Hello all! I had originally written this story back in 2006 and decided to revamp it as a Hetalia story. Hopefully all goes well with it. I may possibly need a Beta if anyone is interested.

Pairings: Main: USFem!UK, GermanyFem!Italy, Past- FranceFem!Canada, PruHun

Side Pairings: Onsided FranceHun, AusHun

Rating: T (to be safe)

Warnings: AU, Nyotalia

Summary: Alice Kirkland and her fiancé, Alfred f. Jones, moved from their small apartment in New York City to an old house by the sea. It's everything that both of them want, but also everything that they don't. The house's past is riddle with a darkness that was kept secret for years. That is, until now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers, which is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya. I own just the plot.

CHAPTER 1

The house by the sea was run-down, but able to be lived in. The closest neighbor was around a mile or so away. It was peaceful, serene. To Alice Kirkland, this was the perfect house for her and her fiancé Alfred F. Jones. She knew that Alfred loved to fix things up and this house would be the perfect project for him to do. She had always wanted a garden, both vegetable and flower, because she loved seeing the little fairies that came around. They both loved the ocean and to see the ocean, to hear it, every morning would be heavenly. She knew it the moment she saw it in the realty book; this house was going to be theirs forever.

Driving up the long driveway, Alfred got a glimpse of the house for the first time. He stared at the house by the sea in disbelief. Alice had told him that it would need some work, but he didn't think that it would be this much. The used-to-be blue shutters around the windows were falling off their hinges; the paint on the sides of the house was chipped to the point where he couldn't even tell what color it was originally. The wooden railings around the porch were broken and discolored and most of the posts were missing. The steps looked like they would break at any moment. Alfred inwardly sighed; he was going to need to get a lot of wood, paint and stain for this to get done. His blue eyes scanned the condition of the landscaping. The bushes were overgrown; as well as the grass, and there was a couple of dead trees that needed to be cut down. He would get the work done; nothing was too much for the hero. The real estate agent and good friend of his, Kiku Honda, did say the outside was quite a mess. Though, he did say that the house inside was move-in ready, complete with furniture, dishes, and appliances. He had said that the family who had previously owned the house made renovations in the kitchen, bathrooms, and a few of the bedrooms. Alfred's attention was taken away from the condition of the house when he heard his fiancée give a sleepy groan.

"Alfred, you git! You know I wanted to see the house as we drove up the driveway! We're pulling up to the porch now! Why didn't you wake me up as soon as we got to the driveway?" Alice asked with a pout present on her face.

Alfred just chuckled.

"Babe, you were tired from the last minute packing you did last night. I just thought it would be best if I'd let you sleep."

"But you still could have woken me up," Alice replied as their black SUV was put into park.

Alfred turned to his fiancée and gave her a quick kiss before hopping out of the Explorer's driver's side door. Alice rolled her green eyes as she exited the SUV and headed to the trunk to start unloading. Alfred, meanwhile, had taken it upon himself to examine the porch and the outside of the house more closely. He was going to need to get a few of his friends to come and help. His mind began to wonder about which friends of his would be perfect for this job. He knew that Ludwig and Antonio, two of his friends from work, would be up for it. Ludwig would definitely bring his girlfriend and her brother, Feliciana and Lovino. Maybe those two could help Alice get the inside of the house taken care of. Alfred snapped out of his thoughts when someone shouted his name. It was a feminine voice; it sounded very frantic, very afraid.

"Alice!" he exclaimed as he whipped his head around to find his precious fiancée. His heroic tendencies kicked in as he got himself ready to defend Alice.

"What is it love? What's wrong?" Alice asked, coming from the rear of their black SUV holding a box labeled "Living Room".

He looked at her; his brow wrinkled in confusion.

"I thought I heard you scream…" he replied.

Alice looked at him worriedly for a minute, her anger from earlier disappears. She then gave a small smile and a little laugh.

"You must be tired from the long drive from the city."

'Yea, I must be,' Alfred thought, giving his head a nod.

"We can take these boxes in, and while I'm putting things away, you can take a nap," Alice told her fiancé with a smile on her face.

That smile was what made Alfred fall in love with her in the first place. It was what drew him to her when he saw her at Kiku's Christmas party a few years back. They may fight with each other, but her smile could erase his anger towards her.

"Yeah, a nap does sound nice," Alfred agreed, stifling a yawn.

"Well then let's start getting these boxes in! The faster we get them in, the sooner you can nap," Alice exclaimed, eagerly picking up a box, labeled dishes, almost falling over in the process.

Alfred couldn't help but laugh. He had to admit that her eagerness was contagious. When she first told him that she had found an old house that was perfect for them, he was skeptical. They lived in a perfectly fine apartment in the heart of New York City where it was close to both of their jobs. So why move to an old house by the sea? Alice's reply was that the house called to her. He thought she was crazy until he saw the house himself; it called to him; it wanted them to live there.

"Hey babe, why don't I carry that in and you can grab a lighter box?" Alfred chuckled, while taking the box out of Alice's grasp.

"Ah! Thank you, love!"

Alfred walked up the steps of the porch, noticing the creaking, and opened the door. He had never been inside the house, so he had imagined it to be grimy and musty. It was surprisingly clean. The wooden floors looked brand new and the stair rail was dusted. Practically all the furniture in the house was clean and dusted. He walked through the house until he reached the kitchen. All the appliances looked new, but the kitchen looked like it hadn't been finished. Why did the previous owners just up and leave and even halting the remodeling of the kitchen? Maybe he should make a call to Kiku on Monday and see if he knew anything. He placed the box down on the table and gave a small sigh. With one last look around the kitchen, Alfred turned and walked out of the room into the living room. He suddenly felt like he had stepped into the Victorian Era.

The furniture was very ornate, very Victorian. The wood was a dark, almost black, cherry and for being untouched for several years, it was clean and glossy. Kiku must have been there before them to clean the place up a bit.

"Look at this! I can't see why no one would buy this place; it's bloody gorgeous!" Alice exclaimed as she entered the house.

"Yes it is, but the living room reminds me of a Victorian Funeral Parlor," Alfred said with a shudder as he walked around the living room.

"Oh love, stop being so negative. It's lovely, with no sense of a funeral parlor," Alice replied as she headed up the staircase. "Now come one. Let's explore this house! I want to see every room!"

With that, a foreboding feeling crept up Alfred's spine. He panicked and looked out the corner of his eyes. He pushed the scared feeling down; heroes don't get scared.

"What about the boxes?"

"They can wait."

"So can exploring…"

"Why do you want to get the boxes so badly?"

He felt light as a cold force hit. Something else was there. Alfred's panic was growing by the minute. There was something definitely off about this place and he really hoped that it wasn't what he thought it was.

"It is going to start raining. There is a storm coming from the west, and we should get our possessions inside," he replied in a voice not quite his own.

Alice looked outside; black storm clouds were indeed coming from the west.

"I guess you're right. Let's get our stuff inside first," she said gloomily, as she walked out to the car.

Alfred stood there, frozen to the spot. That wasn't his voice; something was wrong in this house, he could feel it now. Was someone playing a trick on him? Was Tony hiding in another room doing some sort of alien ventriloquism joke on him? He turned to look at the glass bookshelf door; he saw his reflection and another man's face. He almost fainted. A sharp wind blew through carrying a soft whisper of a male voice.

"We're watching you."

AN: Alrighty! First chapter is done! Some things may change and I may redo the story. I'm very critical of my writing. Let me know what you guys think of how everything is so far. I have a couple different directions I may take on this story depending on how you reviewers feel about this first chapter. So if you could review and give me your input, that would be awesome!

Toodles! ~Tika