Yep, I'm writing up another series that I'll probably never finish. Like my manual fanfic. But that's because I'm having a hard time figuring out what else to do. Slice of life seems to be the hardest thing for me to write, isn't it? Oh well. At least it's my first crossover fanfic. And it's Hetalia with a fandom that I haven't written for in a very long time.

As for the time zone, I was about to go for a futuristic setting when I realized that I suck at sci-fi novels. So I decided on a sci-fi modern day. You know how Code Geass is an alternate timeline where everyone has cell phones and Britain took over the world and it's around the 1960s when this was happening? Yeah, this is basically modern day if we weren't that completely dumb and went through with scientific advancements. Heck, the 1940s thought that 2012 was going to be filled with flying cars and evil mutants. Why shouldn't we?

Cause I suck, that's why.

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Run…he had to run as fast as he could.

The poor nation had no idea what he could do now. They had half of them in their grasp. Soon, they would come looking for him. Soon, they would come looking for all of them. Why do they need them, anyway? Was there something that they have done wrong? They have so much history that anything could count as a bad idea. But still…why now? When history was no longer a major problem anymore…?

Gunshots rang out. He started running faster. The good thing about being a nation was that he could run a lot faster and longer than these new bodies. But guns are still guns. The pain is still going to hurt. And pain brings the threat of unconsciousness. Being out of it means that they can do whatever they want to him. God knows what the humans want with them…beforehand, only their bosses knew of their existence…but why now…?

[YOU CANNOT ESCAPE. YOU ARE COMPLETELY SURROUNDED. YOU CANNOT ESCAPE. YOU ARE COMPLETELY SURROUNDED…]

The entire building is surrounded. There is no way that he could escape from this location. But that doesn't mean that he won't go down fighting. A dead nation is still a dead body. There is nothing that they can get out of him once he is dead. All the information that they may need will die with him. He felt the blade hidden in his side and looked up at one of the windows streamed by thousands of lights. It looked as if an entire police force was after him. But what do the police want with him? How did they find out about his identity? Why…?

"I have my honor…I will not turn away from it…" He lifted up his blade. "I will fight to the bitter end…"

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Kaito really had no idea where he was. All he could remember at the moment was that Miku wanted him to go ahead and buy some groceries from a nearby store. That place didn't have what he wanted, so Kaito ended up going to another store after that. And then another. And then another. By the time he was finally able to find what he wanted, Kaito found himself lost and wandering around trying to find his way home.

Hm…my GPS isn't working at this part of the city… He looked at his pocket phone. But this is brand new, and they claim that they were able to get a signal from around the world…where the heck am I?

The Vocaloid looked around, wondering if he could find a few fans that could be more than willing to lead him on the right way home. Unfortunately, he found himself at the seaside, complete with ports and workers bringing in the produce for the next day's shopping season. At the corner of his eye, he noticed that there were a few black cars in front of one of the warehouses. Kaito couldn't help but be suspicious.

Are they doing a raid of something?

Gunshots started to ring out, startling the young man. He was about to charge forward when he realized that they were probably succeeding in their raid and that they didn't want a celebrity going in and getting involved and perhaps getting in the way and exposing something he probably shouldn't. He decided not to think about and continued to head on his way home.

That's when he heard something drop.

Kaito turned his head and noticed that something was rolling toward him, hitting his foot and stopping in its tracks. He looked at it in confusion before leaning down and picking it up, spinning it in his hands. Just as he was about to get into a closer look, more gunshots rang out. He quickly decided that here was not a good place, and dashed forward toward a place that could be his home. At this point, he didn't really care.

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"Dammit, Kaito! You're late!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I was looking for something specific and every single place I went to didn't have it."

"So where the heck did you end up?"

"Don't chastise me, Meiko…"

The red-dressed woman sighed and walked away, holding her sake bottle and dropping the groceries in the kitchen, where Miku was cleaning up. From the living room, he could clearly see Len and Rin fighting over who got to be Player One in that brand new game that they were able to get with their tour money. He never really understood why they loved fighting games over anything else. A few feet away, Gakupo was resting on their couch, grinning at the fighting.

"Hey, leave the fighting for the actual fighters on the screen." He grinned. "Remember: winner fights me."

"Awww, that's no fun! You always win!" Rin pouted.

"Until today…" Len grinned. "He will burn…"

As usual.

"Hey, Kaito. How lost were you, anyway?"

He turned his head to see his master walking toward him from the kitchen. Her name was Kinsora Hitsukari, the only daughter of the man who worked on them back when she was only a child. Now 21, she is finally working for the same company her father was in while being the Vocaloid's manager at the same time. She looked the most normal out of all of them, wearing her braids in her black hair and the glasses that take up the majority of her face.

"I ended up hitting harbor." He answered with a sigh.

"Really? That's all the way on the other side of the city!" Kinsora laughed. "Didn't your GPS work?"

"No, it didn't." He looked to the side. "I think there's something wrong with my phone."

"Is that so? Well, I'll see if there's anything wrong with it. I'll have it done first thing tomorrow, kay?"

"All right." He said with a smile.

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"GOD DAMMIT, Kinsora's nosebleeding again!"

Kaito quickly slipped out of the way as Meiko started digging around for tissue boxes while Luka calmly turned her over so she wouldn't gag. This is why she couldn't get dates with boys. Poor girl couldn't handle even the least bit of sexy without the impurity going into her bloodstream and leaving her body immediately. Nosebleed, really.

But enough about that.

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He didn't know why, but for some reason, it fascinated him.

It was late at night, and Kaito was still looking at what he found back at the pier. There he was, at his desk, 1:23 a.m., looking at the strange keychain in his hand. It didn't look anything unusual: seeing as how it was only a small globe attached to a small chain. What really got him confused was that he didn't want to put it down. Everything on it seemed so fascinating, so intricate, so precise…it was a work of art in something usually found in a dollar store.

Kaito stared at it for a few more minutes before dropping it onto the wooden table. It landed with a typical tap on the surface, normal for when plastic hits wood. Just a second later, something collapsed in the living room. Kaito looked up with a startle, realizing that it sounded more like a body than a lamp post. He stood up, quickly dropping the keychain in his pocket and headed to the door, wondering if Rin tripped over the chairs again. She always liked to sneak out to get late-night dessert.

As he passed by their room, he could see the both of them sleeping soundly from inside their rooms. The young man quickly grew suspicious, and slowly snuck forward toward the living room, wondering who in the world could be in the house at that moment. The thought of it being a burglar made him even more cautious. His fingers started to twitch at the thought.

Finally, he reached the living room. The lights weren't on, and there seemed to be no movement in the darkness. Confused, Kaito flicked on the lights, realizing that there was a body in the room. Though he was most certainly not a burglar, and was definitely in need of assistance. If the red stains were anything to consider.

He quietly went to the body, flipping him over to his side and seeing that he was unconscious. There were a few gunshot wounds in his arms and legs, enough to cripple his movements, and in all looked like a very Japanese young man. But for some reason, he felt so connected to this man…he needed to help him no matter what…nevermind the fact that he just came into the complex out of nowhere and with gunshots at that.\

Without too much wondering, he carried him up as quick as he could and headed to the bathroom.