Chapter 1: The Newborn Prince
Yao Wang, King Arthur's trusted advisor, was stuck in traffic.
Perfect, he thought, honking at the car in front of him. The driver gave him a flip of the bird through his rearview mirror, and Yao scowled. And on the day of the presentation of Prince Alfred! I can't miss it!
Meanwhile people from all over the Pride Lands were gathering beneath the main balcony of the palace, waiting for the young prince to finally be introduced to the world. The Pride Lands were a very diverse country, teeming with people most likely of every race in the world. The King himself was of British decent, and his Queen was originally from the small island country of Seychelles.
After the accident on the freeway had finally been cleared, Yao made it to the palace without any further problems. He scrambled out of the car, adjusting his tie and ponytail, before racing up the steps to the main floor.
Yao weaved his way expertly through the servants rushing about back and forth, preparing for the ceremonial dinner that was to be held after the presentation. Jogging up the marble steps to the King and Queen's bedroom, Yao let out a frustrated huff of air. That traffic had better not cost me my job!
Opening the door slowly, Yao stepped into the room. Arthur stood by his wife, who was holding a small bundle, sitting in a rocking chair. Michelle was focused on the child in her arms, but Arthur looked up at the sound of footsteps.
Yao smiled and bowed; after a few minutes of silence, Arthur nodded approvingly, his green eyes crinkling. The door opened again, and in sauntered a man with long, silky blond hair, short beard hair along the line of his jaw, and carrying a staff. From the staff dangled a unique assortment of fruits used for the traditional marking ceremony.
Francis, a man too attractive to be a priest, let out a French laugh of "ohonhonhon" as he approached the King. Arthur opened his arms, the two men embraced in a brotherly hug.
Michelle stood, and the four of them walked out onto the balcony. Francis took one of the dangling fruits from his staff and cracked it open. Taking a bit of the mushy red pulp with two fingers, Francis made a small red mark on the infant's forehead—the mark of Kings.
Michelle handed Alfred over to the priest, and Francis approached the railing of the balcony. Cameras flashed and the people roared as Prince Alfred was raised up high by Francis's strong arms. The child looked down at the people curiously, blinking a few times. He giggled once before Francis brought him back down, placing him back into his mother's arms.
Arthur scanned the line of people at the very front of the crowd and frowned a bit. His brother, Ivan, hadn't shown. Of course not.
But deciding to let the moment be a happy one, Arthur pushed the thought of his jealous brother out of his mind and smiled down at his newborn son. Alfred was giggling as his mother and Francis cooed down at him. Arthur sighed, seeing a kind of special light in Alfred's eyes. My son…future King of the Pride Lands.
Author's Note:
Yes, I know this was short, but this is how I imagined the scene playing out with Hetalia characters as the cast of The Lion King. I promise next chapters will be a bit longer, though probably not by much. Please review, I'd love to hear what you think!
All the best, Maple