A/N: I don't own Hetalia or any of its characters, or any fairytale I use. Dedicated to Lumoa, for her Spamano fetish (and mine…)!

Guide

Sp = Spain

Ro = Romano

T = Turkey

Aladdin and the Magic Lamp

And now, we'll own up on some of the earlier foreshadowing!

You see, Lovina, from the Cinderella (or should I call it CinderFeli?) story was not actually Rhoda's child. She was Feliciana's real sister, which was pretty obvious because they looked so much alike. In any case, she'd heard word from her father, who had become the sultan of a desert city, and went to live with him.

Ro: Dammit, I don't want to be the princess!

Sp: But Lovi~ you'd make such a cute princess!

Ro: S-shut up, bastard!

Of course, being the loving (read: suffocating) parent he was, he wanted his daughter to marry almost immediately after she became a princess. But Lovina was bad-tempered, and she turned down all of the suitors that came to call.

"He was stupid."

"He tried to feel me up!"

"He didn't even know how to make pizza, dammit!"

Those were just some of the reasons Lovina gave for rejecting every man who came to call.

Sp: Haha, Lovi, that sounds just like you~!

Don't provoke him, Spain…

So the princess got bored very quickly, holed up in the palace, and often snuck out, disguised as a peasant.

Also out on the streets of this desert city was a young man that you will hopefully remember from the last chapter; Antonio Carriedo. He'd had no money after the slightly failed caper he and his two friends had attempted to pull, so he was stuck stealing food for both himself and his little turtle Pedro, and living in a rundown abandoned building. But he was very cheerful and optimistic, so he didn't mind that much.

Ro: You mean he was stupid so he didn't mind.

Sp: That's mean, Lovi!

So now that we've reintroduced our main characters, why don't we start the real story; the day that the two of them met.

Lovina was on another of her secret escapades from the boring and way too large palace, when she got hungry. So she grabbed a tomato from the nearest vendor and bit into it.

"Hey! You'll have to pay for that!" the shop owner snarled.

So Lovina reached into her pocket to slap some cash on the guy's table, except… She didn't have any money in her pocket. She'd left it all at the castle. Oops.

The vendor called the city's soldiers, but at the last second, a young man with brown hair and green eyes grabbed Lovina's wrist and helped her escape. He had a small green turtle clinging to his head as they ran.

"I'm Antonio!" he told her cheerfully, picking her up to leap onto a rooftop. "What's your name?"

"L-Lovina," she got out, trying to struggle from Antonio's grip.

He set her down and they continued to run, chased by more and more soldiers.

"L-leave me alone, dammit! I can take care of myself!" Lovina protested eventually, even as he tugged her out of the way of a soldier's sword.

Sp: Stubborn, stubborn, Lovi~!

Ro: Dammit, shut up!

Now, now, guys! I have to finish this story eventually, you know! Let's see…

Antonio just smiled, shaking his head. At long last and after much complaining by the girl, they shook off the soldiers and Antonio led them to his little makeshift house. It was really only a rundown building (as explained before), but Antonio thought nothing of it.

"H-hey, where are we?" Lovina demanded.

"My temporary little home," Antonio told her, patting the wall fondly. "It has the best view in the city."

And even as Lovina scoffed, the Spaniard pulled away the ragged piece of cloth serving as a curtain for the gaping hole in the building wall, to reveal a perfectly framed view of the palace. It was beautiful.

They just stayed there, enjoying the view for a while, but the sun was beginning to set, and Lovina knew she had to get home before her clingy dad noticed she was missing. Antonio knew it wasn't safe for anyone to walk around alone after dark, so he went with her, despite her protests. And that's how Antonio found out that he had a crush on the princess.

And how he got thrown into the dungeon.

Of course, Lovina had stormed her way into the palace, and so she didn't see her escort get dragged away by palace guards, under order of the Sultan's advisor, Sadiq Adnan.

T: Wait a minute there! Are ya really gonna make me the bad guy, here?

Ahem… Yes, well… On with the story!

The next morning, Sadiq commented on how very 'fortunate' Lovina was, and turning to the masked man with a scowl, she demanded why.

"Because you made it to the gate in time! Why you barely escaped that hooligan following you!"

"H-hooligan?" the princess scoffed. "You mean that stupid guy with me? He was just escorting me home, cuz he didn't think I was safe on my own."

"Oh… That is too bad…" Sadiq murmured. "He was arrested… And he's been sentenced to execution, for kidnapping the princess."

"Wh-what? What do you mean kidnapping, dammit? I went out on my own, cuz I'm sick of this stupid too-big palace and creeps like you!"

The princess ran off to her room. And she wasn't crying. Not at all, ok?

Ro: D-don't insinuate things with excessive denial, dammit!

Why not? You do it all the time…

In any case… Antonio was not really sentenced for death. But he had been locked in the dungeon, though the sultan didn't know about it. And late that night, while Pedro, Antonio's turtle, was trying to pick the lock, Antonio was visited by Sadiq himself. The advisor had an offer to make.

"There's something I need you to get for me… You see… I can't get it myself; but you can, and if you do, I'll even let you go," he explained, tapping a brick in the dungeon wall.

T: What, now I got some kinda secret agenda?

Shush, Turkey.

An entire section of the wall slid away to reveal a tunnel with many, many stairs spiraling down into darkness.

"Down there…" Sadiq explained. "Down there you'll find a lamp. Bring it to me, and all the treasure in the cave is yours. But first ya gotta bring me the lamp, before ya touch anything else. Ya got that?"

Antonio was leery of the masked man before him, but nodded anyway. It was his only chance for escape. So he was unchained, and walked, with a shaking Pedro atop his head, down into the dark abyss. Along the path, he saw many gems and golden objects, but like instructed, didn't touch anything. Finally, he saw a lamp atop a small stone pedestal and took it. As he turned back, though, Pedro toppled to the ground, and landed on a pile of gold. Everything started to melt into churning lava, and Antonio grabbed his turtle and ran for his life. Finally, he reached the door in the dungeon, and leapt for it as the stairs crumbled beneath him.

"The lamp! Give it to me, and I'll pull ya up!" Sadiq shouted.

So Antonio threw the lamp over the edge of the doorway. Sadiq grabbed his tanned wrist… But then pulled out a knife. Pedro, seeing the metal glint in the light of the quickly hardening lava below them bit down harshly on Sadiq's hand. He released them, and the two went tumbling downwards, on a hill of already hardened magma. The door far, far above them slid shut.

Sp: Oh no!

They were trapped. So Antonio looked around, seeing nothing much at all. Except… In one corner sat a small wooden crate.

"Eh? What's this? A box…" Antonio muttered to himself, using his sleeve to rub away some dust. "What does this say, here? To… Ma… To?"

And with a huge poof of red smoke, a figure appeared.

"W-who are you?" Antonio stammered.

"I'm the Tomato Box F- er… Genie!"

Sp: How exciting! A real genie!

Well… the man certainly did look like a tomato… He had messy green hair and red skin. But…

"I guess… I do understand, with the name and all… But… Don't genies come in lamps?" Antonio questioned, scratching his head.

"Let me tell you something, kid," the genie said seriously. "Not every genie has the same lamp, but every genie has a lamp."

Antonio nodded, still confused.

Ro: As usual…

"So…" the genie continued. "You get three wishes!"

Antonio grinned.

"Really? That's great! Then I can become a prince and get the princess to fall in love with me!"

The Tomato Box Genie paused.

"Actually… There are some restrictions; some rules, you see? No making people fall in love, no wishing people dead, no bringing people back to life… And no wishing for more wishes! You got all that, buster?"

Antonio thought about it quietly, and ticked them off on his fingers.

"Si, I've got it!"

Then, after a few seconds of quiet thought, something occurred to the Spaniard.

"Wait… How am I supposed to get out of this cave?"

The genie laughed loudly.

"It's simple!"

Before Antonio could ask just what the genie meant, there was a 'poof', and he, the genie, and Pedro the turtle were standing at the edge of a sandy oasis.

"And now, for your second wish!" the genie said expectantly.

Antonio blinked for a second.

"Wait a minute… I didn't make a wish!" he replied, tapping a finger against his chin.

"H-hey, you tricked me!" the Tomato Box Genie shouted.

But Antonio hadn't really. The genie was just too eager to please.

"Well, fine, but no more free wishes, I tell you!" the genie ranted.

"I… Wish to be a prince," Antonio got out slowly.

If he were a prince, then he could marry the princess. After all, no one would let some random peasant in to the palace. So, once again eager to please, the Tomato Box Genie turned Antonio's ragged clothes into fancy ones, changed Pedro from a small turtle into a magnificent bull, and made a whole entourage appear so that Antonio could parade into the city as Prince Tony!

And that's exactly what he did. The sultan was charmed, of course; especially for such a handsome suitor to come see his daughter. She, of course, wasn't so pleased. He was showy and predictable. He wanted the power and the money, just like all the others.

Sp: N-no way! I would never!

I know, Spain, I know. But the princess didn't know that.

So she stormed away to her room as usual.

Ro: … Hmph.

And that made 'Prince Tony' feel awful. So he walked out to the gardens under the princess's window, and had Pedro give him a boost up. Lovina was just wandering out onto the balcony at that time, and she shrieked.

"L-look, Princess… I'm really sorry for whatever it was that made you mad… Please give me a second chance…? You won't regret it, I promise!"

He was sincere and innocent, but Lovina wouldn't see it.

"Y-you're just like all the other princes, stupid bastard! A-always after the title sultan, or just a pervert after my body!" she shouted, shoving him off the balcony.

Seconds after she'd done so, Lovina realized that the prince had actually fallen, and gasped, leaning over the edge to see if he had killed him. N-not that she was worried, or anything…

And though she was, she needn't have been, because Pedro the bull had jumped up and caught Antonio on his back. Lovina let out a breath of relief at seeing that he was safe, and her eyes widened when he held out a hand.

"Come on!"

The bull looked intimidating… But the prince's hand was so large and safe-looking… He would protect her. … N-not that she needed protecting, though!

Ro: Y-yeah! I don't need to be protected, dammit!

So she jumped down, closing her eyes. Prince Tony caught her, and they rode Pedro outside the castle walls, out into the countryside, and watched the sunset. And Lovina felt comfortable to talk with him, so they talked, and talked, and he even brought out a slice of pizza he'd made for her, since the sultan had told him it was her favorite dish. It was delicious, but she'd never admit it to him.

"You remind me… Of this guy I met in the market," Lovina said eventually.

And though he picked up the cute little blush staining her cheeks-

Ro: Hey! W-what kind of embarrassing drivel is this?

Sp: I think it's cute, Lovi…

Ro: Who c-cares what you think, idiot?

Romano… Please behave, or I might have to ask France to come sit next to you, ok?

Ro: …

Thank you. Now… My spot was… Cute little blush… Ah! Here!

And though he picked up on the cute little blush staining her cheeks, Antonio was terrible at sensing the atmosphere; so he vehemently denied any connection to anyone in the marketplace. A princess deserved better than some poor street kid, right? He didn't know she hadn't always been a princess.

Lovina glanced at the green-eyed man beside her. He was… Different than all the others. Not only could he cook (pizza, and that was really all that mattered), he didn't seem to care for money or power; he was a simple man, made happy by simple things, like tiny turtles and plump tomatoes and rosy sunsets. And, though Princess Lovina didn't realize it, by her.

T-that didn't mean she would marry him, by any means!

Ro: Yeah! That's right!

He could still be a pervert after her body, after all. And he was kind of weird anyway. And stupid. Really, really stupid.

Sp: L-Lovi… You don't think I'm really, really stupid, do you?

Ro: … D-dammit.

Sp: That means no! I'm sure it does! If you really hated me you'd be able to tell me without that cute little blush on your face, Lovi~!

AHEM.

The two of them eventually rode back to the palace. The next morning, Lovina was almost happy when she woke and as she was practically skipping to breakfast, Lovina saw her father standing with Sadiq.

"Lovi," her dad told her sternly, "you need to find a husband soon! And Sadiq has volunteered to be your husband. Don't you think he'd make a wonderful sultan; with all his experience in the palace?"

Princess Lovina scowled darkly.

"No! I'm marrying Prince Tony!" she protested, not even realizing what she'd said until after the fact.

The 'prince' had been on the stairs when Lovina shouted, and rushed down to hug her.

"Really? Do you mean it?" he asked happily.

And the sultan decided that, if his daughter had actually found a nice, good-looking prince to marry, that was good enough for him. It wasn't good enough for Sadiq. But he had a trick up his sleeve. He'd recognized the 'prince' as Antonio, and knew the boy had the real genie with him (how else could he have escaped?). He'd been infuriated at having found the lamp was a fake. So while Prince Tony and Lovina were off getting to know each other, Sadiq had snuck into Tony's room and taken the only thing that was new; the tomato box. And so he had the genie on his side!

So he whipped out the small crate and opened it.

Now, beyond just being an advisor and a scheming bad guy-

T: Hey!

Sadiq was also a skilled sorcerer. And he had the power to change things to how they were, and he would prove tho the princess just what kind of lowly thief she'd put her trust in!

"So what do ya think of your oh-so-dashing prince now, huh?" Sadiq laughed, zapping some sort of magic at Tony.

And then… Tony was Antonio, the boy from the marketplace. And Lovina realized… It had been Antonio the whole time. His bull charged at Sadiq, only to be turned back into the small turtle that had been sitting atop Antonio's head when he and Lovina had first met.

"My first wish," the sorcerer said smugly to the red-skinned genie beside him, "is to be the sultan!"

"G-genie! Amigo, don't do it!" Antonio shouted desperately.

"Sorry, Antonio… He has my tomato box…" the genie lamented.

And with a bright poof of magic, Sadiq was wearing the sultan's clothes, and the sultan was dressed in ragged peasant clothes.

And using his magic, Sadiq tossed Antonio into a room, and sealed the door over with stone. There would be no way out. Then the sorcerer comfortably assumed the throne, zapping both the princess and the king into chains. Sadiq made his next wish idly, not listening to the Tomato Box Genie's protests about the 'rules'; his second wish was that the princess would fall madly in love with him. Lovina wanted to gag.

Sp: Oh no! Lovi!

Antonio was desperate. And luckily for him, he'd been locked in the armory. He grabbed the first weapon he could reach; it was a huge axe, almost a halberd. Somehow, the monstrous weapon felt almost comfortable in Antonio's calloused hands. With a mighty swing, the palace wall split in two.

Ro: W-whoa…

T: … Uh oh…

Even Sadiq recoiled at the crash. And the murderous look in Antonio's green eyes. With more speed than should have been possible, the axe-wielding man was across the room, slashing the weapon at the sorcerer. Even Sadiq's powerful magic couldn't keep up with the Spaniard's rage. So he needed to make his last wish. And he would wish…

"I wish to be a genie!" he shouted.

Not able to watch, the Tomato Box Genie turned his head as he shot a beam of magic at Sadiq. The sorcerer grinned as he felt his power growing. He would be invincible! No one could stop a genie!

And then Antonio remembered something.

"Every genie… Needs a lamp!" he shouted, holding up a gold statue of a cat. Sadiq's eyes widened as he was sucked into the cat statue.

"No!"

When the sorcerer had been completely sealed inside, the Tomato Box Genie picked up the statue and hurled it far, far, far, far, far into the distance.

Sp: Hooray!

The next day, Princess Lovina and Antonio were preparing for their wedding.

"You know, amigo," Antonio said to the Tomato Box Genie conversationally, "it's a good thing you are a genie, or we could have all been in trouble with Sadiq's last wish."

Now, the Tomato Box Genie was ashamed.

"I'm not really a genie," he said. "I'm a fairy…"

And from his back, two shimmery wings unfurled. But neither princess Lovina nor the soon-to-be-prince Antonio cared that the Genie was really only a fairy.

Ro: T-tomato box fairy? That sounds like something my stupid brother would come up with!

"Wait, if you're a fairy…" Antonio started, thinking to himself.

"I couldn't turn Sadiq into a Genie, yes," the fairy finished. "I turned him into a fairy like me, instead, but he's sealed up inside of that golden cat statue, so he shouldn't ever get out!"

Ro: That doesn't even make sense, dammit!

Sp: Sure it does, Lovi~! Fairies can turn people into fairies, and genies can turn people into genies!

Ro: … I-idiot.

So everyone shrugged and went on with their lives, and Antonio and Lovina were married and lived happily (ish) ever after!

Sp: Did you hear that Lovi? We got married!

Ro: S-shut up! We did not, dammit! It's j-just a story!

And no one ever knew what would befall Sadiq the fairy… Until the golden statue was smashed, centuries later by a careless queen…

Sp: Eh? I wonder what that m-

But that really has nothing to do with this story, so let's stay positive shall we!

The End