Title: Mia, please meet Genovia

Rating: T

Summary: Mia Thermopolis was in for a lot upon arriving in Genovia, but she certainly wasn't expecting a country personification that was less than thrilled to have her as the new queen and would do anything to make her leave. Is Mia in over her head?

Pairings: None. Minor one-sided Genovia x France in later chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Princess Diaries or APH.

IMPORTANT: I'm sorry this chapter took so long! My laptop broke and I needed to get it fixed so couldn't work on this until I got it back! Then school started and I was all GRRR! Again I'm so sorry for the wait and I hope this chapter was worth it!

***Princess Diaries***

"Bonjour, Leal! Oh vous regarde, vous avez grandi depuis la dernière fois que je vous vois!" a jovial voice chirped not to far away from where Leal was standing.

Leal turned around and was delighted to see it was none other than one of his former guardians France coming over to greet him. The ball had already begun and it wouldn't be long before the Queen herself made her appearance so he had some time to mingle.

"Papa, c'est vraiment très agréable de vous voir à nouveau! Comment avez-vous été depuis que je vous ai vu la dernière fois?" thé younger blonde replied, happily changing over to his native French.

"I've been well, merci. Well, you certainly know how to throw a party. Impressive as usual, non?" France praised, his expression clearly showing his delight.

"Ah, this is nothing compared to what you could do. If I may be so bold though, I do wish she were your princess rather than my own." the younger lamented, rolling his eyes at just the thought of his soon-to-be queen.

"Oh come now, I'm sure she is very charming." the older nation responded as they made their way through the crowd to meet with Leal's parliament.

"With all due respect, you think anyone beautiful that will stay still long enough to let you have your way with them is charming." Genovia replied cheekily.

For as long as he could remember, he had never been afraid of pushing his caregiver's buttons. (A fact which drove England nearly insane when he had briefly occupied his land after the first world war.) Now was no exception, except that, unlike England, France and Spain were much more lenient with him, simply laughing it off as part of his charm.

"That is not true. I would be wanting them to hold still long enough for me to get them to my bed." The Frenchman joked, making the Genovian next to him laugh softly.

"Some things never change I see, and I'm relieved that that has applied to your sense of humor." Genovia replied, smiling genuinely for the first time that day.

"I'm glad you think so. At any rate, your parliament is expecting you so far be it for me to hold you up. Bon soir."

"Bon soir, papa. Oh, and if you see him before I do tonight can you please give my regards to papito?" Genovia replied over his shoulder.

"Of course, cher." The older man replied before disappearing into the crowd.

Genovia smiled and made his way over to his Prime minister, dipping his head slightly as a show of respect before the crowd was called to attention and the queen made her entrance. The crowd bowed and Leal couldn't help but to smile wider. He loved his queen very much and didn't want her to step down. Granted he had seen many great rulers, but Clarice had always been a favorite to him.

The crowd straightened and Clarice began her speech, welcoming everyone there and after some brief mingling, praised her Granddaughter before the young woman in question made her entrance. The crowd raised their glasses in a toast to the princess, Leal raising his own half-heartedly as her ring flew off as she waved to the crowd, nearly hitting one of the doormen in the face.

Leal, lowered his head embarrassed as he heard Austria mutter something to Hungary and Portugal snicker with Spain. France just shook his head as England rolled his eyes and Romania tried to subdue his laughter by asking Norway to distract him (by which he immediately stepped on the other blonde's foot to make him shut up, much to the Romanian's chagrin.) Sweden silenced Denmark's snicker with a cold glare as Finland and Iceland exchanged a look of concern and pity. Other European countries proceeded to give concerned looks to their bosses as a few Asian countries simply looked down, one occasionally muttering something along the lines of 'Regrettable' or 'Poor Genovia'.

Mia was just as caught off guard as her guests and immediately turned around to control any possible damage.

"I am so sorry!" the princess stated, sincerity and slight worry in her tone.

"It happens all the time, and happy birthday." The doorman replied, returning the ring to the queen-to-be smiling.

She smiled politely then looked out at Leal and saw the look on his face. He was clearly embarrassed by that. Not a good start to the evening.

***Hetalia***

The evening continued smoothly enough, Mia danced with all the foreign princes, but did find one man rather interesting, and oddly enough their first meeting started off with a bout of clumsiness as she stepped on the young man's foot. Nicholas he had called himself. After the dancing, she went to meet all the members of parliament with Leal and Prime minister Motaz. She was definitely not enjoying the task, but she did appreciate the opportunity as she really felt she needed to talk to Genovia.

"Genovia, are you still upset about earlier tonight?" Mia asked between greetings.

"What was your first clue?" Genovia sneered, keeping a smile on his face as he shook another member of parliament's hand and giving a brief hello.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you." Mia replied, smiling at another member of parliament and greeting him politely.

"Well you did, and sorry doesn't change that fact princess." Leal retorted, adding heavy sarcasm when he said her title.

Mia was disappointed, but dropped the issue. Clearly this wasn't going anywhere and she needed to focus on what she was doing anyway. She'd find a way to get Genovia to tolerate her later.

"Charlotte, how many members of parliament are there?" Mia asked wearily.

"Only two more your highness." the blonde replied, and Mia and Leal stepped forward to follow.

Leal moved first, evading the bustling servants and guests with ease. Mia was not so lucky as a passing servant knocked the tiara off her head and into the hands of the man that was moving forward to greet the princess. A man that made the blonde nation's blood boil. Viscount Mabrey.

'Well look who decided to show up.' Leal thought bitterly, keeping a polite distance but listening intently to every word of their conversation. The servant was apologizing to the princess but she was very polite and had a good sense of humor about the subject.

"Oh no, it's fine. No harm, no foul, no bruise." she replied before turning to the man who had caught her tiara, "Thank you so much."

The man in question simply put the tiara back on her head and replied with, "You should be careful your royal highness, somebody might try to take that away from you."

Mia straightened out the fallen headdress and replied with, "Well, I hope not. Thank you so much for all your help." and continued on to find the Prime Minister.

Leal remained, keeping himself within earshot as he noticed that the other hadn't left and was staring his princess down.

"Someone like me." He said, once the princess was out of earshot.

Leal's head ripped with fresh pain and he now understood, taking a few steps forward and making his presence known.

"You should be more careful about what you say Viscount Mabrey, you never know who might hear you." the blonde stated, a cold edge in his tone.

The Viscount turned around and remained silent a moment or two before giving a reply.

"Indeed, although I have to ask, Leal Aymard Verdon, what you think you can do about a little talk."

Now it was Leal's turn to be silent as he knew he was caught at an impasse now. It was nothing but talk now, so they both knew he was powerless to do more than just warn him to watch his mouth. Not in the mood to deal with the Viscount further, he dismissed himself, giving one final warning before he left to keep a civil tongue in his mouth.

He walked with a purpose, soon coming back up to the princess' side. He kept a smile on his face and greeted the remaining two parliament members before leaning a bit closer to Mia and speaking in hushed tones.

"Keep your eye on Viscount Mabrey. I don't trust his intentions and a nation's intuition is very rarely ever wrong."

Mia nodded then Leal spoke again.

"Oh, and by the way, I'll be sure to give you hell later for stepping on that young man's foot and so clumsily walking into that servant's tray. You're more embarrassing than anything else I could possibly think of in my wildest imagination."

Mia closed her eyes, and groaned quietly in exasperation. So close.

***The Princess Diaries***

AQ: Ugh, this chapter took so long, but it's finally done. I hope people aren't too mad at me for glossing over the movies details too much, but this story really is more about how Mia and Genovia are getting along so I figured you've all seen the movie and you know how it goes. Why get too much into detail about what everyone already knows, right? Well I hope to hear what you think, please review