DISCLAIMER: Neither Doctor Who or Hetalia are mine :3

FULL SUMMARY: Earth is in trouble. Big trouble. With a menacing alien race headed for them, Ivan Braginski, head of the United Nations Space Fleet needs the best of the best. Luckily for Earth, Alfred F. Jones is here to save the day! He's on a mission to find this 'Doctor' Ivan's banging on about, and all is going swimmingly. That's until they find him in in the hands of the notorious space pirate Captain Kirkland. When the Doctor manages to get away, the two end up working together to hunt down the man. The two are going to have to cooperate if they're going to get anywhere - can they sort the whole thing out, and save Earth in the process?

AN: This is going to be my first, proper multi-chpatered fic - so I hope you enjoy it and the like. I already have 3 chapters ready, but four will be a while away because I'm currently in the middle of exams, so if you do read to there and do want more, never fear! I will be writing more or it and have things planned!

I don't want to give too much away, but basically in this world, the nations are just like us humans, and live in a time where space travel and alien encounters aren't that unusual. The Doctor and Arthur will turn up sooner or later, backstories and all, but for now, let us commence with Ivan-ness...

Chapter 1

Admiral Ivan Braginski had the largest office at the United Nation Space Fleet head quarters in Russia. So while the wind whipped at the outside of the skyscraper, Ivan was sat comfortably at the head of the smooth, white table, completely oblivious to the harsh weather outside. He watched as a hologram flickered into life in the middle of the table and began sending commands to the small machine with the remote in his hand. As the computer began it's work and a blue orb flickered into life, Ivan looked to the men speaking quietly at the end of the table.

Only two other men sat in the room with him; Alfred (F.) Jones and Matthew Williams, the 'incredible duo' as they had been christened by their mentors. They had joined the Academy fresh out of school, swiftly entered the Fleet, and four years later both had shot through the ranks. Alfred was now know as Captain Jones, and Commander Williams was his right-hand man. The crisp, white uniforms of UNSF they wore were adorned with the stripes of their ranks, and the blue rim of their collar identified them as qualified pilots. They were bright men, the both of them. Matthew was one of the best Ivan had seen in a long while and Alfred was intelligent, brave and had all the qualities of a good captain. It had earned the two ownership of the sleekest ship in the Fleet's navy - the Victory. She was a grand ship, built for speed; practical, but beautiful. They had flown her on countless routine missions, even a few unusual ones, but this time was a little different.

"Gentlemen?" he said, and the murmur of conversation between the two stopped instantly. Two bespectacled heads snapped to attention and Ivan smiled. He nodded towards the projection as he begun talking.

"Thank you for coming at such short notice men, but this is a rather important matter," he waved a hand, and the image of Earth melted into one of a odd looking ship. It was long and angular, built for brute force more than anything else. Blocks of text flew up, highlighting the shields, guns and scanners the ship was equipped with. It was impressive to say the least. Ivan gave the two a minute to drink in the information before explaining further.

"What the two of you are looking at is one of the biggest threats to Earth we've ever seen," he said, and the younger men both glanced at each other, frowning slightly. "This ship is just one of thousands in the Empyrium's army, and th-

"Empyrium's? Not heard of them before, who're they?" Alfred asked, his eyes alight with curiosity. New things, new people (well, aliens), new things meant exploration, and that's what Alfred lived for. Why sit around on Earth when he could be out exploring space? He still got a rush every time they took off, still got excited when they came across somewhere uncharted, or a new planet. It was just amazing.

He was rewarded for his interest with one of Matthew's elbows to his ribs as the man glared at him. "Shut up!" he hissed, watching for their Admiral's reaction. He let out a breath as Ivan chuckled at the boys excitement.

"It's good to know you're keen to learn more, Alfred - and you will be getting a lot closer to these Empyrium's soon," he flicked a wrist and a new image slide alongside the ship, this time of one of the aliens. The image gave few clues as to how large the creature was, but how ever tall it was, it had long claws that were at least half it's own height that hung from the end of long, pale fingers. It was fairly humanoid, bar the claws and long limbs. The nature of the holographic machine gave their skin a faint blue hue, but a chunk of text informed them it was in fact a pale grey, one that got darker with age. There were not as many notes on this particular slide.

"We don't know an awful lot about these Empyrium's, and what we do have is only records from our allied species. From their records, we know they are highly intelligent, and have an exceptionally strong army. The problem we face, men, is that they seem hell-bent on invading everyone. Their new target?"

"Us," Matthew replied, watching the image for a while, one hand curled under his chin, as Alfred turned to Ivan.

"So you say strong. How strong's that?"

"Strong enough to ward of a Sontaran attack with no assistance, losing only 3 ships in the process," came the reply. Alfred blew out a breath through his teeth.

"Whoah... That's trouble for us then," he said, glancing over at the Canadian man beside him. "What d'ya think Mattie?" he asked, earning another reprimanding look.

"We're on duty Captain," he said, but his lips betrayed the sigh in his voice. "Anyway, I'm thinking that we're stuck, yes Admiral?" The Russian man nodded, and for the first time this morning, frowned.

"Yes Commander, we are. At the moment, we're okay, they are no real threat so far. But, they are getting closer, and the closer they get, the more interested they are becoming. With a fleet of their size and power, even all our ships combined are unlikely to match theirs. We haven't long before they begin attacks."

The room became quiet for a second, Alfred's cheeriness gone, Matthew's smile too. They had never came quite so close to danger before. For a second, the horrifying thoughts of losing theur home, of war and death, filled them. Then Ivan smiled.

"Do no fear though, for this is where you come in," he addressed the two. Both men's brown furrowed as they looked over at their chief. "How?" Alfred asked. Ivan's smile spread a little, and he sent another order to the computer. The image of a large, blue box appeared. Alfred could make out the words "Police box" across the top, but that was it. Suddenly, Matthew piped up.

"It's a phone box, from old England!" he exclaimed, eyes alight. Like Alfred, he loved learning of new things, but he had a tendency to turn towards the past instead. Discovering new things about his worlds history made him tick. Ivan nodded, pleased.

"Yes, it is... well, close enough. Actually, it is not entrely accurate. No, this is not a phone box, but a ship."

"A ship?" both the American and Canadian exclaimed at once.

"Yes, a ship. A ship belonging to a man who goes by the name 'Doctor'." Both men stared incredulously at him. "No offense Admiral, but what the hell are you talking about?" Alfred blurted.

"I'm talking about this man, here," he said, and with another tap, a flurry of images flew up. They were all pictures of men, eleven completely different men. Some were older, a few looked rather young. They were totally different, nothing would ever have connected them. Seeing that the two were still confused, Ivan explained.

"These pictures are all of one man, who goes under the alias 'Doctor'. He is an alien, a Time Lord to be exact. These images are from files in England, a group called Torchwood provided them. He has the ability to regenerate, completely rewriting his biological makeup, so he could be either of these men - possibly another that we haven't yet encountered. The Time Lords, as you probably guessed, were capable of time travel," he said, bringing back the image of the box.

"Were?" Matthew asked. "What happened to it?"

"Well, this Doctor... He's the last of his kind. This, here is his ship, the TARDIS. It's the last of its kind too. This, however is all Torchwood will send us. What we do know, is that the Doctor has saved us more times than you'd imagine, and that right now, he is who we need. However, there is another reason I have brought him up. While we all feel we need him to help us, I am curious as to why nobody has ever questioned him. Nobody know more about his ship, or his species..."

The two men were beginning to see where Ivan was headed. Alfred raised a hand.

"So you want us to find this Doctor, bring him back, have him save the day, and then question him? Just me an' Mattie, why none of the others? I would'a thought Lieutenant-Commander Honda would know about this, it is his area, isn't it?"

"I asked the two of you because nobody here at UNSF knows about the Doctor. He's a well kept secret, only a few people over in England know of him. Torchwood wouldn't send more files than necessary, so if we want to learn more, we need to do it ourselves. Take the Victory out, find him. I want him back here, and by any means possible."

The two men nodded, and Ivan dismissed them. They gently pushed back their chairs, saluting their admiral before quietly vacating the room. Ivan watched them to, and meant back in his chair. This was going well so far. If all went to plan, he'd save the world, destroy an Empyrium's fleet and learn the secret of time travel while he was at it. Not bad for a Monday morning.

Out in the darkest depths of space, one ship in particular hung amongst the stars. She could be beautiful, with some work. Right now though, she was rusted, falling apart in places and had numerous other scars from her battles. She was well loved despite this, and the captain would fix her up if he found pieces he could scavenge or steal. Not many ships came out this far though, for the area was infamous for pirates.

Captain Arthur Kirkland though didn't mind the pirates. Partly because they were a good source of materials and information, but mainly because Captain Kirkland himself was a pirate.

He sat in the spacious chair at his ships bridge, head on hand as he watched the screen with emerald eyes. Nothing much would be going on now, Fleet patrols were beginning, so it was unadvisable to go anywhere. Now he watched for any sign of danger.

The screen stayed dark for a good half an hour, and Arthur was contemplating going to find a drink quickly. He pushed himself from his seat, his long red coat fluttering out behind him as he hopped down the steps to the replicator in the wall. With a swipe of his hand and a small hum, the machine produced one steaming cup of Earl Grey - just the way he liked it. He smiled into the cup as he made his way back to his chair. He almost dropped his tea.

A small blue box now hung in the middle of the darkness. It seemed to have appeared from nowhere, and silently too. Arthur made his way closer to the screen, peering at it. Something seemed awfully familiar. Without turning his head, he opened his mouth and with his soft English lilt called to the computer.

"Computer, scan the box for life forms..." There was a split second of silence before the clinical response came back.

"There is one complex life form aboard the ship," it said and Arthur's eyebrows rose. A ship? He watched it for a few more minutes, before a sudden realisation hit him. He chuckled, spinning in his feet as he jumped gracefully to his chair, landing smoothly with his tea intact and smiled gleefully.

"Computer, hail them!" With a blip, the screen became grey, and after a minute a confused looking face appeared on screen. A sly grin made its way to Arthur's lips as he spoke.

"Hello again, Doctor!"