A/N: Okay, so, I've had this in my head, and then parts of it typed out for a good year now, I just never got around to making it into an actual story. I got too stressed out about school as we got closer to spring break and I had tons of paper and tests due, so I decided to write this to relax.

The idea for this came after watching Disney's Aladdin and I wondered what it actually meant to be a prince. Machiavelli's The Prince may have also starred in my ruminations.

Premise: What happens when Genie takes Aladdin's wish to be a prince much more literally, and goes much deeper.

SORRY! About the names of the people. See, I don't know any names from that area of the world, and I wouldn't know where to look. I live in America. So I just took names that exist in the movie and twisted them a little. For example, for one of Aladdin's "advisors", I took Jafar's name and made it Zafa.

To be honest, I probably got a lot of stuff wrong and such, but just assume that that's because of Genie messing with the world. My idea is that this is an alternate universe loosely based in the Middle East. That's my explanation for all historical inaccuracies.

Disclaimer: I don't own Aladdin.

EDIT(5/25/18): Fixed some tense and point of view issues, made a few other minor changes like the phrasing of some things, etc. I also changed the slightest thing so that Diaus Biaraa wasn't created solely by Genie, but rather that its history was simply changed.

In an oasis in the middle of the desert, something magical that would change reality itself is about to occur, centered around the four beings gathered there. A teenage boy, a genie, a monkey, and a magical rug.

"Genie, I wish for you to make me a prince." The dark haired boy declares, spreading out his arms and grinning at the blue being.

"Right away, Al!" The genie pulls up his "sleeves" and sets to work. He creates an outfit for the soon to be prince, planning to also create servants and riches as proof of his nobility.

Now, in another world, Genie would be satisfied with just the outward appearance of nobility, and the group would set off to Agrabah. He would not think that he needed to do anything more.

That is not the case here.

You see, Genie has existed for many millennia and has met enough princes to know that there is more to being a prince than riches, looks, attitude, and status. He knows that to be a good, effective prince, one must be educated, have manners, care for the common people, and actually know how to rule a kingdom.

In that other world, Genie would ignore that knowledge - no need to go to so much effort for the latest person in a long list of "masters". In this one, Genie embraces it, prideful enough to want to do his best of his master's wish, and goes above and beyond any of Aladdin's hopes and expectations.

And so he begins the job of bending reality itself - changing circumstance, heritage, and memory.

The world as it is now, is thus changed forever after.

"Your Highness! Your Highness, are you alright?!"

Hearing the frantic voice, Aladdin wakes up with a groan. He shakes his head and looks about himself in confusion. Where is he? His attention is drawn to the noble looking man kneeling next to him.

"Zafa? What...?" He asks dazedly, then blinks in shock. What was that? He doesn't know this man, but as he stares in confusion, memories and information flood into his head.

Last week I tricked Zafa into giving me a whole platter of extra food to give to Abu. What?

"No slouching! It is not becoming of someone of your high status. And don't look down!" Instinctively, he straightens his spine and lifts his chin.

"Your Highness- Aladdin. I know you are shocked and distressed by this revelation, but know that your birth parents loved you very much. The kingdom was at war at the time of your birth, so they secretly gave you to a pair of trusted servants to raise you safely. They tragically died before they could tell anyone what they had done. We only recently found evidence of what happened to you. We are glad to find you, my Prince, after thirteen long years of searching." What? What is this nonsense? He isn't a prince! His parents were peasants - commoners!

"Al, I just heard that your parents are dead! Are you okay?"
"...I'm fine, Abu. Really."

"Aladdin, honey, could you come here for a moment? We have something to tell you."

. . .

"What? What do you mean I'm adopted?! That can't-"

"Aladdin, come back! Sweetheart, let us explain!"

He shakes his head in disbelief. None of this is making sense! He never knew his parents, they died before he was even one, so they couldn't have told him he was adopted! (And in the back of his mind he's thinking, it's not fair, not fair at all, that he finally gets to know what his life would be like if his parents had lived to see him grow up and it's so happy and they are poor but not beggars and it turns out they aren't even his parents how is that fair?)

"Your Highness? Are you alright? You look quite ill." Refocusing his eyes on the stranger - Zafa, the youngest of my advisors, the nicest, the easiest to trick - Aladdin shakes his head and tries to push himself up. Two men rush forward to help - guards, there to protect me from those threats I can't handle myself - and he lets them. Normally he would push away any help ('I can take care of myself, I've been doing it for my whole life'), but right now he is too confused to do anything.

They gently pull him out of the large room he woke up in - the throne room, where I receive requests and listen to complaints of the people three times a week, where I am learning to act as Sultan of the great nation Diaus Biaraa, where I am forced to spend most of my time when I am unable sneak off ('but Diaus Biaraa was destroyed years ago-') - and down the hall.

As they walk, he observes the paintings and decorations and everything around him, and memories that were both his and not flow through his mind.

I scraped my knee there running around this place when I first got here. ('I've never been here before.')

My tutoring sessions in reading and writing take place in that room. My teachers say that I am improving nicely. ('I never learned how to read or write.')

On and on it goes as we walk in silence, two sets of memories contradicting each other, and soon he just closes his eyes and hangs his head to try and escape the onslaught of memories. ('They're not mine they can't be none of this makes any sense!')

Soon the group reaches a large, ornate door, which is pushed open with haste as those around their confused Prince worry. He opens his eyes and scans the extravagant room - it's mine; That large bed there is where I sleep (it has to be the most comfortable thing in the world, everything I dreamed of as a poor child), and Abu sleeps in the smaller bed next to mine (but sometimes when I get homesick and I miss the people who raised me and the extravagance of everything gets to me he climbs into my bed and we cuddle together like we did when we were kids), and I used to use the balcony there to sneak out of the castle, so they closed it off, can't go having the young ruler of the kingdom running around in the real world without guards after all ('what is this Abu is a monkey I have never slept in a real bed at best I use a pile of hay with a worn cloth over it I don't understand what's happening') - and then pretty much just melts into the soft mattress he is set on. He begins to doze off as those around him murmur worriedly.

"What's wrong with him?!" While it doesn't wake him completely, the worried shout rouses Aladdin slightly. He rolls his head towards the voice and watches as a thin boy hurries to his side - Abu, that's Abu, he's my best friend ever, we've known each other since I was seven and he was four; when my adoptive parents died, we stuck together like brothers; when the royal court came calling, I said I wouldn't go with them and cooperate unless he would come along; officially, he's my servant, but unofficially, he's my brother. (Abu's a monkey, a freaking monkey what's going on).

Abu is scrawny, and short, and has light brown hair, with very worried look on his face.

"Hahaha! Stop worrying Abu! You're such a worrywort! It'll be fine!~"

"Maybe I wouldn't worry so much if you weren't so reckless Al!"

His grey eyes, while worried, also look as confused as Aladdin feels, and he glances many times at a familiar golden lamp as he interrogates everyone about what happened to Aladdin.

The confusion and memories pile and his head pounds in time with his racing pulse. Squeezing shut his eyes Aladdin curls into a ball on the bed ('what is this this can't be real it's too perfect') and tries his best to fall asleep. ('Maybe when I wake up the world will make sense.')

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this. I have been doubting my writing skills because I don't do well on my history and english papers, but I'm hoping publishing this will get me my confidence back, because I really do love to write.

Please tell me what you think, and what I can improve upon. Also, don't expect this to be updated much or fast. School is driving me to crazy levels of stress and I don't know when I'll have time to write again, especially with AP Exams and finals coming up.

See ya!