Chapter 1: Breaking News

Declaimer: I do not own Shake it up, but I do love this show.

Summary: Cecelia "CeCe" Jonasson has no clue; she is the princess of Sweden. Why? Because CeCe parents couldn't marry like they plan to, so they had to split and never see each other again. CeCe father, King J.J. Jonasson is sick and needs her to take over the throne for him. However, she needs a king to rule by her side from the royal bloodline. CeCe finds out, she's in an arranged marriage to a young man name Gunther Hessenheffer, in order to take her throne as Queen. Gunther is the son of princess Squitza, the original air to the throne. But when she married a commoner, by the name of Kashlack, Squitza's father disapproved and dethrones her, handing it down to the next family in line for throne, "The Jonasson family". In order for Gunther to become king and get his family throne back, he must marry Cecelia Jonasson, which is the next air to the throne and future queen on Sweden.

A/N: Hey guys, I'm back with a new story and I hope you love it. This story is basically like Prince Diaries, but totally different. There will be a lot of twist and turns in this story, I even had to change CeCe last name to a Sweden last name, thank god I found one that's similar to her real last name. I'm keeping the gangs personalities as they are in the show. However, a lot of things had to change, so it's not like the show. Hopefully you guys like and continue on with this story, enjoy.

CeCe P.O.V

"Dear Diary, it's me again, CeCe Jonasson. Remember when I told you about this really hot guy name Chad, well he finally talk to me and ask me out yesterday. Am I happy about it? Well yes I am, because I had a crush on him all through high school. This has to be one of the greatest days of my life, besides making it on Shake it up Chicago almost 5 years ago. I'm 18 now, and I finally graduated high school, even though it may have been a bumpy road over the years, I still made it! So you know what that means? Party time! I have a lot of plans this summer before I go to New York to audition for Julie arts in September. I want to get in by next January, so I better get a move on it. Anyways, my best friend Rocky just came back from her college tour at New York University (NYU) and even know we're heading in different directions, we want to stay close as possible together. As for Deuce, Rocky boyfriend of 3 years and our best friend. I feel bad for him because he doesn't want Rocky to leave and he can't move out to New York with her, because he still has to help his uncle run Crusty's, which will be his in the next couple of years or so, I hope they stay together. Last but not least Ty, Rocky brother and my now to be ex-boyfriend, I still don't understand how we ever when out for 1 year, before one of us to finally realize were more like brother and sister. I always wanted a brother and now my wishes has come true, thanks to Ty Blue. Today is my last day performing on Shake it up Chicago, so wish me luck and I will be back next week for another diary report, from yours truly CeCe."

Knock, Knock!

"Who is it?" I said.

"It's me Rocky, can I come in?" Rocky asks.

"Yeah, come in!" I replied, closing my diary and putting down in my shoe box. It was with the rest of my stuff that belong to my father. I looked at my father photo, because it was the only picture I had of him, to remind me of who he was. I may not know much about my father, but I have some memorizes to keep me sane and remember him by.

"Hey, hey, hey! What you up too?" Rocky asked, climbing on my bed.

"I just finish doing my weekly writing in my diary, nothing special." I replied, still looking at the photo of my father. My mother said she met him out here in Chicago, but he was from Sweden and that's where he lives now. I wonder why he never got in contact with me or tried to call. My mother said it was because he's a very busy person and he doesn't have time for us, that's why she left him in Sweden to move back to the United State. Now, my mother wishes, she never left Chicago for my father in the first place, because it didn't work out and they were both going in different directions. In the long run, the best thing my father ever gave my mom was me and she doesn't regret me at all.

"That's your father right?" Rocky asked.

"Yes this is him, I wish I could meet him one day and ask him why I never cross his mind." I explained.

"Maybe one day you will, you never know." She said, trying to cheer me up.

"Rocky, I don't think he will. It's been 17 years now and why hasn't he try to contact me? He probably has a wife and children back home in Sweden and forgot about me." I said sadly.

"I'm sure he hasn't forgotten you." She said with a smile.

"That's easy for you to say, you got your father and he loves you." I said, closing the shoe box and putting it under my bed.

"Maybe we should get going; this is our last day dancing on Shake it up Chicago and I don't want to give Gary the wrong impression while where late." Rocky said, getting up off my bed.

"Okay, I'm coming. I'll meet you outside in a second." I replied.

"Okay." She said leaving my room and closing the door.

I wish Rocky was right about the whole father caring about me part. It's not like I haven't been wishing for it every day, since I was little girl. I always hope that he'll show up at my door step and tells me that he loves me or shows me that he cares just a little bit. The only father figure I've ever had in my life was Mr. Blue, Rocky's dad and it hurts me now that I think about, this mystery man from Sweden.

"CeCe. What taking you so long? We have to go like now!" Rocky shouted, coming inside my room, with her hand on her hip

"Oh sorry, I'm coming!" I said grabbing my bag and walking out the door.

"Mm-hm." She mumbled closing the door behind her. And we were off.

Gunther P.O.V. (Couple days before)

"What do you mean…I'm engaged to be married? I have to marry this girl, in order to get my family throne back?" Gunther asked, getting irritated.

"Now Gunther, please don't be upset. This is how your grandpapa, king Brusthum arranged it to happen, 1 year after you and Tinka were born. "Jasper explained.

"Why can't I take back what rightfully belongs to my family anyways? King Jonasson is sick and he'll be died and done with it, sooner then we know it!" Gunther shouted.

"Gunther that's not a very nice thing to say brother twin of mine. King Jonasson is a magnificent king and you should be grateful he offers his daughter's hand in marriage to you." Tinka said, walking over to stand in front of me.

"She it right you know sir." Jasper agreed.

I glared at him, "who asked you Jasper?"

"Nobody sir, I was agreeing with the young madam." Japer replied.

"Why thank you Jasper, you are too kind. But the only reason why Gunther is acting like that is because he never had a real girlfriend. All those girls my brother had on his arm in the past couple of years, never met up to his standards, so it was a waste of time." Tinka said shrugging her shoulders.

"Do you think this girl will be it for the young master?" Jasper asked.

"Maybe she will or maybe she's won't, all I know is something needs to be done quickly, because I'm not letting anyone else take my family throne." Tinka replied.

"Jasper, what is the young lady name?" I asked.

"Cecelia Jonasson sir, she just turned 18 and lives in Chicago, Illinois." Jasper said.

"Wait a second, you mean to tell me this girl is not even from here and she lives all the way in the United States?" I asked, pacing in circle.

"That is correct sir." He replied.

"Sweet goat milk of god! How am I going to turn a American girl into a Swish princess by next fall, can you explain that to me?" I asked.

Jasper shakes his head, "I don't know the answer to that exactly sir."

"Gunther, why don't we just go to America and tell the girl ourselves, It will be less complicated that way." Tinka explained.

"Why do I get the feeling that this girl doesn't know anything about her family history nor does she know about being a princess?" I asked.

"I don't know, maybe your right. But we have to try for are family sakes Gunther, whether we like it or not!" Tinka replied.

"What if I don't want to marry this American girl, what if I just want to run Sweden on my on term?" I asked sadly.

"Well sometimes we Swish people have to make sacrifices, even when we don't like the idea of it, no?" Tinka asked.

I nodded in agreement.

"That settles it then, we will talk to king Jonasson tomorrow and head over to the United States in a couple of days, yeah!" Tinka said.

"Yes Tinka bell." I replied, deep in my thoughts.

"Good I'm going to start packing my bags, don't wait up for me!" Tinka shouted, exiting the room.

CeCe P.O.V. (Present day)

"All that dancing was making me hungry." I said walking into Crusty's pizza with Rocky.

"I know right, I could eat a whole pizza pie right now." Rocky said.

We both look at each other, "extra cheesy four cheeses pizza!" we shouted at once.

"Hey CeCe." Deuce said hugging me. "Hey Rocky." He said kissing her on the cheek, when he knew Rocky wanted one on the lips and he called her Rocky, that's what scared me, because he hasn't called her that since before they started dating.

"Ah, Deucie, don't you realize that you just called me Rocky?" she asked.

"Yes I realize. Now what do you ladies want to eat?" he asked.

"1 large extra cheesy four cheeses pizza and 2 Pepsi's please." I said.

"Okay, I got it! See you in a bit." Deuce said walking away.

"Don't you think Deuce has been acting really strange?" Rocky asked.

"Why because he called you Rocky?" I replied.

She nods and bites her bottom lip.

"I guess you're right, he is acting little stranger. Now, that I think about it, he hasn't called you that since before you two started going out. That's 3 years where talking about here, hello!" I said sarcastically.

"I hope he's not mad at me for attending NYU in the fall, because I really love Deuce and I don't want to lose him over something that very important to my future." She explained.

"So tell him how you feel and get over it already." I explained.

"You think I should talk to him now, while I still have a chance?" Rocky asked.

"Of course I do Rocky; the last thing I ever want to see for you is unhappiness. You two are made for each other and you will spend the rest of your life with him." I said.

"You really mean that." She asked sobbing and wiping away her tears.

"Yea I do." I replied, taking her hand in mine.

"Here you go ladies, one large pizza and 2 sodas." Deuce said putting down everything on the table.

"Deucie do you think I could talk to you in private please?" Rocky asked.

"Yeah, sure, I got time on my hands." He said, as Rocky got up and follows him to the backroom.

I sat alone at the booth, about to dig into this delicious large cheesy pizza and nothing was going to stop me.

"Hey CeCe, where my sister?" Ty asked, sitting across from me in the booth.

"She talking to Deuce in the back." I replied taking a bit into my slice.

"Damn, I forgot how much you could eat." Ty said, with a chuckle.

"That's not funny Ty, I'm hungry." I said, wiping the tomato sauce off my lip with a napkin.

"So Deuce finally got the courage to break up with my sister huh?" Ty asked.

My eyes widen and my mouth opens wide, "what do you mean break up with your sister?"

"Oh you didn't hear? Deuce and I talk a week ago about him and Rocky. Then he told me about him breaking up with her for the better. So I told him go for it, if that's what he wants. He explained.

My mouth was still open and my eyes where still wide in shock. Now Rocky going to be mad at me because I told her otherwise.

Ty snaps his fingers in my face, "CeCe are you still there?"

"Oh my god! My friend is going to kill me." I said closing my eyes and shaking my head.

"Why? What did you tell my sister?" Ty asked getting serious and eyeballing me.

"I told her just a couple of minutes ago, that they were going to stay together forever and she has nothing to worry about." I explained.

"Oh! " Ty raise his eye brow at me. "Just a miner mistake, you have nothing to worry about CeCe." He said.

"He broke up with me!" Rocky shouted, crying hysterically.

"Wow, no! Deuce really did that?" I asked, trying to play it cool.

"He –Broke –Up –With –Me!" Rocky yells, sobbing and stuttering at the same time.

"I am so sorry to hear that Rocky, right Ty?" I said looking over at Ty.

He nods, "right CeCe, I'm sorry to hear about your break up also sis."

"This is the worst day of my life and you! You told me Deuce and I were going to stay together forever; this is the last time I'm ever listening to you again CeCe!" Rocky yelled, walking away.

"Oh come on Rocky, when have you taking anything I say serious?" I asked, trying to cheer her up.

"For now on, I'm not taking any more stupid advice from you, because you ruin everything!" Rocky shouted.

"Hey Rocky, don't you think that's a little harsh?" Ty asked.

"Shut up Ty! You're even worst. You knew he was going to break up with me and you didn't even testify for me, some type of brother you are. Now if you excuse me I would like to be alone and don't follow me!" Rocky yelled, leaving Crusty's pizza.

Everybody in Crusty's looked over at me and Ty. Deuce had his head down, because deep down inside, Deuce knew he was wrong and he didn't want to break up with Rocky. He just didn't want to get his heart broken because he thought Rocky was going to meet a new guy better than him and forget all about Deuce.

"What do you think we should do Ty?" I asked, looking over at him.

"There nothing we can do, just give her some space for now." Ty replied.

Gunther P.O.V. (A day before)

"Are you sure you're ready to meet my daughter now Gunther?" King Jonasson asked.

"Yes King Jonasson, I wouldn't love anything better then to meet your lovely daughter and take her hand in marriage." I replied.

"Good! Do your parents know about this trip your taking to meet my daughter in Chicago?" he asked.

"They are aware of that King Jonasson. They already made reservations at a cozy 4 star hotel for us to stay in and we will have your daughter back here in a week tops." Tinka explained.

"Wonderful Tinka, you are just like your mother yes?" he asked with a smile on his face.

"Yes your highness, I've been told that before." Tinka said, proudly of herself.

"Now, Gunther I expect a princess made out of my daughter before you get back up here yes?" he asked.

"Yes sir, you can count of me, to have your daughter back here in no time." I said a nervously. "There's just one thing sir, what if she refuse to marry me and come back here?" I asked.

"Then don't tell her." He replied.

"Don't tell her?" Tinka and I replied at the same time.

"Yes don't tell her. Here's what I want you to do. I want you to tell my daughter her father J.J. Jonasson sent you two there. Then tell her all about being a princess and family history. She will come, no worries.

"But what about you being sick, do we tell her that also?" I asked.

King Jonasson closes his eyes, "No, don't tell her anything about me being sick. Just worry about her getting down here and making her into a princess. I will tell her the rest myself, okay?"

"Okay!" Tinka and I replied.

"I almost forgot Gunther, give her this." He said pulling out a ring box.

"Is that an engagement ring?" I asked, taking it from his hand.

"No, it's the ring I gave her mother when we first started dating. I want you to give this to CeCe, so if her mother asks about it, she would remember. As for the engagement ring, I got it for you, but you have to get my daughter to Sweden first. "King Jonasson explained.

"I promise sir, I will not let you down." I said, putting the ring box in my pocket.

"Good, you two should get going, you got a flight to catch yes?" He said, with a smile on his face.

CeCe P.O.V.

I've been calling Rocky all evening and night but she hasn't picking up. So that next following morning, I stay in my house watching movie and eat junk food all morning. My mom is always at work, she is a police officer. Ty out of town for today, figures and Deuce is always working. So I really don't have anyone else and man this really sucks –"

Ding Dong!

Wow, my door bell is ringing. I wonder who it is at 12 pm in the afternoon. I get off the couch and walk over to the door. Then I look through the peep hole and see to blonds standing outside of my door. That's when I open it up and got a little surprise.

"I'm Gunther!" he yelled throwing out his arms

"And I'm Tinka!" she yelled throwing out her arms also.

"And we are the Hessenheffers!" They shouted at once.

My eyes widen and so I panic and closed the door straight in the faces.

"Well, that was very rude!" Tinka said.

"Yes it was, how dare she, shut the door right in our faces like that!" Gunther shouted.

"I never been so disrespected in my life, even the goats got more respect than this girl." Tinka said, ringing the doorbell.

Ding Dong! Knock, knock!

"Go away! I don't want anything you two are trying to sell me!" I yelled from inside my house.

"Okay, first off, we are not trying to sell you anything and second off, your father J.J. Jonasson sent us here." Tinka explained.

At that moment, I turn the knob and open the door. "You two know my father?"

"No, really, where do you think this is going?" Gunther asked rudely.

"Calm down, jeez, attitude alert!" I said pointing my thumb at Gunther.

"This is from the one who slam the doors in our faces just now." Gunther said frustrated.

"Look I'm sorry, but when two complete strangers come to my door, introducing their selves like something out of the circus, I get a little worried and scared." I explained nodding my head.

Gunther glare at me, "did you just call us clowns?" he asked, turning red in the face.

"If the shoe fits, then wear it, so yeah." I admitted.

"How dare you, you arrogant American girl!" Gunther shouted.

"Yeah, see, I don't know what that means. What your name again?" I asked.

"He's Gunther and I'm Tinka. You're Cecelia Jonasson yes?" Tinka asked.

"Yes I am Cecelia, but everybody calls me CeCe around here." I replied.

"Good, now that we got that all cleared up. May we come into your home?" she asked.

"Yeah sure, come in." I said, holding the door open for them.

They look around my living room in disgust. I don't know what their problem is or where they came from, but it better be good.

"What a shabby home you got here!" Tinka said, with a smug look on her face.

"Yeah I guess." I replied.

"What is all this disgusting filth?" Gunther asked, with a smug look on his face also.

"Excuse me? I happen to like my home the way it is and my mother wouldn't appreciate if you talk about her home like that." I said, trying to keep my cool.

"She right Gunther, this is her home and we should respect it." Tinka said.

"Whatever, there's no hope for this girl." Gunther whispers

"Thanks Tink." I said.

"My name is not Tink, its Tinka." She said correcting me.

"I know, but Tink is better." I said, with a smile on my face.

"Okay…now let's get to business. Cecelia do you know where your family comes from?" she asked.

"It's CeCe." I corrected her.

"I beg your pardon?" she asked confused.

"You said my name was Cecelia, when I told you nobody calls me by that name, its CeCe." I explained.

"You do know Cecelia is the name you were born with right? "she asked.

"Yes I think I know what my first name and last name is Tink." I replied.

"Don't call me that!" Tinka shouted.

"I told you, we have a loony on our hands." Gunther said rolling his eyes.

"Hey, I'm tired of you and your insults. I made not be the smarts person in the world, but I understand when somebody's trying to insult me." I explained.

"That's good that you know that, want a cookie now, little girl?" Gunther said, as a smart remark.

"You're about to get kick out!" I yelled.

"Will the both of you two just be quiet, so I can finish talking?!" Tinka yelled.

"He started it." I said pointing.

"On the contrary blockhead." He said shaking his head.

"Now CeCe, like I was saying before. Do you know anything about your father side of the family?" Tinka asked.

"Well I know I was born in Sweden, that's where my father is from and I know what he looks like, that's about it, I don't know anything else sorry." I explained.

"No its ok, you don't have to be sorry, because we know your father." She said.

"You two know my father, where is he then?" I asked, getting excited.

"In Sweden running the County, that's where we are from." She explained.

"What do you mean by running the country?" I asked confused.

"She means, your father J.J. Jonasson is the king of Sweden." Gunther blurt out.

"Are you milking my cow right now?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at Gunther.

"No he not milking your cow, he is really the king of Sweden and you are the princess of Sweden." Tinka admitted.

"Oh, okay! I think I need to go lay down." I said, passing out on the floor.

"Well! I say that was harder than I thought. Am I right brother twin of mine?" Tinka asked looking over at Gunther.

"To right you are sister twin." Gunther replied, chuckling.

A/N: That's a rap for now, but I will be back with another chapter next week. Please reviews and tell me what you guys think and I will be back soon. Peace!