Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters that are involved. I also do not own HetaOni or the game it was based on, AoOni.

A/N: Hello everyone! *Waves* Poison1234 here at your disposal!

Now, before we begin this story, I'd like to point out a few things. Firstly, the only character I own would be the OC that will be appearing. Other than that, everything should be the same. Secondly, once this story gets to Chapter 17, I'll be stopping because who knows when the game will continue? Cause I sure don't! I really hope it does though….

I might make a sequel if I feel up to it, though I can't guarantee anything. If procrastinating was a sport, I would have won several gold medals.

On a side note, I downloaded the English version by Pianodream and Neo-Kyno. It's really fun, though there was this one part, I'm not naming names. I was walking as Italy, minding my own business and then the thing came out of nowhere. Now, me being me, I looked up a walkthrough before and watched the let's plays and I knew it was coming. But it still scared the crap out of me! Oh dear God…. I could feel my heart pounding afterwards and I had let out this dying cat noise as I ran quickly to the bathroom. My dad walked in as I was freaking out and asked me what was wrong.

This game is awesome, but now I can't walk around my house at night without thinking that it'll jump me. That's the part that really sucks. I usually steal snacks from my kitchen cabinet… Wait, who said that?! You didn't hear any of that, okay? Good.

Narration

"Talking"

"Thinking"

Letters and Flashbacks

Japan felt a sad smile appear on his face as he watched Prussia and Germany bicker.

"Ve~ Japan? Is something wrong?" Japan jumped before looking over to Italy, the other nation wearing a confused expression.

Japan shook his head. "No, nothing. Don't worry about it."

Italy pouted. Noticing his expression, Japan raised his hands and once again told him that he didn't need to worry.

"Please Japan~?! I want to know why Japan is upset," Italy said. He grabbed onto Japan's arm looking up at him with large shiny eyes.

Japan blinked. "Is it that obvious?"

"I," he sighed, "I suppose I envy those two." He looked back over to the bickering brothers.

"Why? Why do you envy them," Italy asked, his head tilting curiously.

"They have a bond. A bond that is healthy and happy. Not like the one my own brothers and I share."

"Like who?" At this, Japan looked back to the Italian.

"The ones that I have…. Problems with," he replied, adjusting his backpack.

"Ve~…. One of them is China, right?" After a short silence, Japan nodded.

"Well, look at those two!" Japan looked. Germany and Prussia were still fighting, though now Germany had Prussia in a headlock and the older was laughing as he attempted to escape his younger brother's grasp.

"Brothers fight all the time; Germany and Prussia, the Nordic brothers, even my fratello and I," Italy continued. "We may fight all the time, but we still care for each other, you know?" Japan slowly nodded.

"Well, you still care for the other, even though you had your fights in the past! I bet China feels the same way!" Japan stared before sighing once more. Italy tilted his head again.

"What's wrong now?" Japan looked away. Italy seemed to understand because he grasped both of the Asian's hands in his own.

"I doubt Pakistan is mad at you either," he said seriously. Japan looked up into the other's eyes. Italy smiled.

"If anything, she cares about China too and just wants him to be happy. You're his little brother Japan, he took care of you, raised you to be who you are today. Pakistan knows this and she probably wants you to come home too." Japan stared as Italy continued to smile.

"Oi!" The two looked up to Prussia who was waving at them.

"Ve~! We're coming!" Italy let go, running past all the pedestrians. Japan watched before smiling. "Looks like Italy-kun's growing up."

"Come on Japan!"

"H-Hai!" The Asian nation hurried to catch up with his friends.

"I can't wait," Prussia was saying as Japan finally reached them, Germany having let go of him. He had a large grin on his face, looking up at the mountain that the four were making their way towards.

"Do you really think it's there," asked Germany, his normally stoic face twisted into an expression of disbelief. Prussia snorted.

"Well, there's only one way to find out, right?" The albino laughed, throwing his head back.

A deserted house on a mountain about three hours on foot from the world meeting place. No one knows how long it has been there or who used to live in it. Rumours said that it was haunted.

"Ve~! It's really here~!" Italy stared up at the large marble white building with wide eyes, a hand brought up to cover his eyes from the setting sun's glares. His companions also stared, their own expressions varying from surprise to disbelief.

"I thought it was just a rumour," Japan said, crossing his arms, his eyes travelling from window to window, the dark contrasting with the white. "I never thought that we would actually find it."

"It has such a desolate feel," Prussia added, a grin on his face. "Not bad, not bad at all~!"

Germany rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

"I don't think it's very interesting, though."

"Me neither," Japan agreed. "Can't we just look at it from outside and then go back?"

Prussia turned to the Asian man, a devious smirk on his face and an eyebrow raised. His bangs moved out of the way his eyes with the motion of his head.

"What is it Japan? Are you scared~?"

Before Japan could respond, Italy interrupted with a cheerful grin.

"Prussia's right guys~! I mean, what's the point of leaving after all the trouble that it took to find this place? C'mon, let's just go in for a little while! Ve~!"

Germany frowned, sharing a wary look with his Asian friend and fellow nation before Italy grabbed onto his arm and dragged him to the door. Prussia had an excited grin on his face, ignoring the fact that the doors opened without any assistance from him as he walked in as if he owned the place. Italy followed behind the former nation, his grip still on Germany as the man told him to let go. Japan was right behind them, an amused smirk on his face. Germany sent a glare to the Asian, who simply raised an eyebrow.

The doors closed behind them once all four had made it inside. The four nations continued further into the house, looking around with wide eyes at the surprisingly clean interior.

"It's cleaner than I thought," Italy said, his hand dropping from Germany's arm.

"H-Hey, can we go now?" Japan raised an eyebrow to the other nation, blinking slightly in disbelief. Germany was nervous?

"What's the matter West? You scared?" Prussia's mocking smirk had returned.

A loud crash was heard from the right corridor, making Italy jump into Germany's arms, Prussia's head swinging around to stare down the hall. Japan flinched in surprise, stiffening. Suddenly, the bag on his back felt heavier, even though the only thing inside was his World War 2 uniform (What America wants, America gets. This time, he wanted to remember "The Good Ole' Days". It was a bit awkward for the Axis, but they slowly got used to it.) and a few mangas.

"L-Look, we really should go now," Germany replied, his eyes darting around the hall to the door, to the stairs, and down the dark corridor that the noise came from. The Asian nation rolled his eyes.

"Oh don't be silly," he scoffed. "It's not like there are any ghosts or anything. Where's your common sense?" He began to wander off down the hallway to investigate.

"He probably left it outside," Prussia replied snickering. Germany glared at his brother, smacking him in the head.

"Ve~! Be careful Japan," Italy called. The other nation just waved him off.

"I know," he replied. "I'll just go and see what happened. I'll be right back."

As he continued down the hallway, he saw a door on his left side. Japan quickly jogged over to the door. Stopping, he examined the knob before reaching out and attempted to turn it. It wouldn't budge.

"It's locked," he muttered with a frown before turning to continue down the hall. Reaching another door, Japan turned the knob and entered the room. It was rather dark and after a lot of stumbling he finally found the light switch. The lights turned on and he was greeted with a clean kitchen. Japan suddenly felt uneasy, his eyes slowly examining the room. His attention turned to another door and he quickly made his way to it. He turned the knob, but it refused to open.

"It won't open," he thought frowning. Backing away, he looked over to the kitchen table. His eyes continued to scan the room, finally resting on the broken plate on the floor. Japan walked over, stooping down to take a closer look.

"What could have broken it? I have to be careful not to hurt myself," he thought, picking up largest piece from the pile and placing it in his backpack. He took one last look around the kitchen before leaving to return to the others.

Once he reached the front hall once more, the Japanese man took a double take. Japan's eyes warily scanned the area.

"Did they leave after all?" He looked around again, sighing, "How regrettable." He made his way to the front door and pushed. Japan frowned, his expression darkening. He tried pulling it, but it still wouldn't budge.

"It…. Won't open?" He let go, staring at the wooden entrance. Finally, Japan began to bang on the door, fear creeping into his mind.

"Prussia-san?! Germany-san?! Italy-kun?! Open the door! Can you hear me?!" He received no answer. A chill rushed through him as he glanced around warily. "Looks like I'll have to find another way out…."

Japan decided to check out the hall on his left, finding another door. However, like some of the other doors that he saw, it was locked ("What's with all the locked doors," he couldn't help thinking). Finally, he reached the end of the hall and froze, his eyes widening and his hands beginning to shake. In front of him was some kind of…. Thing. He wasn't sure what it was. It was much taller than him, its skin a sickly grey colour.

"W-What was that?" Japan continued to shake, even though the thing was gone. "I-I don't want to think about it."

"I'm just getting old, I'm just getting old," he muttered, quickly checking out the next room, a bathroom, and hurried away back down the hall. He continued to investigate (completely ignoring the door the creature went into) before making his way to the second floor. Three out of the six doors were unlocked and Japan investigated each one thoroughly. However, only two held things that surprised him.

"T-This is-!" Japan lifted up the whip, some of the parts unraveling. He could recall a time during the Second World War when Germany took it out while he was over at Japan's house. "Germany-san's whip! What's it doing here?"

He looked down to the green comforter of the bed. Staring, he could feel blood rushing to his cheeks as he imagined some rather…. Disturbing images about his two friends. Shaking his head, Japan hurriedly put the whip into his bag. "Now is NOT the time for yaoi!"

"Well then," he cleared his throat, "if Germany-san's whip is here, than the others should be around here somewhere…. Right?"

In the third room, Japan carefully looked around. He made sure that the door was locked behind him (just in case, he had a really bad feeling about that thing) before continuing his search. A yellow curtain caught his attention and made his way towards it. Slowly, he pushed it aside and gave out a shocked yell as something stumbled out.

Japan pushed open the door and locked it, carefully making sure that he didn't spill the glass of water (though he wasn't too sure if it actually was water) in his hand. He hurried to Germany, the other nation looking very pale and shaken on the floor.

"Here Germany-san," Japan said, handing the water to his friend. The German took the glass but paused.

"Are…. Are you sure this is water?"

"Judging by the colour…. Probably."

"I-I see…." Japan watched as Germany gave another suspicious glare at the contents of the cup before downing it in one gulp. Handing it back to the Asian man, who then put the glass onto a nearby table, Germany stood from the floor.

"Sorry for falling apart like that," Germany said. "I'm feeling a bit better now."

"That's good to hear. Where are the others?" Germany frowned.

"I'm not sure. We all ran for our lives, and those two went in different directions….. I think." He sighed. "Sorry, give me a moment to pull myself together." Japan nodded.

"Alright, take your time. I'll go look for the others." Before Japan could leave however, Germany placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Take this," he said, holding out a brass key to the Asian. "I found this while I was running. It'll certainly be of more use to you then to me." Japan took it, nodding determinedly as Germany returned to the closet. He examined it closely, turning it over in his hands. It was certainly an old key, the brass on it was slowly rusting. He could make out some carvings on it, though he wasn't sure on what it said. Rubbing at it, Japan could finally read the words:

Library, First Floor

"This place has a library? Hmm, if I had time I would probably look over what books they have," Japan muttered to himself as he made his way down the stairs. Some of the steps creaked when he put his weight down, making him wince. Once he reached the last step, he began investigating once more.