Heh, normally I wimp out when it comes to scary things (such as Zombies) but for some reason, I find Fatal Frame different. In fact, I watched an entire walkthrough of Fatal Frame III: Tormented. After watching the whole thing while I was currently in my Mega Man fandom obsessed mode, I decided to make this fic.

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Hopefully, I'll be able to complete it. Or at least update really slowly. For the most part, it's going to focus mainly on my ccharacter (who is an OC) as well as the Mega Man universe. Of course, it's going to involve the Fatal Frame III cast, but don't expect my character to be wandering around the Manor of Sleep too much.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mega Man, Hetalia (even though its AU) or the Fatal Frame series. I do, however, own, my OCs. Particularly the main character.

Chapter One

"Kristina, can I talk to you?"

Kris had been half way out of the classroom when the teacher's voice call over the rest of the students' excited cacophonies of school being over for the week made her freeze in place. She had known that this was coming, having felt the teacher's gaze on her the entire class, hence the fast attempted get away.

She briefly contemplated continuing on her way as if she hadn't heard her teacher in the first place when she was jerked backwards into the room by someone's tight grip on her upper arm. Kris whirled around to try and get the person to let go when she saw that it was Alfred F. Jones, one of her best friends, holding on to her and preventing her from making her get away.

If there was any way to describe Alfred, it would be that he was an ideal American. By that description, he was incredibly handsome with blond hair and blue eyes. And even though he wore glasses, it did not detract from his appearance. Apparently -if the words from the girls who wanted to get into his pants were anything to go by- it served to make him look even hotter than he already was without them.

And it wasn't just his attractive looks that drew people (mostly girls though there were a few boys mixed in as well) but his charismatic personality as well.

Alfred F. Jones was a loud, boisterous typical jock type sports specialist that could annoy you to no end if you weren't used to his typical declarations of being a hero and saving the day. But he had this spark that drew people towards him, even those he found him beyond irritating at the start.

But when Kris had turned to face him and tell him off for preventing her escape, he only stared back at her with uncharacteristic seriousness. His eyes were not sparkling with amusement like they usually were and they seemed to be conveying some sort of message: a message that said that she not attempt to walk out of the room... or else.

He jerked the hand that wasn't holding onto her towards the woman who was gazing in their direction, indicating that he wanted her to talk to Ms. Mercedes.

Knowing that she wasn't going to be able to get past Alfred without ripping her arm out of its socket-curse his insane super strength!- Kris went up to the teacher's desk with an expression that suggested she would have preferred jumping off a cliff over talking to her history teacher.

"You needed me for something?" Kris grounded out, ignoring the whispers around her and shooting her traitorous friend who was standing by the door a venomous look that said he would pay for his treachery later.

"Yes," Ms. Mercedes nodded. "Do you mind coming to my office with me? It won't take too long."

'Actually I do mind thank you very much,' Kris thought sourly but kept her mouth shut. She may have hated what the teacher was going to attempt to do, but Rita Mercedes was one of the few people she still genuinely liked these past few months.

"Fine." She muttered, not bothering to hide her displeasure.

The teacher smiled, but Kris noticed that it quite hadn't reached her eyes.

As soon as all of the students left the room when they got the hint that they were not going to get any more indication as to why the teacher wanted to speak to Kris for, the teacher and specifically mentioned student made their way to where the teacher's personal office was located. Once they got to the office, Kris slumped in the seat in front of the teacher's desk and waited for the on coming lecture/speech that the teacher no doubt wanted to force on to her.

"Chocolate?" The teacher asked, holding out a plastic container filled not only with chocolate but a variety of different sweets as well.

Kris stared at the container for a few minutes before giving into her teacher's demand of accepting the offering in front of her. She took two chocolate bunnies, unwrapping one of them and popping it into her mouth.

"So Kristina..."

'Here it comes,' The girl mentally retorted as she slowed down on chewing her chocolate bunny. 'The lecture on how she's concerned about me being so withdrawn from other people, that I'm skipping classes, ect. ect. ect.'

"I hear that several of my other colleagues have attempted to approach you, but you've manage to avoid them every time." The look in the teacher's eyes said that she knew that Kristy had been avoiding/ignoring them on purpose.

'Oh right, and me skipping all fifteen previous attempts of being dragged into someone's office. I would have thought that they'd have gotten the hint that I don't want to talk by now.' Kris thought sourly. Honestly, they should have gotten the hint when she ditched any attempt to contact her the seventh time.

"I have nothing to say." Short, sweet and simple. And it got the point across indefinitely.

Rita Mercedes looked at her with unreadable eyes and Kristy stared back, her own eyes revealing nothing about her true feelings.

"Are you sure?" The woman asked after a few minutes of silence had passed between them.

"Yes." There was nothing but conviction behind the student's voice. She would not talk and no one would make her otherwise, authority figure or not. "I'm sure."

Ms. Mercedes stared at Kris again before letting out a long sigh.

The side of Kris' mouth tilted upwards, though not in amusement but in annoyance as she felt a vein throb in her head. It pissed her off that everyone around her thought that they needed to intervene in her life because she was acting 'abnormally'. Yes, Kris was aware that she hadn't been herself for the past few months, but what the hell more did they want? Did they expect for her to just go back to... normal?

Besides, her grades were better than ever, she hadn't gotten into any fights lately... she would have thought that the teachers would have liked her better this way.

"I see." The teacher sighed again, making the vein in the girl's head throb even more. "Then I suppose I can't keep you in my office."

That made Kris raise an eyebrow. She was pretty sure that the teacher, like the rest, would force her to stay and 'open up'.

Seeing the confused look on the girl's face, the teacher sighed. "I can hardly force anyone who is adamant on not talking to talk."

Kris blinked. "Is that so?"

Without realizing it, the girl had already gotten out of her seat and was already slightly turned towards the door. This made Kris blink again, though she wasn't very surprised as this had been the norm for several months.

Seeing as she was already up, she made her way towards the door before she was stopped again.

"Kristina," The student looked over her shoulder at the teacher's concerned gaze. Concerned... and sad? "If you need to talk to someone, you can always come and find me in my office, alright?"

Kris' automatic reaction was to just walk out the door and slam it hard behind her but there was something in Ms. Mercedes eyes that made her pause and think twice about it. Then she just shrugged at the teacher and walked out, closing the door behind her gently.

Rita Mercedes leaned back in her chair, staring at the door her student had just left through before her eyes landed on a photograph that was sitting on her desk. In the photograph was her younger self standing next to a man who looked very similar to her.

"ALFRED F. JONES!"

Alfred knew he was screwed when he heard someone call out his name and saw Kris storming towards him, hazel eyes flashing with anger. Gulping at his friend's murderous intent that was directed at him, he stood his ground and faced her though he was shaking some what. Yes, he was one of the most athletic students in the school (next to that stupid commie) and he had super strength that left most people gaping at him but there was something about the way the dark haired girl was glaring at him that made him want to run.

And he wasn't ashamed. At all. He knew that his friend was capable of making the toughest guys cry.

Kris only called him by his full name and initial she when she was really angry with him and she looked down right pissed.

"Ah hah..." Alfred backed away when she came to a stop about just a few inches in front of him. "So what did Ms. Mercedes say?"

His friend twitched. "Nothing."

That caught Alfred off guard as his surprise over took his fear for the moment. "Wait, what do you mean she said nothing?"

Alfred had seen earlier teachers try to get Kris to speak to them but to no avail. He knew this because his friend had bitched to him and his sister about the teachers' poorly disguised attempts of trying to get her to spill 'what was on her mind'.

The girl rolled her eyes. "I meant what I said. She just asked me one question and then let me walk out."

"Seriously?"

Kris glared at him, an angry glint in her eye. "Yeah. Seriously. No thanks to you."

Alfred gulped again for the second time in ten minutes, putting his hands in front of him in a complacent manner hoping that she wouldn't clobber him for preventing her escape earlier. "Uh, yeah... about that. I can explain."

The boy rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish grin on his face.

"Mom... kinda made me do it. She said if I could, I should make you talk to someone. And..." He looked away. "I also kinda agree with her."

At the mention of his mother, Kris' expression blanked. She should have known that his mother was involved. Of course she would be; Annelise Williams-Jones was the English teacher at the school.

Alfred continued, ignoring his friend's blank stare.

"You kind of have to see it from our point of view."

"And what point of view would that be?"

"What he means is that you've become withdrawn and hardly talk to anyone, you don't do anything outside of going to school and you can't even look at me or Alfred in the eye if we're together in one place!"

Kris froze instantly at the interruption of the third voice. Crap.

Slowly, she turned away from Alfred and faced his sister.

His twin sister Madeline.

With soft blonde hair that was a lighter shade than her brother's and violet eyes, Madeline Jones' (Or Williams as she sometimes liked to be referred to by) physical features were already different from Alfred's. At the same time though, you could definitely see that they were related. They didn't have the same shade of hair or the same coloured eyes but they did have the same face, not to mention that they were both wearing glasses.

Kris instinctively looked down at the floor to avoid the violet accusing eyes that were staring a hole right through her when Madeline's words registered in her head and she forced her hazel eyes to look straight into her friend's, if just to prove some point.

As much as she wanted to deny Madeline's claims of avoiding her and Alfred, the former was right. Kris hadn't hung out with them for a while and if she could, she avoided them both altogether. And if she had to face them both at the same time, Kris' gaze tended to wander, tended to avoid looking at them.

It hurt to look at them. It also hurt to go home because she had to face Rock and Roll as well. Hell, it hurt to face Jazz. Both pairs and Jazz reminded her of something precious that she had lost.

Lost and was never getting back.

Okay, I'm done. Yes, I know that the beginning has nothing to do with the Mega Man series, but you'll get to see the other characters in the next chapter.

In case you haven't realized it yet, there is quite a bit of foreshadowing here and there. Care to point it out? Like what Kristy lost?