AN: Hey, everyone! This is a very special story, as it is based on a request! Arandomperson2567 sent me a PM not too long ago with the idea for this story, and I thought it sounded like a really cool idea. So, I want to thank them, and I also hope that this story will turn out to be really fun.

Anyway, let's get started!

Chapter 1 Birth of a Bean

Prince Peasley stared down at his action figure, frowning as he did. He didn't play with it, didn't even bother picking it up, as his mind was filled with other things. Other strange, different, off-putting things. The five year old couldn't remember the last time he had felt this conflicted about anything. He didn't like this state of mind, and not just because it was getting in the way of his playtime. It was such an… uncomfortable state to be in.

And, if everything went down the way it was supposed to today, he was going to feel this sort of thing for a long time in the future. The prince's frown grew more pronounced when he had this thought, and his mood dropped down to a considerably low level. He picked up his toy, telling himself that it would be best to play with it. After all, it was the only thing that could keep him happy until his mother, Queen Bean, came out of the delivery room.

"I am Sunstone, the great warrior!" Prince Peasley exclaimed. He stopped before shaking his head, noticing that he had a lot less enthusiasm in his voice than he thought was appropriate for this scenario. He needed to try harder. "I am going to beat the wicked dragon, Mr. Fummy Tum! I'm going to strike him down with the strong, stainless steel of my blade….!" He paused for a little bit before groaning. "No! No, that's not right…" he put the toy down and sat down on the floor, feeling like he was going to devolve into a crying fit. "Nothing is working. There's no part of this day that is actually good…"

He shook his head. He thought back to nine months ago, when his mother had revealed some news to him that changed his life forever. It shook him to his very core, made him feel like he wasn't the special prince that everybody told him he was. And sure, that hadn't been the purpose of the news. The news itself had been meant to be happy, to be exciting and thrilling. But that hadn't been the case for Peasley. It made him worry about the future, how his mother would see him from this point going forward. That worry had been growing for the past nine months, and today it was at an all time high.

Before he even knew it, the little prince was crying. He aggressively wiped the tears from his face, all while telling himself that this wasn't right. He shouldn't cry! He was a prince! Princes didn't cry! They ruled kingdoms, fought monsters, and looked fabulous to anyone who would set their eyes on their beauty! They didn't cry! Crying was for weaklings.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he wiped away his tears, more just replaced them withing no time at all. Deciding he didn't want to stay in the playroom, he got up and made his way out into the hallway. He wiped so many tears from his face that he could easily fill the entire Oho Ocean. He didn't stop for one second though; if anything, he picked up the pace. He ran through the various hallways, deciding that he wanted to go to his room and collapse on his bed. That would be the best possible place to be. Maybe, if he was wrapped within the fluffy blankets of his big boy bed, he could finally get himself to stop crying like a sissy.

So, he continued with his sprint. Multiple servants turned to look at him in curiosity, but he didn't bother saying hi to them. He had a goal, and he wasn't going to stop until he got there. He wasn't going to stop for anything or anyone.

Anyone, that is, except for Lady Lima. The elderly advisor to the queen stepped out into the hallway right in front of Peasley. Not wanting to run into her and break the brittle bones her old self no doubt possessed, Peasley came to a halt. He looked up into her eyes, for a second forgetting about the tears coming out of his. She stared back, looking at the prince with the type of expression that one would usually expect to see from their own mother.

"Your majesty," she said, her voice somehow smooth despite how groggy and froggy it usually sounded. "Is everything alright?"

Prince Peasley hesitated. He knew that Lady Lima had no doubt just gotten out of aiding his mother in the delivery room. As such, would she really sympathize with his feelings? Would she really take the time to tell him that it was okay to feel these things, as opposed to just telling him to stop crying and be a big boy? He didn't think she would? As such, he decided to lie.

"Everything's fine." He walked past her, setting his sights on his room once again. "I'm just going to take a nap."

He had only walked five steps when Lady Lima called out to him. "Prince Peasley!" Peasley stopped, cringing as he did. He slowly turned toward Lady Lima, who looked back at him with a furrowed brow. "Come here." The prince swallowed a lump and slowly walked back over to her. When he stopped, it felt as though Lady Lima's eyes wouldn't look away from him for even a millisecond. The advisor reached out her hand and stroked the young prince's cheek with her thumb. This, admittedly, made Peasley feel a tad bit better.

"Today is a rough day for you, huh my prince?" she asked, her voice soft as silk.

Peasley sniffled. "I… uh…" he hung his head. "Yeah…"

Lady Lima smiled and chuckled. "You no doubt have a lot of things happening in that head of yours." She put her arm around his shoulder. "Come, why don't you walk with me for a minute?"

Deciding that saying no would cause too much of a hassle, Prince Peasley nodded. Lady Lima guided him through the castle, through the winding corridors and past various servants who were too busy preparing for everything to notice the prince and the advisor. Peasley didn't mind this though. It gave him a good excuse to keep quiet, to think about everything that was happening and try to come up with a way to not feel as conflicted as he did. He ultimately didn't succeed in this though, as there were just too many facets about this day that made him upset.

After a little bit, Lady Lima took him to one of the castle's balconies. She closed the door behind them, taking deep breaths of the fresh Beanbean air. Peasley decided to do the same thing. The scent of home, which was the sweetest scent he had ever smelled, filled his lungs. It actually helped him to smile, to forget about his heavy emotions and just live in the moment.

It was only natural that Lady Lima would ruin it by speaking. "Your mother is doing fairly well." She grinned. "Your baby sister should be here within no time at all."

Peasley's heart sank. "That's… great." He looked over the balcony, at the many people bustling through Beanbean Castle Town. Not one of them seemed to be torn up about a baby girl being born into the royal family today. If anything, their grins were brighter than the usually wore. If anything, they looked excited enough to drop everything that they were doing and just burst into song.

Lady Lima looked at the Prince. "You aren't fond of that fact, are you?"

Peasley seized up. Part of him didn't want to talk about this, as he knew it would look bad on his end. He would receive judgment from Lima and even his mother if he told them that he wasn't looking forward to the birth of his sister. And honestly, judgment was the absolute last thing he needed right at this moment.

"I… I…"

"Peasley," Lima said, deciding to ignore formalities this one time. "It's okay. You can tell me what's bothering you. It's alright."

Peasley hesitated. Her voice sounded so… reassuring. So free of the judgment the Prince was afraid of receiving, so free of any negative emotion as she looked upon her struggling prince. So, despite every inch of his body telling him not to, he decided to just be honest with her.

"I'm afraid," he said, the first sentence plain and simple. "I'm afraid that I won't be special if I have a little sister. I'm afraid that everyone will ignore me. I'm… I'm afraid that everyone will forget about me."

He shed a tear. Now that these thoughts were front and center in his mind, there was no hope of escaping them. He bit his lip, feeling embarrassed that anybody saw him in such a state of weakness. Sure, the fact that it was the wise Lady Lima made it slightly better, but only slightly. He still felt as if he was going to collapse into a puddle of tears.

"Oh, Peasley," Lady Lima said. She smiled at him, the expression showing the kind of warmth the young prince had come to expect of her. "It's all going to be okay. I promise you from the bottom of my heart that no one will forget about you."

Peasley sniffled and wiped his nose with the back of his arm. "How do you know?"

Lima laughed. "Well, for starters, forgetting about you is practically an impossibility. You're very memorable, your highness. You bring your own flavor of flair to the table." She chuckled, all while the smile refused to fall away from her. "And, on top of that, you are very special indeed."

Peasley sniffled again. "You think so?"

"I know so. There isn't a prince, princess, mayor, commoner, or president out there who is quite like you." She stepped closer to him. "And, on top of that, your attitude is infectious. There is no doubt in my mind that, as your sister grows up, she'll see firsthand how special you are. And, that specialness from her older brother will encourage her to be special in her own way!" She placed her hands on Peasley's shoulders. "Trust me your highness. You have nothing to worry about. You will always be special." A twinkle appeared in her eyes. "And, on top of that, you will also be a fantastic older brother to the princess."

For the first time since it had been revealed his mother was going into the delivery room, Peasley managed to smile. His heart welled with positive emotion, the warmth they caused spreading throughout his entire body.

"Thank you, Lady Lima." Grinning, he flipped his sunny golden hair. "That brought my mood up considerably."

Lady Lima laughed. "I'm glad, your highness."

Right at that moment, the door to the balcony opened. A servant stepped out, looking as excited as one could get. "Lady Lima! Prince Peasley!" They grinned. "It happened! The princess has been born!"

"Ooh!" Lady Lima looked down at the beanish prince. "What do you think Peasley, would you like to meet your baby sister?"

Peasley thought about that for a minute before smiling. "Wouldn't hurt."

With that, the three of them walked back into the castle. The servant led them through the winding corridors until they got to the delivery room. When they got there, Peasley was greeted by the sight of his mother sitting up in bed. In her arms was a bundle of blankets.

"How are you feeling, My Lady?" Lima asked.

"Incredible, thanks." She smiled at the prince. "Come meet your little sister Peasley!"

Peasley grinned and bounded over. He looked into his mother's arms, at the baby sleeping. Her smooth green face and golden blonde hair made her quite the sight to see.

"What's her name?" Peasley asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"Peach," Queen Bean said. "Princess Peach."

Peasley grinned. "Hello, Princess Peach." He leaned in close, practically giving his sister a hug. "You and I are going to have so much fun!"