Hello err'one! This is a collab-fic between my awesome friend and I. We hope you enjoy Hetalia/Disney parodies, 'cause this is going to be one. If you, however, do not like Hetalia/Disney parodies, I suggest you turn away now, and come back when you grow to like/love our cracktastic crackedness. Don't like; don't read. Simple, eh?

With that said and out of the way, enjoy the prologue to our brainchild! :)

It was a cool, summer's night, and the artificial fireplace was crackling merrily in England's study. Suddenly, the the pitter-patter of tiny feet was heard outside, and the door creaked open.

"What in the name of Bloody Mary in bloody Hell? Who's there?"

"D-daddy? Are you busy?"

In the doorway stood a small, boy with wavy blond hair (and a ridiculous cowlick) and violet doe eyes; he was almost fading into the background. Behind him trailed a drooly, grouchy polar bear cub.

"...Who are you again?"

"Not Alfie." replied the boy with a sigh.

"F-FROG? What the bloody hell happened to you? Whoever did this is brilliant! God save our gracious Queen-"

"I'm Canada! CANADA! The one you took from Papa! The one who actually respects you! Not like that loser we call my brother! CANADA!" he fumed quietly. An apologetic expression appeared on England's face.

"I'm sorry...Canada...? So why were you looking for me?"

"I can't sleep. Alfie's snoring is too loud."

England shook his head and sighed in exasperation before picking the small boy up and making his way down the hall towards the room shared by the two brothers. He could hear America's snoring from outside the room. England pushed the door open with one hand, entertaining the notion of buying some earplugs for Canada and himself. No one could be expected to sleep in such a racket. Canada, used to the routine, scrambled out of England's arms and back into his bed.

"Can you tell me a story daddy? Please?" The sound of his voice only barely audible above the din coming from America. England sat down next to Canada, and started telling him one of his favourite stories.

"Once upon a time, there was a brave thief-"

"Is it Robin Hood? You told me that story many times. Is there one you haven't told me daddy?"

England's thick eyebrows knitted together as he tried to think of one. This was such a common occurrence; there was only one story he knew of that he was certain Canada had never heard.

"There was once an empire in the east named China. It was a great and peaceful land, and its citizens were happy. The emperor of China had built a magnificent wall, The Great Wall, to protect the people from the evil Huns, who were trying to invade-"

"Um… what does invade mean?"

"It means to-"

"SEIZE VITAL REGIONS!" interrupted an obnoxiously loud voice. A head of white hair, red eyes, and a small yellow bird appeared to accompany it.

"Eeeh...yes. What he said. Hey! What are you doing here? Get out of my house, wanker!"

A round of "KESESESESESESE!" was heard in the background.

Before England could chase Prussia out of the house though, Canada tugged on his sleeve.

"Daddy..? The story please?"

"Yes, of course. So there was a beautiful man-"

England paused. It was a while back when he heard this story. He couldn't recall all the particulars of it.

"..or maybe it was a woman. Anyways, she/he went to war in her/his father's place..."

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If you haven't figured it out by now, this is a MULAN parody LUL.

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