Hey this is me and my friend's first fanfiction together so we're not sure if it'll be much good...

It's a ghoultalia fanfiction, (Tokyo Ghoul x Hetalia) which doesn't seem very popular... :(

Well since we couldn't find anything on it we decided we'd make it ourselves! :D

*Proud*

Sorry if it's really crappy... But this is for all those fans out there who may want this crossover but haven't found anything on it.

AKA: Us

Enjoy. :)

America hummed as he plucked the daisies from the ground, being careful not to damage the petals. England had always been going on about how much of a nuisance they where in his garden, and how they made the rose beds look messy and uncared for. Today however, he was going to prove to England just how pretty the daisies really where.

America had always taken a liking to that particular garden weed for some reason (although, he would have called it a flower.) Perhaps it was the pretty simplicity of the colours, or the fact that they grow all over and they are always growing together, being together. Just like he and England always will be. Who knows, but still even after years whenever he comes across one, it makes him feel nostalgic and strange.

He skipped in through the door and started searching the kitchen cupboards for something nice to present them in, and finally came across a beautiful asian looking china vase, patterned with blue flowers and stripes. The boy was extra careful whilst moving it down onto the counter and filling it with water. After arranging the plain beauties into a presentable position the young nation heard sounds down in the basement. He grinned with glee and without a clue as to what he would see, opened the creaky wooden door.

"England has always told me never to come down here…but today is a special exception!"

The boy whispered to himself as he tiptoed down the dark corridor, vase held protectively to his chest. After just a little while the light at the top of the stairs disappeared and America started to have second thoughts. The dark stretched far ahead of him and his footsteps suddenly started to echo. Nervous, he picked up the pace. Finally, after what seemed like ages of walking, he arrived outside an old-fashioned looking door. His tiny fingers gripped around the vase in one arm and with the other, he gingerly reached out towards the cold iron doorknob…

England slammed the knife down on the table, The sharp edge pierced the tender flesh and he watched the blood slowly crawl out onto the wooden surface. He picked up a limb and bit down hard, his eyes immediately changed to black, with a blood red pupil that seemed to swim in the black abyss. He sighed, contented and took another large bite. blood splattered over his cheeks and dribbled down the corner of his mouth, pooling out across the table in thick dribbles.

"E-England…?"

The nation flinched, whilst crouched over the table and heard a loud smashing sound coming from the doorway. He spun around, and there he was, the shocked nation whom he called his brother was lying on the floor. Broken china and flowers where scattered around him. His eyes where wide open and glazed over with fear. A small spill of blood coming from a cut on his forehead where the china had sunk in.

England looked in horror at the scene, too many thoughts whirling in his mind, too many things he needed to do right then that he couldn't decide on just one.

After a few seconds one simple sound escaped his mouth. Something that would put a stain on his usually immaculate dialect and he shall never admit to later.

"Oh no…."

England whispered in a panicked manner, as he scrambled towards the tiny nation's body, whilst wiping the blood on his face away with his sleeve.

America just lay there, absolutely silent. He looked over and saw he had cut his hand on one of the pieces of smashed china, and the blood was now seeping slowly into the thin petals of the dandelion that lay next to him, making them tainted and bloodstained.

Something about bloodstained daisies seemed so sickeningly sweet and romantic. Those were his last thoughts as he drifted off to sleep, a small smile gracing his lips.

Then he heard England murmur something as everything faded to black.

Hey! So... How was it?

I hope it was okay, this is the prologue and we're hoping to continue this story soon.

We really hope that Ghoultalia will become more popular in the future and we'll have more of it!

Thanks for reading :D

Pastaaa~