Okay, so this is our very first crossover fic ever, and we're really damn proud of it! This is going to take place during a Bioshock 2-esque timeline, but much later and without Subject Delta ever reviving. So basically that means Eleanor and Sophia Lamb have both ruled Rapture for many decades with an iron fist. But after they died, no one was alive to rule. So Rapture fell into complete chaos. They still retain the customs of the lamb Cult/Rapture Family. That means Big Daddies and Sisters, Little sisters and lots of Splicers. Splicers cannot reproduce, so the Big Sisters resorted to capturing adults as well, to become Splicers through a forcefully large dose of ADAM that would make them severely addicted, and the cycle continues.
There will be only two important OCs, a little sister and a big sister. Only one crossover pairing. Lots of FRUK and ROCHU. Also GerIta, but The Axis aren't the main focus of this. I remember when the cast consisted of Axis, Allies, Sealand, Latvia, Canada, Romano, Nordics, Switzerland and Liechtenstein. It's definitely gone down a lot, and most certainly for the better.
We don't own anything in this fic except for the storyline, Katie and Lorrie.
That was really long xD Now enjoy the awesomeness that is Rapture.
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"Veeeee~ Doitsuuuuuuuu" Italy called, "come here!"
"What is it Italia?" The German replied angrily.
"I got tickets for a big fancy boat ride!" The hyper brunette called
"Where to?"
"I dunno...just a big boat ride I suppose. It's a big fancy boat with a pool and food and...stuff. Do you want to come with me, Ludwig?"
"No Feliciano, I'm busy"
"Oh Doitsuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~" He was cut off.
"Fine, if you stop begging I will go" He said with a sigh
"Yeaaaaaaaaaa~ It's gonna be so much fun, Ludwig! We're gonna eat yummy food and dance and hang off the front of the boat like the Titanic people!" As Feliciano ran off to pack, Ludwig had the strangest feeling he had no idea what he was getting into. He ignored the feeling and continued filing paperwork. Maybe a vacation was what he needed.
"Wow this is going to be so cool" America said over the railing of the ship. Seagulls flew by and he waved to them. They were just leaving Southampton port, on their way to pick up the rest of Alfred's guests.
"Alfred, where to bloody hell is this thing going?" Arthur stood proudly at the front of the ship, still a captain in his own right. But ships had changed since his pirate days, and he still wasn't quite used to the lack of rocking around. As such he stood solid as a brick.
Alfred grinned. "Well we're going to go get a bunch of other friends and have fun on this cruise ship."
The Englishman narrowed his eyes. "What friends?"
"I dunno. I invited everyone."
"WHAT?" England shrieked and grabbed the American's collar, ready to strangle him. He was NOT going to spend a week on this ship with everyone.
"Heeeyyyyy. Calm down! Only a few people accepted!"
Arthur let Alfred go, still angry. "...Who, then?"
Alfred thought for a second. "Ummm...You, Francis, Mattie, Peter, Feliciano, Ludwig, Kiku, Yao and Ivan."
Arthur sighed. Ten people. At least not EVERYBODY was attending. But still, this was going to be a long cruise. Beside him, Peter was yelling out the lyrics to "I'm on a Boat" by The Lonely Island.
"I'M ON A BOAT! I'M ON A BOAT!
EVERYBODY LOOK AT ME, 'CAUSE I'M SAILING ON A BOAT!
I'M ON A BOAT! I'M ON A BOAT!
TAKE A GOOD HARD LOOK AT THE MOTHE-"
"PETER!"
"...What? I was GOING to say fudge." Peter rolled his eyes and continued to sing the song, censoring the profanity with "fudge", under his breath. He stopped every time Arthur gave him an angry glance. This cycle continued until all the guests arrived. Peter then ran off, probably to the pool which was most likely unsupervised. Oh great.
Matthew wandered the deck for a while. The evening summer air was slightly chilly, but the cold didn't faze him. The Canadian had been in much worse weather before. He turned a corner to find Ludwig and Feliciano, standing on the bow of the ship like Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet in the movie Titanic. The Italian was laughing and seemed to be having a great time. Ludwig, however, was muttering about how they might fall. Feliciano ignored him. Matthew decided to leave the two in peace. But he still listened carefully for cries of help. Just in case. Feliciano didn't have very good balance, anyways.
Sure enough, Matthew found Peter at the pool. And sure enough, there were no lifeguards. But being a nation surrounded by the ocean all his life, it wasn't like he needed one. Peter waved to Matthew from the top of the water slide before zipping down, cheering loudly.
"Hi Matthew! This pool's GIGANTIC! Where the heck is everybody else?"
Matthew waved back. "Not sure. Maybe they're all eating."
Peter made a cupping motion over his ear. He couldn't hear him. But Matthew ignored it and continued wandering. Sometimes, invisibility was his best quality. Oh god! Why did he think that? Oh god, why did he think that? He beat at his head, embarrassed, and wished he didn't have such a pervert like Alfred as a brother.
In the restaurant, Kiku and Yao were showing off in what seemed to be a cooking competition against Francis. The judges were Arthur and Ivan. Arthur was watching, but obviously drunk. He was sprawled over the table, glaring blankly at everything. Matthew sat down next to his drunken father. "Who's winning," Matthew asked.
"Hmmm?" Arthur raised his head. "Oh. I dunno. Maybe I ammmmmmm." He crashed back down on the table, asleep. Matthew smiled. His father was kind of funny when he was drunk. He waved at Ivan, who smiled back. He was on much better terms with the Russian than his brother was. Matthew supposed they were technically brothers too. People liked to call Matthew, Ivan, Berwald, Tino and Lukas the "sons" of General Winter because of their cold weather. It seemed a little silly to Matthew, but at least he had people who sympathized with him about ridiculously chilly Januaries. Still lost in thought about it, he stood and wandered off. Nobody noticed him leave except for Francis, who gave his son a friendly wave. But, for once, Matthew didn't notice it.
Matthew found Alfred in his room, looking out the window and surprisingly quiet. The American looked up when his brother opened the door, but still said nothing.
"Is something wrong, Al?"
Al hesitated. Something was definitely wrong. "Mattie…I did something. Something really bad."
Matthew tilted his head slightly in confusion. "What did you do?"
"I-"
Suddenly the entire boat leaned over dangerously as it veered into a very sharp turn. The angle of the boat was too steep and it suddenly keeled over. Matthew grabbed his twin brother to shield him from the flying furniture. He felt something hit his head and the world went dark.
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Matthew woke up to find himself on the side of the boat with everyone else. He noticed Peter was still in his swimming trunks. His clothes would not be recoverable. He clung to Arthur tightly, shivering. Then he heard Alfred shouting to everyone.
"Guys! He's awake! Oh thank god you're alright, Mattie!"
Matthew rubbed his head, which was screaming in pain. He felt a large bump on his head. When he drew his hand away, he saw blood. Alfred was yelling orders to everyone, but Matthew's head was too fuzzy to hear it. Suddenly he felt himself being yanked up into a standing position. "Al, what's g-going on?"
Alfred looked at him, genuinely terrified. "The boat turned over. We gotta jump ship."
"And go where?"
Al pointed to somewhere up ahead. There was a lighthouse, standing tall and strong, in the middle of the sea. "We'll be able to stay there until we can call a rescue team. Hold on to me, Mattie. We're gonna jump now." Matthew felt a sharp tug on his hand and he found himself falling. Still disoriented, he didn't feel himself hit the water. But when he resurfaced, he instinctively gasped for air. The cold brought him to his senses and he slowly followed Alfred to the lighthouse. When he looked back, he saw everybody else swimming. The boat was gone.
When they reached the lighthouse, everyone collapsed onto the platform, gasping for air. Matthew soon noticed the wind and rain. It was a storm. He weakly stood up. "Come on guys, we need to get inside." Everyone stared blankly at him. They were obviously very tired. Matthew sighed. "Guys, would you kindly get up and we'll go inside?"
Almost immediately, Alfred stood and walked to his brother's side. "…C-come on, guys. Mattie's right. We, um, have to get in! We'll freeze to death or something." This seemed to motivate everyone inside. Matthew looked warily at Alfred. Something was a little…off. But right now, he was too tired to care. Once inside, he sat down and instantly fell into a long and dreamless sleep.
So that's the first chapter! Next time, our heroes trek into a strange submarine and find themselves in a true night mare! Hope you enjoy the rest of this fic!
Squiggles out.