AN: Hey pikaace here! I know, you're going to kill me for uploading a new story instead of working on the others, but I just HAD to get this crossover off my chest before it killed me! Anyway, for all you Hetalia and Lion King fans out there, I hope you like this new story! Oh and FYI, some family ties may be a little different (you'll know when you read the second sentence.) but most of the big ones are still there.

Here's some background info, because I tweaked a few of the things about country personifications for this story to make more sense. If something in the story you don't get, just look here, or PM me and I'll try to explain as best as I can. Enjoy!

Background: On Earth, every nation has a Leader. The Leader is the one who makes all the decisions for their country, such as supporting the government and economy and providing for the people.

Leaders are only born of another Leader when a nation has no Leader or government. Leaders are only worthy of leading a country when they are born of another leader and when they reach the age of 21. Leaders do not age beyond the year of 30, but they can still die of fatal injuries (Stab wound, falling from up high,etc).

Only true leaders can bring prosperity to their nation, false leaders bring only gloom and destruction, however, if a Leader owns two nations he is superior to the others and has the authority to give orders to other nation Leaders.

If a Leader wants to take over another country, they must win it fair and square through battle.

Leaders have the authority equal to that of royalty and are usually worshipped as such, thought it is not necessary to do so.

Chapter 1

The sun rose slowly as morning began to break over the nation of America. The sky was red, pink and yellow as the rays danced across the sky of the dawn. All its citizens awoke and got ready; today was an important day. It was the day that Ludwig Jones, the Leader of Germany and current provider of America would present his son to the nation.

Parents woke up their children and dressed them up nicely for the occasion before beginning the long walk to the mansion. America was a barren place with no food or water because the past Leader had unexpectedly passed away and no one could take his place. Since Ludwig was the Leader of Germany, he could not make enormous decisions for America, but he could still provide the country with food and money for the people to survive.

Ever since then, everyone had looked up to Ludwig as their Leader; he was strict, but secretly had a very soft heart. Now, he was happier than ever, now that he had a son who would become this nation's leader when he became of age. His wife had unfortunately died during childbirth, but her child had survived and was now a healthy growing baby.

Everyone gathered in the courtyard where Ludwig stood on a tall balcony that overlooked all the citizens. Francis, the leader of France and his advisor stood behind him, his royal blue cloak shimmering in the morning light. Ludwig watched as the crowd of citizens parted in the middle as a figure walked down the path towards the mansion. He grinned; it was none other than Feliciano Vargas, the leader of Northern Italy.

He carried a small bag on his shoulder as he climbed the long stairs that led to the balcony. Ludwig hugged his old friend and led him through the doorway of the balcony that led to his bed chamber.

Arthur Kirkland, the leader of Britain was sitting on a couch with a blue bundle in his arms. He got up and walked towards Feliciano and the bundle turned towards the Italian to reveal a tiny boy with bright blue eyes and dirty blond hair, wearing a blue nightshirt with a red string tied into a bow around his neck.

Because of Ludwig's enormous responsibilities, he knew he wouldn't have a lot of time to spend with his son; and since Alfred would never have a mother, he needed someone to keep him company. So, Arthur had been given the job of raising him and taking care of him since he visited America more often than any of the other nation leaders. Francis had teased him profusely about it, and Arthur was starting to get fed up with it; but whenever he laid eyes on the boy, his anger for Francis melted away almost immediately. Not many people could do that.

Feli smiled at the baby boy and ruffled his blonde hair. The boy smiled and reached up for his hand. Feli reached into his bag and pulled out a small jar of water. He dipped his index and middle finger in the jar to soak them with water, before making a wet line across the boy's forehead. Feli put the jar away and pulled out a small blue box full of sand. He carefully sprinkled the sand onto the water mark on the baby's head, causing the boy to sneeze in the process.

Feli put the box away, placed his bag on the ground and took the baby from Arthur's arms. He walked back onto the balcony where the citizens were waiting anxiously to see their future leader.

Feli carefully held the boy by the armpits and raised him into the sky. The crowd roared as they saw the tiny boy, his sapphire eyes examining the world below him. After what seemed like an eternity to the baby, the screaming ceased. All the citizens knelt and bowed their heads to the child.

Ludwig watched his boy proudly. He knew he would become a great leader; his son, Alfred Jones.

AN: Yeah, this part was short, but did you like it? The other chapters will be WAAAAY longer.

Before you ask, yeah, Britain is technically Sarabi. Hey, I'm a USUK fan, I had to have Alfred have SOME kind of relationship to Arthur.

Hope you like the rest!