AN: This fic is a crossover between a fic written by KoHachiProductions, Is It You?, and a fic written by xXCrimsonBlueXx, The Apprentice Project.

Things will be vaguely explained throughout the xover, so it can be read on its own for your confusion and enjoyment.

We're mainly doing this for our own enjoyment.

We're a little bit insane.

Disclaimer: We don't own Hetalia, but our wildest dreams indicate otherwise~

Enjoy~


Honda Kiki was standing in a white lab, midnight visible through the single window. He knew he should stop staying in the lab for so long, but recently he had been unable to stay away from his work. If he managed to succeed, he could finally help Yao. And more personally, he knew Heracles and the EMEP could use it well.

As the clock ticked wearily on, it finally hit the twelfth note for the second time that day. Kiku shivered as a light breeze fluttered through the window. He decided he may as well leave, before the guards switched shifts and the emotionless night guard refused to let him out. He snapped the window shut and walked out the ajar door. He wasn't sure why, but he felt like everything would change when he woke up.


Honda Kiku was laying on a white bed, golden sun emerging through his blinds. He felt the crisp white sheets quite unlike the ones he had been forced to become accustomed to. He supposed one of the others found them as he blinked in the searing sun. He was surprised to find it was in fact not a bed, but rather a much more comfortable tatami mat. He sat up and smiled at the pleasant surprise, hoping it was perhaps a premonition.

Perhaps Ivan had died.

He frowned, feeling the thought was a tad too cruel. He slid out of the mat and shuffled through the house.

It was rather eerie, actually. While the house was the same, all his furniture had changed. Admittedly, they were all more suitable for him, but Kiku had been unable to customize his home with the little time, resources, and necessity he had.

"Kiku?"

"Yao?"

"What am I doing in your house?"


Gilbert awoke when a small drop of liquid hit his forehead. Quick inspection revealed it to be beer, which he was surprised to find existed in the town at all.

He groaned and sat up, meandering into the coffee shop. Although he could discern the familiar shop, it had been mutated overnight. "Matthew! Did you do this?" There was no response and he moved through the coffee shop, peering into storage cabinets.

He grumbled and slumped over the bar, and he heard another voice chorus him. Letting his head flop to the right, he saw a mop of dirty-blonde hair on the bar.

"Arthur?"

The mop stilled, and a muffled voice was heard through the wood, "Gilbert?"

"What are you doing here?"

Arthur heaved his head up, pushing back choppy hair and blinking his eye. "I'm not sure, but my head hurts to no end."

"Have you seen Matthew?"

"Considering I just woke up, no." Arthur rolled his eyes and slid off the seat, "I'm certain I fell asleep in my bed, however. And did your coffee shop change into a bar overnight?"

Gilbert knit his brows and he realized there were, in fact, several taps labelled with different alcoholic beverages. And his napkin dispenser was gone.

"I can't say I like this very much."

"The bar?"

"The head-ache. It's almost like a hangover, but I'm sure I didn't drink last nig- OH MY LORD IS THAT BLOOD?" Gilbert spun around as Arthur left a back room, clear bag with deep red liquid in his hand. "What have you two been doing in here?"

Gilbert's eyes widened, and his mouth gaped open. He tried to respond, but a load bang cut him off.

"Finally here from France, the Bad Touch Trio is together again! Or not, where is Antonio?" Francis sneered, raising an eyebrow, "Arthur? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be off in a coffin somewhere?"

"Is that a threat?"

"What?" Francis frowned, looking at Gilbert. "Antonio's flight should have landed by now, he said it left yesterday."

"What are you talking about?" Gilbert tried to remember anything he had planned with the two men, but came up dry.

"Mon dieu, don't tell me the giver's consequences have started kicking in. I told you Antonio could handle himself." He glared at Arthur and added, "You shouldn't have signed more vampires than him."

"V-vampires?" Gilbert stuttered, backing into the hard edge of the bar. Apparently the oblivious Spaniard was more intuitive than he had given him credit for.

Arthur held out a finger, mouth twisted into a scowl. "I knew it!"

Francis was watching them in confusion, and he ran a hand through his hair. "What's wrong with you? I know you're messed up, Arthur, but even so."

"Stop talking to as if you know me, you bloody frog!" Arthur cried, spinning with light powder falling in a swirl, "We've known each other for two days!"

The Frenchman almost looked hurt, and he hissed out, "You're right. Six centuries is about two days." He huffed and walked out of the bar, the door banging shut as loud as it opened.

"What did he mean?" Gilbert asked, "Did you know each other before we came here? "

"No, and 'here' isn't where we think it is either." The Brit followed Francis out the door, leaving a trail of shining dust and Gilbert alone in the bar.


Next chapter will be set in IIY!verse and written by sir KoHachiProductions~