Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Hetalia or the Little Meremaid plot.

This is why I can't think of Hetalia when I watch Disney movies…

(Hey what do you guys think? France as Ursala or Prussia?)

~Hope you enjoy!~

THE LITTLE MERMAN

CHAPTER ONE-HUMAN

"Hurry up," the merprince called. His tail wiggled in excitement at the thought of all the stuff that is in the sunken ship before him. He turned to look at his slower friend, meeting his violet eyes. Matthew's blond hair floated around his head, except one stray curl that always seems to have a mind of its own.

"I'm here," Matthew said. His yellow tail with blue stripes flicked as he stopped. "Do we really have to go inside the ship?"

"Yes!" Alfred, the merprince from earlier, cried. Matthew just stared. "It'll be fun." Seeing that his friend caught up, he began swimming again, Matthew trailing behind.

"That's what you said about the cave," Matthew muttered.

"How was I supposed to know they'd be-" Alfred began, only to be cut off.

"Don't bring it up."

This conversation was referring to last week when Alfred was convinced he saw some human stuff in a cave. Naturally, he told his friend and even convinced him to go with him to look for it. What they found was Felikis and Toris having some fun. When they went back later, they found sea-glass, a common thing, which was what Alfred thought to be human junk. So, an unhappy Matthew and a whole lot of cusses later, Alfred swam home with a black eye.

"Wow," Matthew said in awe as he nears the ship. "I-It looks so old. Kind of creepy." Alfred spins around with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Scared?" he teases. "Is it too dangerous for you?"

"Danger? I live on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger," Matthew said with a laugh at the end. Alfred rolled his eyes.

"Alright, Mr. I'm-not-afraid, let's go," he said, motioning to a broken part of the ship. Matthew stayed still. "Fine. Don't wanna' come inside, stay and watch for sharks." Matthew saluted and Alfred slipped in with an eye roll. Three, two, one.

"Sharks?!" Matthew exclaimed in sudden realization. He swam so fast through the hole and crashed into Alfred. He turned to look at his friend and chuckled.

"You're such a guppy," he said. Matthew pouted.

"I am not! I just like to live through another day!" he argued.

Alfred just sighed and continued swimming deeper into the ship. Inside, the ship was dark only through the cracked boards could light shine through. The wood was rotted and things were rusting. There were broken boards jutting out, sharp and waiting for you to get stabbed. Bunches of human things littered the ground, so useless, but amazing to Alfred.

His eyes shined with a mischievous glint. He began to riffle through them. Spying an old bag, he picked it up and began examining items. He picked up a pistol and eyed it. Before long he had the pistol, a frying pan, and a pair of glasses. He spotted nothing he didn't already have and swam to the next room. Matthew trailed behind. Alfred began sorting through stuff.

"You do know you're dad'll kill you if he sees you with all this stuff," Matthew said.

"Relax," Alfred said, picking up a fork. "He's not gonna' know. He doesn't even know about my room. And I haven't been caught before."

"There's a first for everything."

"Seriously dude. Why worry? I mean I don't swim in the palace with my bag out in front of me yelling, 'Look at this wondrous stuff!' Do I?"

"No, but you co-" Matthew was silenced by a hand on his mouth.

"No, I don't. I swim in through my window," Alfred pressed. "And I watch to make sure nobody's around when I go to my secret room. If someone does see me with the bag, I threaten to knock them out and give them to Jack's Excellent Fish Shop where if you come with fish eggs you'll get a twenty percent discount on the ground fins." Matthew looked horrified.

"How do you know this stuff?"

"I choose to know about what I threaten."

Alfred smirked. Matthew gulped and leaned a little against a part of rotting wood, the best you can lean underwater. Alfred simply shook his head and picked through a mound of junk. Truthfully, he hated going with Alfred to look for human stuff; it was so boring. He'd rather be doing something else.

Suddenly, there was a shadow against the wall. That particular shape and the way it moved looked familiar to Matthew but what wa-

"SHARK!" Matthew shouted as the glass broke and an angry and hungry looking shark tore through, barely missing Alfred who began to swim. He glanced behind to see Matthew frozen, staring straight into the shark. It could hardly tell he was even there. The shark eventually saw him. Alfred raced forward, pulled Matthew by the wrist and swam like the pressure was too damn high for him to even breathe in.

"Alfred, its right behind us!"

"I know!"

"Do something unless you want your father to complain about bloody water!"

The shark was gaining on them and Matthew was panicking. Great, Alfred thought. He began to search his bag for something to use as a weapon. Whatever, just choose Alfred, just choose one.

"Alfreeeeeeeeeeed!"

The shark was right there and opening its massive jaw. Matthew could see all rows of teeth. There was a piece of cloth hanging by one of the fangs. In less than ten seconds they'd be total shark chow.

BAM!

"Don't screw with me, motherfucker!"

The shark sank and Alfred still had his arm outstretched with the frying pan in grip. He let out a laugh and let go of his friend's wrist. Matthew gulped at the closeness of near death and the very lethal cooking utensil. Alfred's teal tail swished in happiness.

"I'm a hero, I'm a hero, I'm a hero!" he laughed. Matthew just stared.

"I'm going home."

Alfred quickly and quietly swam to the highest window of the undersea palace. He hated to call it 'home' because it didn't feel like 'home.' There were strangers in there all the time, all fancy (read bitches). The guards were everywhere and he always felt watched. The servants were always snooping into other people's business. What was worse was at night when he's trying to sleep, a group of girls giggle outside his window and watch him. He had fangirls. At least sometimes he got away from this place to go for human stuff. To add to that, his family was distant. Well, his father was; his sisters and he were close. They talked a lot and sometimes pranked the fancy (bitchy) merpeople. None of his sisters knew about his human obsession though. He kept that to himself.

He swam through the window and checked everywhere. Alright, it's clear. He began to swim to a secret room when a booming voice rung out.

"Son." Alfred spun around, hiding the bag behind him and glanced at his father and Ludwig, his personal servant it seemed. You can tell he hated his job.

"Yes, father?" The man looked down at the merprince , his blond hair shadowing most of his face. Green eyes bore into blue.

"Where were you?

"With Mattie," Alfred answered, unsure where this was going.

"Since when is Mattie more important than the celebration?" Crap. Today was a celebration for a thousand and fifty-three years of merpeople being undiscovered. Everyone was very proud there hadn't been a slip-up for that long, especially the King.

"That was today?" Alfred, his father, and Ludwig all face-palmed. "I totally forgot."

"You alvays do. You forget everything ve tell you," Ludwig scowled. Alfred glared.

"The whole kingdom was upset not seeing you."

"No they weren't."

"Untrue." Alfred laughed bitterly.

"Really, Dad? Do they really get upset not seeing me?" Alfred's voice was as bitter as his laugh.

"You only think like this because you're a teenager."

"That's not it!" Alfred glared over at Ludwig as the servant began to open his mouth to but in. "Why am I talking to you guys anyway? You're just like the others, uncaring. At least I can talk to Matthew and Feli s-"

"Feli?" King Vash repeated with narrowed eyes. "The seagull? You can't go above the Surface and you know it."

"How would you know Feli if we can't go above the Surface?"

"B-because I'm king and I know this stuff." Alfred snickered at his flustered dad. "That's not the point! You disobeyed the law!"

"It's a stupid law! Besides I was too far from land for them to see me!"

"There's boats and accounts of humans getting lost at sea!"

"So what!?" Alfred swam closer. "I don't care if they see me and I doubt they'd care either! They'd think I was another human lost at sea!"

"Alfred that's-"

"What's the point then? That humans are cruel and barbaric? I've heard that too many times and I've never actually heard a legitimate story of a merperson being killed by a human! For once tell me something that's true! I don't need to be protected; I'm not LIli!" Alfred swam off in a blur of blond and teal.

COMMERCIAL BREAK TO TALK ABOUT SOME SERIOUS SHIT IN ALFRED'S LIFE AS A MERPRINCE

Alfred has to be married to a princess by the end of the week or get out of the kingdom. Not exactly get out, more like revoked from prince status and shunned by all of Alantica. He would have to find a princess in five days, get her to fall in love in those five days, arrange the marriage, and then get married. He has to claim the Throne by his seventeenth birthday, but he hadn't so his father and many other royals pitied him and gave him one more week. The law is hard, but it is the law.

Truthfully, none of the princesses were attractive in anyway, but he had to get one. He hadn't even searched and since that chat with his dad the problem became so apparent to him. This is when the story gets interesting, but not until after this because I assume you want it.

Alfred waited until his father left. Then he began to swim to a rock wall, identical to every other wall in the palace halls. He glanced around like a criminal (considering he is one if the palace guards found this). Now, Alfred's had time to wander through the considering how much free time he has and his age so he's found quite a few secret passages, but this one was by far his favorite. He pushed the rock back and swam inside, closing the hidden door behind him. He smiled at his collection. There was a hole near the top that let in just a small ray of light to shine down and urge some of the metallic items that haven't been in the water long to shine. Everything was there from utensils to supplies, rusty old coins to cloth. Random junk to anybody else, but to Alfred it was amazing.

Sighing, he pulled out the frying pan and tossed it between his hands. Then he found the perfect place to place it along with the pistol. He grabbed the fork. He fiddled with it for a moment before putting it in the open space on his candelabra.

"If I only I could make him understand. I just don't see things the way he does. I don't see how a world that could make such wonderful things could be bad." He smiled to himself.

"Look at this stuff, isn't it neat? Wouldn't ya' think my collection's complete? Wouldn't ya' think I'm the guy, the guy who has everything?" He spun around and stared at his collection. "Look at this trove, treasures untold. How many wonders can one cavern hold? Lookin' around here you'd think, sure, he's got everything." Laugh if you want.

He rose up to a shelf. "I've got gadgets and gizmos of plenty. I've got whos-its and whats-its galore." He picked up a case and opened it, revealing millions of the same thing. "You want thing-a-ma-bobs? I got twenty. But who cares?" He threw the case back down on the shelf it was previously on and shrugged. "No big deal. I want more."

He swam higher, stopped at a shelf with the dancers from a music box, and nudged them into a spin. He watched them as he sung the next line. "I wanna' be where the people are. I wanna' see, wanna' see 'em dancing. Walking around on those- what do you call 'em?" He thought as he watched the dancers spin in a circle. "Oh, feet." He turned and swam to another shelf. "Flippin' your fins you don't get too far; legs a required for jumpin', dancin'." He swam up to the opening and looked out to the surface of the water with a dreamy expression. "Up where they walk, up where they run, up where they stay all day in the sun. Wandering free, wish I could be, part of that world."

He plummeted down to the bottom of the hidden room. "What would I give if I could live outta' these waters? What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand?" Sitting up, he glanced back up to the rippling waters. "Betcha' on land, they understand that they don't reprimand their children. Bright young men, sick a swimming. Ready to stand."

He soared upward in a spin to a random shelf. "I'm ready to know what the people know. Ask 'em my questions and get some answers. What's a fire and why does it -what' the word- burn?" He turned away from the shelf and the toy flame that it held. "When's it my turn, wouldn't I love, love to explore that shore up above." He swam up to the opening and reached his hand out of it. "Out of the sea, wish I could be," he sank down slowly to the bottom, "part of that world." He held the last word out for a moment.

He leaned back against the rough rock and stared back at his collection. So much random junk. Oh how he wished to be human. Human. That word sounded like heaven all by itself.

Human.

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