Just to point this out- I don't own Hetalia. I do not own the characters, the setting, nor the future. (again do not own Hetalia).

I am sorry for any character that seems out of character, or any miss spelling of a characters name- Inform me if I have made such a grave mistake

Only thing that is mine is the plot, it popped into my head and had to be written.

Again rating is for later chapters honestly this gets worse as I go on...

Please review? I like to know what people think.


It had started out harmless enough. Well not harmless, but a brilliant idea. Mercenaries, one would supposedly call them. Of course they offered their services to once type of group only, the type where countries cooperated together. They offered themselves to such groupings as the United Nations or The North Atlantic Treaty Organization. These groups of Mercenaries, of different back grounds, different countries, who spoke in a tongue long forgotten. They offered themselves for little pay, just let their names be the ones recognized, and let them settle in the one place they chose. The countries were even surprised as they were told the mercenaries would even allow themselves to be closely watched. Yes, they raised questions and worry but in a time of war when countries needed help. How could they say no to such a deal?

It seemed like a simple enough of a plan. Hire them, watch them, and then once the job was finished strip them of their weapons. Label them as the enemy that they had been bought out but could never change its ways. The devastation of war would cripple these willing mercenaries enough anyway. America was behind it, seeing the warriors didn't want to settle their lands, and it was more men at their side. France backed it, Britain backed it, but again their land wasn't the land at stake. Germany, Austria, Hungry, and Poland though had a little different opinion.

"What do you mean hand over a 'small' portion of my land to these barbarians?" Austria asked raising a brow. His ex-wife Hungry stood next to him promptly shaking her head no. She wasn't going to do such.

America smiled, "Think about it, they'll be fast resources if another attack happens."

"What if they turn out to be terrorists like you first claimed?" Germany points out already making up his mind to say no as well.

"Then I will be the hero and save you from them!" America exclaimed earning a moan of distress from most the room.

"Perhaps we could offer them other land?" England piped up thinking about sticking them all in the middle of America.

"We should just sleep on the possibilities" Russia said standing the same childish look on his face as always. His eyes spoke that he knew more about this group than any of the others, but as Russia was he was not forthcoming with information.

Germany and England nodded their agreement, everyone ignoring America's going on about being the savior of them all. Soon enough the countries began to file out, and the lights flickered out before America realized he was alone. Sputtering protests he too ran out. The countries didn't have to decide right away to do with this offer; they had only received it this morning. It usually took them years to decide anything for certain anyway.


The next day, meetings went on as usual. The group of mercenaries temporally forgotten in the proceedings. Of course the group still weighted heavily on their minds. The smaller countries didn't mention they had already accepted the group. Such little pay for military backing? They didn't want to refuse, since it meant not depending on America to come save them. Especially, those near Russia, who was eager to pull them all back under his control. America didn't mention he had spread word of the mercenaries to the western half of the world, painting them as another group that wanted to seize control of the unstable countries in the south. It was another enemy for him to defend them from. America was ever determined to keep his side free of any other's meddling besides his own. France knew he was going to accept the offer; his troops were to love not fight. Besides the last couple of wars he had fought in, he hadn't done to well.

Slowly yet surely the top came back to the hired guns. They had no nukes, they had no tanks. It was only groups of men and women from all over the world choosing to fight together. They rose through ranks like any military force would. They wore no symbol on their sleeve, and their religions were so diverse it amazed the countries that there was no inner fighting. These were obviously people banded together by one cause. Either they chose to back these troops, or they'd probably show up on their own anyway to make a greater mess of things.

Still, the object of the land that they requested… the occupying countries of that land still refused. They had people living there. You couldn't just uproot the people.


Okay that's chapter 1...not horribly exciting yet I know.