HELLO PEOPLES! My favorite trio has just arrived in this story. I called them Trio Without a Name, but now I got a better name for them: The Haunted Halloween Trio. They've appeared together in a few scenes of Hetalia, but the most memorable one is the Haunted House one where America tries to create a scary haunted house to scare England. I like how it ends with Russia being the help the duo need to scare the living pants out of England, while America hardly blinks at the fairy England summons lol. They're the uncanny trio, the kind you would never think would have anything in common, let alone agree to work together on anything, but they somehow have a distinct connection with each other that somehow brings them closer together. I love this trio so much XD Review please!

Japan yawned, experiencing jet lag at the moment from traveling to America's home in the US. While his capital was in Washington, America's home was in Massachusetts. Japan got off the plane, then got himself some coffee before heading to the terminal to retrieve his luggage. He didn't carry much, so he only needed to obtain his rather small suitcase before walking on his way out. He happened to notice Russia not too far off, having arrived from Moscow.

"Konnichiwa, Russia-san," Japan greeted with his usual bow, which was more of a nod.

"Privyet. It has been a while, da," Russia replied.

"Last time we met, I imposed sanctions on you."

"Da, was this before or after I was kicked out of the G8?"

"I don't know," Japan sighed, then yawned again. "Though, it has been a while since we did anything together not related to our government or Halloween."

"Da, I was still Communist and America would sneak us to his parties."

Japan chuckled, "Hai, my boss did not approve of those parties at the time."

"Neither did mine."

"There you guys are! Geez, it's so hard to find you!" America cried out almost frantically.

"Why didn't you call us?" Japan asked.

"He's getting impatient," Russia replied childishly.

"How's Natasha?" America asked, wanting to change the subject.

"She is well. I let big sister look after her until I return."

"Aren't you and Ukraine having problems?"

"She still comes to visit and..." Russia replied, almost hiding himself in his scarf.

"You sneak into her house, don't you?"

"Her boss won't let me see big sister!"

"Drama later, we've got a big problem that needs fixin'. We need to build a contraption that can help us help our inverted pals be able to move from one place to another," America explained as the other two began to think.

"I could make some blueprints," Japan thought aloud.

"Well, don't leave us in suspense, let's get this going already!" America cried excitedly, dragging the two across the airport, making several people stare.

"A-America, I don't think dragging us like this is necessary," Japan said, almost embarrassed.

"It's totally necessary!"

Russia was giggling the entire time America was dragging him and Japan to his car, then driving to his house. Japan, being tired as he was, decided to rest during the drive. America was more focused on driving and he didn't drive as fast as Italy, thank goodness. While resting, Japan began questioning why he agreed to hang out with Russia and America again. He sometimes questioned himself on why he made such strange friends, though it often came down to events that went back during the time he was coming out of isolation, followed by their Haunted House tradition every Halloween. America played a huge role, but what no one knew was that Russia played a huge role as well.

While America forced Japan out of his isolation, Russia was the one that encouraged him without force. He established trade with Japan, giving him fur coats and scarves. They would send letters to one another about what was going in the outside world like sciences, philosophy, arts, among other things. Netherlands sent those too, including China, but Russia used these to encourage Japan to come out of his shell. It wouldn't be until America stepped in that Japan would finally open his doors to Western Civilization. Through this, they developed somewhat of an odd friendship, odd because their government and people hardly got along and any encounters led to war. Japan and America were getting along fine now, but Russia was still holding tensions with America and Japan. It used to be Russia and America that were incredibly close and Japan that held tensions with them. Japan was certain that they had a star-crossed mutual friendship. The Haunted House tradition probably made their true relationship outside of government more apparent.

"We're here!" America announced, parking his car as he turned it off, and got out of the car.

Japan sighed, his eyes fluttering open as Russia patted his head before leaving out the car. Everyone entered inside as Japan placed on his glasses and got to work on those blueprints in America's office. The two other nations peered over Japan's shoulder to watch him work. Japan made some sketches, then tapped the bottom of the pen to his chin.

"I thought maybe we could make something like those baby carriers, only made for our inverted friends to carry their counterparts to give them the ability to float," Japan stated.

"Da, but perhaps made with stronger material than baby carriers like ones used for rock climbing," Russia said.

"You mean like rope? Wouldn't that break off after a while? Rock climbing is made to prevent falls, not to hold you in place while gravity is pulling you down," America mentioned.

"He's right. Perhaps material like ones used for zip lining. They use straps and rope for security, but use strong cords and metal to connect the rope and cord, so that you may zip in the air without gravity wearing out the rope," Japan said.

"I like that!" America cried excitedly.

"Da, I like too," Russia stated. "Might I also suggest using cords to zip the inverted person from his partner? This can increase the weight and control whether the two fall or float slowly."

"Hm... that can work, like using sandbags for hot air balloons," Japan agreed.

"But, how would we get the inverted person down?" America questioned.

"The counterpart would be the same weight as the invert. He would first need to find a secure place to hang onto, then reel in the inverted person before he climbs inside."

"There will need to be a pole or some sort of leverage, so the inverted person can climb inside."

"Will door frames not be stable enough?" Russia asked, patting the door frame of the office.

"I guess it would," America said. "There's also the question of how the duo would be able to make turns."

"Yo nerds, Britain's calling!" Allen shouted in a teasing manner.

"Oh shit!" America cried out as he stumbled out the office and to the living room where the phone was. He answered the phone, then smiled. "Yo Britain, how's it hanging?"

"Fantastic," Britain spouted sarcastically. He paused for a moment before continuing. "Why are you out of breath? You're working on something, aren't you?"

"Yep and you're going to love it. I've found a way for all the upside down people to travel without falling into the sky. I got Japan and Russia to-"

"YOU'RE COLLUDING WITH RUSSIA!? ARE YOU BLOODY MAD!?" Britain cried hysterically as America put the phone away from his ear until the shouting was over.

"Ouch, not so loud, dude. Russia, Japan and I are just working on blueprints, nothing more. You're making it sound like we're plotting war or something," America replied offhandedly with a sleepish expression.

"The last time you and Russia hung out, it caused a huge hoopla that-"

"Oh co'mon, you know Russia and I were playing around and the News took the bait. We promised we wouldn't do that again."

"I certainly hope not. You will be the death of me, America."

"Don't be a killjoy, dude. When was the last time my awesome ideas got me into trouble?"

"What about the time you decided to take Iceland out to go bear hunting?"

"It was the season and non of you old geezers wanted to. Besides, Ice is a pro and the Nordics just overreacted, because they didn't think a teenager could shoot a bear through the eyes like a male Katniss Everdeen or that his closet is locked and loaded with arms like you wouldn't believe."

"You still should've informed his brothers," England stated as America rolled his eyes. Didn't the old geezer forget the kid was an independent nation? "And there was that other time you decided to have a drinking contest with Poland of all people!"

"It was a challenge and you know I can't say no, especially to a fellow nation in drag! I didn't think Polish vodka would be that strong!"

"You were in the hospital for three days, due to that little stunt you pulled. Oh, and don't forget about the time you asked Romania if he bloody sparkled," England mentioned as laughter was heard by a certain Romanian.

"It was obviously a joke and I didn't think he'd take it personal. By the way, his punches really hurt."

"Your fault for being an idiot."

"Geez, everyone's a critic. At least my food doesn't taste like crap."

"How dare you! My food is edible and you liked some of my food!"

"Only the ones that have flavor to them."

"I'm not continuing this! Obviously, Allen is alright! Just do what you want! GOOD DAY!" Britain shouted, slamming the phone on the receiver as America sighed before hanging up the phone.

"Sounds like you got problems," Allen said, leaning against the wall.

"Britain can be so critical of everything. He's always finding something wrong with me. It's been like that, since I became independent. I helped him out of the two World Wars, was in charge of the two pacts that prevented wars, went out of my way to help him end the Cold War and the Iron Curtain hoopla and even started on our war on Terror; and never once has he thanked me. Nobody thanks me for anything, except Japan and maybe Canada or Australia on a good day. Nobody in Europe ever comes to me and says 'Thank you, America. Thank you for saving us. Thank you for helping us fight Japan, Italy and Germany, even though you were still in your depression and barely had the funds to join the war. Thank you for keeping us together. Thank you for sending us supplies, money and military, even though it isn't your job to do so. Thank you for helping us end this Monarchy dictatorship we've been fighting that's caused civil wars and unrest.' The last thanks I got was from freakin France and all I got was a statue in pieces, which I had to place together through fundraising. Britain, all he's given me was a stupid bell I never asked for and an invisible unicorn, I guess so he could admit that he was wrong about declaring war on me? Which, by the way, actually was his government's fault, not his. I never held that against him once. I held burning my capital against him, yes, but not firing at me or my people, not the Revolution, not invading any of my major colonies or even separating Canada from me. He's the one bringing that shit up everytime he gets drunk and I thanked him for raising me to be a strong nation right after the end of the war. It was the last thing I said to him before meeting him at Paris to sign the treaty. I ask nothing much, just some appreciation, maybe admitting that I'm not such a screw-up, that... I don't know..." America steamed off, then stared down at the floor sadly. "maybe say something about me that he's proud of."

Allen blinked, then gazed his eyes at the window. Oliver always appreciated him, even when he was being an asshole. He always brought a smile, telling him what a wonderful boy he was. He never experienced being told every single day that he was nothing, but a screw up, even though he already knew he was. Though, America wasn't a screw up, not completely. All he ever did, since Allen was forced in this mess, was house him, feed him and try to help him live out this bizarre world, something he would never have done if their roles were flipped. This version of him was nice... too nice. He wasn't a pushover by no means, but he was the kind to go out of his way to help those in need, even those he didn't know. He was kinder and more generous than any other nation as far as he was concerned. More than that, he was real. He never faked who he was.

"Hey," Allen said as America looked up. "Um... listen... I a...appreciate you trying to help me. Thanks."

America looked up, showing some shock at first before laughing. He replied, "no problem, dude." He then looked toward the office where Japan and Russia seemed to be spying on him with concern. "I should get back to work. See ya."

America left back to the office, closing the door and joining in with Russia and Japan. Allen sighed, somebody needed to tell England to stop being a hypocritical jackass. America needed to remind England who the real complete screwup is. One thing was for sure, if he ever saw England, he will be sure to remind him of who the real screwup of this whole mess is.