I own neither Hetalia nor Let the Right One In/Låt den Rätte Komma In/Let Me In

About a month ago, I decided to start a side project to go along with my main story, Seashells and Lilies. But, I couldn't decide what to do for my side project. Finally, I chose to rewrite/parody/crossover Let the Right One In, my favorite movie of all time! It took me a little while to get everything figured out and to start writing, but finally I was able to get the first few chapters finished just in time for New Years! So, to start I must first explain a few things. First, this story is based off the Swedish movie,"Let the Right One In", not the book nor the American remake, though aspects of both may appear in the story. Secondly, I have replaced the characters in the story with the countries from Hetalia. But, they are only that country by name and appearance. For example, Sealand is still Peter Kirkland and still looks like Peter Kirkland, but he acts like Oskar. Liechtenstein is still Lili Zwingli and still looks like Lili Zwingli, but she acts like Eli. DO NOT GO INTO THE STORY EXPECTING CUTE INNOCENT LITTLE PETER AND LILI! They are not the same characters as in hetalia. Also, a small change has been made to the story. The Location of the story has been changed from Blackeberg, Stockholm, Sweden, to Friesenberg, Zurich, Switzerland,, There isn't really a point behind this, I just felt like changing the location a little bit. Friesenberg is very similar to Blackeberg and is in fact a real place. Finally, I've included a list of which hetalia character will be representing which LTROI characters for reference:

Sealand (Peter Kirkland) – Oskar

Liechtenstein (Lili Zwingli) – Eli

Switzerland (Basche Zwingli) – Håkan

Prussia (Gilbert Beilshmidt) – Lacke

Hungary (Elizabeth Hedervary) – Virginia

Spain (Antonio Fernandez) – Jocke

Greece (Herarles Karpusi) – Gösta

France (Francis Bonnefoy) – Morgan

Ladonia (Erland Oxenstierna) – Conny

Molossia (Kevin Jameson) – Jimmy

Latvia (Ravis Galante) – Johan

Nikoniko (Cosmo Kiku) – Prebbe

TRNC (Berkant Kassadnan) – Roger

Kuglemugle (Hubert Edelstein)– Micke

England – (Aurthur Kirkland) Oskars mother

Ireland (Patrick Kirkland)– Oskars father

Turkey (Sadik Adnan) – Mr. Ávila

HRE (Leon Beilsgmidt) – Elias

Austria (Roderick Edlestein) – The man in the wig

Germany (Lugwig Beilsgmidt) – Steffan

Throughout the story they will be referred to by their human names (fannon names were given to the characters without human names).

I recommend that everyone watch either the original Swedish movie or the American adaptation before reading this fanfiction, as both are amazing stories that I cannot nealry give justice to. Oh, and almost every location I mention in this fanfiction is a real place in Zurich/Friesenberg that can be found on google maps. See if you can figure out which is which!

Enjoy~

Prologue

Snowflakes drifted lightly from the cold February night, onto the frozen and snow covered streets of Friesenberg, a small quarter of Zurich. For months the streets had been covered in ice and snow, this light flurry had done little to add to it. A bitter wind blew through the rows of identical apartment buildings that lined the streets, dimly lit by lamp light. The suburbs were desolate and lifeless for the most part.

Though cold and barren, the dark night did not keep all residents of Friesenberg secluded in their houses. A small pub was filled lively with a group of friends, drinking and toasting merrily to their good lives and company, unfazed by the dreariness of their surroundings.

Adjacent to the pub was a small square, a crossroads between the rows of buildings. In the middle of the square resided a tiny park with a single, frost covered jungle gym. Two small children were running around this small square, playing and laughing without a care in the world.

Three stories above the park, a balcony held a lone recluse sat with a cat on his lap, stroking it as he watched the children play and the friends sing. These were the residents of Friesenberg, and to them, life was good, though their environment was frigid. But, this wasn't so for every occupant of the quarter.

A floor below the recluse's perch, a young boy paced back and forth, clad only in his underwear. Brandished in his hand, a large hunting knife that gleamed in the soft light of his room. After a moment, his pacing came to a halt, and he faced an invisible adversary."Squeal" he demanded,"Squeal like a pig". Then his arm jabbed forward as if to stab his imaginary enemy. Seconds later, he returned to his pacing. After several seconds of pacing, he stopped again, demanding and stabbing.

This was a nightly tradition for Peter Kirkland, who by all outward appearances is a normal boy, though a fairly quiet one. No one knows of his nightly rituals, of his hidden thoughts, of his secret wishes that his invisible victims to one day be real. To everyone, Peter was an average 12 year old boy. But Peter was far from average, very far.

After several more rounds of pacing and stabbing, Peter noticed something odd. The sound of the children's laughter from below had been replaced with the quiet purring of an engine. He looked out the window, his forehead and nose stung slightly by the chill of the glass pane as they touched it, and watched as the two children ran off into the distance, leaving dual trails of tiny footprints. He turned his head to the left, and saw two head lights slowly approaching through the dark. A minute later, a small, black taxi cab pulled up in front of his apartment complex. How strange, cars usually never drove this late at night, he thought.

Peter watched as a rather short man, with shoulder length blonde hair and green eyes stepped out of the car. He had a rather agitated look on his face as he looked around, as if checking to see if he were being followed. After his short surveillance, he turned back to the car and pulled out two large trunks. He placed them on the ground, then walked around to the other side of the cab, opening the door and allowing a small girl to step out. She had the same shoulder length blonde hair as the man and the same green eyes, but her hair seemed messier than his, neglected almost, and her eyes seemed tired and sad. The man closed the door behind her, and escorted her to the other side of the car to pick up the two suit cases. Then, the pair entered the building, obscuring them from Peter's sight.

As soon as they left, Peter felt a surge of drowsiness wash over him, being let out in a yawn. He walked over to his bed, sat down, and observed his knife. After a moment of watching its glimmer in the dull light, he slid it under his mattress, and laid down, staring up at the ceiling. He rested his head against the cool wall his bed paralleled, letting it chill his warm cheek and ear. As he did so, he heard the door of the vacant apartment next door to his open, along with the thudding footsteps of two feet. He could hear two voices muffled through the wall. Concluding the strangers that had arrived so late that night were now his new neighbors, Peter drifted into slumber. The night was good, happy, and safe, filled with joyous laughter and carelessness without worry. It would be the last night of the kind Friesenberg would experience for a long, long time.

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