Fanfic (Hetalia): Arabian Nights [1/3]
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TITLE: Arabian Nights [1/3]
AUTHOR: vampire_scooby
RECIPIENT: ayboo_da_bish
GENRE: Romance/Paroidy/Humor
RATINGS/WARNINGS: Plot Device!FrUk, Swearing, random people in odd roles.
SUMMARY: "Classic Disney movie crossover or rewrite- any Disney movie, so long as it's one of the classics" -- The movie happens to be Aladdin
NOTES: Parts2 and 3 will be longer. But I hope you enjoyed this one~
A silver haired man traveled across a harsh desert, leading a…giant bird on a rope, and singing a soft song.
“Awesome Nighttttts, like awesome daysssssssssssss, more often then not, are awesome!” He then looked over and noticed someone writing down what he was doing.
“Ah, this is awesome!” He said, quickly getting a make-shift stand set up. “I’m selling some awesome junk!” He started showing off many items, which soon broke. The writer was going to move on, but then the silver haired man pulled out a lamp.
“You like awesome things, right?” He asked, “Well, this lamp has an awesome story behind it! Let me tell you all about it…”
And he started off on a remarkable tale of romance, adventure, heroic thieves, and a lonely little princess prince.
“Stop! Thief! You little Street rat!” A yell rang out in the central market place. Some big guards were chasing a young man, whose pet monkey had stolen some bread for them to eat. While running, the young man looked to his monkey friend.
“Wow, Tony, this is a lot for a small loaf of bread.” This man, Alfred was his name, didn’t like stealing things, but he needed to live, because one day, he knew it was true, he’d be a hero. He just needed to get off the streets. He went through crazy obstacles to get away from the palace guards before he finally got away from them. Once he was away, he took the bread from Tony. He broke the bread in two and gave half to Tony. Alfred was about to take a bite when he saw two younger kids looking for food. Sighing, he went over and gave them his half of the bread.
”Here you go.” He told them. They happily took the bread. Alfred smiled, happy to know that two small children would have full bellies that night, even if he went hungry. As the children left, he decided to go back to make-shift home. His ‘home’ happened to be the attic of an old abandoned building. It had a great view, but little warmth. He looked at the view and sighed.
“I’m not a street-rat.” He said more to himself, seeing as how Tony had fallen asleep. “I don’t buy that. I’m a hero…if only I could get off the streets…if only I could have my chance.” Alfred sighed as he looked off into the place in the distance. After his gazing and hoping, he joined his monkey, Tony, in sleeping. Maybe tomorrow would be better.
While Alfred gazed at the palace, the dwellers of the building were not having a good time. This was the fifteenth prince, from a far away land, that the places’ own prince, Prince Arthur, had thrown out. The latest suitor was just stomping out the door, ranting about how the king would never get his son married off. The king sighed; he went to go find his son.
He made his way to the guardians where his son was…petting the air?
”Arthur, what are you doing?” His son seemed to be hugging something that wasn’t there.
“I’m talking to Flying Mint Bunny.” Arthur told him, “Can’t you see him? He’s right here”. The king sighed. He really should be use to Prince Arthur talking to air.
”Must you reject every suitor, male AND female that comes to call?” The king asked. Arthur. The prince frowned at his father.
“He was stuck up and snooty like the rest of them.” Arthur seemed to let go of ‘flying mint bunny’ and walked over to the bird cages, “It’s not my fault that none of them can accept me for the way I am.” Unlike most princes, Arthur always thought to himself, he was smart. He had a brain, and he didn’t like all of these others coming in and trying to control him. Out of anger, Arthur let the birds out of the cage they were in. It was almost metaphorical; he wanted to be free from these palace walls, where commanding suitors and brainless fathers couldn’t control him. He started making a plan. A plan to escape from this horror.
After his talk with Prince Arthur, the king went to see his most loyal employ, the Grand Advisor, Francis. Francis was tall with long blond hair and bright blue eyes. On his shoulder sat a bird. The bird was red and had rotten apple green eyes.
“Trouble?” Francis asked in an accented voice. The king sighed.
“Arthur will not accept any of the suitors.” The king said, “There was nothing wrong with any of them! What ever shall I do? The law states that Arthur must be married by his next birthday if he wants to take over the thrown.” Francis smirked, almost evilly.
“Ah, that problem.” Francis said. “Perhaps if he plucked his eyebrows one might accept him?” He suggested. Seeing the glair that the king sent his way, however, made Francis actually try to cheer up the king. “I could probably find him someone. I would just need some help…from your blue diamond.”
“My diamond?” The king asked, “But it’s been in the family for ages…” The king didn’t seem willing to give up the jewel, so Francis decided to go for plan B. He grabbed his staff, which was shaped like a rose with a very long stem, and held it up to the king’s face.
“You will give me the diamond.” The king’s eyes started spinning. “I. Will. Give. You. The. Diamond.”. He said, in a daze, handing the diamond over to Francis. Francis snatched the diamond out of the king’s hand, grinning as he did. “Thank you, I will get back to you shortly about Arthur’s dilemma.” And with that, Francis left to go and ‘find’ the information out.
As the advisor walked down the stairs, the bird on his shoulder finally spoke up. “Wow Francis! I didn’t know you were going to help the king out! I thought you wanted his job!”
“Tonio, I do want his job. You believed that cock and bull story? You are not very smart, mon ami.” The bird laughed along with Francis. “What are you going to do then, Francis?” The man smirked.
“We need to find someone that has a pure heart, a diamond in the rough, if you will”. Francis knew that only one person could help him get what he needed. He put the blue diamond in the machine that he’d created and turned it on.
“Now! Show me the diamond in the rough! Show me the one that can enter the Cave of Wonders!”
And in a bowl of what looked like water, an image came up of a young man with blond hair. It was shorter then Francis’ and had a cowlick. The boy was wearing corrective lenses, and was obviously living in the streets.
“His name! What is his name?” Francis asked. After a few moments, just one word came underneath the picture of the boy.
Alfred