A/N: HOLY SHIT, WHY THE FUCK AM I DOING THIS?! THIS CROSSOVER DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE! -''
Anyway, yeah, knowing the crossover geek I am, here, a Hetalia and Castlevania crossover! Nice job, me...
So yeah... OH, and read the A/N at the end of the story! It's important for the story progression! And, some details about sending in characters which appears in multiple games (like those who appear in Judgment)
Alright... *inhales* HERE I GO!
Enjoy~!
When Two Worlds Meet- II-...
C.1: Eric Lecarde meets Spain!
Spain's house, garden...
It's blistering hot today, here at Spain, but that didn't stop the personification of Spain itself from doing what he does best!
Growing tomatoes!
Romano isn't here today, so Spain has no one to help him right now. But who knows? Romano might come along sometime later to help him. Or someone else.
What he doesn't know, is he's in for a suprise.
Spain's house, living room...
A young boy wearing a sort of black suit stirred awake. He grunted a bit before getting up into a seating position. He rubbed the back of his head, and opened his eyes. He looked around. The room is dark, and the curtains are drawn closed. But the young boy can alreday tell where he is.
Inside someone's bedroom.
"Huh...? Wait...," He thought out loud. Wait a second... He didn't remember going anywhere this morning! Panicked, the young boy ran towards the curtains (while clumsly tripping over something once), and yanked it open. Bright sunlight immediately came pouring in into the room, stinging the boy's eyes and forcing him to close it for a second to let it adjust.
He's not in his home, he knows that much. He took a second look outside.
Fields. Planted with tomatoes?
Ok, definietly not his house. Or anywhere near it. He then took a second look inside. With the sunlight now illuminating the room, he could easily tell he isn't at home. The room itself look simpler-no, modern.
Ok, he's not home, he didn't go here, so that only leaves one other possibility: Someone brought him here.
If that's the case, then he needs to find a way out. And fast.
He looked around the room again, and found his spear lying on the floor. He picked it up with ease, having been used to the over-sized spear's weight and waving it a bit, so that the steel wings (decor, I think?) attached close to the blade will close. Once he's done, he proceeded to get out of the room and start searching for a way out of the house.
He walked around the corridor. The sunlight illuminated the room, but also heated it. It's really blistering hot in here! Even the young boy is starting to sweat.
The young boy finally arrived at a set of stairs. He wiped the trail of sweat coming from his forehead with his sleeves and started running down the stairs.
At the same time, Spain ran out of fertilizer. He needs to get back inside and get some more. So he went inside through the back door, took off his dirty boots, and stepped inside. Just then, he heard footsteps coming from the front of the house. He raised an eyebrow. Romano?
The young boy arrived at the bottom of the stairs. He immediately ran to the door in front of him, thinking it's the front door. Whoever bought him here isn't very smart to let his captive run like this.
"Hey!"
That shout. Oh shit, he's been caught! Acting on instict, he ran to the door and yanked at the doorknob.
Locked.
'Damn it!' He thought and tugged at it some more. Futile. The door is locked, and there's no way it'll open anytime soon. Shortly after, he felt a pair of hands gripping his shoulders, and before you know it, he's turned forcibly by the other person there, facing him.
"Who are-eh?" Spain said, but was surprised to see that the intruder is just a young boy with long, blonde hair tied to a pony tail with a blue ribbon.
"I should be asking you the same thing!" The young boy retorted with a scowl. Spain gently let go of the boy's shoulders, with a hint of pink showing up on his face. Okay, why does he feel like France all of a sudden? And, it is pretty embbarasing to do that to someone, to say the least.
The young boy dusted off one of his shoulders. His shoulders are throbbing slightly. Man, that guy has an iron grip!
Spain and the young boy just stood there, feeling awkward, before Spain decided to break the silence.
"So, uh... mind telling me who you are, again?" He said, with a slight hesitation, and a softer voice compared to before.
"Umm... yeah, about that...," The young boy began,"I uh... don't really remember anything," he continued.
At that last sentence, something clicked on Spain's head. He suddenlly felt like he's going through a sort of de ja vu. Hasn't this happened before?
The young boy, on the other hand , is digging through his memories in hopes of remembering at least something about how he got here. He's drawing in a blank, though.
"Listen," Spain began. The boy snapped out of his thoughts and turned towards the person in front of him.
"Why don't you just start from before you got here?" Spain continued. The young boy perked up a little at this. The events just before he got here? Now that he remembers.
"Alright," he said, and started explaining.
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"...And that's all I remember. After that, I think I blacked out," the boy said. Spain noticed something throughout his explanation. Everything was normal until he blacked out. Well, normal, if you don't count suddenly meeting with a stranger who claims that both have been sucked into a "time rift".
But what really caught his ear was the last part. "After that, I think I blacked out."
He's heard several accounts like that before. And through that, he was finally able to peace everything together. This incident is happening again. For a fourth time. Seriously? What?
"Arrgh, England, what is wrong with those spells of yours?!" Spain suddenly said, leaning back on the sofa he's sitting on, facepalming. The young boy just sat there, confused.
Wait, did he just say "England" in that sentence?
"Alright, mind explaining to me who you are, now?" The young boy asked him in a tone that made it sound like he's suspecting something. And Spain knows exactly what that is.
"Alright, fine. You might want to get a stool though. This might take a while," Spain said, closing his eyes and scratching the back of his head whilst smiling while he talked. The young boy just sweatdropped.
"I am sitting on a sofa, you know," the boy said in a monotone-like voice, and inside, he's thinking "idiot..."
"Ahaha, yeah... sorry," Spain said, while sarcastically thinking 'smart move, me...', and started explaining.
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The boy just sat there in bewilderment. Personification of a nation. A whole nation. And what's this abut him living for as long as this nation itself has existed?! No one can live that long!
"H-hey, you alright...?" Spain asked, waving his hand in front of the boy's face. The boy snapped out of his thoughts, and then looked to the side.
"Oh, uh... sorry...," he said. "I still can't believe what you just said. How is that even possible?" he continued. Spain sighed.
"Yeah, I understand. It's hard to get it, really...," Spain said, inhaled, and continued ,"but, you'll understand it soon enough."
"So, you're saying that I'll get out if we see the personification of England?" The young boy said.
"Yeah," Spain nodded ,"But, we won't get to see him until the next world meeting, which is in around 1 more week," he continued. The boy nodded in understanding.
"Oh, and what's your name?" Spain asked.
"Eric," the boy answered ,"Eric Lecarde."
Inside the time rift!
"Huh, that's weird...," A young man thought out loud ,"Why hasn't anyone come yet?"
It's been a very long time since he first came into the time rift, and Aeon still hasn't seen anyone come into the clock tower. Not even the person he fought last, which is Eric Lecarde-in his younger years.
He kind of regretted not bringing the older Eric here. At the age he got him from, he's good with the spear already, yes, but is still honing his skills. Plus, he's rather... annoying to say the least.
A sort of golden coloured portal then opened up, and out came Aeon's comrade, Saint Germain.
"Uh, Aeon?" He called. Aeon turned towards him with a tired expression, the bags on his eyes looking heavier than before.
"What is it?" He asked. Saint Germain cleared his throat before continuing. "Well," he began ,"one of the 13 soul keys you sent here seems to have dissapeared," he continued. Aeon raised one eyebrow at this.
"What?" He asked.
"You haven't noticed, have you?" Saint Germain asked back. Aeon shook his head. Wait a second, they're all trapped here! How can one of them escape, just like that? Even both of them can't!
"How could they have escaped like that? Aren't we all trapped here?" Aeon said, still with his calm voice, but with a bit of concern added in it. Both Saint Germain and Aeon knew the consequences of losing the soul keys. Well, sure both of them could fight it, but then there'll be a big chance that Galamoth and the Time Reaper would succeed in their plans.
"Alright, I'll go look for him," Aeon said, summoned a sort of portal, and went inside of it. Saint Germain sighed. Both knew this wasn't possible. No one, not even they, who are time travelers, could escape this place unless the time reaper itself is destroyed.
A question kept on running through their heads, though, which came out of the blue. What of the other timelines? Are they going through the same thing?
If yes, then shit, they have got a lot to correct later on.
-To Be Continued-
A/N: Ok, good, it's finished. Right, now on to how this story will progress.
To put it plain and simple, you guys will get to chose who (from the Castlevania series) meets who (From Hetalia)! But, you only get to choose who goes into the story next, 'cuz I'll write how it'll all go down. Oh, if you don't know either series, I can decide for you! Like, for example, if you want to send in someone from the Castlevania series, but doesn't know anything about Hetalia or vice versa, you can just write down who you want to send in, and I'll decide who will meet them for you.
And, now about the characters from the Castlevania series which appears multiple times, like Eric (Bloodlines, PoR, Judgment)! See, this fic won't be restricted to Judgement only, but you can send in people for other games in the series, as well as the same person multiple times, if they appear in different games in the series. If you think about it, in chronological order, Castlevania has one big "history" behind it, right? So it's kind of like sending in the same person from other timelines. But if you want to do that, do specify which series your going to send that person from. If you don't, then I'll choose for myself.
Lastly, I decided to go for Eric from Judgment first, and decided to watter down his personality a bit, just to make him a little less annoying.
So yeah, long fucking A/N is done, and I'll see you guys next time! Leave a review, and thanks! See ya!