Hello! I thought that this would be a awesome thing to do, a Hetalia/Little Mermaid crossover. Please tell me what you think, especially tHe-BaD-wRiTeR.

I don't own Hetalia and The Little Mermaid.

The Little Hetamaid

Chapter 1

It was a bright sunny day as Prince Ivan's ship sailed across the ocean. It was just a quick trip for the prince to get the troubles out of his head. Most of the crew were normal sailors, but two were his sister's advisor, Yao, and the other was his friend, Vash. As they continued to sail, several of the sailors began to sing.

Heave ho, heave ho

I'll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue

And it's hey to the starboard, heave-ho

Brave sailor beware, for a big 'un's a-brewin'

Mysterious fathoms below

Heave-ho, heave-ho

As he listened to the song, Ivan smiled as he felt the breeze. He was wearing a long, heavy tan coat, green pants, brown gloves, and a long tan scarf. He smiled as he looked at Yao and Vash. Yao was wearing his usual attire which consisted of a red mandarin jacket with white pants, and he was vomiting over the boat. Vash stood in the same bored, intimidating position he assumed at the palace. He was in a forest green jacket, with two small white crosses on the upper arm of the jacket, brown pants and a white hat/beret. He preferred to be less regally dressed during times like this, but he never lost his disposition. In fact, the only people he had ever bowed down to were Ivan and Ivan's sister.

"Ah." Ivan sighed. "Isn't this great, da? Out on the sea, surrounded by nothing but water!" Yao nodded, but quickly went back to the railing as he always got sea sick during sea trips.

"Oh ja, dis is really delightful." Vash said sarcastically. "Vhat are ve gonna do next? Skip some stones?"

"The salt on your skin, and the wind in your hair, and the waves as ebb and they flow! We're miles from shore and guess what? I don't care!" Ivan yelled.

"As for me...I'm about to heave ho!" Yao moaned as he yacked over the side again.

Ivan smiled. He'd been cooped up too long in the palace. As he was only 19, with his birthday a few weeks away, he had to find a bride, so he had butterflies in his stomach. Yao had suggested the trip to give Ivan some relaxation. They'd be heading back around midnight tonight.

I'll sing you a song of the king of the sea

And it's hey to the starboard, heave-ho

The ruler of all of the ocean is he

In mysterious fathoms below

Fathoms below, below

From whence wayward westerlies blow

Where Francis is king and his merpeople sing

In mysterious fathoms below

"Hmph," Vash remarked. "King of the sea? Vhy, that's nautical nonsense-nothing but a superstition!"

"With all due respect Vash," Yao responded. "I've seen too many things to dismiss such things-aru."

"Glad to see you've mastered your stomach Yao, da." Ivan said smiling. "Now tell me, who's King Francis?"

"He's the ruler of the merpeople my prince." A sailor said. "I thought every good sailor knew about him."

"Gefallen." Vash remarked. "King Francis' nothing but a complete myth."

"I'm telling ya all it's the truth! The king of the spirits gets angry. And when he gets angry, beware! I'm telling ya lad when King Francis is mad, how the waves will buck, rock to and fro! Hold on, good luck, as down you go!"

"Aiyah," Yao asked. "No more talk about waves bucking. I just started getting my stomach under control-aru."

Ivan smiled. Yao then walked up to Ivan, and he knew what was coming.

"My prince," Yao began. "We must begin our journey back if we're to return home tomorrow-aru."

"But Yao," Ivan protested. "We've only been out for a few hours."

"Sire," Vash responded. "I agree vith your vizier. Ve must head back if ve want to return home by tomorrow afternoon, the vay the vaves are acting."

"Da." Ivan sighed. He turned to the bow of the ship and looked out to the sea. He was not looking forward to becoming the Czar. He wasn't ready for this. He contented himself by listening to the rest of the sailors' song.

There's mermaids out there in the bottomless blue

An' it's hey to the starboard, heave ho!

Watch out for 'em, lad, or you'll go to your ruin

Mysterious fathoms below!

That's part 1. Reviews are very much welcome.