Hello everyone! I thought I'd contribute to the Haunting Ground and Hetalia Crossover category-by being the only person in it. Makes me a bit nervous due to two facts: 1) My story is the only one in here, and 2) Not many people will know there is even such a category in existence. But I won't let that discourage me!
Now, just to mention a few things:
- This story will stick to the actual events in "Haunting Ground"/"Demento". The stalkers will be the same, the puzzles are the same, and all of the comments and dialogue said by the enemies will be the same. I've changed the original plot, if only slightly, to make the story fit more for the characters used.
- I know Italy and Germany aren't like Fiona and Hewie- both being full grown men- so I'll be changing their roles every now and then to accommodate the massive difference. Italy will not always play Fiona's role, and Germany will not always play Hewie's.
- You could most definitely use this as a sort of game guide or walkthrough. The only thing is, I'm not going to include every detail about the game, such as various items and the secret keyplates.
- I will be using both nation and human names for Italy Veneziano/Feliciano, Italy Romano/Lovino, and Germany/Ludwig. It just gets old writing "he", "the german/italian", "the auburn haired/Dark haired/blond nation" so many times, you know? I need some more variety so you guys don't fall asleep!
I don't owe any of the characters, the only thing I own is the writing! Also, I've had help with some references from my two sisters who played the game over and over again for me as I wrote each chapter. Thank you girls!
That's it~ I hope you guys enjoy!
"...op...!"
"... ah... hah... ero!"
"... Si...ce!"
Everything was fuzzy, mind still groggy and sleep induced.
"Wa... p!"
'Who's that?'
"I...ly!"
'Are they calling me?'
"Ita..y! ..ke up!"
A harsh bang resounded merely centimeters away, causing the Italian to leap three feet into the air with a loud yelp. Coffee colored eyes darted wildly around the room, panic building up inside his chest from the sudden sound that pulled him from his sleep. His light auburn hair was a mess upon his head, hairs sticking out messily, looking like he just crawled out of bed. Feeling a presence to his immediate left, he snapped his head towards said direction, eyes wide and still running on pure panic and adrenaline.
Hair gold as corn and eyes like blue ice, came into view, instantly causing the Italian to stumble back in his chair and fall onto the floor, ""G-Germany! Don't be angry!"
The German sighed, his face, which was glaring at the other only seconds ago, relaxed as he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. "Gott, Italy," he grunted,"You fell asleep during the meeting again? Even through all that commotion?"
Italy blinked a bit before his eyes closed into their usual display. He tilted his head in confusion, craning his neck to view the now empty meeting room. He frowned slightly, realizing that he had, indeed, slept through the entire thing.
Another world meeting has come and passed, and as usual, no one truly got anything done. That much was obvious from the look on Germany's face. The man appeared as if he had been shouting for the past few hours, if the faint vein mark on his forehead and his slightly reddened face were anything to go by. He watched as the taller male rubbed his face in frustration, the color finally draining and returning to it's normal pallid color. Making eye contact, his face was full of worry, and Italy somewhat felt as if he were being studied. After a moment of silence, Germany finally spoke.
"You've been sleeping a lot lately," he stated, voice slightly that of a mumble.
"What?"
The blond sighed again, breaking eye contact and straightening up, "Sleeping. You've been sleeping a lot lately. More than normally."
Italy pursed his lips in thought, but he really didn't think anything of it. Sure, so he was starting to get lazier than usual. It wasn't that much of a loss, so he waved his hand dismissively, shrugging a bit with a carefree smile. "Sleeping isn't so bad, Ludwig," he cooed while using the man's human name, now lifting himself up from the floor and dusting off his light tan suit, "I wasn't even asleep that lo-"
"The moment you took your seat, you yawned. Exactly one minute and seventeen seconds later, you dosed off." Blue eyes softened in more worry, "You were asleep for the entire meeting, Feliciano." Ludwig returned the small friendly gesture of using human names, "You and Romano even slept for the entire ride over here."
This caught the northern nation off guard, freezing his actions as his smile dropped. He was asleep for that long? Perhaps that wasn't as normal as he thought. Actually, he had been starting to feel rather tired lately, more than usual. Now that he really thought about it seriously, he was tired almost all the time. It was as if his body was demanding more energy for the simplest of tasks.
"Maybe I should talk to my boss..." the auburn haired man muttered, twiddling his fingers in nervousness. Maybe he was getting sick? Was it his economy?
Germany simply nodded, the tiniest hints of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips, "Perhaps that is best. Maybe it has something to do with your country? In any case, he will most likely be able to provide an answer."
Feliciano smiled brightly now, "You're so smart, Ludwig!" He gave a quick stretch, feeling his muscles adjust along with a few pops from his bones, and grabbed his briefcase from beside his seat. "Andiamo! I wanna get home as soon as possible! Oh! You'll come too, right Ludwig? You pinkie promised you'd sleep over!"
Ludwig shook his head with a chuckle, watching the Italian revert back to his normal bubbly and energetic self. "Ja, of course. I wouldn't break a promise." He paused, scratching the back of his head a bit, "Und I don't think Romano likes to be kept waiting."
"A pinkie promise!" Italy corrected once again, ignoring the statement about his hotheaded brother, hooking his lean arm around the muscular one of his German friend's, and all but dragging him down the stairs and out the front door.
Outside, they spotted the dark haired nation with a curl popping up on the right side of his head, hazel eyes glaring at Ludwig before grunting and turning away, "Damn potato eater better stay the hell away from me inside the car."
"Lovino~" once again, Feliciano used the more personal title of a human name, "Be nice! He'll sit next to me, Va bene?"
Romano simply scoffed, "Shut up and get in the limo, Veneziano." He then opened the metal door, muttering to himself and entering the vehicle without another word, signaling it was time for them to leave.
The sun was still high in the sky when they exited the building and entered the limousine, their destination being Venice, Italy. The drive from Berlin would be a long one, and they would most likely arrive after the sun had long set, but they were used to such travels and didn't mind. Usually, Ludwig would be entertaining Feliciano with mindless car games, maybe a game of cards, even letting the Italian borrow his phone so that the other may stream videos online and stay entertained the entire car ride. It was always his job, since his brother didn't have the patience for such things. It was always awkward enough having to share a limo with the southern nation, since he practically hated his guts.
But no such things happened.
The Italian was once again looking groggy, head lolling off to the side until finally resting against the larger male's grey suited shoulder, where he began to snore lightly and slip into a deep sleep. Even the elder Italian, whom was usually a spitfire being so close to the German, was sleeping with his head against the window. At the start of their journey, he had been complaining about not having his own ride to Rome, but not even five minutes after that statement, he began to fall asleep. Ludwig frowned as more worry seeped into his being. He only hoped these actions weren't caused by anything too serious.
The ride felt longer than usual due to having spent it watching over the slumbering nations, thoughts racing as he tried to come up with a conclusion to the strange behavior his friend and brother were displaying. Economy, Government, Population, Terrain-all of these crossed his mind, but nothing leaped out at him as the culprit. Perhaps it was a mixture of things? He shook the thoughts aside, taking a glance out the window and seeing they had arrived at the Italian border. Gently, he shook the smaller man awake, glad he didn't have to be any rougher for he felt the elder male stir.
"Italy," he whispered, earning a few blinks from said nation as he adjusted to waking, "We're almost there."
"Mm," the other sounded, face looking slightly disappointed as he brought it up to look at the German, "I fell asleep again... didn't I?" He averted his eyes, the single wayward curl that always protruded the left side of his head now drooping in shame, "Mi dispiace..."
Germany couldn't help but feel bad for the man, "Nein, it's al-"
A sharp jolt of the vehicle sent the three nations flying onto the limo floor, a yelp of surprise and pain escaping Italy and Romano, along with a grunt from Germany. Another harsh bang against the limousine's side caused them to cry out once again before the vehicle came to a crashing halt, the sound of metal caving and bending and glass shattering everywhere. The trio slammed against the opposite side of seats, each hitting their heads hard on the now awkwardly bent frame. Finally, they fell to the floor where silence greeted their ears.
The blond nation was quickly overcome by darkness, but not before spotting the shadow of a figure hovering over the broken window of the limo, Romano's body bent at an impossibly awkward angle, and seeing Italy merely inches away blinking in and out of consciousness. They made eye contact briefly, until the smaller man finally gave in and allowed the darkness to take him away.
'At least the driver is alive... he could... call Italy's boss...'
And that was his final thought before it all turned black.
