Greetings, HetaWriter/HetaReader here. This story is a new one I wanted to write, and it's better planned out - don't worry! I wrote down the whole summary and all the events that happened, I just need to plan the dialogue, descriptions, and any other element that is needed to create a story. I know that updates will be erratic as always, but this one, I have the strange feeling, will be the one that's updated the most due to my sudden burst of ideas.

Still, that doesn't mean that I'm giving up on my other stories, it just means I have plenty of ideas, and have to put them down so I don't lose them.

Anyway, this story was actually inspired when my sister and cousins as well as my roommate Spain were watching Disney movies (not the crap in Disney Channel), authentic Disney movies from childhood. This included The Little Mermaid. Well, it was my sister's favourite movie, and now is my little girl cousin's favourite, too. :) (My personal favourite is the Hunchback of Notre Dame).

The story was also inspired by a Filipino movie I saw, but I doubt anyone knows about it. It was called Dyesebel.

The story more follows around Dyesebel then The Little Mermaid, but there are some elements of that still there.

Anyway, this story contains Nyotalia and 2P!talia since I need characters to fit in, and plus I like how Himaruya had made note that the nations in 2P!talia were as if they were from an evil organisation. Plus, I cannot imagine the original nations along with the Nyotalia ones in the role as the villain.

Long note aside, I hope you enjoy this story! :D


There was a boat there that day.

A red one with white painted lines on its side. On it were two men who were waiting for something to bite. One was at the wheel while the other was outside, inhaling the fresh, natural scent of the ocean's salty water.

It was a beautiful sight to behold; the sun's rays were glinting onto the surface of the blue ocean's surface as its waves calmly swayed, gently rocking against the boat. A simple little nudge.

"Anything biting?" the man near the wheel asked his friend.

The other man shook his head, "Nope. Sorry. They're just not biting today…"

The man at the wheel simply nodded in acknowledgement, "Just come in. It's already midday. I reckon it's a good time for the both of us to have some lunch, don't you think?"

Here, his friend laughed, "Indeed. I'm starving!"

"It's a lovely day today, too," noted the man at the wheel. "It'll definitely be nice to have lunch out here in the sun and just next to the sea."

"That sounds lovely."

With that, the two men went downstairs into the cabin to obtain a mat to sit on, some plates and eating utensils, two mugs, and finally went to get some food, which was in a basket near a bed.

However, upon coming out, one of the men then realized something.

"Wait a sec…we're missing a fork!"

"What?"

"Look! We're missing a fork!"

The two men came closer to see that indeed, they were missing a fork. It was a really confusing matter, but the pair then decided to just continue eating and simply eat with their spoons and hands. It was a lucky thing that the basket's contents were mash, sandwiches, rice and also a flash, which contained some warm, home-made pumpkin soup.

The rest of the day proved to be unproductive – the fish weren't biting at all, and so as a result, they came home with empty nets.

One of the men sighed, "I can't believe it…it was such a nice day, today! I was positive that the fish would be reeled in today!"

His friend sighed and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry; next time we'll get some fish. Today's just one of those unlucky days…"

"Yeah," sighed the first man. "You're right there. Besides…I'm more weirded out about the missing fork."

"Now, now," reasoned the second man. "I'm sure that we just misplaced it somehow. It's still gotta be on the boat. Besides, it's just a fork; it's not like it's some new, wacky invention or some priceless treasure."

"Heh," the first man shrugged and gave a chuckle. "You're right there, my friend. Do you think Mr Nguyen will get upset with us since we caught nothing?"

His friend shook his head, "He may seem cold and blank, but really, you can't blame him – after what's just happened to him…"

Here, the first man looked both embarrassed and guilty, "Oh, yeah…I almost forgot about that…that was a low blow on his part – nobody deserves to go through that."

"He's a strong one, though, Mr Nguyen is," his friend said with a fond smile on his face. "A strong one, indeed. And don't forget; he's still reasonably young – not even past thirty yet. I believe that one moment was just one of those 'young and dumb' moments…"

"So very sad," sighed the first man. "He's a clever man, and he's skilful in creating things, too. Plus, it was so obvious that…"

Little did those two men know that the fork was a priceless treasure for someone else.

Beneath the very waves of the ocean, if you go straight down right to the bottom, people would be shocked to find out that there were sources of life living down there, and quite comfortably, too.

From where seaweeds and coral decorated along a bunch of rocky lining like a wreath, if you swam around; you'd see that there was a building made exactly out of pieces of grey rock, decorated with sea anemone and more underwater plants to provide colour to the sediment's dull hues. It was built in a structure akin to that of a massive, majestic palace worthy for a king.

What would shock people even more, is the fact that there were people also living in this rocky, underwater palace.

However, they weren't the sort of people you'd see on land.

"Where do you think Antoine has gone off to this time?" wondered such a person. From the top half – the head down to his hips, he appeared to be a normal human being, however continuing from his hips down, his body ended into a tail.

He had shoulder-length, blonde hair that rippled in waves along with the water, and blue eyes as well as stubble on his chin. He was lanky with slender arms, but he had muscle located in the right places. His tail was scaly and dominantly royal blue, however the fins were in consecutive patterns of red and white and ended in a fan-like shape.

"Beats me," the merman with him shrugged as he crossed his arms over his bare chest.

This one had short, silver hair with asymmetrical bangs as well as very pasty skin. He was more muscular than the blonde merman, and appeared to be taller by just a little bit, but that could be due to the long, jet-black tail that appeared smooth. It also had a white line that ran down from the top near his stomach, and down to the underparts of his tail. His eyes were also a piercing crimson colour.

"It is a lovely day today, does it not look like it, Gilbert?" questioned the blonde merman as he sighed, his baby blues gazing fondly upwards to see hints of the sun's rays glinting through the sea's surface. "It must be a nice day to just laze around on the golden sand."

Here Gilbert's face pulled into a disgusted expression, "The awesome me does not wanna get burnt today, Francis. No thanks. I'll go and swim with the dolphins – it's way awesomer to race them around!" here, his face pulled into a smug smirk.

Francis rolled his eyes, "You do love racing those dolphins, don't you, mon ami?"

"But of course!" responded Gilbert, his fists now on his hips. "They're awesome at racing!"

"Ciao, bastards," a new voice grumbled. Gilbert and Francis turned their heads to see that another merman was approaching them, and he was accompanied by a mermaid.

The merman appeared younger than Gilbert and Francis. He had an olive complexion and a slim build, but far from stick-like. He had dark brown hair with a long, wild curl that rested on the right side of his head. He also had hazel eyes – brown irises with flecks of light green located in them. His tail was dominantly dark green as well as the stems at the end that connected to the white fins. However, there were red stripes on the dark green junctions.

The mermaid was pretty tall in height with short, slightly curly, blonde locks of hair that was held back with a ribbon made of thatched sea grass and a single beautiful shell. She had almond-shaped, pale green eyes, and her lips were stretched into a cat-like smile. She had a bust above average standards, however with what she was wearing, which was a corseted front that was black at the back, however the front was yellow gold.

"Bonjour, Lovino!" greeted Francis as he immediately swam to the pair. "How is the prince today?"

"Shut up, bastard," snapped Lovino, the merman with the curl. "Where the hell is Antonio?"

Gilbert shrugged, "Beats us. We were waiting a bit of a while here…"

"Really?" the mermaid looked worried; her cat-like smile gone from her face. "For how long?"

Again, Gilbert gave another shrug. This time, he ran a hand through his silver hair, "I really don't know, frau. I really don't. Sorry."

Seeing her disappointed expression, Lovino spoke up, "Don't worry, Emma. I bet he's just running late. Sure he's stupid, but come on – Antonio's pretty strong, and even he's not stupid enough to get caught by a human."

"Yeah, but…" Emma bit her bottom lip. "What if he did? What if a human saw and caught him?"

"You're just being paranoid now, frau," spoke up Gilbert. "That's way too drastic and there's no sign of any of those weird contraptions those humans go on."

"I believe those 'weird contraptions' are called boats, mon ami," remarked Francis.

"Who gives a damn?" Gilbert asked in response, looking clearly annoyed. "But seriously, I doubt that Toni's that stupid to allow himself to get caught by a human. Now, let's just wait for him…"

"Yeah," Lovino nodded. "Hopefully that bastard won't take too long to get here."

"Besides," added Francis, reassuring Emma. "We have gone to the surface many times, mademoiselle. We are very careful and know the waters around here well! A human will not catch sight of us easily. And even if a human did see us, Antoine certainly isn't a weak swimmer."

Unbeknownst to the group of four merpeople, the merman in question that they were waiting for, Antonio, was actually swimming along the surface in direction to a secluded cave.

The cave was resting near a cluster of mangroves were the water was even saltier, and due to the dangerous measures to reach it near the bottom of a cliff's side, as well as being rather close to the human village nearby, it was a perfect place to call home for a recluse.

Antonio's body rippled along in rhythm with the waves as he continuously swam towards the cave.

His dark brown locks of tousled hair was flying behind him, his emerald green eyes sparkling in excitement. His well-toned, tanned skin moved in a curved manner with his scaly, red tail following after. The billowing yellow gold fins flowing gently along with his body's direction despite how strong his body itself was moving. There was a little pouch that was slung over his shoulder as it battered against his strong, streamlined form.

He was panting slightly when he finally made it to the cave. Coming inside, he glanced around and called, "Kiku! Kiku?"

"Who is it?" a soft voice asked as drops of water fell from the stalactites that formed from within the cave's ceiling.

"It's me! Antonio!"

"Oh…" here, another merman slowly poked his head out from behind a rock. He made a beckoning gesture, prompting Antonio to swim around and near a little step that was between the land and the seawater where the other merman was positioned at.

"Hola, Kiku!" beamed Antonio. "How are you today?"

"I am doing fine, Antonio-kun," Kiku responded politely as he bowed his head down in respect. "Is there something you need?"

"I found something today!" the red-tailed merman chirped happily, his eyes sparkling in delight as he reached into the pouch he brought along with him. "Here! Take a look at it! It looks so cool!"

Kiku watched Antonio fumble with his pouch, also curious as to what he found. His hands were clasped together, as he waited patiently.

"Ah-hah!" Antonio called in triumph when he pulled out the odd object from his pouch. "Here it is!"

Kiku blinked as he then leaned his head forward, quite interested with what Antonio was holding. He gestured Antonio to come closer to him so he can see it in a better view. "Sugoi…" he breathed as he took the object from Antonio's hands. "Hmm…"

"Do you know what it is, Kiku?" inquired Antonio as he rested by his tail. "It looks so weird, huh? Weird, but cool! I wonder what it does…"

"Where exactly did you find this, Antonio-kun?" questioned Kiku.

"There was a boat at the top," Antonio answered back. "There were two humans eating, and I they just left it there! It looked so weird, I just had to get it!"

"Demo…that is still very dangerous," remarked Kiku. "Brave, but very dangerous – you know how the king reacts to us making contacting with humans…"

Antonio shook his head, "But what if he's wrong? I mean…all humans can't be that bad, can they?" here, he smiled, "I mean, you told me that yourself! You met a human, a female one, and she was really nice to you…"

Here, Kiku's face was an unhealthy shade of red. His small frame trembled slightly and he flicked his white tail in annoyance, the red fins glimmering in the water. "Please, don't bring that up, Antonio-kun," he said. "I really don't want to be reminded of that…"

Antonio nodded, for once understanding that he had gone into much deeper waters. He then poked the strange object, "Anyway, what do you think it does, Kiku?"

"Humans make all sorts of strange objects," commented Kiku as he brought the thing close to his brown eyes. He then ran a finger down the four points and after stroking it a few times, he brought it close to his hair; an idea seeming to formulate in his head. He then ran it through his short, jet-black hair and strands of his wet hair combed right through.

"Oooh! Oooh! Looks like you got it!" Antonio squealed in excitement.

"It seems to have the same use as that of a comb," said Kiku as he took another look at it. "Omoshiroi desu ne…"

"Wow…" Antonio marvelled as he gazed up at the object with awe. "A comb, huh? Muy bueno…"

"I have never seen it near the seas where I was born," remarked Kiku. "But I think it would be common in seas closer to the Western oceans. Humans are very interesting creatures."

"Oh, si!" agreed Antonio as he sighed dreamily. "I really wish I could walk with them…they must lead interesting lives…"

"I wonder what the sun is like from where they live," wondered Kiku. "It must be beautiful there still, surely…"

"Si…" sighed Antonio as he leaned back even more. "Must be nice…"

"I have seen humans laze around on the sands of the shores around the beaches here," commented Kiku. "They enjoy the sun's rays glowing down on them."

"Really?" laughed Antonio. "Why would they do that?"

Kiku shrugged, "That, I do not know. However, they may look different with those odd limbs they travel on and their culture, as well, however they don't seem that much different from us."

"Si," nodded Antonio, smiling. "I think so, too! They laugh and cry like us, too."

"Indeed," nodded Kiku. "They hang out with their friends, fall in love…"

"Yeah…hang out with friends…" sighed Antonio. Suddenly, he gave a slight scowl; why did he get the feeling that there was something wrong when he said that sentence aloud. "Hang out with friends…" he repeated.

It took him a little while to finally realize that there was something wrong.

He then gave a jerk as he yelped, "Ay Dios mio!"

"A-Antonio-kun…?!" Kiku asked, thoroughly shocked from his younger companion's sudden action. "W-what's wrong…?"

"My friends!" cried Antonio. "I forgot! We were supposed to be hanging out today! Oh no! Lo siento! But I have to go, Kiku! Adios, and thank you again!"

"W-wait! Antonio-kun!" called Kiku. "You forgot your—"

Too late, he took sight of Antonio's strong form swim away in a hurry, causing ripples to rapidly flow on the ocean's surface.

The Eastern merman sighed in exasperation as he ran a hand through his hair. He then stared down at the object that his younger companion found, and rubbed his chin, getting that nagging feeling that this thing in his hand wasn't used for combing hair…

"Mi amigos!" squeaked Antonio as he finally reached the four merpeople who were still waiting in the deeper waters. They turned their heads to face him, "I am so sorry! I'm so sorry to keep you waiting!"

"Finally you show up!" Lovino snarled. "Took you long enough, you damn bastard! Where the hell were you?"

Before Antonio could respond, Emma shook her head, "That doesn't matter! What matters is Antonio's okay!" the cat-like smile returned to her face upon taking the sight of him.

"Ja," Gilbert nodded. "Now, come on, already! I wanna go race some dolphins, and I think Francis wanted to soak in some of the sunlight! So, let's hurry up! Wasting time is so unawesome!"

"Oooh! You guys!" piped up Antonio, looking excited. "I can't wait to tell you what I found!"

"And what exactly did you find, mon ami?" questioned Francis. Personally, Francis wasn't so interested with humans and their inventions, however he did have to admit that some of them were quite unusual.

"Save it 'till when we get to the spot!" called Gilbert as he then shot past them, tail rippling in the water. "Come on! Let's go already!"

Antonio nodded as he swam away with his friends, the sunlight from above still glinting down shards of its rays past the sea's surface.


The very first chapter comes to a close. The merpeople can talk in other languages like people, due to having been born in separate waters. Antonio was born in the North Atlantic Ocean, which is at the south of Spain, for example.

The next chapter will feature Antonio's love interest, who is Nyo!Vietnam. Yes, I'm writing a shonen-ai/seinen-ai with my OTP crack SpaViet. XD but hey, I think they'd work out! Nyo!Vietnam seems similar in personality to Vietnam, but I think he's colder whereas Ms Vietnam is just shy.

Anyway, thoughts and opinions? I'd like to know what you think about this so far. :D

Hope you have a nice day!

Sincerely,
HetaWriter/HetaReader