Based off of the 1953 movie, War of the Worlds (and in my opinion, the best one)(although the 2005 one wasn't all that bad)

I watched it recently and the first I thought of when I saw Gene Foster and Ann Robinson, the first thing that popped in my mind AU Hetalia SuFin fic. Because I was reminded so heavily about them though out the course of the film.

History is a fickle thing. Meant to teach the people of the world many wonderful but yet terrible truths about us, the Nations. To teach them to never make the same mistakes or to repeat various parts of History that were considered good for the people.

In the First World War began during July of 1914 to November of 1918. For the first time in history that I or any man could remember, nations combined their power with other nations to fight against other nations that combined their powers with the opposing side nations, using whatever crude weapons we had of those days. Some good, some bad and some with very deadly consquences.

In the Second World War that last from 1939 to 1945, nearly every nation, in every continent on the planet was in involved in one way or another. Myself and fellow other nations and our men turned to the new breakthroughs in science, looking for new devices of warfare to use against one another, reaching an unheard of and unparallleled peak in their very capacity for destruction. I remember the day America created a new weapon, an atomic bomb, and tested it against Japan, causing the poor Asian nation many terrible troubles and yet earning him and the other Allies Victory over WW2.

Now, we were to fight with the most terrible, the most horrible weapons of superscience that no one has seen before, some that none in their right mind would want to believe existed, threatening all of mankind and every last living creature on Earth, that of myself and other fellow nations weren't prepared for; A War in between the Worlds.

I'll be honest with you as a country, I, like everyone else, wouldn't have believed nor could possibly imagined that in the middle of the 20th century, about almost a decade after WW2 ended, that our affairs were being watched closely by beings with intelligence far greater than our own. And yet across the gulf of space, there was this planet we called Mars, that we believed started it, creatures with intellects, vast, cool and complelty unsympathetic must have regarded our home with envious eyes, drawing their plans against me, other nations and our people.

A fellow nation named Greece had once told me that the planet Mars was more than 140 million miles away from the sun and about 35 million miles from Earth, from us and for a while, Greece believed the planet to have been in its last stages of exhaustion, as there was no other explanation given as to why they did what they did. He had told me rumors that at night, temperatures would drop far below zero, even at its equator he added before I could even ask. He assumed that the inhabitants, or 'Martians' as America called them, had looked across the vast emptiness that made space with instruments of science of which I hardly doubt any one of could have scarcely imagine, searching for another world to which they could migrate to and even call home.

How he knew all this when the space race between Russia and America barely even started was beyond me. The first human didn't land on the moon until 16 years after this horrible event.

'They could not go to Pluto,' he told me, one day as we cleaned the remains of a destroyed city, 'Pluto is the outermost of the planets, its so cold that it's very atmosphere would lie frozen to its very surface.'

'They couldn't go to Neptune or Uranus.'

'Why?' I remembered asking him.

'They are twin planets of eternal nights and perpetual cold, both surrounded by an unbreathable atmosphere of methane gas and ammonia vapors I hear.' He answered me.

That was a day after the events I remembered as the day that I grew curious on Greece's 'Migration theory'. I asked him about every planet I could remember at every chance I got when a fellow nation named Germany wasn't riding me about 'repair work'.

'Saturn?'

'They would have considerated it.' He sighed, looking up to the sky, 'Like us, they probably thought of it as beautiful with it's many moon and rings made of cosmic dust. But alas, they couldn't go there.'

'Why not?'

'Its temperature would have been close to 270 degrees below zero,' He regarded me with a small smile, 'It also had ice that lied 15 thousand miles deep on its surface.'

'Jupiter?' I asked, 'Isn't that closer to Mars? Why didn't they pick that one?'

'You are correct about it being close to their home world, Jupiter.' He chuckled a little at this, 'But they couldn't go there either...'

'How come?'

'Well, with titanic cliffs made of lava, rock and ice with hydrogen flaming at the tops, the atmospheric pressure would have been just terrible,' Greece smiled, 'Thousands of pounds to the square inch I believe.'

'Venus?'

'No good.'

'Why?'

'Venus may have the same size to our Earth and called our 'Sister Planet' but its still too warm. Its atmosphere may have not as terrible as Jupiter's, but it is made with carbon dioxide and cloudes made of sulfric acid.' Greece hummed, 'No good. Nope.'

'And Mercury?'

'Neither Mercury.' Greece replied, 'It may be nearest to our sun, but alas, had no air and its temperature at its equator would have been like that of molten lead.'

'So Earth...'

'Yep. Out of all of the planets the creatures of Mars could see and study, only our planet was warm enough.' He sighed, 'Green with vegetation, bright with water, and possessed the perfect cloudy atmosphere for fertility.'

That was the day I began to realize that it may have not occured to all of mankind and us nations that a swift fate might've been hanging over us. From the darkness of space, each and every one of our contenit was being scrutinized, studied and judged, until the time came for our planet's approach to Mars' orbit but I'm getting a little ahead of myself. it might be better if I went back and retold the story so everyone can understand and follow along, the story about a war that would decide the fate of all life on Earth.

It all started a warm, pleasant summer season in August of 1953, when I was visiting a fellow nation almost 20 years ago...

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