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.

***Hetalia***

Leal walked slowly down the castle halls, really in no hurry to get to the meeting. Meetings with parliament were always boring, and it's not like they've ever really done anything that he hadn't already anticipated anyway, so he was always reluctant when he had to go to them. However, Queen Clarice had always insisted on his attendance, so he went along to avoid displeasing her.

He looked up from the ground and saw princess Mia wandering around the halls with a coffee mug in her hands. She was probably exploring but at the moment he didn't care. He was just happy now to have an excuse not to talk to her. But it seemed luck was not in his favor as she looked over just in time to see him and immediately made her way over to him.

"There you are, I was hoping I'd find you." she said, never really one for beating around the bush.

Leal rolled his eyes and crossed his arms bitterly.

"Of course you were, because I can't go one full day without running into you. What are you looking for me for this time your highness." the blonde sneered, again using heavy sarcasm on her title.

Granted this was a bit irritating to Mia, but she let it slide. He was just being his usual bitter self, but she was confidant that would change soon.

"I was actually looking for you because I figured since you were here longer than anyone, you'd know the most about the palace-" She was cut off there by Genovia snickering at her.

"And you were hoping I'd show you around and explore with you, am I right?" He again sneered.

Mia confirmed that he was right, and Genovia stifled a smirk as he prepared to pop her happy little hopeful bubble.

"Terribly sorry Amelia, but I'm late for a meeting with parliament. I simply don't have time for you." He replied, trying to keep stone faced as he said that, but failing as the hint of a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

Mia's face fell and she was silent for a very brief moment before finding her voice once again.

"Oh, well, have fun with your meeting then." she stated rather flatly.

Leal rolled his eyes again before giving his reply.

"I'll be loathing every moment of it."

With that he continued on and slipped into the meeting room just in time to hear the meeting get called to order and announce Prime minister Motaz was residing. ('shocker' Leal thought sarcastically as he slouched in his chair.) The Prime Minister looked out from over the podium and spoke.

"Viscount Mabrey, you have the floor." he said curtly.

Leal immediately sat up straight at that. What the hell was he planning? After what he had overheard at the ball, he didn't trust him as far as he could throw him. The viscount rose from his seat and took the floor.

"As we all know, the 21st birthday to an heir to the Genovian bloodline is indeed a matter of great public significance. It signifies that this young person is eligible to assume the crown."

Now it was Sebastian's turn to speak as he was getting just as annoyed of the reiterating of the law as everyone else.

"Indeed, we are all aware Viscount." The room broke into murmurs or agreement as he continued, "The queen has already indicated that princess Mia intends to learn more at her side before assuming the throne."

Leal rolled his eyes for the third time that day before speaking up himself.

"If all you are going to do is reiterate all that we already know, I'm going to have to ask you to sit back down, Viscount."

Mabrey, however, was undeterred and just kept going.

"It was not Princess Mia to whom I was referring."

Leal was silenced immediately, and the queen's expression immediately turned to one of grave surprise. It was safe to say, no one had seen that coming, and the Viscount was certain he had everyone's attention as he continued.

"King Shivaliegh, was the great great great grandfather of-" he was cut off by one of the older council members mistaking his pounding on the table for the phone and answering the inactive device after just waking up from his slumber.

Leal had to cover his mouth at that, trying his very hardest not to laugh as the Viscount continued, missing a lot of what he was saying in his attempt to be polite and courteous. Once he had calmed himself enough to listen again he wasn't sure what he was getting at.

"So as of the 20th of October last year, on the occasion of his 21st birthday, another Genovian of the royal bloodline became eligible to assume the throne…. my nephew, Lord Devereaux."

Leal was about to say something, but queen Clarice ascending from her chair silenced him as she stared down the viscount.

"I beg your pardon." She said firmly, almost as though daring the Viscount to continue.

A dare, he took without hesitation.

"My nephew's mother, was my wife's sister, therefore your majesty, I am pleased to say that my nephew is ready to take his rightful place, as Genovia's rightful king."

Blood boiling and everyone else in the room in shock, Leal immediately rose from his seat and said the first thing on his mind.

"You sir, have no right to say what is rightful to me and what isn't! The Rinaldi's have always been my royal family, no Devereaux is going to change that!"

Knowing he had spoken out of turn, the parliament member next to him simply pulled him gently back into his seat, reminding him that he couldn't interfere on decisions of parliament and the royal family. Needless to say he was annoyed, but there wasn't anything he could do about it anyway. He knew it was true, and he loathed the fact with all his being. But his cold mood didn't last long as the queen was next to react.

Her face was frozen in an expression of shock and after a momentary silence, she only managed two words.

"Shut up."

The entire room once again began buzzing with shock, and Leal once again began laughing, this time not bothering to hide it. He knew no one would hear him anyway, and he only laughed harder when the Viscount replied with a simple, "I beg your pardon."

He was starting to like these meetings a little more now that things were finally entertaining, but it didn't last long as the Prime Minister explained that she wasn't telling him to shut up, that it was simply a phrase similar to 'Oh my goodness' and the like. However things got right back to business as quickly as they fell to disarray as another member of Parliament spoke up.

"But isn't Princess Mia first in line to ascend the throne?"

Sebastian looked at the one who spoke and answered his question.

"Not yet. Genovian law states that a princess must marry before she can…. take the throne."

Leal remained silent, but Clarice reacted immediately.

"We have never enforced that law! A man doesn't have to marry to be king, I meant this is the 21st century for heaven's sake. My granddaughter should be given the same rights as any man." she stated firmly.

Immediately afterwards a resounding 'yeah!' echoed throughout the room from seemingly no where. Everyone looked around to try to find the source, but Genovia just smirked.

'looks like the princess found the secret passageway.' he thought, chuckling softly to himself.

The lightheartedness of the situation didn't last though as another man spoke.

"Genovia shall have no queen, lest she be bound in matrimony."

Leal felt faint so held his tongue. Clarice, in a similar state of disbelief only managed the gentleman's name.

"Lord Palamore."

The man in question stood and continued.

"That is the law of Genovia for the last 300 years. Princess Mia is not qualified to rule because she's unmarried. Forgive me your majesty, not all of are sure the princess is the most suitable choice to govern our great nation."

The room all Ooooh-ed in unison, and Genovia felt sick. Granted he care much for his princess either, but that didn't mean he wanted Lord Devereaux to become his king. Of the two choices, he was almost certain that Amelia would be the less of the two evils. He didn't want to have a king that wasn't a Rinaldi, but his word didn't mean a thing here. He was just a bystander in all of this as others around him determined his future.

Head spinning and stomach churning, the blonde sunk into his chair as he tried to get a handle on all that was going on. However, Prime minister Motaz speaking up pulled the blonde from his thoughts.

"Now gentlemen, gentlemen, please! I suggest that this honored body allow Princess Mia… one year, during which time she must marry, or she forfeits the throne of Genovia to young Lord Devereaux."

The Viscount wasn't having any of that though, and spoke up immediately.

"I object! I object most strongly!"

With that the whole room went into chaos with various shouts and suggestions.

"Sixty days!"

"Two months!"

Finally, Lord Palamore spoke above them all with a resounding and resolute, "Thirty days."

With the thirty day deadline decided on, the meeting was adjourned, and Leal followed silently behind Queen Clarice as she made her way to the throne room to meet with Mia.

It wasn't long before she showed up and after a brief explanation about how she had already heard everything from the passageway, the young woman was in a panic.

"How could parliament expect me to fall in love in thirty days. It's like, it's like it's a big trick to get me to have an arranged marriage or-" she cut herself off there and paused as a look, that Genovia couldn't read crossed her face before she continued.

"No… no there's no or, that's it, an arranged marriage is my only choice."

Leal could have made a snide remark, but his head was still spinning from the meeting so he just remained silent and let her continue, remaining in his place by the throne with Maurice by his side, a polite distance away from the two women.

"What kind of person agrees to an arranged marriage?" she blurted out, and Queen Clarice looked over at a portrait on the wall before looking back at Mia and smiling.

Immediately, the brunette understood and continued hesitantly.

"Uh… you agreed to an arranged marriage. Hehe…. right?"

"Yes I did." the queen replied levelly, looking back at the portrait with a smile before continuing, "And it turned out quite splendidly. He was my best friend, we grew very fond of each other."

Genovia's heart sank as he started petting Maurice. He remembered those years well, and he could feel that his queen still missed him dearly. Still, human lives were much shorter than his own, so he was quite accustomed to this by now. Still he remained silent, and Mia spoke up.

"And I'm sure, grandma, but I dream of love, not fondness."

"But you don't have to do this Mia. You don't have to become queen." Clarice offered.

Mia leaned against a pillar and her voice broke with a few surpressed sobs.

"This is so unfair."

That was when her gaze also wandered to the portraits and, after following her eyes with his own, Leal noticed she was gazing at the one of her father, the late King Rupert. He watched her now as a change came over her face and she began speaking, softly at first, but as she continued with more certainty and commitment.

"Courage is not the absence of fear, rather the judgement that something else is more important…. than fear." she stood up straight and looked around the room at all the portraits before she continued, "There are 550 years of Rinaldi's on these walls, and I will be up there next to my father. I'm sure I want my chance to make a difference as a ruler."

Clarice smiled proudly before giving her reply.

"Spoken like a true queen."

Mia let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding and Genovia finally decided to speak.

"But arrived at like a true airhead."

Clarice gave him a warning look and Mia sighed again. Gaining over the nation himself was still going to be a different matter all together that much was certain.

***The Princess Diaries***

A.Q.: OMG could this be another finished chapter? It is! I'm so sorry it's so late. I fail at updating. I'm not even going to try to promise the next one will be up sooner, I know it's not going to happen. But hopefully this chapter being a little longer will make up for it. Please review and let me know what you think