... Wow. I didn't update my Hetaquest story for two whole freaking weeks. Someone kill me now! *cue author bashing her head against the conveniently placed desk in front of her*

I'm SSSSOOOOO sorry for not updating my Hetaquest story! My only excuses are school was stupid, had tons of tests and projects going on, and I had tons of homework. I promise to update Hetaquest next Friday. I got some of the next chapter typed up, so I should(emphasize "should") get it done by the weekend!

Anyway, you're probably wondering why the heck I'm writing ANOTHER novel. Well, I stumbled upon this awesome fan-game on youtube. I really liked this plot, so I messaged the creater/author/person if I could write it, and that amazing person said yes. So, I typed this up last week, edited/revised it this week, and I'm now uploading it right now. So... These are the disclaimers that the person wanted me to tell you awesome readers, and YEAH!

APH goes to Himaruya Hidekaz

Tales series go to Namco Bandai

the actual creater of the plotline and any OCs in the story itself go to Sailorearth10 on YOUTUBE!

You can watch the actual fangames of hers there. HETALIA~! On with the story^^

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...There were two days in Rukassian history that overturned the tides of fate. The first day was one of slaughter and rampage. This was the day the demons of Rukassia were forced into hiding... This was the day of Queen Medusa's massacre against the human race. After being reduced to spirit form, she took the body of a human girl and used all of her power to crush the Capital. However...

Grimore was panting heavily. He was currently sprinting towards the castle of Rukassia. As he ran, he passed several piles of rubble- remains of the once-beautiful houses and shops that had lined the many streets of the Capital. Cries filled the smoke-filled air- shouts as the human soldiers clashed with the demons; wails of grief and sorrow from the pitiful citizens of the Capital.

Grimore skidded past the palace gates. The outer courtyard was completely demolished. Brickwork was strewn across the ground, fires burned brightly from various places. Grimore spied a girl in front of the gates to the inner courtyard. Anyone of ignorance would cry out to the young girl, warning her to leave. But Grimore knew better. This was no ordinary girl. Her stark white hair was proof that she wasn't of childish innocence.

Grimore ran up the stairs to the girl. Her back was turned away from him. He called out to her.

"Medusa! What is the meaning of this?!" he demanded.

The girl turned. She smiled innocently at him. "Meaning?" The child scoffed mockingly. "You must be blind. Can you not see how humans treat demons? For centuries, you have repressed us for being the opposite of Holy."

Medusa closed her eyes for a moment. "Demonic... the word is like poison to you. Well, now I get to change everything!" Her eyes flashed as she cackled. "I'll take Rukassia and establish demons as the superior race! Perhaps that shall teach you humans to respect us!"

Grimore stared at the fair-haired demon with undisguised disgust on his face. "You've gone mad... Not only have you destroyed the Capital… but your body..."

Medusa smiled sweetly. "Oh? Do you not fancy it? I thought you would… it is your granddaughter's..."

"I knew it..."

The demon giggled at Grimore's glare. "Hahaha! You look so furious, it's cute. I'm not afraid of you, Grimore."

"You don't have to be afraid of me," Grimore murmured. He spoke up for his next sentence. "You should be afraid of your fate!"

Grimore clasped his weary hands together, muttering a spell. Around him, a shining white pentacle flickered before disappearing. "This could cost me my life but for Rukassia… and the future of this world…"

Medusa stared at him with mild surprise. "Wha… you would really hurt me in her body? Your daughter and her husband… they couldn't lay a finger on me! Killing them was simple… killing you will not be any harder…"

"I care for Jane," Grimore replied calmly. "… but that will not stop me from destroying you, Medusa! The demon race will pay for your crimes!"

At that moment, two large flares of light fell from the sky. They fell upon Medusa before dissipating. She staggered. "What-! What is this?!"

Grimore ignored her, murmuring, "Spirits born of the otherworldly land… fulfill your ancient pact of the goddess… By the power of the tome infused with the elements and blessed by Uli…"

Medusa stared at him, dumbstruck. She took a shaky step backward.. "He… he can't be serious," she whispered.

"I, Grimore, summon thee to protect Rukassia!" He raised his hands, yelling his hopes to the crimson red sky. "Come forth, Eight Judges of the Cosmos!"

It happened in a matter of seconds. The courtyard was set aglow in flickering white light, shining rays dancing about. Medusa screamed. "Argh-!"

The light vanished. Grimore was dumbstruck, shocked. His knees gave way underneath him. "Ugh… it… didn't… work?" Medusa stood there, frozen. Eventually, she began to giggle. "… heh… haha…" Her cries eventually morphed into a hybrid of evil laughter and a hysterical scream. "Haha, yes! Don't you see? The demons are the ones with the absolute religious truth! Uli is forever asleep and your Judges have neglected you!"

She shrieked joyously, her voice dripping with victory and utter arrogance. "I dedicate this victory to you, my lord Hades!" As Medusa continued to scream hysterically, Grimore heard a voice. It was quiet, soft.

(N-No! I… I won't let you!)

Medusa abruptly stopped, her face contorted in shock, rage, and fear. "Hah-! You-!"

(Medusa! You've gone far enough!)

Grimore stood up shakily. He whipped his head around, haltingly searching for the source of the barely distinguishable voice. "That voice… J-Jane?"

The voice answered gently. (Grandfather… your spell granted me a bit of time…)

Medusa snatched at her clothing, as if attempting to rip out Jane's voice and crush it to oblivion. "Aarrgh-! Stay back!"

(No! This was… my fault… I'm going to fix it!)

"You fool!" Medusa shrieked angrily. "Killing me will send our souls and this body to Oblivion!"

Jane answered, her voice calm. (I know… you said it yourself, Medusa… I must pay for my sins…)

A pentacle flickered around Medusa faintly. (I'm going to destroy you with my Holy energy! Uli! Grant me your prayer!) Rings of energy and soft white light surrounded Medusa. She screamed in pain, fear, and anger. "Aaah!"

Grimore took a step forward. "Jane!"

Medusa coughed violently. "You… little… Jane!"

The demon queen collapsed. The snowy hair darkened to a plain brown color. Jane slumped against the floor, her image flickering. Grimore ran to her side. He gripped Jane's hand. "Jane! Are you… alright?"

Jane's breaths came in faint gasps, her chest fluttering. She weakly squeezed his hand."…I… Grandfather… I'm so sorry…"

"What's happening to you?" Grimore asked. His heart felt like it was going to break.

His granddaughter smiled. "Remember…? My body… and soul… are to be trapped in Oblivion… forever…"

Grimore shook his head. "… No.. this shouldn't have happened…"

Jane gripped his hand tightly. Her eyes brimmed with tears, shining brightly in the light of the descending sun."It's my fault… for believing in such an ideal… Grandfather… I'm sorry… and I love you… Goodbye."

Jane faded away. Grimore felt a single tear slide down his cheek. "… I too… am feeling weak… My soul will be bound to the tome but… My end is here… please… Judges please… protect our world…

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And the second of these days… is today.

Alfred yawned, bored. The Allies were currently in a library, searching for books. And no, not to check them out. One of them heard a rumor that the Axis had been at this very library. Naturally, they were here to search for clues on why the Axis Powers had even been here in the first place. Alfred spotted Francis. He walked up to him.

"Hehe," Francis laughed. He was currently engrossed in reading a book. Alfred glanced at the cover, curious.

"Whatcha reading?"

Francis looked up. "Oh… nothing…"

Alfred cocked his head. "By nothing, do you mean it's got nothing to do with the Axis forces?"

Francis pouted. "Oh, don't be such a grouch! See, see-look!"

Alfred quickly backed away from him. "… This is one of your perverted fantasy books- Yup, I was right."

Francis waved off that very minor detail. "Yes, but look how pretty all of the girls are!"

"Ahem-!" Alfred and Francis jumped. They turned. Arthur stood at the doorway, impatiently tapping the floor with his foot.

"Are you two finding the books are you supposed to be searching for?"

Francis pouted. "Fine… I'll start looking…"

As Francis half-heartedly starting flipping through books, America walked over to Ivan. He had just set a book down.

"Ivan, did you find anything?" Alfred asked. Ivan shook his head.

"Nothing interesting yet… and you?"

Alfred sighed. "Same…"

"Well, you better get back to work then," Ivan replied. He promptly went back to searching through the piles of books around him. Alfred pouted. I was going to tell you that, he thought.

Alfred browsed the books. During his search, he accidently bumped into Yao. "Oops, sorry bro…"

Yao sighed. "Why is history always so full of sadness?"

Alfred patted the smaller man on the shoulder. "Hang in there. Remember why we're fighting this war."

"I know… But you know, this got me thinking, aru."

Alfred looked at him curiously. "Oh?"

"I've lived for over four thousand years and warfare is something that's really changed, aru. What with technology and different commanders, it's all different."

As Yao continued to sigh, depressed, America smiled encouragingly. "But one thing remains the same: the cause."

Yao nodded. "But it is sad, isn't it, aru? That all wars start off as a disagreement?"

America shook his head. "I wouldn't call this war a disagreement… it's way too intense."

"I suppose you're right."

After leaving Yao still contemplating war and history, Alfred found Arthur at his spot near the staircase. He looked at him.

"So, what have you found?"

"Not much… what about you?"

Arthur pointed his thumb down the stairs. "I've called the librarian to bring more books. Hopefully, he can find something that the Axis might have read."

A voice rang out from the bottom of the staircase. "Mister Arthur! I have your books!" The elderly librarian came up to the second floor of the building. In his hands was a single, leather-backed book.

"… Just one book?" Alfred asked. He felt a little disappointed.

"I am absolutely positive the Axis Powers read this on their last visit!" the librarian said excitedly. Yao came to the group to hear the conversation.

"Really? They read this?" he asked. The librarian nodded vigorously.

"They were captivated by it. I'm surprised that they left without taking it."

Arthur beamed at the answer. "Yes, thank you very much!"

"Go on, take a look-see!" the librarian insisted joyously. They agreed, gathering around the ancient book.

"Right… Ivan, Francis, come have a look at this!" The two quickly joined the group. Francis looked at the worn tome.

"Oh, you found something?"

"What did you find?" Ivan asked.

Arthur examined the book's cover. He frowned slightly. "Hmmm… the title's a bit smudged… I can only make the word "Rukassia" out."

Alfred stared at him. "Arthur, this is a fairy tale book."

Francis smiled. "This looks like something Feliciano would find and show the others…"

"Hm… that's odd. It's credited to no one. There isn't even a publication, date, editor, or anything," Arthur said puzzled.

"Maybe there's a secret in it! That's why the Axis Powers read it!" Alfred said excitedly. Arthur shrugged.

"It's worth a try."

"Well, let's read it already!" Yao said impatiently. Arthur opened the book to its old, yellowed pages. He read aloud to the others.

"Once upon a time, there was a world called Rukassia. In that world was another called Niflheim, home to the demons while Rukassia was home to humans. For centuries, humans and demons could not coexist and had a bitter tension between them. After the humans could develop magic, demons and humans fought over who was the most superior. The demons mastered monster control while the humans mastered the art of healing.

"Finally, the last straw broke out. The humans had a family of four: a husband, a wife, a daughter, and a grandfather who were expert mercenaries- and enemies to the demons and monsters. Queen Medusa of the demons held a grudge against the family. She set out to kill them, but was promptly defeated. Enraged with revenge, she sought the help of the weakest of the family- the daughter- Jane the Traitor. Jane foolishly sold her soul and body to Medusa for power and the Queen gladly took her body and went after the family.

"But it did not stop there. She moved onto the Capital of Rukassia, burning it down with her hellfire and help of the monsters. It was there that Grimore the Master Mage casted the Spell of Judgment on the demonic race to stop her. However, the spell failed. Thankfully, Jane was able to recover her body once more. She overpowered Medusa with her Holy energy. Jane's body and soul along with Medusa's were sent to Hades' lair of Oblivion. They were never seen from again. And the Eight Judges never appeared, leaving Rukassia without safety. Forever.

"From that that day, the demons retreated to Niflheim in fear… A demon can be easily recognized… For all demons have white hair."

"Wow," Alfred breathed. "… That's kinda scary for a fairy tale."

Arthur shrugged once. "I do not see why the Axis forces would be so entranced by this book…"

"That's because they thought that Rukassia was fake," the librarian answered. The Allied forces turned toward the elderly man. The five of them forgot that he was still in the room.

"Excuse me?" Arthur asked.

"That story you read is not some fairy tale," the librarian said quietly. "Everything and everyone is real. This is no fairytale book. It is a record of events from the past of Rukassia."

"That's impossible!" Yao cried out. The librarian chuckled.

"Hehe… Let me show you."

The elderly man murmured strange sounds not from any language the Allies had ever heard. White lights flashed around him, and he was now clothed in a glossy, azure blue cloak decorated with golden symbols. The Allies stared at him in silent shock.

"What was that!?" Arthur yelped.

"Dude, that was totally freaky!"

The once librarian-now weird medieval sage swept his arms in a gesture. "You see… I too was a great mage like my brother Grimore, but I escaped to this world. I waited centuries until the time was right and now… I can finish what my dear brother had started!"

"Started? Francis asked. "What are you talking about?!"

"It is time for you to fulfill your duty… and… to end these two wars."

The old man muttered quietly to himself. A white pentacle glowed at his feet before dissipating. The group took a step back, startled.

"What was that, aru!?"

"Was that magic?" Ivan asked in wonder.

The librarian nodded. "Yes… I have faith that you'll save our world. By the power granted to me… I send you all to the world of Rukassia!"

The room began to glow a blinding white. Alfred could feel a tug, as if being sucked in. He shut his eyes, grabbing on to something, which yelped in turned.

"AAAHHHH!" They all screamed.

The room flashed, and they were gone. The librarian walked up to the spot where the countries had once stood. The book was at his feet. He picked it up.

"And… as for this book… well… they may need this so I'll send it over as well." He waved his hand over the book, and it vanished. "Good luck… all of you… I know you will do just fine."

She pulled her long black cloak tighter around her, shivering against the chilly air of the woods. The cloaked girl continued to walk along the forest path when she spotted two unconscious men. She stopped for a moment, startled.

"Ah!" she yelped. She managed to calm down and hurried over to them. "A-Are they alright?"

The girl stooped down next to the still bodies. She contemplated whether or not to stay with the two until they awoke. "…I really should be going but…"

One of the men stirred. He groaned. "…hmm…Mmmm…"

She leaped to her feet. "Ahh-!" the girl shrieked softly. She froze for a moment.

"…Umm… well… I t-think they'll be fine," she stammered. She continued to walk down the path, mentally forcing her to not look back. "They're men… men are always fine… haha… they'll… be… fine…"

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