DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia, HetaOni, Ao Oni, or anything else. I suppose I don't own most of these characters either, as several of my friends created them.
This is essentially going to be HetaOni, except with a slightly different plot and the personifications of nations from the online game NationStates. There will still be Steve, the...erm...I won't put any spoilers in this part. However, if you haven't played through a large portion of HetaOni yet, or at least watched a Let's Play or animation for a large part of it, I'd recommend not reading this unless with have no issue with spoiling a large part of the story line.
Quickly, here are the descriptions of most of the characters. Keep in mind, most of these are based in some way or another off of Hetalia characters - especially the outfits.
The Altaiirian Empire (Altaiire)Female, brown hair tied up in two ponytails, blue eyes. A military uniform similar to Greece's.
The Imperial Federation (Xanixi)Male. Short black hair and green eyes. A bomber jacket like America's, except black with white 'fur', and blue jeans.
The Union of Emperican Socialist Republics (Emperica)Male. Chin-length platinum blonde hair and greyish-green eyes. A uniform like Russia's, except a black jacket and crimson scarf with orange armband.
The Totalitarian Commonwealth of the Seven Realms (Alestria)
Female. Long strawberry-blonde hair and bright blue eyes. A pink tank top and black skirt.
The Imperial Sovereign Empire of Mikmodia (Mikmodia)
Teenage male. Dark blonde hair, deep green eyes. A black casual jacket with crimson t-shirt or a black naval uniform similar to Japan's.
The Imperial Dictatorship of New Scorpio (Scorpio)Teenage male. Black hair and brown eyes. Tan skin. Wears a military uniform like Romano.
The United Socialist State of SvetarLong black hair done into a ponytail and amber eyes. Wears a military uniform like China's.
Now, without further ado...!
JENNIONI
"Keep up you guys!" Mikmodia called over his shoulder, running up the forest path as fast as his lanky legs would let him. "'Specially you, North!"
The incredibly tall nation farther behind scowled, ceasing his conversation with about public healthcare with Xanixi. "I lose to nobody, South!" Emperica roared, charging up the path to catch up to his younger brother.
"I can't let some commies win!" Alestria shouted, racing ahead of both of others, Svetar following close behind. Xanixi sighed.
"Am I the only mature person here?" he called after everybody.
"We cannot allow them to win!" Emperica said to Mikmodia, scooping the smaller nation up in his arms. "We are the Awesome Emprussia!"
"Da!" Mikmodia screamed.
The two Russian nations charged ahead, Mikmodia screaming something about government farms in Russian, leaving Svetar and Alestria in the dust.
"Wait up you guys!" Xanixi called after everyone. "We should probably stick together!"
"Stick together?" Altaiire asked, remaining by her ally's side. "We're nations! We can't get hurt by the forest."
Xanixi sighed, and merely continued up the trail, appreciating the natural beauty of it.
Minutes later, they arrived at their destination.
"It's got kind of a desolate feel to it, doesn't it North?" Mikmodia asked Emperica.
"Yeah. Sort of like Siberia. It's...nice."
In front of the group stood a massive mansion, abandoned for decades and rumored to be horribly haunted.
"So, Yellow, Durmatango, and Bukharabia are already here?" Altaiire asked Mikmodia, whose idea it had been to come here in the first place.
"I'm assuming." Mikmodia answered taking in the place, "They didn't text me, but none of them really seem like ones to back down from a challenge."
"Oh yeah? Well neither am I!" a voice boomed from nowhere.
"Ah! Ghosts?" Altaiire asked, jumping back a little.
"I know that voice..." Emperica said. "All too well."
Emperica stood silently for a moment, his eyes closed, and then walked over to a tree, delivering a roundhouse kick to it's trunk. A sharp crack was heard, followed by the tree toppling to one side.
"Lesomaterialy!" he shouted, or 'Timber!'.
Someone screamed, and soon a familiar country was laying on the ground, dazed.
"And it's Scorp..." Xanixi said spitefully.
"Who else called that?" Mikmodia demanded. "'Cause I totally called that!"
The tan nation stood up and fixed his uniform, trying to look presentable to the others. The Scorpion Dictatorship had seen an incredibly tough decade, wrought with invasions, civil wars, and eventually the total dissolution of his homeland, being forced to flee to a nondescript group of islands off of the coast. Much of this was actually the doing of Emperica and Xanixi's combined effort. Well, actually, Xanixi worked out the details while Emperica slaughtered and pillaged, bent on revenge.
"What do you want, parazit?" Emperica demanded, looming over the much smaller nation, a fierce look in his eyes.
"Well, I heard Mikmodia talking about a haunted mansion at the meeting, and decided that if you were all brave enough to come, the the Awesome Scorpio was brave enough!"
"Hey!" Mikmodia snapped, "Only North and I can claim the title of 'the Awesome'! We are the Emprussian continent!"
"But I am the awesome Scorpio! THE SCORPIO! Is there an astrological sign called 'Mikmodia' or 'Emperica'? I thought not!"
"Whatever, bro. We're still more awesome."
"You wanna go, kid?"
"Any day, South!"
"Only Emperica can call me that you dweeb!"
"Enough!" Xanixi shouted, pushing the two younger nations apart before they started fighting.
Though no one had any doubt that Mikmodia would crush Scorpio - what with the years of warfare he had waged with Emperica, which had culminated in the Dvesti God War, which had ended in 1561. Then again, Scorpio had been hardened by hundreds of years of desert warfare. So, it was really a toss-up.
"Let's just go inside." Altaiire suggested.
"Indeed." Emperica agreed, walking up to the door. He raised his hand to turn the doorknob, and stopped, a grin spreading across his face, then continued. He jiggled the knob. "It will not open!"
"Is that so?" Mikmodia asked. "We need a way to open it..."
Mikmodia's cat-like gaze drifted to Scorpio. "I suggest throwing Scorp!"
"OR I can pick the lock!" Scorpio offered.
"Wait!" Svetar said, "You can topple a tree with a roundhouse kick, but you can't break down a wooden door?"
"I vote Scorp!" Emperica and Altaiire declared in unison.
"I hate you all so muuuuch!" Scorpio said angrily as Emperica picked the smaller country up and threw him with tremendous force towards the ornate wooden double doors. Of course, they burst open easily as the entire nation of New Scorpio hit them with the force of a small freight train.
The group walked in casually, Alestria even offering Scorpio a 'congratulations'. The first room of the mansion wasn't nearly as ornate as everyone had expected. Snow white walls and light brown wooden planks for flooring. There were three always leading left, right, and straight, as well as a staircase to the next floor.
"It's much...cleaner than I expected." Altaiire said, looking around.
All of the other nations began making remarks about their first impression of the building, but strangely enough, Mikmodia stayed silent. Altaiire observed the normally hyperactive nation, who under normal circumstances would be literally bouncing off of the walls, now had a somber, almost grief-filled look on his face as he looked at his older brother. The boy glanced in Altaiire's direction, and quickly switched his expression to a cat-like smile.
"Oi, North!" he said, running up to his big brother and grabbing him by his jacket sleeve. "Know what'd be fun? Calling Alice over here and peppering the lawn with firecrackers from the roof!"
"That would be fun!" Emperica answered. "If only we had a large amount of fireworks..."
"Maybe we should leave." Svetar suggested, looking around uncertainly.
"Why, you scared?" Britannia, her older sister, asked.
"No! I just have a bad feeling about this place."
"Relax!" Altaiire said. "There's no such thing as ghosts! There are just demons, spirits, and angels!"
"Besides," Xanixi added, "If ghosts were real, the scientific community would have gathered evidence of them by now."
The sound of glass shattering echoed from down the right hallway.
"What was that?" Scorpio asked, fidgeting.
"Was it a ghost?" Svetar demanded.
"No." Altaiire answered nonchalantly. "It was a demon."
"It was probably just an animal that had gotten in." Xanixi explained, getting annoyed at his friend's superstition.
"I'll go check it out." Emperica answered, walking in the direction of the sound, a smile on his face that made small children cry and grown men fear for their lives. "If it is a demon, maybe I can finally negotiate that Faustian deal I made during the First Aurora War."
"You made a deal with a demon?" Mikmodia asked incredulously. "Doesn't that mean that he get's your soul when the deal is done?"
"Yeah." Emperica answered, stopping and looking over his shoulder. The temperature in the room dropped about twenty degrees and his eyes filled with hatred. "But I don't have a soul. Only wisdom, hatred, and pain."
With that he began walking again, humming a happy tune, the temperature returning to normal.
"W-what was that about?" Svetar asked.
"You get used to it after a while." Xanixi replied bluntly, sighing.
Emperica reached a large kitchen-dining room area, and searched for the source of the noise. His gaze fell upon a glass plate, laying in the middle of the floor, shattered into many little pieces.
"Oh, Mister Demon!" he called out in a singsong voice, walking towards the plate. "I made a deal with a friend of yours. I believe his name was Asmodeus. The demon of wrath? Banished by Raphael? Destroyed half of the Imperium continent during the First Aurora War? I'm aware that he thinks that he got the raw end of a deal and wishes to strike down vengeance upon my people."
Emperica awaited a response, but got none. He sighed and picked up the glasse pieces, searching for a place where the plate could have fallen from. There was nowhere.
"Perhaps this place really is haunted..." he said to himself. He did indeed believe in demons and evil spirits, as his peoples' history was deeply intertwined with such creatures. "Materi Aleksis watch over me, I suppose..."
Seeing nowhere to place the glass, he placed it in his coat pocket. The coat was an old PLA jacket, and wouldn't be cut through easily, as it was meant to withstand shrapnel from close range.
He returned to the place he had just come from, and was surprised to find it...empty. That's right - empty. No one was waiting for him! Not even South!
"They must've left." Emperica said to himself.
They must have all either gotten bored or scared and left without him. He chuckled. How could he blame them? He was becoming uneasy himself. There was something different about the mansion. For some reason, there was tension in the air...a bad feeling in Emperica's gut.
He went over to the doors he had used Scorpio to bash down, which the others seemed to have closed behind them, and turned the knob. It wouldn't open - for real this time. Emperica sighed and chuckled to himself at the same time.
"How...regretful."