Title: Untitled

Summary: Hetalia Crossover. Shinichi comes across a strange man that seems...too familiar to him. He learns who the man is all too slowly to his liking, but the meeting ends up being the key to the downfall of the Black Organization that the detective was waiting for.

Disclaimer: Don't own.

Warning: This is the Prologue. Thus, the events will not immediately make sense and won't correlate directly with the beginning of the story.

The chatter had reached its usual high levels for the meeting, conversations popping up among the countries in old, familiar arguments that were more often used to bring in the nostalgia than to actually upset. Japan was running about, flustered, trying to break things up as the meeting's host, and Germany had just began to get out of his seat to start his usual yelling rant to shut up all the other nations when there was a great bang.

Silence overtook the entire room as the nations of the world turned their heads to the door, which had just been slammed shut by the figure pressed against the inside of it, staring back at the congregation in shock. The figure was dressed in a white suit, cape, and top hat, his dark blue shirt and red tie only blending with the blue ribbon wrapped around the hat, and the charm on his monocle dangling wildly from the sudden change in motion. There were several beats of silence before Japan stepped forward, a bit shaky at the appearance of the man, "K-Kaitou Kid-san?"

The man focused his gaze on his country, "Hai?" Kid's voice was high, as if worried about something.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" Japan was moving his eyes between the thief and the door, as if waiting for something in particular.

Kid laughed nervously before responding in rapidfire Japanese that went over the heads of most of the countries in the room, and too quickly for the rest besides Japan himself. The country seemed to relax, though, so the rest of the nations began to relax into their typical poses, falling into their seats. Kid didn't relax at all, though, stiffly listening to the other side of the door as if awaiting a tell-tale sound of some sort. Kiku, knowing what the man was waiting for, stepped forward and put his hand on the thief's shoulder. "They're not coming. This room is off limits to just about everyone besides the others in this room. You needn't worry about the Inspector finding you here."

Kid glanced sideways at his country (not that he knew that), before finally relaxing. He smiled back, then bowed, one hand against his heart as if in salute, speaking again in Japanese too fast for most of the others to catch. When he straightened again, he began to become nervous at all of the confused looks he was getting, turning to the only one who seemed to understand his actions with a quick question.

Kiku smiled gently back, "I'm afraid I'm the only one who can understand you, Kid-san. The others don't speak Japanese. They understand me because of, well...special circumstances. If you wouldn't mind taking one of these?" The nation dug through his pockets before producing one of the translators that were reserved for their bosses, something only available during their meetings.

America spoke up just before the object changed hands, "Japan, are you sure that we can trust him with that?" His face was uncharacteristically nervous.

Kid's hand froze and his gaze moved over to the blond man before speaking in accented English that made the English-speaking countries, and those who knew the language anyway, gasp in surprise. "I mean you no harm, sir. I'm merely in a spot of trouble and any help I can get would be very welcome. If I can speak to all of you at once, it will go much faster in finding out whether or not you are trustworthy and visa-versa, yes?" He finished picking up the piece of technology when he was not met with an argument and clipped it to his ear.

Getting his chance, France was the first to speak up to the thief. "You are Phantom Thief Kid, are you not?" When Kid nodded, he continued. "Then I must extend you my thanks. The Louvre would not be as secure as it is today were it not for you and your...escapades. And with your help, my people's love of performance was rekindled in full."

Kid was a bit confused, "I'm sorry, sir...but who are you?"

Realizing his mistake, the man stood and gave a flourishing bow. "My apologies. I am France. Nice to meet you in person at last." He gave a smile that Kid found somewhat familiar, though he was unused to seeing it outside a mirror.

Kid seemed to stare for several moments, in which France began fretting and asking those around him if there were something on his face, before sighing in resignation. "I guess...if it's possible for THAT, then countries as people isn't that far of a stretch, huh?" He turned back to Kiku, "Then that makes you Japan-sama, yes?"

Kiku smiled, "Hai."

Kid's eyes moved over most of the other countries, identifying them partly by the stereotypical looks they all held, though a few left him confused, until he stopped on one who had that strange I'm-innocent-in-all-eyes-but-a-detective's smile on his face. Curious, he looked a little closer at the man's features. Silver hair draped lightly over purple eyes set into a large, pale face, the picture of innocence slightly hidden behind a light pink scarf. The man was wearing a long, white hooded overcoat over a tan suit the red tie peeking from just beneath the scarf. He must have been staring, because the next thing Kid knew, the man was speaking in a high, nasally voice that sounded rather like a child's...somehow. He could hear Russian just beneath the translator's Japanese.

"Ahh, you must be the same Kid-san that helped with the ВОСПОМИНАНИЕ (1) eggs, yes? I'm glad you helped clear that up. I've been trying to tell boss for a while that we really shouldn't have them back." Kid was a bit confused when the word wasn't translated, but quickly realized the man was talking about the Memories Egg incident.

With that in mind, he turned once more to his country, sighing as he spoke one more time. "I guess this means there's no real point in hiding my identity, is there?"

Kiku smiled ruefully back, "No, I suppose not. But maybe you should make your point before finishing that thought, yes?"

Kid looked as if the thought hadn't occurred to him, then turned once more to the table as a whole, stepping to where everyone could see him, besides the man sleeping and facing the other way on the table. He bowed again, "Good evening. I, as many have gathered already, am Phantom Thief Kid. I apologize if what I'm about to say seems rushed, but I have something with which I need assistance." He rose from the bow, "Under circumstances which I will reveal to you shortly, I came upon the knowledge of a gem with what seems to be magical powers. I realize that many of you are skeptical," Kid's eyes landed immediately on France and America, "but whether or not the legend is real is irrelevant in this matter.

"The legend goes, as I've heard, that there is a gem with the power to grant immortality by crying tears on the night when a certain comet passes over us every ten thousand years hidden within another. No one knows how or why it came to be, but the only way to identify it is to hold it up to the full moon's light and see it glow red, revealing the inner gem. Now, before any of you accuse me of going after the gem for immortality, let me inform you of this: there is an Organization that is so deep underground, so buried beneath our own legal system, that none have been able to find a trace of them. This Organization is also after this gem. It's my job to get to it before they do, destroy it, and bring them to the police's attention. If there is anyone with information on them in any way, I would be rather grateful."

There was a moment of shock that spread through the room before chatter broke out again, countries speaking with one another about what it could possibly be. Kiku spared a glance at America, who seemed deep in thought. Then, Alfred stood and spoke back. "And how do we know that your intentions are, in fact, as you say?"

Kid smiled before dropping a smoke bomb, causing several countries to pull out weapons, but Kiku simply glared at them to keep them in place. The man was his citizen, after all. When the smoke cleared, a boy of about seventeen stood there in a high school uniform. He bowed formally before grinning and causing roses to appear on the table before each country and in Kiku's hand. "My name is Kaito Kuroba (2), and I'm after my father's murderers."

Once again, the thief had managed to shock the countries into absolute silence. America's jaw was hanging open before he took the stage back. "So...this Organization...killed your father?"

Kaito never stopped smiling, even as he nodded his assurance. Many of the countries gave him pitying or saddened looks, though Russia never stopped smiling either. "If I am, in fact, speaking with the countries of the world...then maybe you can help me the best. Even if I have to resort to sneaking behind the backs of my favorite critics...if I have the chance to find and destroy the gem that killed my father, however indirectly, then I will take it." The boy's eyes never lost their determination, just as his face never stopped smiling.

This time, it was England who spoke up, concerned over the influence of the gem on this boy, "And what would you do when it was destroyed? Would you stop looking? Stop stealing?"

Kaito was a bit startled, but his mind was made up in about the amount of time it took Shinichi Kudo to sense a person's eyes on him. "No. I would continue the game to lure out those Crows until they're caught."

England's eyes narrowed a bit, "And would you let yourself get more reckless when it was destroyed?"

This time Kaito's surprise was visible long enough for all to catch it, "...No. I have too much waiting for me. Even if it means I'm hated for the rest of my life." The smile returned to Kaito's face with the last statement, more sad than before.

England stared for a few more moments before smiling. America, who was carefully watching the entire encounter, cleared his throat, speaking completely seriously. "Then I think I can lend a hand with this. There is a gem with the description in my country, and I believe you might need my help to get to it anyway. At least it will be easier for you if I helped."

All eyes were on the second youngest country in the room. Kaito's mouth was, for once, the one on the floor. "Wh...where is it?"

Alfred's face gained a look of mirth, "The Smithsonian museum." This caused several groans from the surrounding nations, but America wasn't finished, "The Hope Diamond." This caused the same nations to stare in horror at what was being suggested.

"You can't be serious." England put in.

"Oui, I agree with England. That is one of the most precious gems in the world. You can't seriously believe it might be the one the boy is talking about?"

America didn't respond, instead addressing Kaito, "Tell me, boy. Does this phantom gem have a reputation for misfortune? For leaving destruction and death in its wake?"

Kaito jumped a bit, "Y-yes..."

Many of the nations were now looking in shock between the country and the human as the conversation continued. "The Hope Diamond has a history for similar incidents, and while it has been discovered that light seems to turn it a bit red at the correct angles, no one has attempted to hold it up to any kind of moonlight, much less a full moon. It has been deep within the Smithsonian for so long, I'm not even sure it's seen the sun for several decades." America was now grinning and rubbing his hand in his hair sheepishly.

Kaito merely stared in shock, unbelieving of his luck. Not only had he possibly discovered what he was looking for, but he'd stumbled on what may have been his only way of getting to it.

Very little more discussion occurred before America stepped aside with Japan, making a call to his boss about the situation, and the two nations brought the thief with them to see the gem on the next full moon. Checking it against the moonlight revealed a smaller gem within, glowing crimson, confirming the Hope Diamond to be Pandora. From then on, America took it as a side project to try and figure out how to destroy the inner gem without damaging the outer one, letting Kaito handle it enough to become familiar with it.

A promise was passed between them to let Kaito see the diamond when Pandora was destroyed as long as he kept luring out the Organization until they were caught. And so, the real story sprouted from one seventeen-year-old's accidental stumble into what was supposed to be a forbidden area.

The journey that would sprout from there would lead not only to the downfall of a shadowy Organization, but also to the meeting of three great detectives, a thief, and several countries all unknowingly in search of a destiny that they shared more deeply than they could know.

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(1)"ВОСПОМИНАНИЕ" (Vospominaniya) - Russian for 'memories', for more information, watch movie three of Detective Conan, "The Last Wizard of the Century"

(2)I have used the western way of speaking his name for the purpose of international ease. Kaito is in the presence of a whole lot more western countries than eastern, and this way of saying one's name is more common among them.