I based this off a tumblr post I saw and I really wanted to create a fan fiction from it. Now I am not sure if this was already done before but I'm just going to go through with it, sorry. This is also somewhat based on the Disney movie Aladdin but I will definitely switch around many parts that aren't apart of the movie. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Hidekazu Himaruya's story Hetalia nor Disney's Aladdin.

Chapter 1 - From the Palace to the Streets

"I've had about enough of this!" A lanky male with long but gorgeous blonde hair tied back into a low ponytail emerged from behind a giant curtain. "My apologies Sultan but your son is nothing more than a hellion with no manners towards those who show interest in him."

"Ah, yes I'm very sorry about him, but there is no need to—"

"Non, I will not be having anymore. Je suis désolé mais je pars.(I'm sorry but I am leaving)" The blonde simply huffed and held his nose high as he stalked his way out of the palace. Rome sighed bringing his hand up to ruffle the messy brown hair upon his head.

"What am I going to do with this child?" He groaned.

"Excuse me?" A sudden voice piped up from behind the mass of curtains. "What child now?"

A male with rich caramel colored hair strutted his way towards the older man. He had an odd curl that seemed to stick out towards the right, away from his naturally straight hair, and his hazel eyes were glaring daggers demanding for an explanation.

"Ah, Lovino…" The Sultan smiled all to well.

"Grandpa, what the hell was that about?" Lovino fumed.

Another sigh elicited from the elders lips.

"Lovino you know why that person was here."

"Yeah I know damn well why he was here, I'm asking what the fuck are you doing!?"

"Lovi no need for the language…"

"Grandpa—!" The male hissed but was simply waved off.

"Lovi, listen to me." Rome brought both of his hands up, gripping them onto his grandchild's shoulders. "I'm not going to be around one day…"

"Grandpa, don't say that—"

"And I want to make sure that you are in special hands."

"Stop it."

"That is why I am putting your name out there so you can find a possible suitor who can take care of you and my Kingdom."

"Fucking— thats the thing! I don't need anyone! I can run this country all by myself!" Lovino stomped his foot on the ground but Rome was having none of it as he practically pulled the lithe boy into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"You know that can't happen Lovino…"

"Yes it can!"

"No it can't, and you know our customs won't change… I need you to find a suitor not only for you and this Kingdom, but to also protect those you love such as your brother."

This time the snappy brunette chose to stay quiet and let his grandpa finish.

"You need to understand that you were the first to come out of your mother, which made you the first in line to the throne. You are Prince Lovino Romano Vargas and you cannot change that."

"But grandpa—"

"You will be having a suitor by the end of the month whether you like it or not and that is final."

Silence filled the room almost to quickly but before the tension could get any worse Lovino turned on his heel and ran behind the curtains he had emerged from before.

Once the child fled from sight Rome pinched the bridge of his nose and sat down upon his mighty throne.

"I don't understand why he has to be so difficult!" He huffed.

"Are you okay sire?" A hoarse voice echoed around the room as a burly male approached the Sultan.

"Yes Sadiq I am fine, just frustrated."

The strange male with dark brown hair and tan skin kneeled down before Rome. He wore a suspicious bone mask over his eyes and his clothing was rich covered with expensive fabric.

"What of sire, if you don't mind me asking?" he asked standing up once given the permission to.

"My son just can't seem to understand the meaning of being 'next in line'" Rome sighed.

"Prince Lovino?"

"Yes."

Sadiq brought his right hand up to stroke the fine hair upon his chin while the other busied itself by tapping the menacing sword that hung somewhat lowly on his hip.

"Perhaps he just needs some more time—?"

"The boy is turning 18 next month. He's had enough time to think and my patience is running out. I just don't understand why he can't be more accepting like his younger brother…" Rome griped.

As their over-wrought conversation continued, the two were oblivious to a third party that had overheard all that was said.

"Excuse me sir!" A dashing chocolate haired young male called out to the busy workman managing his fruits and vegetable stall.

The area around was a sandy plaza that bustled with people from all around shouting out their merchandise to curious onlookers.

"What is it that you need, sir?" replied the workman.

"Hmm…" The male hummed scratching his chin as if in thought. "Lo siento (I'm sorry) but how did you grow such a beard?"

"Oh?"

"Sí! I am very curious as to how you grew such an extravagant look!"

"Oh well I use—"

As the inquisitive male continued to hark up the shop owner, behind him appeared a small tan monkey with a tiny green hat and vest that began to slowly sneak around to the back of the stall. Hopping up, he picked up some delicious tomatoes that were begging to be eaten and looked at the brunette with a smile before tucking them away in his vest and jumping onto the silky sand. The workman having not noticed the dubious play kept on with his conversation, and the tan male only smiled and nodded at every word said to him.

"Well that sounds really nice, thank you for telling me!" The brunette laughed before inching away from the stall.

"No problem, now what will you be having today—?"

"Sorry but I got to go now, adios!"

"Eh—!? Wait!"

But the call was to late for the lad had already rounded the corner and hid behind a couple of stacked barrels. The monkey that had stolen the tomatoes secretly from the workman had made his appearance known by leaping off the top of the brown barrels he had climbed and into his partners arms.

"Ah— There you are Alejo!" The male smiled happily. "Did ya get the stuff?"

The monkey nodded after making some cheery noises and opened up his vest to present two glistening red tomatoes that looked delectable to his stunning emerald eyes. Alejo and his stomach growled in hunger and the two looked at each other expectantly.

"Time to eat mi hermano! (My brother)" he cheered grabbing at the offered vegetable. "Antonio and Alejo the unstoppable duo!"

And just before he could dig his teeth right into the succulent tomato, a sudden shout caught the two off guard.

"Those two are the thieves!" The workman called out as he suddenly appeared.

"Mierda!(Fuck!)" Antonio shouted before getting up and leaping over some vases that blocked him from his quick haste to run.

"Stop there you thief!" A guard roared drawing out his sword.

A strangled animal sound echoed throughout the air as Alejo appeared and had jumped onto the guards head, making sure to scratch up his face. The guard groaned and held in his yelps of pain as the monkey's claws dug into his skin.

"Nice work Alejo!" The coffee haired brunette yelled before sliding right past the guard and grabbing the monkey. "Now vámanos!"

Antonio ran as fast as his legs could take him. With ease he dodged another guard and avoided getting trapped at a dead end by climbing onto a nearby ladder and hoisting himself upwards to reach the top of the roofs. This was performed with ease since it was a regular routine for both Alejo and him. Ever since Antonio was born he was always on the hunt for food, though neither of his parents or siblings stayed alive long enough to also do the same. He was an orphaned street rat that caused ruckus about everywhere, and it was all because he wanted to make sure he was known.

"Can't catch me!" Antonio yelled as he kicked the ladder down onto the sandy ground below. The immense amount of guards now groaned in frustration as they tried their best to outsmart the arrogant street rat. From there, Alejo jumped off his partner and went on ahead of him to only jump over to another building.

"Ah, ok, ok Toñio you can do this!" He whispered to himself as his pace quickened upon the roofs rough tile. He then leapt up into the air passing over the small alley between two buildings and landing on his feet stumbling but continuing on.

"Yesssss!" Antonio praised himself doing it again.

Jump after jump he felt so alive, so free! Yet fate took a disliking to his sudden cockiness and decided to take its toll on him as he missed the final jump to freedom.

"No!" He internally screamed.

Thankfully he landed on a thick stack of hay that broke his fall.

"There!" A guard yelled rounding the corner.

"Ahhhhh— It was just a tomato!" Antonio groaned out loud swiftly picking himself up.

Unfortunately he was then herded into a dead end and was surrounded.

"Filthy street rat, you're finished now." One spat.

And they all drew their swords at the same time while proceeding to cautiously step forward, but Antonio only smirked and shrugged his shoulders in an overconfident manner.

"Yeah." He said laying back against the wall. "Maybe one day."

And suddenly a plank that held the laundry of a civilians bed sheets and clothing fell from one of the windows and onto most of the people below.

Alejo screeched and proudly presented himself once again by jumping off the roof and landing onto Antonio's shoulder as the peppy male ran straight passed the pre-occupied guards.

"Damnit— You'll be caught one day street rat! You hear me—?!" A guard yelled ripping off the sheet that had landed on top of him.

Antonio and Alejo stuck there tongues out at them before leaping over a couple of stray barrels and sliding into an alley way.

Once their surroundings were deemed safe the two rejoiced and took out the tomatoes they had stolen from beforehand.

"Nice work Alejo!" Antonio cheered merrily.

Alejo smiled and danced around before taking a bite out of the juicy vegetable but before Antonio could savor his he looked over to see two children digging around in a trash can, desperate for any kind of food they could scrounge up.

They gasped when they saw him and looked away shamefully as if they were committing a dangerous crime.

"Hey…" Antonio said walking over to them.

They backed up in fear but Antonio only held out the tomato.

"Here," He smiled pitifully. "Take it."

Although it took a second for them to calculate the poor mans words, one hesitantly approached him and slowly took the tomato from the males hands.

Antonio's smile widened afterwards which made the two smile back and thank him before running away. A quick sigh slipped through the brunettes lips as he motioned for Alejo to follow. The tan monkey offered the other half of his tomato to his partner which was gratefully accepted, and after climbing a set of stairs and a busted ladder, the two made it back home. It was small shack that was located on the roof of someones home but it overlooked the kingdom of Abruzzo. A beautiful view it was and Antonio sat himself down onto the window ledge to only smile brightly as he gazed longingly at the colossal palace that sat in the middle of his chaotic city that he had claimed home.

"Someday Alejo…" He started as the other laid down to fall asleep next to him. "Someday I'm going to be there… And I'm going to matter."

Hewo my name is Mimzy :3 and Hetalia is my favorite anime/manga. This Fanfic is based on a bearer verse which will be explained in oncoming chapters :3 I haven't decided whether their will be Mpreg yet, but on another note i did not proof read enough so…sorry If I made any errors and did not notice at all. Also It all depends whether I should continue this or not by you the readers so please give me feedback. C: I live in America and i do indeed know spanish but the problem is that I am puerto rican, and our spanish is more … "Spanglish?" with a LOT of slang… so I'm sorry if my translating seems off. (Other languages are translated on google translate XD) Gracias y adios mis amores! 3

side note: I will only translate stuff once, things like "lo siento" and stuff should be easy to remember since almost every fanfic with España (Spain) has him saying it LOL ( / º 7 º)/