Heroes of Time
Chapter 1- A Storm at Sea
This was not a world of which we know, as most stories go.
This was a land where there were no humans, only nations. They co-existed with each other happily, many of them choosing to join together and form what they called an "Exploration Team" and discover new lands around them, and that was where this story began- and it marked the start of a grand tale.
The clouds swirled above, and you could hardly see your hand in front of your face in the dark of the night. Floods enclosed the two on all sides.
"H-Hang on," the older one commanded, grabbing the other's hand. "Don't let go!"
"I… I can't…"
"Wait, don't! Keep holding on!"
"N-No… d-drifting off…"
And with pure regret, the younger one could find no more strength to hold on and let go of the other's hand, quickly slipping off unconsciously into the ocean.
Canada trembled, standing in front of the iron door to the guild. He wasn't sure, but he hoped that this could quite possibly be the day he entered. But he had to gather his courage, and he needed something that lifted his spirits somehow.
Canada sighed, reaching for his bag and taking out a small rock. It didn't look like much at first glance, but the inscription on it told a story of it's own. It was his Relic Fragment, his own personal treasure. This was why he wanted to become and apprentice at Russia's guild- he wanted to become an explorer of grandeur, someone notable of legend that had discovered vast lands and unimaginable treasure- and the secret to his Relic Fragment. Canada put the stone back into his bag and looked at the door.
Pulling the long string next to it, he held his breath as he waited…
And waited…
And-
"Identify yourself, da~ze!"
Canada nearly jumped out of his skin, holding one hand against the door frame to steady himself.
"Identify yourself, da~ze!" The command came again, and once more, Canada determined he did not have the courage to do so, and instead, ran off.
From the side of the guild, a nation with silver hair looked around the side and smirked.
"Oi, Spain, did you see that kid? Looked like he had something valuable, didn't it?"
"Ne, didn't it?" The Spaniard that stood next to the other ran his fingers through his brown hair, green eyes gleaming. "What do you want to do about it, Prussia?"
"Why don't we go mess with that kid? Who knows, what he's got could be worth a lot of money! Kesesesese~"
The blond North American nation stepped lightly, making his way down to the beach where he often went to regain his thoughts. Sitting down and settling himself into the sand, he grinned slightly at the sight of bubbles floating across the ocean and above the beach, reflecting the golden light of the sunset onto the blue ocean below; it was one of his favorite sights, and he often came there when he was feeling sorry for himself. He liked it here; it was particularly calm today- until he looked over to his left, and then all hell broke loose in his mind.
Another nation lay unconscious on the sand, waves lapping at his gloved hand. The nation could have been Canada's twin, but he had bigger things to worry about at the points. Scrambling to his feet, Canada was quick to sprint over to the insentient nation and attempt to shake him awake.
"Hey, are you alright? Please wake up!"
The blond in the sand groaned, eyes opening as he looked up at Canada.
"…Who are you…?"
"Oh, thank goodness you're alright…" Canada let out a sigh of relief. "I'm Canada…"
The older nation sat up, rubbing his head.
"Yo, Canada. I'm America."
Canada laughed lightly, half out of relief and half out of the fact that he couldn't understand this guy. Unconscious in the sand one moment, awake and bubbly the next?
Standing, Canada offered his hand to America, who gladly took it and stood himself up, looking around.
"Where am I?"
"W-Well, you're at the beach… How did you end up passed out? Do you know? What do you remember before you blacked out…?"
"Uh… nothing. That's it. Sorry, bro."
"Um… I see…" Canada sighed lightly, a puzzled expression on his face.
'He's an odd nation. I don't know if I should trust him… or even be here talking to him, for that matter,' Canada thought. 'Oh, maple…'
"So then, what are you doing here?" America asked, looking like nothing had happened.
"Me? Well… I like to come here sometimes, I-" Canada was abruptly cut off as he was slammed in the back by someone's shoulder; as he and his bag were knocked to the ground, both America and Canada looked up in shock to see that it was none other than Prussia, who was being flanked by Spain.
"Hey! What was that for, bro? Why'd you go and do that to him?" America snapped, obviously furious.
"Kesesesese~ Isn't it obvious, kid? We just wanted to mess with him~!"
Canada coughed slightly, sitting up to find Spain rooting through the contents of his bag.
"H-Hey, that's…!"
"Ne, I know what it is!" Spain remained silent for a few more seconds before dropping Canada's bag and opening his hand to reveal the relic fragment.
"W-Wait! Why are you doing this?" Canada stood up, his balls in fists.
"'Cause I'm willing to bet my little bird that chuck of rock is one valuable artifact, kid. Catch you later!" Dragging Spain off with him, Prussia laughed the whole way as the two ran into a distant cave.
"Ohh…" Canada's eyes were brimming with tears as he clutched his chest, and America put his hand on Canada's shoulder.
"It's ok, bro. It was just a rock."
"I know it was just a rock, but…" Canada groaned slightly. "That rock is my personal treasure… it's my Relic Fragment…"
"Oh… man, I'm sorry about that…"
"W-will you help me get it back?" Canada looked up at America; the taller nation's face was unreadable for just a moment, until a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth and he broke out into a heroic laugh.
"Of course, man! That's what heroes do!"
A/N: Well then. I suppose listening to the greatest OST of all time and playing the awesomest video game ever made makes you want to write a crossover of it.
Seriously, man. Pokemon Mystery Dungeon is freaking AWESOME. The Explorers of Time/Darkness/Sky series was freakin' unbelievable. The music and the plot and the game play rivaled Chrono Trigger. CHRONO TRIGGER, bro. That game is amazin'. And PMD is better.
Anywho, if you've played this game before and you're a Hetalia fan, you're probably going to love this. Actually, if you're a Hetalia fan, you're probably going to enjoy this regardless of whether or not you've played the game, but... yeah.
Alright, I already have Grovyle planned out, but I want you guys to guess who Grovyle and Dusknoir are gonna be. I want your guy's input really badly; I'll be doing shout-outs in the next chapter and all that jazz, so... Just hang on, I guess.
Hope you guys liked this chapter and will keep on reading, and remember, reviews are love!
~Neko-chan