You don't have to have read/watched Love Hina to understand this!

Title: Hetalia Apartments

Pairings: America/England, America/Unknown

Summary: America has already met his true love and is bound and promised to her, but she's a distant memory now and he just can't remember her name...will returning to Hetalia apartments help him remember? Will he find his dream girl and live happily ever after like he promised?

Or has this mystery girl got competition for America's heart...

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Okay, so this is technically a crossover fic, combining my two favourite animes of all time, Hetalia (of course!) and Love Hina

Love Hina was the first ever anime I was a fan of (well unless you count pokemon…) and I have always loved it even though I no longer watch/read it.

Anywho, I've always loved the plot and the characters and thought Hetalia would go great with it! So I'm writing this crossover fic to combine two of my great loves :)

Some parts of this will be pretty much exactly identical to parts of Love Hina whereas other parts will be completely made up in my own mind (it's not going to be 100% true to the story…)

Anywho I hope you enjoy it, here's a list of the crossover characters (just incase you're a fan of both) and so you know who to expect;

Keitaro - America
Naru - England
Shinobu - Japan
Motoko - Germany
Kaolla - Italy
Mitsune - France
Mutsumi - Ukraine
Haruka - Austria
Hinata - Hungary
Sarah - Romano
Mei - Sealand

Again, you don't have to know what Love Hina is to understand this :)

Chapter 1 - Forgotten Names and New Faces

How long ago was it, that America made his way down the cobblestone path, turned left at the rickety wooden misspelt sign post situated by the edge of the bridge over the lake and ascended a set of narrow stone steps? Must have been...fifteen years ago, today in fact, but for the sake of his sanity America assured himself that this was purely by coincidence. Passing an overgrown thorn bush at the top of the steps the American recalled the many times in his childhood he ran past it, and sometimes into it, getting his arm scratched by the prickly leaves and thorny branches. Back then, even in the chilly evenings of winter he still wore short sleeved t-shirts and a pair of shorts. Fifteen years ago and he can still remember what he wore, what he ate, what he played, he can even remember being dragged along this same route every day. But those memories didn't mean anything to America anymore, not when he can't remember who it was who used to drag him along...

"Come on America!" called America's rosy cheeked best friend, grabbing his hand and pulling him along the cobblestone path, her little black sandals slapping with each step she took. They took a left turn at a wooden sign post that spelt the names of its locations completely wrong. She dragged America up the stone steps, and once again America caught his arm on the thorn bush that grew at the top. It hurt but America didn't care, he was too happy at that moment to care about anything, even if a little blood was trickling down his arm. Racing across the courtyard the two five year olds dived into the sand pit that sat in the front lawn, laughing and rolling around. After they calmed down and their laughter was reduced to slight giggles, they both went back to their sand castle that they had been making the previous day. America took the time to admire his extremely adorable friend, her short, platinum blonde hair blowing lightly in the summer breeze, her cute grey pinafore and white tights, her murky blue coloured eyes, and her beautiful pink lips that lit up America's world whenever she smiled.

She patted the top of the castle with her spade in satisfaction. "America, one day you and me are gonna live in a house just like this." she said suddenly, breaking the little boy out of his trance, "Then we'll get married and have lots of kids." she smiled shyly, leaning forwards and pressing a kiss to his cheek quickly. America blushed and she laughed. America joined in the laughter, grinning in embarrassment. Little did he know this would be the last time he would ever laugh with her.

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"Come back!" America yelled desperately, running down the pavement as fast as his little legs would carry him, watching his best friend, his love, being driven away from him.

She called to him desperately from the window of the car as they were rapidly growing further and further apart, "America! We'll find each other one day when we're older in the future!"

America panted heavily as he continued to run, he couldn't let her out of his life. Suddenly he tripped and fell to the ground, when he sat up he saw the car he'd been chasing turn a corner, taking his love away from his life, the moving van following shortly after.

'Why can't I remember her name?' America thought in despair, he'd racked his brains over and over the years but always came up blank. He can remember her eyes, her hair, her voice, even her scent, everything except her name. Without which, he had no hope in finding her. America also remembered the promise he made to her. The promise that they would find each other when they're older, marry and live happily ever after. Such a childish dream now America thought about it, but a promise is a promise, and it was a promise he was determined to keep.

However that wasn't the reason he'd come back to the place where he'd lost her. The night before his parents told him they got a call from America's godmother, Hungary, and she said that she needed to see him right away.

Hungary owned the Hetalia apartments, a dorm for high school and college students with little money, America used to love going over to play there when he visited her as a child. It was there he befriended the girl of his dreams who lived near by. They played together outside the apartments, or rather hotel as it was back then, Hungary watching fondly from the window. America hadn't been back since the girl moved away all those years ago, he saw no reason to with her gone from his life. When she had said that she and America would meet up when they're older, he wasn't sure how much older, and he couldn't help hoping that Hungary had found the girl, and had called him back there to be reunited with her, she knew how much the girl meant to America.

As Hetalia apartments came into view, America could see how much it had changed. His beloved sand pit was gone, there was still a gap in the front lawn where it used to sit, the roof was looking shabbier and the walls were crumbling, but it still looked as beautiful as ever. More like an old fashioned house than an apartment building, most likely because Hungary herself grew up there before turning it into a hotel. America walked up the path to the front door, wheeling his suitcase along behind him, he knocked on the splintery wooden door a few times and waited. No answer. It wasn't locked, so America thought no harm in letting himself in.

His memory wasn't great, so it was no surprise that none of the furniture or colour scheme of the apartments looked familiar, but he was still sure he knew where everything was in terms of rooms. A staircase leading to the separate accommodations of the apartment stood in front of him, and the living room was just to the left, leaving his case by the door America went through the living room into the kitchen, sure he'd find Hungary there.

A sharp smell stung his nostrils and America cringed as he stepped into the tiny kitchen to see a blond man stood at the stove, boiling some kind of stew. It smelt pretty revolting, America hoped he wouldn't have to sample some later. America coughed awkwardly, trying to get the man's attention. Slowly, the shorter man turned around with a bright smile played out on his face, he jumped when he saw America and then screamed.

America stumbled backwards in panic at the unexpected outburst, backing up into the living room. Almost immediately the American could hear people racing down the stairs. "England what is it?" a voice yelled from the staircase, a few seconds later two men burst into the living room, staring at America with fear and anger, "Who za hell are you?" a blond, muscular man snarled at him. Before America had a chance to answer, the younger, shorter man, well America thought he looked more like a teenager than a man, suddenly shrieked in hysterics.

"Oh my god Germany it's a burglar! Get him!"

Before America knew what was happening the three of them were chasing him around the apartments wielding whatever weapons they could find, a saucepan, an umbrella and a golf club. America ran up the stairs in panic, looking everywhere for his godmother, hoping she would stop the attack, but he couldn't find her. The three men ran after him yelling at the top of their lungs, America didn't know where he was going, he'd never explored the upstairs part of the apartments in his youth, but he continued to run none the less, bursting through doors and racing across corridors.

America's heart was pounding in fear, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath, legs aching from all the running, he'd past the same rooms over and over but the three people chasing him refused to give up. Suddenly America ran into a clothes line that was hung out across a balcony, resulting in him being wrapped up in some of the clothes strung on it but he continued to run even with the garments still attached. Just as he was about to reach the balcony stairs leading down to the back garden, the American was knocked to the ground by someone who jumped on top of him, "Hey! Give us back our clothes!" the teen shouted, sitting on America's back, pinning him down.

"America?" a new voice suddenly chipped in. Out of the corner of his eye America could see a tall man standing in a long tailcoat, a pair of glasses and holding onto some piano music, watching the situation with a bemused smile.

"Austria! This burglar snuck into the apartments!" the tall blond man yelled, glaring at America from where he still lay under the teen.

"That 'burglar' happens to be my godson..."

"Uncle Austria!" America proclaimed, grinning widely, trying to push the teen from off his back.

"Uncle Austria?" All three men said in unison, staring at him in disbelief.

"Italy get off him please." Austria said shaking his head, Italy climbed off America's back quickly mumbling something about being sorry, once free, America jumped up, rushed over to Austria and hugged his godfather tightly.

"Uncle Austria thank God I found you!-OW!" he stumbled backwards slightly as Austria elbowed him in the face in irritation.

"Just call me Austria." he drawled with a roll of the eyes.

"What's he doing here?" England hissed, still irritated at the American's invasion of their home.

"Hungary asked him to come over, speaking of which, America she's waiting for you in the dining room, you guys better come too." Austria lead the four of them back downstairs to the dining room which was through the kitchen, America kept close to Austria's side, fearful of another attack from the men who clearly didn't appreciate him being in their home. America smiled when he stepped into the dining room, Hungary, as well as a few strangers, were sitting at the long table, smiling up at them.

"America." Hungary said softly, getting up and holding her arms out for a hug.

America went to her and hugged her tightly, grinning, "Aunt Hungary! I've missed you!"

"I've missed you too, gosh you're so big now! It's been such a long time sweetheart..." America nodded in agreement, not having seen his godmother since the last time he'd been at the apartments, fifteen years ago. They exchanged pleasantries and a few laughs before America joined them all at the table. America, his godparents and what America could only assume were the inhabitants of the apartment, all sat down and waited for Hungary to explain why she'd called them all in there.

"Well I guess you all want to know why I asked you here." Hungary started shuffling through some papers in front of her. "Well..." she frowned slightly, reluctant to say what she knew she had to tell them, "The truth is...I'm retiring as owner of the apartments."

"WHAT? NO!" the man who'd been cooking in the kitchen yelled, slamming his fists on the table, making everyone jump.

"I'm sorry England, but I have to, I'm much too old to keep up with everything." Hungary smiled softly, the corners of her eyes creasing as if just to highlight her point, "I just want to spend my remaining years relaxing away from all the hassle, but I will miss you all terribly...and I'll try to visit when I can."

America looked around awkwardly as everyone sat in complete silence, taking in what she'd just said. Austria patted her shoulder gently, squeezing her hand, all the apartment inhabitants looking completely downhearted. America furrowed his brows in confusion, realising something, "What's that got to do with me?" he asked, causing everyone to look up.

"Well America..." Hungary looked at him, light dancing in her eyes, "I'd like you to take over from me."

"WHAT?" America realised that not only had he spoken, but everybody else in the room too, "You mean manage the apartments? Why me?" America asked desperately, he'd only just enrolled in college for God's sake! He couldn't hold down a full time job as well!

"You're the only person I know who knows the apartments really well." Hungary answered simply, smiling up at him.

"B-But I haven't been here since I was five! And why can't Austria do it?" America asked whipping his head around to look at his godfather who was busying himself with his piano sheets, completely unaware of the conversation.

"Well, he's not exactly in his youth either, besides he's coming away with me...and he doesn't actually know anything about running the apartments...no America, I think you're the best person for the job."

"B-But..." America stared at her, slowly shaking his head, "I don't know anything about running the apartments!"

"Please America, I really don't think I can handle a full time job in my day and age." she sighed, holding up her hands and looking sadly at her wrinkles.

"Oh come on!" England cut in, "You can't honestly leave us in the hands of this clumsy oaf!" he pointed at the American accusingly, snatching back the sock that was still clinging to America's shoulder after he ran into the washing line.

"England, I thought you of all people would be happy about this. You're always saying I need to take it easy and relax." Hungary looked over at the Brit, patting his arm gently.

"Yes but...I didn't think you'd retire for good..." England mumbled, obviously upset. And why wouldn't he be? He, and all the other guys, loved Hungary to bits, she was the best apartment manager they'd ever had, the only one they'd ever had. She'd been there since it opened, back when it used to be a hotel, since England first moved in almost five years ago.

"I know..." she squeezed his arm gently, smiling at him sadly, "...but you all knew this day would come eventually."

"I guess..." England muttered, sighing softly.

"I'm sure you'll warm to my godson." she smiled cheerily at America, oblivious to the dark looks he was receiving from everyone, "America, you'll stay here and be manager right?"

"I-I don't know...this all seems too much, I mean what exactly will I do?"

"America it's not as difficult as it sounds, you can live here and have your own room and all you have to do is sort out rent payments and basically be the landlord." Hungary smiled at him, ignoring the look of utter horror her godson was giving her, "Sweetheart this is a very good offer, you'd be a fool not to take it, you'll have your own place as well as earning some money of your own."

America bit his lip, thinking it over, he'd just enrolled at college back in his home town, he'd have to drop out and re-enrol somewhere nearer, he'd have to deal with the inhabitants who clearly didn't like him...however at least he'd be out of his parents house, and earning some money from a decent job that had pretty much just been dangled in front of him. Then a thought occurred to him, if he ever wanted to see his dream girl again, the best place would be right here at the apartments! That way, if she ever came looking for him, he'd be right here waiting for her, "Alright." America said after a few moments, "I'll do it."

Hungary beamed, clapping her hands together, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, "Thank you sweetheart, I'll sign over the deed to you right away." America nodded, fingers tapping nervously on the table as he could feel everyone staring at him. Hungary slowly got up, walking around to the other side of the table, "Since you're going to be the new manager I guess I should introduce you to everyone." she went and stood behind England's chair. "This is England." the blond, messy haired man looked up at America and scowled, "This is Germany." she pointed to the other blond angry man from earlier, "Italy." the young, brown haired, teenage boy smiled, waving at America, "France." a long blond haired, stubbly faced man, looked up and winked in America's direction. "...and Romano." another teenage boy with darker brown hair, who looked an awful lot like the first teen, didn't even look up.

"Hey guys..." America gave them all a wave, "I urm...look forward to getting to know you all...and stuff." England and Germany grunted their disapproval, getting up to leave, America shrunk slightly in his seat, feeling unbelievably uncomfortable.

"Austria honey, could you please show America to his room?" Hungary asked, gently tapping on his shoulder.

"Huh?" he lowered his sheet music, "Oh sure, come on America." Austria grabbed America's arm once he'd stood back up and manoeuvred him through the dining room, through the kitchen, out the living room, where America grabbed his suit case by the door, and tugged it up the stairs to the first floor. They set off down the corridor together, passing all the dorms in the apartment building until they came to the one right at the very end, which looked dark and unused. Austria took out a set of keys and fiddled around with the rusty lock, giving the door a shove until it creaked open. America's room had a bed, a desk with wonky draws, some shelves and a wardrobe for his clothes. A pretty basic room.

America stepped into the small, unwelcoming room, shivering in the draft that floated around, sighing under his breath, it really didn't feel like home, "So, I'll be living here then I guess..." he said slowly, dumping his bag full of belongings onto the bed.

Austria nodded, going into the wardrobe for some spare sheets and pillows, "You are alright with all this aren't you?"

America shrugged, "Not like I've got much of a choice really."

"You'll be fine." Austria dropped the sheets onto the empty bed, "I mean your parents did sound pleased when we told them, I think they've been wanting you to move out of their house."

"Yeah they've been saying that for a while." America sighed, "I'm gonna screw this up, I don't know the first thing about being a landlord, I've never even had a job!"

"It'll be fine, I'll stay here for the first few months and help you get settled in."

"Really?"

Austria nodded, "Yes, then I'll be off to join Hungary in Hawaii."

"Hawaii huh? Nice." America folded out one of the sheets, thinking back to everyone in the dining room, "So...what are those guys like? I mean...they look like they hated me."

Austria shrugged, "They're not like everyone else, they don't really enjoy meeting strangers, it'll be fine once they're used to you."

"Not like everyone else?" America asked curiously, "What do you mean?"

"America." Austria looked at his godson seriously, "You know what people say about the apartments don't you? I mean...the 'word on the street' as it were." Austria said, signing quotation marks in the air with his fingers.

America cringed as the older gentleman did this, "Uhh no not really...and promise me you'll never do that again."

Austria rolled his eyes, "The point I'm trying to make is that this place has a...certain reputation."

"...which is?"

Austria sighed, "Well...everybody living here is a student, a couple of them are still in high school, most of them are here because they didn't have anywhere else to go...possibly because of disagreements with their families and were kicked out of their homes, to be honest, I try not to pry too much into their lives." the Austrian took off his glasses, cleaning them with the edge of his shirt, "...and because of this, some people around town make the assumption that these kids are well...freaks basically, problem children, you know the sort."

America nodded slowly, "...and are they?"

Austria replaced his glasses, eyes narrowing darkly at the American, "America I've grown very close to these poor kids, their social issues and family troubles are no reason why they should be discriminated against." he bit his lip, shaking his head slightly as he spoke coldly, "You should here the things people say about the apartments, that it's just a place for homeless, violent, pathetic teenagers to come and live in, and that we're encouraging them to skive through life and not do anything with themselves."

"Austria are you okay?" America asked softly, slightly perplexed to how upset the Austrian appeared to be getting.

Austria sighed deeply, composing himself for a moment before continuing, "I care about those kids America...and they don't deserve all the nasty rumours that circulate round town about them...Hungary and I have worked hard to help these kids get into education and go out job hunting...which is why rent is so cheap here, these kids don't have a lot of money America, which is the most important thing to keep in mind when being the manager here. If pay day comes along and one of them is a little short on cash don't make a big deal out of it, give them as much time as they need to get the rent together okay?"

"Okay...I'll try my best to be a good manager, honestly." America said with determination, "But...do you think you could give me some I dunno...advise? About dealing with those guys? I mean...they seem kinda-" America swallowed at the dark look Austria shot at him, "...urm...quirky."

"Good save." Austria muttered sarcastically, "Okay lets see...Germany, he's a bit rough, the one with the violent reputation I suppose, he's not that bad though...but don't get on his nerves or you'll regret it." Austria warned, giving the American a stern look, "Romano and Italy are the mischief twins, not literally twins, but they are brothers, watch out for them, they like to set up pranks...particularly on England."

America smiled, "Hey I pulled some pranks back when I was a kid, I'm sure I can handle it."

Austria nodded, "France likes to get drunk a lot, it's normal for him, just don't let him into anyone's bed, please, and urm..." he bit his lip in thought, "England is pretty normal I suppose...but he's one of the ones with family issues, a troubled past, I think, I've never really asked him about it...he moved here when he was just fifteen, I mean I know Italy and Romano are only fourteen but...England was all alone when he came here, he doesn't like to talk about it." he finished softly, slowly shaking his head.

"...wow okay..." America said slowly, wondering how an earth he would ever get along with these people.

"Yes...well anyway, I'm going to help Hungary pack for her trip, we'll need you to sign some documents so come downstairs when you're ready." he turned to leave, but America grabbed his shoulder.

"Hey...thanks uncle Austria." he went to hug him but was thrown backwards as the Austrian punched him across the face, "OW!"

"Just call me Austria." he muttered as he left the room, eyes lowering to look down at his sheet music once more.

America rubbed the side of his face, wincing slightly as he lay down on the bed in this unfamiliar room he would now call home. He was very disappointed that none of the people who lived here were women, not because he was looking for a good time, but because he hoped his dream girl might have been here, waiting for him.

'That doesn't matter.' he thought, 'I'll have to look for my soul mate another time, right now, I gotta a job to do.'

I hope you enjoyed it :) I wrote this quite a while ago but I'm posting the first chapter now just to get people's overall general opinion of it (basically whether anyone will actually read it XD)

I should probably move this into the crossover section at some point as well...

Anywho, hope it's okay :)

Reviews are love :)

Also, America/Unknown...tis only unknown to those of you who don't know Love Hina XD or if you just work it out heh