Author's Note: After a revisit to a certain series, I decided to experiment writing PMD-esque fanfic by crossing over that series with PMD (which is already a "crossover" to begin with (by concept, anyway)) before I can try my hand on my own PMD fic (if that's still possible).

I, for the life of me, can't adapt accents and most language-specific verbal tics in written media.

Chapter 1: Disappearance

It's a bright and sunny day. Nine nations are about to take a well-deserved vacation. But before that, they decide to hang out together one last time. Where exactly? In a chamber-turned-makeshift-meeting-room in America's mansion, of course.

"Dude! I just can't stop eating all these hamburgers!" America said.

"...You've been eating for a long time! A lot, too! I'd imagine your stomach rupturing at this point!" England complained.

"Hey! I made a new batch of pasta!" Italy exclaimed.

"I've made more of my usual delicacies, hoho!" France said.

"WHAT?! THIS ISN'T A FOOD-THEMED PARTY, MEETING, WHATEVER, YOU WANKERS!" England shouted angrily.

"What a really fun meeting, uhuh-huh-huh..." Russia said.

"Sometimes it's nice to meet each other one last time before we can do our own things for a long time. (Or at least, I hope Italy won't bother me.)" Germany said.

"...No one's paying attention to me? ...Anyone?" Canada speaks softly.

"Hm?" China spots Japan fiddling with his laptop.

"What is it, China?" Russia asked.

"...He has been doing that for a while."

Japan is seen sitting alone on a chair near a window. He appears to be either typing or programming something on his laptop. He seems to be very focused regardless. Suddenly, his laptop's screen begins to glow, followed with a pair of sinister-looking red eyes appearing on-screen.

"Wh-what..."

When China and Russia approach him, Japan immediately closes his laptop while sporting a slightly fearful look on his face.

"What's going on there? You've been working on your laptop for almost the whole time since this party's started. Is something wrong, aru?" China asked.

"Erm... It's... It's nothing..." Japan answered.

"Ahuh-huh. That means he was just lost in thought." Russia said.

"Sigh... I don't think that's the case... Also, your answer alone sounds unconvincing, aru..." China facepalms.

"...Really. It's nothing to be concerned about. I'll... join the others." Japan said as he stands up from his seat and leaves the two nations, going to chat with Germany.

"I'm sure something suspicious is going on in your mind, aru!" China exclaimed.

Meanwhile, England and France get into a fight yet again, Italy waves his white flag in panic, America tries (and fails) to be the voice of reason, while Germany can only facepalm after watching the whole scene, even when Japan is still chatting with him.

In the middle of the whole ruckus, Canada's phone suddenly rings.

*beep* *beep*

"Oh. A phone call? ...Um, excuse me, everyone. I have a phone call, so I can't really stay in the middle of all this noise. I'll be back soon." Canada said as he leaves the room the nations are in, all the while the others are still not caring about him.

Shortly after Canada left, Russia begins to feel uneasy.

"I sense something dreadful... Something more evil..."

"What are you talking about?" China asked.

"It's around here... somewhere..."

"...I think I'll walk away from you." China said as he does so.

Noticing Russia's negative expression, Japan begins to worry.

"No... I hope it has nothing to do with me..." Japan mumbled.

"What's wrong, Japan?" Germany asked.

"Uh. Um..." Japan is left speechless as he looks at the confused Germany.

Suddenly, a blinding light covers the entire room. In an instant, no nation is present in the large room anymore, leaving some mess caused by the dropped items like the previously-held cooking utensils, mobile phones... and a white flag.

A few moments later, Canada steps into the room once again only to see the slightly messy room with nobody in it.

"Hello...? Where is everyone? ...Is the party over?" Canada wondered.

Japan: "Hetalia!"