Heta Cloud part 1-- The Dark Ceremony

NOTE: This is a crossover of Hetalia and the old (and, sadly, mostly unnoticed) PS2 game, Dark Cloud. I couldn't fit it all in the title... =w=;;
If you thought this was something else, well... Sorry.
Oh, and I'll also be going with human names here.
ANYWAY. ON TO THIS RANDOM- ASS STORY THAT I DECIDED TO MAKE ON A WHIM.

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A book was found in some old ruins.
All the scholars that decoded it puzzled over the mystery contained within.
A world with two moons illuminating the sky...
The many dazzling adventures of a young man...
But whether or not this is a true story...
Do you believe the story woven within?
Maybe it's a fantasy that existed only in a young man's heart...

Let me tell you this story. This ancient book tells of
a magical,
and magnificent
fairy tale...

And the hero of this wondrous tale, whose name is
Lovino...

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Within a dark and secretive place, known as the Dark Shrine, a ceremony was taking place.

However, it was not one to celebrate peace; indeed, it was a ceremony of a very dark purpose.
In the center of the almost empty, circular, and darkly light chamber stood an enormous urn; not too far in front of it, a group of dancers were placed, bowing toward the urn, as though it was their god, worshipping it.

This was repeated a few times before the lead dancer, the lone female amongst the group, got to her

feet. She waited a moment, then swung her head around in a large, clockwise circle. The other dancers did the same, then they all repeated the motion in the opposite direction.

Then, from the entrance of the room came two men: one very tall with very light blonde hair, (if I

got that wrong, I'm sorry ;A; I have no idea what color to really call it...) a long, light brown, long sleeved coat that almost reached the ground, a white scarf, and violet eyes; the other, a short, fat priest, with a slightly dark purple hat, (didn't know how to describe it, really... ;; ) a magenta and dark gray shirt that covered his form surprisingly well, and a light blue jewel hung on a blue necklace around his neck.

"You've gathered quite a few of them," the taller one stated simply.

A Russian accent hung heavy in his voice.

"I had a hard time finding dancers with the right qualifications," replied the priest.

He pointed at the dancers as he continued, "Look at them." They both paused to gaze amongst the others present in the room. "Their dance of blood... Mixing the blood of witches with that of humans is the key to breaking the seal." The duo continued to head toward an out- of- the- way area while still being able to observe everything that went on in the room. The priest rubbed his hands together. "However, I do have some problems..."

The Russian looked at the priest. "Problems?"
The priest's eyes narrowed in greed. "In order to produce good material,

you do need adequate..."

"I see. I'll pay you extra. That should solve your problem, da?"
"Yes sir. Thank you."
What neither of them was aware of was that there was an univited guest present as

well. He, however, was hiding behind one of the many pillars that bordered the chamber. But, after making sure the priest and Russian had passed by, he quickly hurried to another pillar that was as close as possible to the urn.

Once they reached their "destination," they both turned so they could observe what

was going on freely. The Russian asked, "So, when will it happen?"

The priest looked over briefly and replied, "Very soon, sir. Let us enjoy the ceremony

until it is time."

And that is what they did. The dancers, meanwhile, had spread out so that they surrounded the urn,

and were now doing a series of spins, arm movements, and the like. Of course, not too long after, the priest asked, "Ivan, sir. Do you know of the legend of the Dark Genie sealed in the urn?"

"Of course," Ivan scoffed. "How much time and money do you think I put into acquiring this urn? I've

been waiting for this for years, and now it's legendary power is mine."

A few more moments passed, and the priest inquired, "400 years ago, the Genie of darkness

appeared in the East, and with it's evil power, the world was burnt away... What do you intend to do with such frightening power in your hands?"

The Russian merely smiled eerily. "You'll see..."
The ceremony was reaching its end; the movements of the dancers was becoming more intense, and

yet frightened at the same time. Finally, during the final spins of the dancers, a large, purple and black substance burst from the urn, heading upwards, in a seemingly endless flow.

Ivan stepped forward, his gaze changing from bored to intrigued. "So, now is the time..."
"Yes, sir, so it seems."
After a few moments, the substance faded away, and, in its place, was a giant, fat, purle ogre, his

taste in clothing being the same as that of a genie. He landed on his feet in front of the two, causing a small earthquake of sorts. He opened his mouth in a roar, for he was finally free after 400 years.

Ivan looked surprised. "Wha? This is... the Genie? The Dark Genie?" It was most certainly not what

he was expecting at all.

"Well, it's quite different than I imagined," mused the priest.
The Genie adjusted his large, silken belt slightly, and let out a yawn. The unexpected visitor,

meanwhile, was watching the whole thing. His emerald green eyes narrowed in confusion. "The ancinet Dark Genie... This is it?!"

The Genie looked down, and noticed the Russian and the priest for the first time. In a snarky voice,

(going with the Dark Chronicle voice he had! >.< and I still can't describe shit...) he said, "Hey! Who are you guys?"

Ivan exchanged a worried glance with the priest for a moment, then, looking back up, stepped

forward. "Welcome back, Genie of darkness. I broke the seal and released you. Therefore, I am your master."

The Genie examined him for a moment, then said, "Oh, is that right...? Whatever. Fine." He paused

for a moment, then recoiled in remembrance. "Grr, yes that's right!! I haven't eaten for 400 years. Darn, I have to eat something! I need food... food..." With that, he looked around frantically. Surprisingly, all the dancers had vanished when he had been realeased, so there wasn't much present, but... then his eyes landed on the priest. His black, snake- like eyes gleamed, and he pointed to the priest. "Got you!"

The priest looked horrified. "Huh?!"
Instead of answering, the Genie reached down, and picked up the priest with his large hand. Despite his screams for mercy,

of fear, the Genie streched out his long, blue tongue, dropped the priest on top, and ate him whole. After swallowing, he let out a satisfied burp.

Ivan, having, of course, witnessed the whole scene, looked up at the Genie with a slightly horrified

expression himself, and gulped. He secretly hoped he wasn't next on the menu for that thing.

"Mmmm, delicious," growled the Genie.