Disclaimer:I do not own Hetalia, nor do I own The Mummy. Beta work by The Singing Maiden and Jazz E. Roisin.


The sun was setting on the beautiful city of Thebes in Ancient Egypt. The golden sun caused the stones making up the palace of Pharaoh Seti I to glow with an almost mystical light. A beautiful woman walked down the hallways of the palace, her pale skin a sharp contrast to her dark hair and eyes. The hem of her Chinese dress brushed lightly against the floor as she confidently walked towards her room guarded by heavy wooden doors. They were opened before her, pushed by a duo of men, a blond man, who was squinting slightly, and a tall lanky brunette with shoulder length hair.

Both men bowed to the woman as she walked passed them. Inside the room were two figures; a short teenager who was trembling as another man patted him firmly on the head. The man looked up and met the gaze of the Chinese woman. He was easily the tallest and the most well built in the room the thin robes he wore did nothing to hide the firm muscles along his chest and arms. He smiled, before aiming a look at the three men in the room. All of them immediately bowed and exited the chamber, leaving the man and woman alone.

The woman walked up to him, staring into him with her gentle gaze. "Ivan," she said, moving closer and trailing her hands right in front of his face as greeting.

Ivan smiled wider and returned the gesture, before moving to kiss the woman. "Chun-Yan," he said warmly, his hands framing her face, one thumb rubbing the side of her face with long strokes. He loved it when she called him by that name, not the name the Pharaoh gave him as his highest priest and adviser, Imhotep. Chun-Yan accepts him completely as what he was, regardless of status, and that made him so warm and happy.

Chun-Yan smiled at her lover, leaning into his touch. A sudden shout from the door startled the pair, breaking them apart. Chun-Yan ran across the room, exiting behind a sheer white curtain that led to the balcony with Ivan following behind. She made a shooing gesture at her lover, urging him to hide, before calming down and arranging herself next to a bronze cat statue, as if admiring it.

Before the three men outside the room, stood Pharaoh Seti I, his strong features were set into a frown. He recognized the three men were his trusted highest priest and adviser's underlings. He ordered them to open the doors, glowering when they hesitated to obey his commands. Once they were opened, he walked into the room, the lamps light catching on the golden jewellery adorning his neck and arms and the golden helm he wore. After they had closed the doors, Ivan's servants looked on in fear as the Pharaoh strode to the curtain, throwing it aside roughly, only to be greeted by the sight of Chun-Yan bent slightly over the cat statue, looking at it adoringly. The Pharaoh's face softened slightly as Chun-Yan stood up in surprise. He walked over to her, calmer now, but he soon stiffened in anger.

"Who touched you?" He demanded, looking at the smudged kohl around one of Chun-Yan's eyes. Surprised, she averted her eyes from him, but quickly glanced behind him in surprise. The Pharaoh turned around to see Ivan standing behind him, smiling eerily.

"Imhotep?" the Pharaoh questioned, his face turning red in apoplectic anger. "What is the meanin-" Seti cut himself off with a pained gasp.

Chun-Yan had thrust a dagger into his back. Both the Pharaoh and Ivan looked at her in surprise and horror. She stood trembling in front of them, watching her husband fall to the ground from the lethal wound, eyes widened in fear. Ivan looked at her before reaching to gather her in his arms. He held onto her tightly, murmuring assurances into her ear and gently kissing her face to try to calm her down. The doors rattled again, this time due to the arrival of the Medjai, the Pharaohs elite warriors, trying to gain entrance into the room. During this time, Ivan's underlings had reached their master and were pulling the couple towards the secret staircase in the shadows of an alcove. Ivan tried to drag Chun-Yan with him but she moved his arms aside.

"Go!" she hissed. "I have killed him and must face the consequences. You need to leave now!" Chun-Yan looked at her love one last time before whispering, "Resurrect me when this is done; then we can be together without the world stopping us."

She looked resolutely away from Ivan as his servants pulled him towards the hidden staircase. Ivan struggled against his servants, but there were too many and he was dragged away.

Just then the Medjai stormed past the curtain, swords drawn they were shocked at the body of their Pharaoh before the his mistress.

Chun-Yan looked at them defiantly and lifted her dagger. She tightened her trembling fingers around the hilt before stating to the Medjai, "My body shall no longer serve as his temple!" and driving the dagger through her heart.

Hidden in the shadows, Ivan looked on in grief as his lover fell to the floor, her black hair spilling around her body and mixing with the blood spreading around her. The men who held his arms tugged once more, and Ivan turned to leave before the Medjai discovered them, a silent promise to get his lover back burning in his violet eyes.


Ivan stormed over to the shelves in his private library, his silent rage manifesting itself into a cold aura that was typical of the Russian winters from where he was born. Behind him his priests were huddled together, trembling in fear. Ivan pulled a scroll from the shelves and unfurled it with a snap. He scanned the its contents quickly, before letting a grin grace his face; he found the ritual. However, when he realized that bringing Chun-Yan back to life would be more difficult than he planned, the grin quickly turned into an annoyed frown.

"Imhotep!" a voice called out.

Ivan's priests jumped in surprise as a man made his way through the doors they were standing in front of, a slim female brunette following behind.

Ivan frowned, not bothering to turn to them. "Do not call me by that name, Naeem".

The man called Naeem frowned. "You should honor the name given to you by the Pharaoh, Ivan".

"The same Pharaoh who is dead at the moment, Naeem? No, I shall go by my birth name," Ivan paused. "Aren't you going to ask me about that? Or about how they say that Chun-Yan killed him?"

"Did she kill him?" the slim brunette interrupted, golden brown eyes rimmed in red.

Ivan turned to face the pair fully, before smiling gently.

"Little Princess Nefertiti, how nice of you to join us," Ivan said, bowing slightly. Despite her Father, Ivan had a soft spot for the eldest Egyptian princess. Looking closely at her, his intuition flashed and his smile darkened a little before asking, "You wouldn't happen to know what brought the Medjai up into Chun-Yan's room, would you?" if anything, Ivan's smile grew darker as the princess guiltily looked away. "I see."

"It wasn't like that!" Nefertiti burst out. "I just saw someone got stabbed and thought it was Chun-Yan!" Tears welled up in her eyes again, before she hastily wiped them away.

Naeem wrapped an arm around the girl, pulling her close before giving Ivan a warning glare. Ivan glared back, but backed down.

"What are you going to do now?" Naeem questioned, his gaze locked onto the scroll in Ivan's hand.

"I am going to bring her back," Ivan answered simply.

"That is against our ways."

"So be it."

Naeem turned away, silent for a second. "Go now," he sighed, "the Medjai will be looking for you to perform the sacred rites for the Pharaoh."

Ivan looked hard at his fellow priest, and nodded. He turned to his underlings and ordered them to prepare for the journey.

"Ivan, wait!"

Ivan looked back at the princess impatiently. Nefertiti broke away from Naeem's embrace and walked over to the imposing ash blond male. She reached into the side of her satchel and pulled out a hexagonal box.

"Take it," she said as she placed it into his hand. "It will help you."

Ivan looked at the princess in shock, recognizing the item she was giving him as a sacred key to unlock holy, yet sacrilegious items. Princess Nefertiti held his gaze.

"Tell her I am sorry. So, so sorry," she whispered, haunting gold eyes staring deep into Ivan's being.

Ivan just stood there, staring back before gathering himself and nodded solemnly. With a final bow to the couple, he turned away, replacing the scroll in its resting place. With the key now in his hand, he could now open the Book of the Dead and not need the lengthier and more dangerous method to resurrect his beloved.

Naeem and Nefertiti quietly left Ivan's apartments, hurrying back to the main palace quarters to intercept the Medjai. The two did not want their friend to be found before he could escape.

"Are you sure about giving him the key?" Naeem asked softly.

The Princess nodded. "It is the quickest way to bring her back. Security at Hamunaptra will be lower around Ivan since they expect him to perform the rites for my Father. It should give both him and Chun-Yan time to escape."

Naeem observed the Princess. "The two of you grew up together, did you not?" He asked casually.

"Yes," she whispered. "She was like the mother and sister I never had. I was so grateful to Father for saving her and bringing her home all those years ago."

"About your Father..."

Nefertiti glared at Naeem. "Even though I am helping my sister, I love my Father very much, Naeem".

Naeem hummed in agreement, smiling before reaching out and take her hand.

"You think too much, my dear. I am not judging you; after all, I am helping Ivan too, am I not?" Naeem asked gently, dark eyes looking down at hers gently.

Nefertiti blushed, before tightening her grip on his hand. "Come, we must go see to Father's burial," she stated strongly, flushing further as the soft sounds of Naeem's amused laughter reached her ear. Once they were outside, Nefertiti looked up at the bright, heavenly moon. 'Sister, I hope you find happiness'.

Unfortunately, things did not go as smoothly as they had hoped. Ivan was caught just before he could finish the ritual. Chun-Yan's soul returned to the dark underground pool Ivan summoned it from. The Medjai secretly brought him back to Thebes, where he was judged guilty and sentenced to the Hom-Dai, the severest and most feared punishment in Egypt. His priests were sentenced to being mummified alive.

Ivan shook with fear as he was held down onto his knees, the screams of pain from his loyal priests filled his ears. As the one of the Medjai came towards him with a hot knife in hand, he tried to escape, however the Medjai's hold was unwavering and Ivan heard something inside him break. He looked on as they pried open his jaw and held out his tongue with a tong, the very tip of it visible in his sight. He looked away from the grisly scene, only to see one of his priests being shoved into a sarcophagus, fully mummified alive. He felt regret in his heart for the loyal men that served him and didn't even feel the sharp burn of the metal cutting through his fleshy, wet tongue.

Before he knew it next thing he knew was that he was looking at his own agonizingly in pain face. He saw himself wither under the excruciating pain as if he was looking through the eyes of another. Soon he saw his body was being wrapped up in bandages by the Medjai. He walked over and looked into his own eyes. It was a curious yet confusing thing, he could see the madness in the gaze of his living counterpart, though he did not feel the same. Ivan stood by silently as his body was wrapped and placed in its sarcophagus, and watched as a pot full of scarabs was tipped into it. The scarabs scuttled over his body, ominously chattering as they tried to find a way to burrow into his flesh. He stayed until they closed the lid of the sarcophagus and locked it with the same key Princess Nefertiti gave him, completing the ritual. Suddenly, Ivan felt a slim hand on his shoulder. He turned back to see Chun-Yan smiling softly at him. She was wearing a white dress, looking happily at Ivan. Ivan smiled back and took her hand. Though part of his soul remained trapped by the ritual in the sarcophagus, the rest was free to go. The two of them disappeared into the underworld in peace, never taking their eyes off of each other.

The Medjai buried Imhotep and his priests at Hamunaptra, and have kept watch over it for centuries, making sure he would never be discovered. For if he should be disturbed, he would awaken as an unstoppable flesh eater, with the power of a god, and the glory of invincibility.


A/N: Hello, new writer here! I'm writing this for Campnanowrimo, so it should be mostly done by September. I will be updating weekly starting August 31st, so let me know if you guys like this or not. R & R please!

~Kosaji