What If....( HetaOni and Ib crossover)[UNDER EDITING]

Chapter oNe: tHe dUPlCatE

DISCLAIMER: I do not own neither Ib, Hetaoni or Hetalia. I am simply a fan wanting to write a story about it.

NOTE- You probably won't understand what's going on if you haven't played, watch or read about Ib or HetaOni. So, I highly suggest that you do so before reading. Also, this includes the bonus dungeon from Ib. I am not going to go over what happened there so I suggest that you also play, watch or read that part too.

UPDATE NOTE: Okay, I suddenly had the urge to fix my own work, and possibly add some details. So, tell me if it's better this way or the previous.

CHAPTER ONE: THE DUPLICATE

IB

-NOTE: In this story, instead of Mary pushing Ib and Garry into the toy box, they safely managed to get the pink key from the toy box. So, in conclusion they never destroyed Mary's painting. In other words, there's still a Mary-with-a-knife on the loose. After returning from the bonus dungeon, Ib and Garry are now standing in front of the painting " Fabricated World " .

       The frame was gone. Gary was reaching his hand out for Ib, and together they would go through what they believed was the way out. They were not entirely sure, but if they get themselves into something, they would go through it together.

Ib reached her tiny hands toward Gary's larger ones.

"There you are!" a familiar voice spoke out, a voice that she was pretty sure she could not mistake for another.

Ib froze, then turn to see the woman that cared for her all her life.

" What's wrong? Ib come on." Gary's confused voice shook her from her daze.

Her mother's face turned stern with a hint of concern. "Ib, I told you not to come with strangers, right?" she scolded.

"Grab my hand!" Gary yelled.

"IB!" They both yelled in unison.

Her eyes drifted to her supposed mother then at Gary. A weight settled in her chest as she stared at the floor, not looking Gary in the eye.

She moved her leg that felt like it weighed a lot more than it actually does, but at the same time felt like it weighed nothing. The sound of her shoes resonated around the hall, with every heavy step.

"Good girl." she heard the woman say, not looking at her. And they started walking away.

"Ib? Where are you going?" he called after his friend's back.

Before he could run after her, everything felt like it went still then blinding light covered him.

He stumbled backwards, it felt like he's called back to reality after staying in his mind too long.

'The gallery...' he thought.

'Yes. That's right. He was in a gallery.' he recalled.

But what was that feeling, like he forgot something important, like something was missing. Or rather, someone.

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Ib looked at the floor as they walked, but she can tell that she hasn't been there yet. She pondered on the things she saw today, on things she should ask her mother.

This world...

The paintings and sculptures that come to life...

She figured that she should tell them about the painting her mother and father that she encountered.