DUDES! I AM BACK! Though technically I never left... I just was really busy with school and I lost my will to write a bunch of fanfiction but it came back and here I am with a new story! This is a Creepypasta and Hetalia crossover and I don't own either. This was actually a random idea me and a friend though of last night and it was like, "OHMYGOD I NEEEEEEEEED THIS" and so i wrote it. I plan to do like a bunch of how they met, and then at the end it all comes together but you don't have to read the end if you don't want to.
I'm sorry if this story is like REALLY broken and horribly written but I'm sure it'll still be fun to read... It has a lot of cliffhangers apparently.. *Accidentally left 2 different friends on different cliffhangers and they both died a little inside so i should probably publish this now...* P.S. PLEASE REVIEW I LOVE IT WHEN YOU GUYS DO THAT I've had none recently...
Chapter 1 : Jeff, Alfred, England, Oliver, and Allen
It was the middle of night and the soft breeze cooled him down after a long night of killing. He snuck by a house in the outskirts of a town, ready to claim his next victim.
Jeff tried to open the door for no reason, knowing it would be locked. He turned the knob and was quite surprised when the door opened. The guy who lives here must have forgot to lock it. How convenient for him. Jeff explored the house and found out that there was only one guy who lives here. Weird. But that made it easy, not that he didn't like a challenge.
"Go to sleep~." Jeff the Killer whispered it in the man's ear, but the man kept snoring. The light was dim, but still on. Why does this guy have a weird curl at the front? It was bothering Jeff to no end.
Slowly, Jeff took out his knife and got ready to stab his victim. He raised it, then quickly lowered it down to stab him with all his strength.
Clink.
What was that. Jeff looked at the man and then at his knife. The man was perfectly okay, not a single scratch, even on his clothes. His knife, however, wasn't so lucky. It had broke in two somehow. The sharp part had went flying, while the handle was still in Jeff's hand. How?! Why?! What?! Who is this guy and how is he immune to a knife?!
The man continued to snore, not waking up even after almost dying. He rolled over but that was it. Then he started mumbling in his sleep. "Iggy, where's my hamburgers you promised me? I'm hungry!" Jeff just stared, not blinking, mostly because he can't.
"I have them right here you wank- AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Someone was in the doorway and had noticed Jeff looming over the man.
"You should go to sleep too." Jeff started to run up to him to stab him, but stopped when he remembered that his knife broke.
"First of all who are you and second of all what are you doing in America's- I mean ALFRED's house?" This must be the guy called Iggy. Weird name. He was holding something that looked like food from Burger King or something.
The man in bed started twitching, like he was smelling something. Then all of a sudden, he sat strait up and practically jumped out of bed doing a flip in air and grabbing a hamburger (?) out of the bag.
"Could you at least thank me or try to notice the fact that someone broke into your house?!" Iggy yelled. He had a British accent. This whole place was weird. Like seriously, he's in America!
The invincible man looked over, still chewing on his hamburger. "Hm? Oh, hey dude! Who are you?!" He was extremely loud.
"I WAS your worst nightmare, but then you had to go and break my freaking knife!" Jeff pointed to the sharp part currently stuck in a wall.
"Sooooo, your worst nightmare, you a killer or something?!" The hamburger guy was still loud and the other guy who also apparently has very thick eyebrows just sighed.
"That's not my name! It's Jeff! Jeff the Killer!" Oh god what was he getting himself into.
"Cool. So you are a killer. Sorry about your knife dude, that tends to happen when regular people attack me." The hamburger guy grabbed yet ANOTHER burger out of the bag.
What does he mean regular people?! And why wasn't he scared out of his mind?! The British guy started to talk. "Here, you take the bag. I kept my promise, now we're even." That guy wasn't scared either! Who are these guys?!
"Why aren't any of you scared?! You just got attacked by a killer?!" Jeff's insanity wasn't even enough to handle this.
"Oh. That's because we're countries and immune to that kind of stuff. I'M THE HERO, AMERICA!" The hamburger guy yelled.
"Oh bloody hell, there you go giving our existence away again. Well, too late now. I'm England." Eyebrow guy said.
Jeff was now confused and thinking he's insane. Oh wait, he was. Okay, confused. "Oooookaaay then. Like, what now." He couldn't just walk out the door and pretend like none of this ever happened.
"It'd actually be easier for all of us if you called us by our human names. I'm Alfred F. Jones, and he's Iggy." America didn't seem confused or anything.
"My name is Arthur Kirkland, though Iggy is what America calls me. Call me it and I'm about 500% sure you won't live." England was at least much calmer for it being the middle of the night.
"Tell you what, why don't we talk tomorrow? I'm tired and now I'm full- oh wait no I'm not. Oh well, I'll eat in the morning." Alfred went back to bed while Jeff just stared. Again.
"I thought my family was weird..." Jeff mumbled.
"Ours is quite, different, so to say. By the way, I wouldn't try to attack Alfred again with anything that might hurt him. It's very… dangerous. Allen wouldn't allow you attacking him..." England sighed and walked out the door.
Jeff barely saw it, but he thought that he saw that England guy teleport, like Slenderman. He stared at the place where he disappeared for a while, and thought about what he should do now.
After thinking for a while, he decided to just fix his knife and wait for morning. They said they wanted to talk, and Jeff was interested in what they had to say. And who was that Allen that Arthur was talking about? Another country? How is he dangerous?
. . . . .
In the morning, Alfred woke up and looked tired. He walked over and grabbed another hamburger from the bag and went to sit on his bed again. "Have you been here all night?"
"Uhhh, well you said you wanted to talk. And I'm interested in you." Jeff replied.
"Cool." Alfred looked down at his phone. "Apparently Iggy wants us to meet him at his house. Fine by me."
"Where does he live exactly?" Jeff asked.
"In England of course!"
"How are we supposed to get there?!" Jeff screamed.
Alfred laughed. "Well duh, my teleporter!"
Jeff stared, once again. "You have a teleporter."
"Yup!"
"You know what? I give up." Jeff saw why Arthur sighed all the time.
. . . . .
"Dude! We're here!" Alfred just walked into Arthur's house without any warning.
"How are we here already, we left a minute ago." Jeff mumbled to himself.
"Oh, Alfie! How nice of you to come over~! Do you want a cupcake?" Arthur- wait, that wasn't Arthur. Someone who looks a LOT like Arthur walked out holding a cupcake.
"Are these these your special cupcakes?" Alfred was hesitating taking it for some reason.
"Nope~! I'd never poison you, we're friends!" He even had the same eyebrows.
"Didn't stop you from poisoning Allen. Either way, sure!" Alfred took it and started eating it.
"What do you mean poison?!" Jeff was questioning who's side this guy was on.
"America? Are you here?" Another England popped out from around the corner. This one was the one from last night. "Oliver, what are you doing here?"
"Making you dinner because you obviously can't cook, otherwise I'd be half as good." Cupcake guy commented. So his name was Oliver.
"Let's just sit down..." Arthur sighed, once again.
. . . . .
The four of them all sat down at a table in Arthur's dining room, and Jeff felt really weird. Was this guy a country too? Why does he poison food? Why does he look like Arthur's twin? Who are all these guys?! Jeff's thoughts raged on.
"Okay, introductions first. I'm Arthur, or England as you already know. That's America, or Alfred. And the new guy is Oliver. He's my evil twin from another dimension who likes to either come here and poison our food or kill people." England explained.
"I don't always poison your food~! Alfie ate a cupcake earlier and he's perfectly fine. Plus sometimes I use my knife~!" Oliver took out a knife he had hidden in his pocket. Jeff could see that it was stained with blood.
"So apparently this guy is a killer named Jeff. Like he doesn't look to tough but who am I to judge. Allen could and would probably challenge you to a fight as soon as he finds out you're here." Alfred was enjoying this.
"So like, why did you invite a killer over to your house?" Jeff had been wondering that for a while.
"I dunno. I was bored and trying to think of an excuse to miss the world meeting." Alfred laughed.
"And what did you mean by "evil twin from another dimension"? Like what does that even mean?" More questions.
"Oh, that's easy. I come from a world of killers who like to, well, kill. It's a parallel Earth across the mirror. I'm Iggy's twin~! I'm just another England." Oliver did some poses while saying this stuff.
"Mirror? You mean you actually jumped through a mirr-" Jeff was cut off by yelling.
"WHAT THE HECK?! WHY AM I IN ENGLAND'S HOUSE?! ALFRED!" A voice boomed across the house.
"Why is he here..." Arthur and Oliver sighed at the same time.
"Dudes! Like what the actual heck?! Who is this dude and why are there cupcakes on the stove?!" A red haired man who looks like Alfred this time appeared.
"Oh, Allen I uh- didn't see you there!" Oliver tried to come up with an excuse.
So this was that Allen that everybody keeps talking about. Jeff was thinking about many things.
"You know what, I'm going home and getting a salad. Maybe burning down a couple towns." And with that Allen walked away.
"So Jeff, do you have any friends?" Alfred asked.
Jeff grinned, making his smile seem even larger. Weird they hadn't commented on it. Maybe it was normal for them… "Yeah I have friends. I think you'd like them."