-This fanfiction is a parody of Axis Powers Hetalia and Spirited Away. If you don't like how that sounds, then please feel free to push the back button on your preferred internet surfing program.

-The idea of this fanfiction came from a nico nico video, sm9741497.

-This story is meant for EVERYBODY, so please, no yaoi related comments.

-The author's first language is Japanese, not English. So I'm sure there will be grammatical errors here and there in the fanfiction; please do not become a Grammar Nazi. If it really bugs you, please send me a message, but do not comment a whole rant about it in the reviews.

-This story may contain blood and gore in later chapters.

-Many characters may be OOC.

-This has nothing to do with real politics, history, countries, or anything as such.

-I'm sure this fanfiction will not bring cheery smiles to everyone's faces, but if you're a strong, kind person who is still willing to say "Yes, I'll read it for you", then please sit back and enjoy your stay.

Thank you!

CocoGirl

Chapter 1

"Italy… Wake up. You don't plan on sleeping the whole way there, are you?" A female's voice rang in the Italian's ears. The northern half of Italy's eyes opened slowly, reflecting the blur shown in his vision. It took him a while to remember where he was, and when he did, he frowned and sighed. He pushed himself up and looked out the window of the vehicle in which he rode in, noting the amount of trees and mountains surrounding them. "Ah, you woke up."

"I'm sorry, Hungary-san." Italy apologized, his vision clear now. "I didn't mean to fall sleep…"

"It's okay…" The female country said comfortingly. "You haven't slept in forever I bet… Don't worry, we'll try to find them today."

"I hope so…" Italy nodded, then looked to the driver of the vehicle they rode in. The raven-haired male country kept his eyes on the road, though; it was clear he was just driving around, no idea where he was. Hungary worriedly shifted her gaze to her husband and finally spoke up.

"Austria-san… We must be driving around in circles. I remember seeing those rocks that look like human faces…" She said, her face scrunching up in disgust as the rocks yet again passed by in her vision from the other side of the glass. Italy sighed, remembering how the Austrian told them earlier that day that he was the one driving, and that he didn't want to hear anyone whining about it. He remembered how Switzerland's face quickly seemed to lose color when Austria said that, and seemed to try and make his way out of joining them after it was decided as so.

"Silence," Austria demanded, trying to hide his nervous, shaking voice. "I'm sure you're just imagining things, Hungary. We have yet to pass this path."

At this, Hungary sighed heavily and just leaned back into her seat, trying to get comfortable. Italy felt a whimper build up in his chest, and he finally gathered enough courage to ask. "We still can't find them…?"

"No, we can't…" Hungary replied, looking out the window from the corner of her eyes. "It's just so weird… So many countries went missing at once…"

"One by one." Austria corrected, turning the wheel. Italy could've sworn he saw the same rocks only minutes ago. It was as if they were driving around in circles.

"Who exactly is everyone that's gone?" Italy asked, trying to refresh his memories. Hungary blinked and thought for a moment before she glanced at her fingers.

"Too many to count, really…" She said, taking out a piece of paper. She handed it to Italy, who took it carefully into his hands and studied it. It had the names of the countries gone missing, and he read one by one, out loud.

"Germany, Prussia, England, France, Spain, China, America, Japan, Canada, South Italy, South Korea, Taiwan, Hong Kong, Vietnam, Thailand, Lithuania, Latvia, Estonia, Russia, Ukraine, Belarus, Iceland, Sweden, Finland, Denmark, Norway, Egypt, Turkey, Greece, Australia, and Poland."

"Where have they all gone?" Austria complained, frowning. He turned the wheel again, only to be stopped by his wife, who commented with a small, "We just turned there," and grumbled before turning the other way. Italy folded the paper carefully and handed it back to Hungary, who folded it and placed it back into her pocket.

"It should be easier to find them though with more gone…" Italy commented, puffing his cheeks out. He then laid back down in the back seat, sighing, closing his eyes. He hadn't been sleeping since so many of his close friends went missing, and the rocking of the car from driving in the mountains was just enough to act like a rocking chair, or rather, bed, to him. Hungary glanced back to see Italy laying down again and opened her mouth to say something, but stopped herself when the Italian whimpered, "I hope they're all safe…"

"…" Hungary was silent at first, as if she was debating on what to say, but soon just nodded to him as he drifted back to try and catch up with his sleep. "I'm sure they all are…"

Italy didn't know how long he slept. When he woke up though, he knew he slept for too long. He violently pushed his figure up, popping his arm in the process and making him wince. Ouch. Not what he was quite trying to do. He rubbed his left eye as his right eye tried to clear his vision as soon as possible, only to wake him up to the fact that he was alone in the vehicle.

"Austria-san? Hungary-san?" He whimpered, quickly moving himself to check the front seats, only to confirm the fact that he was indeed alone. The Italian hesitated and looked back to where he slept, then to the door of the car. "…Did they leave me?"

There was no doubt, the two have left Italy in the car alone. Italy scooted himself to the door and opened it carefully before he climbed out. That was when his eyes caught something… Big. A tunnel.

"Ve…?" He blinked his amber hues, as if trying to wake up from a dream. He looked around to double check his surroundings, but nothing seemed out of place other than the huge tunnel entrance in front of him. Everything else around him were trees, trees, and more trees. Every now and then he could hear a bird or two, but of course, that meant nothing right now. The frightened Italian called out for Austria and Hungary once more before he noticed himself looking at the tunnel.

"Are they in there…?" He asked himself. Perhaps the two felt bad of waking Italy before, and had just left him… Or maybe, to be a bad scenario, they left him because they found him useless for the search in the first place. Italy couldn't help but to believe the bad scenario was the one more likely that happened and began to panic. If that was the case, then Italy had to shape himself up and help them search for the other countries! "W-Wait!" He called, running into the tunnel, "Austria-san! Hungary-san! Wait for me!"

The tunnel seemed very short, and within seconds, Italy found himself at the exit of the tunnel. He huffed and glanced up to the sky, trying to figure out why it was suddenly dark. The cold breeze welcomed the frightened nation, almost creepily, and pulled him further into its own world.

"Wow…" Italy couldn't help but to spill out, his mouth opening. He was in a town, with gate guards standing from the inside. Italy blinked and walked into the town, nervously glancing at the guards. The guards glanced back down at him coldly, making the poor nation whimper softly. He turned around and got ready to just leave the town, frightened by the guards, but was stopped by the sudden clang of swords in front of him. Italy wailed and stumbled back, his eyes wide. They almost sliced his face!

"You may not exit this town once you have entered." The guard on the left side of the gate growled. "I see you're a new person. You must first understand the basic rules of this town. You may not leave without permission."

"Permission?" Italy frowned in confusion. "What permission?"

"Permission given by the king of the town." The other man spoke. Italy glanced around. So… This was a kingdom? Sure didn't seem like any kingdoms he knew. It just looked like a small town he saw in Japan's neighborhood.

"The king?" He asked again.

"You will meet the king soon enough… If you survive long enough to do so, that is."

"I… I don't understand." Italy whined, standing up and brushing his pants. Ugh… and these were brand new! The guards now just stood still however, as if they were statues, and said nothing back. Italy couldn't help but to glance behind himself, confirming that he was indeed in just a small town. Well… He needed to meet a king, then?

"F-Fine…" Italy mumbled. "I'll go see the king…" He glanced back to the guards, in hopes to hear directions from them, but they just stayed still and silent, their swords blocking Italy from going past the gate.

The Italian sighed and began to walk through the streets of the 'kingdom'. Every now and then he saw a person walk by him, but when Italy tried to talk to them, they just acted as if they couldn't see him. Italy whimpered at the treatment and just kept walking, until he reached a bridge. On the other side of the bridge, he saw a building, a rather large one at that too. Tilting his head, as if trying to map the area he just walked through, Italy began to walk over the bridge, when a voice stopped him.

"What are you doing here?" The voice asked. Italy stopped and turned around, surprised that someone was now suddenly speaking to him after so many people ignored him, and almost jumped. He blinked when he saw a blonde man standing behind him. The man looked familiar, but Italy couldn't quite place a name on the person. Figuring it was his biggest chance to talk to someone and try to understand what was going on, he opened his mouth to respond, only to be cut off, "Go home. This isn't a place you should be wandering around at."

"But…" Italy tried to argue about the guards, but the man was already gone. Confused and afraid at how the man just disappeared like a ghost, Italy stared where the man stood, and began to quiver in fear. Trying to calm himself, he attempted to just at least remember who it was that he just saw. A blonde man… From so long ago… Very long ago, in fact.

Italy knew him. Those aqua-green eyes, long blonde hair, and a face that looked as if he was always mad… Italy just knew him, but couldn't place a name. Groaning in frustration, the Latino scratched his head. "Who was he…?" He asked himself, frowning.

"A newcomer?" A man asked the guards, who nodded to the male. The man blinked innocently before he questioned, "Does the king know about this?"

"We told him to go see the king if he wants to leave." One of the guards responded, looking to the other in worry. "We've been told to take care of things that way, sir."

"I know." The tall man nodded, understanding the guards. "Thank you for telling me. I'll need to report this to him."

"Ah… Yes, that's probably the first person we should've told that boy to go see." The other guard frowned, then bowed his head in apology. "I'm sorry, sir."

"Net, net. No worries, I'll tell him." The man laughed lightly, shaking his head. "You two just keep doing your job, if you don't want to get disposed of by the king."

"Yes sir."

"Has that little rodent been scampering around lately?" The man asked, tilting his head.

"No sir. We haven't seen him in a while…"

"I see… I guess it's okay to let To take over the job every now and then now, then."

"That'll be great, sir." One of the guards said happily. "We'll finally get a break!"

"Who said you will?" The male asked, blinking innocently. "I never said you'll get a break, you simply will just work another job."

"Agh…" The guards groaned. The man laughed childishly as the two men bowed their heads in defeat. "Yes sir, Ivan-sama."