Yeah, I know that you want an explanation, please- *SHOT* Pardon that. But this little song parody does explain what's going on this chapter. Sort of. Anyways, it's time for a bit of an explanation. Enjoy! And don't forget, ANY ideas for locations and character cameos are welcome. Details are in Chapter 1!...

DISCLAIMER:I don't own Hetalia.

~Chapter. Please.~

So, Mariah's just staring into that pot. I walk over. Oh, look. A Mini-Pyramid. Mariah sets down the pot and takes out the pyramid. I widen my eyes, 'cause, you know, the glowing object in the pot is always perfectly safe. Not. A bright blue light swirls around the two of us, until we're in an orb of light. When it finally fades, we're standing on a clock graphic. Surrounding us is blackness, and a giant serpentine dragon(Asian Dragon) twisting through the space. It twists around us a few more times, before it raises it's upper body and looks at us. It's a beautiful dragon, like those Asian ones. Light blues and silvers. With violet eyes. Mariah looks as awestruck as I am.

"Greetings, chosen ones." The dragon says. It has a calm, pleasant female voice. Wait...chosen ones?

"Whaddaya mean 'chosen ones?" Mariah asks. The dragon gives a small laugh. Her kind eyes look down at us again.

"You two are the chosen ones. I don't expect you to know anything, don't worry. But only the chosen can see, or touch that pot, and the device inside. I see the girl has the device." The dragon says, mirth clear in her voice.

"Chosen for what?" I ask.

"So he speaks." the dragon chuckles. "Chosen for a rather dangerous task, I'm afraid."

"Dangerous? What's up?"Mariah asks. And, I just quietly stand over here listening.

"You see...that device you are holding...is a time-travel device." The dragon says. Her eyes are so serious. Wait...TIME-TRAVEL! Look at Mariah and me. Our jaws hath droppeth. Yes, I just mocked Arthur Kirkland. So? But seriously...

"TIME TRAVEL!" Mariah screeches before I have the chance to do exactly that. Although...that would be a bit out of character for me, eh? No, I'm not imitating Canada's accent whatsoever. The dragon just chuckles more. STOP MOCKING US! To us, time-travel is impossible.

"Yes, time-travel." The dragon confirms.

"But that's impossible!" Mariah yells.

"You're speaking to a dragon, Malta. While standing in a void. On a clock graphic."

"China's boss is a dragon."

"So what says Time Travel is impossible?"

"Pardon?" The dragon interrupts.

"Yes?" I answer, clamping a hand over Mariah's mouth, keeping it there even as she claws and pries at my hand.

"As amusing as the two of you are, I'm afraid we must move on. I must still instruct you on the usage of the Timepiece as well as your mission."

"Alright. What is the mission?"

"A valuable relic has been stolen by a group that has created a primitive device capable of a similar function to that of your Timepiece, there."

"So you want us to retrieve this relic? What is it?"

"The relic is a crown. I know no more than that, and it is your mission to both recover the crown as well as figure out why the thieves would do this. Now we must get to your training."

"Miss, if you don't mind me asking..."

"Yes?"

"Who are these enemies?"

"They are...a company. A company by the name of ChronoKnight Industries."