Summary: Little Feli was really excited about the local, yet grand gallery that had just opened recently. However, he didn't expect to get plunged into the world of eerie creations that were bent on forcing him to stay in their surreal abode, even if it means killing him. Will he be able to escape the bizarre art gallery alive? Only APH characters...

"Ve! Miss Eliza! That's the gallery, right?! My, my it's so beautiful! I can't wait to see all the pretty paintings and all the-"

"Shush, Feli! Your blabbering is giving me a headache!" Roderich, Feliciano's adoptive father scolded harshly, causing the smile on Feliciano's face to fall and to be replaced by a sorrowful frown. Elizaveta, Feliciano's adoptive mother sighed sadly and ruffled the young boy's head in a comforting manner.

"Roderich, don't be so harsh on him. It's been a long time since you've taken him anywhere other than the orchestra house." She said with a harsh tone.

Feliciano rubbed the corners of his eyes that started to flood with tears and sniffled. He chose not to say anything more. It had taken Feliciano days to to convince the Austrian to take him to Germania's gallery. He didn't want to do anything to change the older man's mind. Elizaveta, on the other hand, was thrilled about the news and helped in persuading Roderich to take them to the gallery. Somehow, when Feliciano listened to Elizaveta's way of persuasion, the words "Yaoi" and "Model" put together in the same sentence seemed to have affected Roderich greatly. Maybe Feliciano could use that simple tactic on him a few times.

"Oh yes, Feli, do you remember the handkerchief we gave you during your birthday?" Elizaveta continued. Feliciano reached into his trousers' pocket and pulled out the blue and white handkerchief that had the name "Feliciano" written on it. Elizaveta smiled.

"Keep it safe, okay? Don't lose it!" she finished. Feliciano nodded obediently and buried the handkerchief made from Egyptian cloth back in his pocket. Roderich walked over to the glass door and pushed it open, revealing the grand hallways of the gallery. The halls were painted in white and various paintings hung from the walls. The paintings and drawings were far too realistic for him to draw, it was as if they could jump out of the painting at any moment.

Feliciano's jaw dropped in excitement and ran deeper into the hallway, but didn't walk past the reception desk. Elizaveta smiled at the Italian boy's excitement. "Well, here we are! This is your first time at one of Germania's art galleries, right? We're here to see his exhibition of works. And they don't just have paintings, but sculptures as well! Isn't that exciting?"

"Si~! Every kind of art is very pretty!" Feliciano squealed and scanned the room with bright eyes. His eyes then landed on the poster behind the reception desk. It seemed to have a big-eyed shark on it and the title "Abyss of the Deep" written on it. Feliciano pondered at the first word. He didn't really know what it meant. He turned to Elizaveta and Roderich who watched him carefully. Roderich rubbed his forehead, but had a small smile on his face, though it was barely visible.

"We should get to the reception desk." He recommended. Elizaveta nodded in agreement. "Ah, yes! Let's get some pamphlets as well!"

The three of them walked to the nearby reception desk that stood next to a flight of stairs leading to the second floor. Feliciano fidgeted a bit as he held in his excitement. But in reality, he could barely hold it in. He gave Elizaveta's sleeve a small tug as they spoke to the old man working behind the desk and smiled.

"Ve~! Can I go ahead, por favor?" He pleaded. Elizaveta turned to Roderich who pondered for a few seconds and nodded at her. She turned back to Feliciano and nodded. "Of course you can! Just don't cause the other people trouble okay? Don't paint moustaches on the paintings like you did with Roderich's portrait." Elizaveta's cheeks puffed as she stifled a laughing fit at the memory of seeing a handlebar moustache on Roderich's portrait. Said Austrian huffed and turned his head away from them.

"I promise!"

Elizaveta nodded approvingly and Feliciano journeyed deeper into the gallery. Seventy percent of the white walls were covered by the realistic paintings from the man Aldrich Germania. Feliciano had once heard that his grandfather was associated with the painter and that Germania had learned from him. Feliciano was so proud of that small fact. As he roamed around, a few paintings have caught his attention from time to time. Like the big blue painting with a shark lying on the painting in the heart of the gallery, the giant rose in the ground floor and the Lady in Red. A man who was absorbed in the Lady of Red's painting had even told Feliciano that Germania had painted her without any models. Even Feliciano, who had an excellent skill in Creative Arts, couldn't do such a thing perfectly. But Feliciano certainly knew that his Grandfather did so.

Once he was finished examining all of the paintings in the ground floor, Feliciano climbed the staircase next to the reception desk and found more sculptures and paintings. He took a deep breath and looked around.

"Ve...so inspiring..."he huffed and skipped towards the west side of the floor. The brunette made sure to avoid a big, yet youthful man with slicked back blonde hair and frightening blue eyes. The man gave off an aura that told most of the people not to disturb him as he stared sternly at the picture of the man hanging upside down. Feliciano certainly did not want to take any risks and decided to obey the dark aura surrounding the man, leaving him anxiously running off, quivering in fear of the man.

Sadness enveloped Feliciano as he realized that he realized he was running out of pictures and sculptures to view, and in such a short time as well. The brunette felt his legs pause from his walk around the gallery. He looked up and saw that he had stopped next to a fairly large painting that consisted mostly of charcoal. An eerie atmosphere was coming from the painting, as if it was no ordinary masterpiece.

Feliciano squinted his eyes as he read the plaque under the golden frame. "F-Fabricated world? Ve...what's that? Ah! Roderich or Eliza must know!"

Even though the couple was considered his "parents" at the moment, he could not cannot seem to call them mother or father. Somehow, they were fine with it. They were okay with whatever made Feliciano comfortable. Maybe someday, he could call them "Mama" and "Papa" next time. The lights began to flicker and Feliciano looked up at the light bulb dangling above his head. The distinct chatter from the gallery had died down, and Feliciano gulped nervously. It was far too quiet for him.

Feliciano began to shake. He dislike being all alone, with no one else around him. He took a left around the corner to see that there wasn't a single soul in sight. Feliciano balled up his fist and walked towards the window across the stairway leading downstairs.

"...Ciao?" He called out. No response. Tears began to build up in his eyes and his pace grew quicker. Where was everybody? Feliciano ran down the stairs and once he had reached the ground floor, the lights gave out, scaring the living daylights out of him.

"Ah!" He whimpered. He sniffled a bit as he walked around in the slightly dim hallways. "Hello?! Roderich?! Eliza?! Someone! Help!"

Tears began to dribble down Feliciano's cheeks as he walked deeper into the gallery. He reached the room with the shark and looked around. Not one person was there. His eyes widened and he let out a terrified scream before running towards the exit.

"GYAAAAAAH! VE! SOMEONE HELP ME!" The Italian ran to the door and grabbed the glass door's handle. He shook the door a bit but it didn't open. Feliciano tried to kick the door down, but he was way too soft and weak. The boy walked to the reception desk and grabbed a small record book from one of the shelves underneath. He threw the book at the door with all his strength, but alas, not a single crack appeared.

"Uwah!" He cried out and walked towards the window closest to the wooden reception desk. He banged his tiny fist on the wall in attempt of catching someone's attention outside, but instead, red liquid dripped down the glass and coated half of the glass' exterior, much to Feliciano's dismay.

"Veee! What's going on?! Roderich! Eliza! Help meee!" The boy ran back up the staircase as tears fell down his cheeks. He did not like this. He did not like this one bit. Anybody who was normal wouldn't possibly like such a situation.

Feliciano met with the window upstairs once more, but something caught his eye in the window. He could have sworn that he had noticed someone pass by the window. He took slow and cautious steps towards the glass barrier and once he was only a meter away from it, he lightly knocked on the glass. He never would have expected that someone would knock back.

"Gyah! Don't hurt me, please!" he cried, stumbling backwards. The boy decided not to go near that window again and walked back to the big painting. Once he was standing in front of the canvas piece, he noticed that there was a little blue paint dripping from the frame. Feliciano took a closer look at the spill, but the sound of knocking from behind him caught his attention. He turned around, more tears spilling from his eyes and shaking as if he had gone to Alaska without winter clothes. He turned back to the spill to see that it was replaced with shabbily written words.

Come down below, Feli. I'll show you some place secret

"Ve? Hello? Mister Gallery? How'd you know my name?" Feliciano called out but didn't expect a reply. He analyzed the message and decided to go back down to the ground floor, as much as he didn't want to do such an insane thing. He scurried back down the staircase and walked back into the gallery's heart.

As usual, the gallery was still empty, but one of the cordons surrounding the big shark painting seemed to have moved aside. However, there were blue footsteps a foot away from the painting's north side. Feliciano whimpered a bit as he walked towards the painting. Despite the darkness, Feliciano noticed that the azure painting had become more realistic during his absence, much to his confusion.

"Ve...it looks like it can be whoa- GYAH!" Feliciano shrieked as he stepped on the puddle resembling footsteps before the painting and slipped into the frame of the artwork. He expected to feel the impact of the floor on his back but instead, he was greeted by a watery sensation. The young lad opened his eyes and instead of seeing the gallery's white walls, he was staring at an ocean like scenery. His cheeks were inflated with air as he sank deeper into the water.

A smile formed on his gloomy face. The water washed away the melancholic tears from his eyes but barely affected the redness of said eyes. He didn't really expect to see such a thing, but he decided to go with the flow if he was to be placed in such a scenery. He looked below, expecting to see coral reefs, but fear instantly filled his chest and throat as he saw a shark swimming towards him with an open mouth.

He opened his mouth in shock, setting the oxygen stored in his mouth free and used up all of his spare energy to swim towards what looked like the surface, but before he could reach the surface, he was enveloped by red and fuchsia whose source of light was surrounded by sharp teeth, similar to sharks' teeth.

Feliciano shut his eyes. It was all over. He was doomed. Good bye world, good bye Roderich, good bye Elizaveta, Feliciano is going to reunite with his Grandfather in three...two...

"GAH!" Feliciano gasped as suddenly landed on a hard surface. The boy opened his eyes to meet with deep blue walls. Feliciano scanned his outfit and was a bit startled that he had dried in such a short amount of time. He turned his upper body to be able to look behind to find a wooden door wide open. Feliciano scrambled up and motioned to run to the door before it closed. Right when he was about to grab the golden knob, the door slammed itself shut and a loud clicking sound was heard from behind the door. Feliciano grabbed the knob and shook it with all his might.

"Open! Please open up!" he pleaded, but the door didn't respond to his request. He released the knob and turned around to face the hallway he had landed in. Feliciano walked back to the said hallway and looked at both sides. He chose to walk to his right and found another wooden door, next to a finely detailed fish painting. He gripped the knob and tried to turn it, but he was unable to open it.

"Ve...Now what...?" He asked himself. He sighed sadly and ghosted to the opposite direction of the hallway. As he passed the two identical pictures with different colors, he paused a bit. He was certain that he had landed in between those two paintings and he was highly certain that there was a short hallway leading to the door that had closed by itself.

Feliciano walked towards the gap that separated the paintings from sticking to each other and tapped the tip of his finger against the wall. It wasn't hollow. That was it. Feliciano knew it. Why did he have to beg Roderich to bring him here? That was going to be the biggest mistake of his life. He knew that once he had entered this strange gallery...

There's no turning back.

A/N: Hi...this is just a test. I wanted to see if you guys would like it. If you do, then the story shall continue, if not...then I'll just have to wait or something.

Anyway, this is my first crossover, so please be kind to me. If you didn't notice, this is going to be a bit of an older version of Chibitalia, but of course, Italy's still going to be chibi...if he wasn't, this would possibly get out of line with the real story of Ib. Just imagine the Italian dude in the next stage after Chibitalia...he's still chibi...it's in google. And if you haven't noticed the role as Garry would be played by a certain strict and stoic German.

Hey, can you guess who Mary is? :D

I just wanna hear your opinions. Come on, guess, guess! :D

Danke for reading~!