Summary- When the newly developed Telepod malfunctions, Alfred must travel through time to save the princess, save the world, and hopefully defeat an evil overlord or two along the way. When the fate of millions rests on the shoulders of one boy, can time be changed, or will history be forced to repeat itself? CT-crossover, AU.

I'VE FINALLY DONE IT. At long last, combining my two loves, Hetalia and Chrono Trigger, I give you all CHRONOHETA! For the record, this will be quite different from the game, if any have played it. Lovas does not exist, and there are a lot more twists. I didn't label this as a crossover because almost no one reads those. -.- Anyway, let's just pretend this is like Hetaoni, Hetaquest, and Romaheta, okay?

ChronoHeta

Chapter 1-

"This is the last time I'm going to tell you, Alfred! Get out of bed or you'll miss the beginning of Michael's show!"

The nineteen-year-old stirred at his mother's mistake. His friend was Matthew, not Michael. Alfred didn't blame her, though. After all, they had only been friends since they were, like, in diapers. Letting out a massive yawn, he reached out for his glasses, so he could properly greet the angry light pouring in from his bedroom window. Alfred didn't have to check his clock to see that it was already noon. The noise from town was already at its midday clamor.

He slipped on his jacket and flashed himself a huge, pearly smile in the mirror hanging on the wall. After his late night adventures scouring town for his pet rabbit, who had a talent for running off, he had snuck back inside his house and fell asleep without changing out of his clothes. Since it didn't look too shabby, he went with it. Alfred only hoped his mother wouldn't guess he had run all the way to pier.

"Finally," Virginia Jones smiled when her son stumbled downstairs, nearly running into the wall. She ruffled his hair and handed him an apple and a wad of cash. "There's breakfast and allowance. I've already fed that rabbit of yours, so off you go!"

Before any of this could even register in his sleep-ridden mind, he found himself outside with the door slammed shut behind him. Alfred couldn't be sure, but he sometimes suspected his mother kicked him out on purpose. She was always going off about how he should move out, get a job, do something productive for the rest of society. Whatever. He was still a kid! And he did help out, too! Alfred was the hero of his town. Whenever one of Francis's inventions went haywire because he wouldn't let Matthew tweak it, Alfred was the first to come and help put the fire out.

Even more than that, he was the only one in town who would actually test Francis and Matthew's inventions. Funnily enough, he was also the only person who would try the food Arthur Kirkland, the traveling magician who came to the fair each year, made. It was weird, but everyone avoided the poor guy like the plague when he came to visit. Arthur wasn't too bad of a person. A bit annoying and a total fake, but Alfred enjoyed his company sometimes.

Arthur was the only person who bothered to listen to his stories. Ever since Alfred was a little kid, he had big dreams of making it into the sky one day. Not with one of Matthew's silly flying contraptions, of course. None of them could handle something bigger and heavier than a teddy bear. But the sky had always fascinated Alfred. Arthur told him stories of a place in the sky, floating above the clouds. He claimed magical people lived there and kept it floating.

Alfred knew he was crazy, but it was fun to think about such a place. Magic didn't exist, of course. He knew it was probably impossible to fly in the sky anyway.

The apple his mother had given him was eaten in record time, core thrown into the sea lapping beside him. Guardia was a small country with only three major cities worth mentioning. Truce, where Alfred was from, sat closest to the castle in the very north. Past Zenan Bridge sat Porre at the south end of the huge island. A little ways across the sea was another island, called Medina, inhabited by mystics. While Alfred didn't believe in something like magic, he was well aware monsters did exist, and lived a lifestyle almost similar to humans.

Which was freaky. Alfred had never seen one of these mystics, and didn't really want to see one either. Only one man bothered to live in Medina, a swordsmith named Antonio. Like Arthur, he only showed his face at the annual fair.

The fair had began four hundred years ago when Guardia won an epic war against some crazy mystics and their terrifying and strangely human leader, Magus. Alfred didn't particularly care for the details. History was nice and all, but the fair was a bit more important nowadays than a victory by a mysterious hero. This hero was a knight, legend said, that wielded a legendary sword and stormed Magus's Keep. Single-handedly, he defeated the Fiendlord and brought peace to Guardia!

But the fair was still cooler.

Kids ran screaming past him, chasing each other and trying to keep up with the costumed race runners. Colorful balloons were tied to every available surface, and smiles ran amuck on every face. Alfred beamed at the colorfully striped tents sat up around the town square. His friend Tony, son of the local merchant, was set up somewhere near the square. Other vendors from all over the country were set up, showing off fancy Porrean jewelry and awesome swords, courtesy of Antonio.

However, Alfred was running late. He skirted around everyone, rushing past Antonio and his random assistant. "Hey, 'Tonio!" Alfred hollered as he zoomed past.

"Hola, Alfred! Matthew was looking for you!"

"I know! See ya, 'Tonio!"

In the very center of the square sat Leene's Bell, crafted four hundred year's ago. It was erected before the very first fair came to be and had shone proudly every following year. There was a sappy legend about the bell, too. Alfred wryly grinned as it randomly rang- the sign that something special was about to begin. His mom liked to talk about it too. Several years ago, she ran into Alfred's father under the bell. Love at first sight, blah blah, happy ending! Well, until his father died at sea when he was seven, but Alfred didn't particularly like to think about that.

Alfred was still staring up at the bell when someone suddenly entered his path. Gracefully, he ran into the person, knocking them both to the ground. The stupid bell continued to ring. "Sorry!" Alfred burst, jumping up. "I'm sorry, dude, I didn't see you and… and…."

Maybe the bell wasn't so stupid after all.

A beautiful blonde girl sat up, glaring at him with magnificent navy eyes. She wore a maid's uniform with the Guardian shield emblem on the sleeve, which meant she was from the castle. From the castle! This girl, who also had a cute navy bow in her hair, probably knew all kinds of knights. She might have even known the princess!

Princess Natalya was the most beautiful girl in all of Guardia- or so he had heard. Alfred actually hadn't seen her before. King Guardia never let her out of the castle. Before the queen died, all of the royal family had visited Truce. They used to show up at the last day of the fair, too, as part of the Moonlight Parade. But Queen Aliza's death changed everything, it seemed. The king became a recluse, pulling his daughter in obscurity. No one had seen her for fourteen years.

Alfred helped her to her feet, still agape. This girl was gorgeous. She dusted off her skirt and addressed Alfred for the first time. Alfred grinned. "Hi! I'm Alfred!"

She punched him. Alfred stumbled back, holding his nose. "Geez!" he burst, suddenly seeing three identical girls. Alfred blinked, and there was one again. "What the heck was that for?"

The girl snarled and grabbed the front of his shirt. "What did you do with my pendant?" she growled, yanking him forward.

"P-pendant?" he stuttered. "What are you-"

"You took it!" she accused, glare melding into something murderous.

Alfred went into action, snatching up her hands. The girl uttered a cry of surprise. As she struggled, Alfred looked over her shoulder for any pendant. At the base of the bell's arch, a tiny prismatic stone glimmered in the sun. "Hey, is it that thing?"

The girl whipped her head around. "Let go of me now!"

"So, that's it?" Alfred asked, releasing her wrists. The girl dropped down and gathered it up, a smile finally popping up on her face. Alfred curiously poked his head over her shoulder. "It's really pretty," he commented. "Is it a family heirloom or something?"

"Yes," she answered, clasping it back around her neck. "It is very important. Thank you for finding it. Goodbye."

Alfred blinked in shock as she just stood and started walking off, offering no more explanation. He didn't even know her name, and she had practically attacked him! "Hey! Wait a minute! I don't know your name!"

"Why would you need to know my name?"

He came to a stop. She had practically stuttered out the question. However, when the girl turned around, there was anything but fear on her cold face. She gave a quick curtsey. "Pardon my rudeness. I simply haven't the time to chat. If you must know, my name is… Bela. I believe you said you were Alfred? I'm glad to have made your acquaintance. Goodbye."

"Aw, Bela, you can't be in a hurry today! You're at the fair! What about having fun?"

Bela paused, eyes flickering to the two guards standing at watch at the north end of the square. Alfred followed her gaze and frowned. "If you don't want to be caught, you could've said so. I can show you how to go around all of them, if you want. Besides, they'll have to move eventually. My buddy's show is starting any minute now."

Before she could argue, Alfred grabbed her hand and took off. "I'll take you to everything fun! We'll start with Arthur's magic show!"

((((()))))

"Welcome one and all to Arthur Kirkland's tent of horrors! The spine tingling show is about to begin!"

The masked, cloaked figure drooped when Alfred walked inside. "Never mind. It's just you again."

Arthur Kirkland took off the mask, revealing his messy mop of hair and monstrously huge eyebrows. Bela's mouth dropped open. "Those can't be real," she murmured.

"They are," Alfred whispered. He put on a massive grin and addressed Arthur. "Howdy! I'm actually here to see your stupid show today!"

Arthur flared up. The shadows around the tent started to quiver. Bela apprehensively moved a little closer to Alfred, who was completely unfazed. In fact, it was almost as if he didn't see the moving shadows! "Stupid? Stupid? I come all the way from Choras to put on this show! Do you know how long it takes to get here from Choras, which is well past Medina? Quite a while! And I always have to catch a ride with that annoying Antonio fellow who never stops talking about tomatoes!"

Alfred rolled his eyes. The shadows were practically dancing over the walls. However, as soon as Arthur sighed, they settled back into their normal places, only moving to the flickering torchlight. Bela flinched when Arthur bowed before her. Anxiety made her stomach do flips. However, Choras really was far away. Surely this man couldn't know who she was. If Alfred, who actually lived in Truce, didn't recognize her, Arthur couldn't possibly-

She froze as his smile crumbled. Bela's hand went to her side, where a kitchen knife was concealed under her skirts. If anyone dared try and turn her in to the guards, she would gut them and run. She couldn't stand one more day at that awful place! Arthur took her hands, awe written on his face. "You can't possibly be…." He quickly shook his head, taking a step back. "M-my apologies. You look like… someone I used to know very well. A little girl from my home. I once was her teacher many years ago."

"When you used to live in that floaty place?" Alfred joked. He lightly elbowed Bela. "Artie's full of stories about the place."

"Stories… yes. Just stories. Because anything else would impossible in this day and age," Arthur muttered, more to himself than to Bela and Alfred.

Bela slightly frowned, blurry memories popping into her head. When she was young, Bela used to dream of the sky. She would sit on the grass beside her mother and talk of the strange dreams she would have nearly every night- Bela was a little princess, always holding to the hand of her fictitious brother and following close behind her "big sister". Her father was the king, and many different people were on her father's court. Two young brothers with odd curls, a woman with the strength of ten men, a fearless and valiant warrior who Bela found to be incredibly annoying.

She snapped out of her reverie when Alfred shook her shoulder. "You're not looking too good," he observed. "We can come back later, after Mattie's show?"

"Y-yeah," she agreed, faintly nodding. "Pleasure to meet you, Arthur. I apologize for being unable to see your show."

Arthur waved after them, a thousand thoughts flying through his head at once. If that girl had that pendant….

Things in Truce weren't going to remain peaceful much longer.

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"Hey, Antonio's still here! You gotta meet him. He lives in Medina."

Bela felt her shoulder pop out of socket when Alfred yanked her forward. When they came to a halt, Bela found herself before a beaming tanned man who reeked of tomato. A very bored young lady sat off to the shade, flipping through a book. "Matthew's not going to be happy you blew him off for a girl," Antonio began, smirking to Alfred.

However, Alfred wasn't a bit of attention to him. He was practically melting over the swords on display. Antonio grinned and picked up one with a crimson blade. "This is made from refined Denadorite. It used to be a pretty famous mineral four hundred years ago. I've heard from some of the mystics that one of Magus's generals wielded a sword made out of this stuff."

"Whoa," Alfred awed, reverently poking at it. "The one with the sword was… Slash, right?"

Antonio nodded, his smile getting even wider if possible. "Yeah! Magus had three generals: Slash, Flea, and Ozzie. Slash didn't have magic, so a lot of people suspect he was human too. Flea was a talented magician. Ozzie did a lot of plotting, so a bunch of mystics revere him almost as much as Magus."

"But the awesome hero defeated all of them," Alfred said, gesturing widely. "With his legendary sword, he kicked their butts and saved the day."

Bela couldn't help but sigh. Everyone knew this story! Why was Antonio so enthusiastic about it? Bela, and everyone else in Guardia, had learned the legend in kindergarten. She personally thought the legend was overrated. The hero probably didn't even exist- he was likely made up to add some flair to a war that no one cares about.

"One of these days when I'm a rich and famous hero," Alfred started, "I'm going to buy one of your swords."

Antonio nodded. "Then I'll have to make a special one for you. By the way, Miss Alfred's Friend, could you tell me what stone your necklace is made out of?"

Bela flinched yet again, hand flying up to grab the stone. "That's none of your business," she hissed. Bela grabbed Alfred's wrist and pulled him away. This one, at least, hadn't almost recognized her. But to inquire about her necklace? Bela had to constrain herself from decapitating him. No one messed with her pendant.

"Adios, Princesa!" Antonio shouted after them. "Keep an eye on her, Alfred! She's important!"

Bela's heart stopped. Alfred waved back and took charge yet again, completely oblivious to Bela's hyperventilating. Instead, he took off his coat and dropped it over her shoulders. When she looked up at him, she found that concerned look back on his face. "I don't know if you're getting sick or what," Alfred said, pulling his jacket tighter around her, "but I can't have you feeling down today. Besides, you haven't even seen the best part of the fair yet! Matthew and his dad think they've built a thing that can teleport people. I'm supposed to test it out!"

She hesitated for a moment, reaching out to clench the sides of the jacket. It was nice and warm. "Um, Alfred… I think you should know that my name isn't Bela, but-"

"CANDY!"

Bela stood, mouth open, staring as Alfred ran over to a costumed man pushing a cart of lollipops around. His booming voice requested a strawberry flavored one. Bela groaned, shutting her mouth. Maybe she shouldn't tell him who she was. Alfred was stupider than that Antonio person, so enthralled about myths.

Alfred popped up at her side once more, licking a lollipop the size of his face. "Sorry, what were you going to say, Bela?"

She shook her head, handing the coat back to him. "I'm not cold."

((((()))))

"Step right up, you marvelously beautiful crowd, and test the first teleportation device ever created! A true beauty (like you, in the back), crafted by yours truly and my wonderful (and single!) son, Matthew!"

Francis Bonnefoy withdrew a rose from his pale blue suit jacket and humbly bowed to one of the ladies in the front row. Matthew Williams, Francis's adopted son, grabbed the back of his jacket and pulled him back to the invention. A bashful grin on his face, Matthew waved to the crowd. "Actually, since you all paid to see the show and not be in it, we won't require you to step up. My assistant is unfortunately running a little late today."

"In the meantime," Francis started again, flipping his carefully styled hair over his shoulder, "you may marvel at me. I mean the invention."

"Papa!" Matthew furiously whispered, yanking Francis's chin to him. The younger blonde led him over to the controls, smacking his hand when Francis waved to one of the girls. "I need you to find Alfred for me. If we don't give them a show soon, they're going to demand a refund. With all the money we put into this thing, we can't afford that!"

Francis sighed. "Virginia promised to have him up and off to the fair by twelve. We have no idea where he could be! Alfred could be all the way in Porre by now!"

A laugh cut through Matthew's sentence. Both whipped around to see Alfred Jones proudly beaming at the entrance of the clearing, a beautiful girl at his side. "I'd be late too if I picked up a lovely thing like her," Francis snickered, prancing out to announce their assistant had finally arrived.

Matthew swallowed the urge to tackle and strangle Alfred as he approached. Instead, he rubbed his temples and led him over to the first part of the Telepod. The Telepod, whose name Matthew found to be incredibly corny, was a machine separated into two separate round platforms. On the first, a person would step up and wait to be scattered into particles and sent to the second platform. Matthew had tested the machine countless times at home, sending his prized teddy bear across the living room (which was better known as The Area Francis And Matthew Often Caught On Fire). He had secretly borrowed Alfred's rabbit to teleport. Since it was fine, Matthew declared it a success, and announced they were bringing it to the fair.

Alfred waved at Bela as Matthew droned on and on about how he was to remain absolutely still, unless he wanted to reappear without an arm or something. Fully aware he wasn't paying attention, Matthew added, "Francis made out with your mother yesterday, and I ate your rabbit for breakfast this morning."

"My mother hates Francis and I saw Bunny before I left!" Alfred snapped, turning his goo-goo eyed stare at Bela into a scowl at Matthew.

Matthew smiled and patted his head. "Now that I've got little Alfred's attention, I'll start up the machine. Try not to move?"

Alfred nodded. Francis flamboyantly gestured back to the machine. "Watch as this stunning young man transcends all we've ever known about science! Watch as he is teleported across the courtyard!"

At Alfred's only slightly shaky nod, Matthew pulled the lever. The Telepod buzzed to life, lighting up the blue platforms. Alfred sent a pleading look to Matthew, but his friend merely shrugged. No backing out now.

Bela, along with everyone else in the harassed crowd, gasped as Alfred blinked off of the first platform. A few heartbeats later, he reappeared on the second. Matthew excitedly turned the machine off and ran over to meet him. Alfred ignored the offered hand to help him off the platform in favor of puking behind the machine. The crowd let a chorus of "Eww!"

"But it did work!" Francis burst. "Something of ours finally worked! Who will be next to try the amazing Telepod?"

Many hands excitedly popped up, but Francis's eyes went straight to Bela. Her heart sank as Francis pointed to her. "How about the vision of enchantment in the navy dress? Now, don't be shy, my dear, step right up!" Much like with Alfred, Francis grabbed her hand and led her to the machine. Bela cast a look to Alfred, but he was still preoccupied with being sick. Matthew patted his back and rushed back to the controls.

Francis gave her a quick peck on the cheek and took her hands. "Now, Natalya, you don't remember me, I'm sure. However, after this, you'll likely want to kill me. Know that I'm doing this for your benefit, since I am one of your loyal subjects."

The machine whirred to life and Francis ducked away and out of her reach. "Stop this thing!" Bela screeched. However, even as Matthew pushed the lever up, the machine kept going. Bela's pendant flashed, momentarily blinding them all.

Alfred jumped up. "Bela!"

Between the two platforms erupted a swirling dark mass. The crowd let out a simultaneous scream, fighting and clawing to get out of the area. Alfred ran to the platform, reaching out his hand, but with a scream of her own, Bela was dragged into the portal. Francis threw his arms around him, holding him back. "She's gone! You can't do anything!"

Matthew withdrew his homemade gun from his pocket (he was a very paranoid and cautious young man) and fired a few shots into the machine. Finally, the lights flickered out and the whirring died down until all was silent. The portal fizzled and disappeared.

Francis let go of Alfred, worriedly biting his lip. He knelt down and picked up the pendant, a tiny crack in the surface. "Darn it," the man breathed. "It was too strong after all."

"What are you talking about?" Alfred demanded, grabbing the pendant from him. "What the heck just happened here?"

"I think it's quite obvious your friend disappeared," Francis said. He nodded to the pendant and explained, "It looked like the Telepod's energy reacted with the pendant, summoning that rift."

Matthew burst between the two before Alfred's anger got the best of him. "Papa," he quietly started, "how about you make sure the square isn't in chaos right now? I'll take care of this."

Francis nodded and spun away.

"No offense, Mattie, but your dad's a weirdo."

"I get that a lot."

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"YOU IDIOT! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, SENDING HER OFF THROUGH TIME AND SPACE? WHAT IF WE HAD THE WRONG GIRL? SHE DIDN'T EVEN RECOGNIZE ME!"

Francis waved off Arthur's shout. Magicians were always so stuffy and full of it. Thinking the girl wasn't Natalya because she didn't recognize him? Psh, Arthur was the idiot. Francis, at least, had the dignity to get things rolling.

Antonio whistled as his friends bickered back and forth to each other. He leaned against the fake brick wall at the back of Arthur's tent, where they had all agreed to meet. Since no one but Alfred bothered to visit Arthur's attraction, they decided it was a safe place to discuss the latest turn of events. A very important thought suddenly occurred to Antonio. "Amigos, since the pendant didn't go with Natalya, what if she didn't go to the right time?"

Arthur and Francis paused mid-yell. They shared a terrified look.

"I'll have to go after her," Arthur said immediately. He picked up his cloak and wrapped it around him. Francis and Antonio pulled him back.

"There's no need for that," Antonio told him. "I talked a lot about the Fiend War, so she'll probably go there! Since she looks just like the Guardian Princess, they'll probably think she's their princess or something and keep her safe!"

Francis smacked the back of his head. Antonio winced. "She looks like the Guardian Princess because she is the Guardian Princess! If she doesn't make it to the right time, she won't change things, and we'll get arrested for being terrorists!"

"But we're not terrorists!" Antonio panicked. "I can't be arrested here! Who else will water my tomatoes at home?"

"And who else will keep the Choras Ghost inside his mansion and away from the townspeople?" Arthur added.

Francis nodded. "Exactly! I can't let Matthew be dragged into this mess either. He's too soft to go through this. Arthur, if she does end up in the Middle Ages, you can't go around using magic. They are in the middle of a war against magic users. I don't think she would cooperate with you anyway."

No, Francis figured as he leaned on the wall next to Antonio, they needed someone heroic enough to delve into the unknown and do anything to save her. They needed someone with meager skill who had no magical abilities whatsoever. They needed….

((((()))))

Francis ran back to the courtyard where Matthew paced, biting his lip the same way his father did when nervous. Arthur and Antonio ran up to the Telepod, looking for the pendant.

"Uh, Matthew," Francis shakily began, seeing they couldn't find it, "what happened to Alfred and that pendant?"

He forced himself to look away from the panicky two. Matthew sighed. "He said he wanted to go after her, so… I… kinda started it up and sent him off. But I have a theory!" he quickly said, seeing Francis's face crumple. "See, I figured that something of such little force, even using the stone as a reactor, couldn't form a black hole. That eliminates the possibility of them floating off in space somewhere. Before I let him go, I told him that the only likely possibility was that the portal was a 'gate' which would send him to another time. I did a quick check on the pendant, and I learned its frequency was a lot higher than Denadorite, the strongest reactant we have. However, if I find a piece of refined Denadorite and put it on something, you can crank up the power of the Telepod by at least seventy percent, and I'll go through time with them!"

Francis smushed the boy to his chest before he could further ramble. "God bless you, boy," he muttered. "Your strange little brain just helped us more than you can imagine."

"Mmmm mm mmm mmmm?" he gagged. Francis released him. Matthew gasped in a breath and repeated, "What do you mean?"

"Antonio has some Denadorite you can borrow," Francis said instead, waving his… acquaintances over. "You'll have to create something that will bring you back through time."

Arthur held out a wand. Matthew blinked at the thing. Magic was highly irrational and wouldn't get them through time. However, the wand was thick enough to be hollowed out and pumped full of gears that would spin and create just enough electrical force to make the gate appear again! Matthew only hesitantly took it, slightly frowning at how Arthur would not get it back in one piece.

Oh well. His loss.

"I'll have it finished within the hour. Surely Alfred can't screw things up too bad without me, right?"

Francis moaned into his hands.