So, here's the first chapter in this story. I hope y'all all like it. Review if you do or you think I could impove in some areas. I love both Supernatural and Hetalia and this idea has been bouncing around in my head for a few months now. I don't own either show nor anime and never will.

The house was dark and silent when the Winchester boys drove up in the Impala. Both stepped out and walked around to the arsenal in the trunk. They picked out the gear needed: flashlights, salt, gasoline, matches, and two shotguns rigged up to fire salt capsules. With the two believing they were prepared for anything, they started toward the door to the house. It seemed this was a cut and dry haunting, easily solved with the burning of the body in the basement. Dean was especially confident that they would be out of here and on the road before the next morning.

Sam pushed the door in with a high pitched creaking noise. They stepped into and looked around cautiously at every unusual sound. The floorboards creaked under their feet as they made their way to the staircase leading down to the dark basement. Dean shined his flashlight beam down into the darkness. Neither saw anything suspicious and with a nod to each other descended the staircase.

Sam was the first to realize the temperature started to drop around them. He readied his weapon in case the old man's ghost decided to make an appearance. Dean saw him do this and copied on his movements when he too felt the change. Dean shined the flashlight around the small basement until he saw the old bones of the old owner. He had died down here and now his restless spirit refused to leave.

Throwing caution to the wind, the elder brother quickly started walking over only to have an invisible force throw him back onto the ground. Sam raised his weapon as the ghost materialized in front of him. He shot making it disappear. Knowing that wouldn't keep him for long, Sam quickly ran over and started dumping the gasoline on the remains. Suddenly he felt as if two hands had wrapped around his neck and were cutting off his airway. "Sammy!" Dean shouted throwing and handful of salt in his direction.

The invisible hands left his neck, leaving Sam gasping for breath. He looked over at his brother gratefully only to have his jaw drop open in surprise. Behind his brother was the apparition of a woman in an old style dress with crazy, long hair. Her face was contorted into a tortured expression. "Dean, behind you!" he screamed groping around for his own shotgun. Dean turned just in time for the ghost woman to let out an agonized scream and throw him back against a wall. Sam's gun was smashed against the floor breaking it into pieces with the force.

The brothers were defenseless against the specter, especially as the man also appeared again next to her. The two looked at each other with a mixture of fear and confusion. Just as they had accepted their fate, two gunshots rang out from the staircase causing the two ghosts to vanish. Dean stood up quickly and grabbed his own gun to look at the newcomers to the scene.

It was two young boys. They could've passed for fifteen if they wanted to. Both were short and skinny compared to Sam and Dean. They were identical in every aspect except their hair and eyes. One had light honey colored eyes and reddish brown hair, while the other hazel eyes and darker brown hair. The oddest feature, however, was the two curls on the boys' heads. The first one's stuck up on the left side of his head and the second was on the right. Both floated in the air beside their faces, as if defying the laws of gravity itself.

Sam and Dean watched in fascination as these two young boys rushed to the body, dumped gasoline and salt and set the remains ablaze in record time. "Come on you two! The hag's body isn't here. She'll be coming back in a few seconds." shouted the darker haired one in a heavy Italian accent. When neither Sam nor Dean responded to his warning, he went off on a string of curses that ended with "Move damn it!"

This snapped the two to their senses and they followed the other boys out of the house. They immediately noticed their red Ferrari parked next to the Impala. Dean let out a low whistle at the nice car. "What were you two doing in there?" asked the darker haired boy catching Dean's attention. He squared up to the smaller man, feeling as if he'd been challenged by the little runt.

"We were hunting." he said through clenched teeth, glaring daggers at the other. "It's you who should be answering that question.

"I'm not the one who had to be saved like a damsel in distress!" the other said returning the look.

"Fratello!" the lighter haired boy chimed in, also in an Italian accent. "Calm down! You shouldn't fight like this!" He grabbed the other's arm and attempted to pull him away from his standoff with Dean.

"Who are you two anyway?" Sam asked, stepping between his brother and the little Italians.

"I'm Feliciano!" the lighter haired one said with a friendly smile. "And this is my brother Lovi!"

"That's not my name, idiota." the other denied slapping his brother on the side of the head. "It's Lovino. You got that?"

"So, you two are hunters, too?" Sam asked, gaining their attention again.

Lovino crossed his arms while Feliciano nodded happily. "What are your names?" he asked, cheerfully.

"I'm Sam, and this is my older brother Dean." the younger Winchester said. His brother was behind him, still trying to calm his nerves.

"I don't know how you've survived this long if you're always as stupid as you were in there." Lovino added. This fired up Dean's temper again, but Sam held him back.

"It was just a fluke." he stated. "But we do have to thank you two for saving us back there."

"We hunters have to stick together." Feliciano beamed. "We don't have anyone else in the world."

All four suddenly looked down in sadness at the truth of the young man's words. Sam and Dean started to remember all the people they had lost over the years to the job they dedicated their lives to. Lovino suddenly turned on his heel and got into the driver's side of the car and started the engine. Feliciano watched him with slumped shoulders and a sigh.

"That's my cue to go." he said, the cheerful tone in his voice leaving. "Maybe we'll see each other again sometime." He followed his brother's lead and slipped into the car, also. Then, the car turned quickly and raced off spraying a shower of dirt onto the two brothers still standing there. Again, they were frozen in shock at the sudden exit of the two. Slowly, both of them got inside the Impala and Dean started the engine. They started speeding away in the opposite direction as the Ferrari.

"Did that really just happen?" Sam asked after a moment.

"Yes it did, Sammy. Who did that little twerp think he was, telling me off like that?" Dean almost yelled at his little brother.

"He did save our lives, after we were careless." Sam said, trying to keep the peace as always. He looked up and noticed his brother speeding towards the interstate. "Hey, where are you going? The job's not over yet."

"It is for us. Those two will probably wrap it up."

"Dean, we can't do that. What if they don't? More people could die. We can't leave until we know for certain." Sam protested.

Dean sighed, realizing his brother was right. He pulled onto the shoulder and turned the car around. The Impala sped back into the small town to a hotel the boys could check into for almost nothing. Even as the two moved some necessities into their room, Sam couldn't get his mind off the two boys. They looked so young. How long had they been hunting? A few hours later, Dean was fast asleep, but Sam was still up worrying about them. He hoped to meet them again sometime to get a few questions answered. He wouldn't be disappointed.

Just another short note, I'll try not to put any major spoilers in this, but if I do I'll put a warning up. If you see any that I didn't warn about leave me a review or shoot a PM and I'll add a warning to the Arthur's notes. Please and Thank you! Anyway, reviews anyone?