Goldenstar-Polska: Hi guys~! This is my new Fic, it's a crossover between Alice of Human Sacrifice and Hetalia. I know, I've seen some of this, anyway, but this one will be different. It has some twists and turns here and there, so it follows the song, but it's a little bit different, to make it more interesting. So yeah. I have a main project, In the Depths of Despair, but while I'm waiting for my friend to finish writing her part, I'm going to do this while I'm bored. So, check out my other fiction, if you like this one~!

Summery: After a country disappearance, he vows to take revenge, so that nobody forgets him. Where does this take the characters? A cross-over between Alice of Human Sacrifice (Vocoloid) and Hetalia.

Warnings: None in this chapter, yet.

Goldenstar-Polska does not own Vocaloid, or Hetalia.

Onwards~!

The meeting started, as usual.

"Alrighty!" A blonde man with glasses called out, and the room quieted down. "Everyone here?"

"Why do you always insist on leading these meetings, America?" a person yelled out. "Can't someone more sophisticated lead them?"

"Why do you always interrupt me, England?" America retorted, mocking the English man's accent.

"H-h-hey!" England said.

At the back of the room, there stood a man. He blinked. I awfully wish that I was a part of these meetings again. He thought to himself. Looking around, he thought of the good old days. The figure sighed. America, England, and France were fighting, Switzerland and Japan were arguing, and heck, as the same old, Greece was snoring. I guess it never changes, does it? The person thought. But still. It was way more enjoyable when people actually acknowledged that I was there. The man felt very distant. Although he was there at the moment, nobody would see him. At all. He never had much love when he actually existed, but nonetheless, it was better having a body than just being a spirit.

Being a country was fun while it lasted, didn't it? The figure thought. He couldn't help but feel sorry for himself. He remembered. Everything. From the time his country grew weak, to disappearing all together. The man shifted. He appeared in people's dreams often, since he had nothing to do all of the time. My name does not matter anymore. He sighed. Why bother calling myself the country, if it does not exists anymore? I shall call myself a dream, since in fact; I am nothing more than a dream.

The dream stiffened. Nobody remembers me anymore. He nervously thought. Not even when I visit them in my dreams. I don't want to disappear. How can I make people notice me…?

The dream sat down on an unoccupied chair, carefully choosing. He wouldn't want to be sat on, even though he wasn't solid, having someone sit in him was certainly not pleasant.

"STOP AGREEING WITH AMERICA, JAPAN!" A familiar voice broke the dream's train of thought. Looking for the voice, he found Japan blushing, with Switzerland looking cross.

"Ve~ Germany, can't we go and get some pasta instead?" the dirty blonde Italian asked the German.

"I'm totally awesome!"

"FOR THE LAST TIME, IT'S LEARNT YOU GIT!"

"D'n't touch m' w'fe."

"Come on, Romano. You know you want to…"

The noise was getting louder and louder, and the dream found that it was hard to hear his own thoughts.

"EVERYONE, SHUT UP!" a loud voice startled the man. He looked up, seeing Germany look cross. The blonde sighed. "Why, EVERY TIME, do we end up bickering? We might as well stop meeting up, anyway, since we never resolve any conflicts. We just end up fighting amongst ourselves." The room fell silent nervously. Some nations exchanged tense glances. As much as they have seen the German snappy, they've never seen him this annoyed before.

"We all know," the strong-built blonde continued. "That if we lived in our own world, it'd be perfect, to each of us." Germany scanned the room, seeing everyone in their dreamland.

The dream thought of his. All around him, everyone acknowledging him as both a person and a country, his old friends around him with happy faces…

"Now." Germany continued. "It must be nice. Think of being in someone else's dreamland." It was frightening how quickly the atmosphere could change. Everyone looked more edgy. "As some of you might have imagined, that world is not much different from our world meetings." Many members nodded. "So, may we please cooperate, for once, instead of dealing with our own individual problems?"

All of the nations agreed with the German. ("Pfft." Romano scoffed. "The potato is bastard's right.") Therefore, Germany continued. "You know the drill. 8 minutes for talking, raise your hand, and no side talk."

Germany's inspiring words sparked the perfect idea for the dream. People, they want their own ideal world, do they? The dream recalled how when he, himself was a nation, he would just wish that other countries would stop arguing, and go with his idea.

But of course, everyone went with America's idea. The dream strongly envied him. But, his hate emotions got the best of him. He's so loud, all of the time. The dream rolled his eyes. It was also him that fought over my territory first, as if he regretted nothing.

But this plan was genius. Pure gold. Full proof. Many countries will remember him now. Even though I might not exist, that doesn't mean that me, myself, has disappeared. The dream chuckled, a little bit creepily. Yes. America, you won't forget me. We had way too many fights for you to just push me away. The figure grinned evilly. People always underestimated him while he was alive. America. You will regret this.

I'll let the humans stray into me,

And create their own world.

Next Chapter: The first Alice will be introduced. Find out who soon~!

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