Disclaimer: Hetalia and Lion king belong to their individual owners, Im not yet 18, so please understand!

A/N: Hello Everyone! I am co-writing this with a friend who has yet to make a fan fiction account. For now, we will call her by her common stage name, ebcoolgirl. Anyways, this is supposed to be a Lion King x Hetalia crossover. I tried to keep them from being to OOC, and as close to the original Lion King as I could, but hey, a girl can only try! PLEASE REVIEW! They motivate me in this time of school. If you do, you get a pic of your fav character and a cookie! I will update as soon as I can, but please remember that I have school and a life so….

Character List

Simba= America (Alfred F. Jones)

Nala= England (Arthur Kirkland)

Sarafina= Hong Kong (Li Xiao Wang*)

Mufasa= Sweden (Berwald Oxenstierna)

Sarabi= Finland (Tino Väinämöinen)

Rafiki= China (Yao Wang)

Pumba= Spain (Antonio Fernandez Carriedo)

Timon= Romano aka S. Italy (Lovino Vargas)

Scar= Russia (Ivan Braginski)

Zazu= Iceland (Emil Jökul*)

Shenzi= Poland (Feliks Lukasiewicz)

Banzai= Lithuania (Toris Lorinaitis)

Ed= Latvia (Raivis Galante)


Chapter 1: Prince of the World

The sun rose steadily over the African plains in which the world conference was to take place. Nations from all over the world lifted their heads and headed over to Throne Mountain where their king would soon call upon them. Some were new nations, Who were stepping into the sun for the first time. Others were seasoned, used to the scene and traveling out of duty and support to the world's largest superpower. All of their eyes trailed to him who was sitting at his throne with what those who knew him would call the closest the man got to a smile.

All the countries suddenly parted to create a path for Yao, the oldest and wisest of all countries. He was so old in fact, he was rumored to be immortal. We moved with grace up the steps of the mountain, complaining, softly so as not to be heard, about his old back as he got to the top. Where other old friends would have hugged, Yao bowed and Berwald grunted his greetings. Berwald moved swiftly over to his wife who was protecting their young child who was curled up in "her" arms. She kissed his head to wake the child up, and the child innocently looked to Yao, the older nation barely containing his joy over his friends healthy sun and how cute he was. This one is absolutely adorable-aru, Yao thought. He'll make a good king Aru Yo!

Yao began to perform some ancient Chinese rituals and prayers, finally snapping open a juicy fruit and using the juices to draw a symbol on the child's head and sprinkling some dust on it so it might settle. Tino gripped his husbands hand nervously and was pulled to said husband's side. "It'll be a'right." Berwald promised gruffly making sure to make eye-contact with Yao as he said it.

Understanding, Yao was extra careful as he lifted the young nation and held on top of the mountain for all the nations to see.

This child, Alfred, was the prince of the world.