Hey! I'm rewriting the story! ^^; sorry for the long time away, life has been a mess. I'll try to work, but I can't make any promises. Enjoy!

"Hey Britain!"
No…
"All I want is my freedom!"
Why are you doing this?
"I'm no longer a child,"
It doesn't have to end like this…
"Nor your little brother."
Please, no….
"From now on…
No…..
"Consider me…"
NO….
"Independent!"
NO!

Britain awoke, a scream at the edge of his lips, panting heavily. When he finally calmed and realized it was a dream, he groaned. "Why does this still haunt me?" He asked himself tiredly.

Ever since his darling brother America won the revolution, Britain would often receive nightmares of his loss. They would occur until his demise, apparently.

Oh right. His mind groaned. There's also a world meeting today. Lovely.

As Britain prepared to leave, he checked the news. He had expected to hear about the Cold War, which reached its peak about 5 years ago during the Cuban Missile Crisis. The tensions were still pretty high, so there was bound to be something going on.

He didn't expect, though, for the topic of Israel to be on the news, and about how it already won the war that started 6 days ago.
It only took Israel 6 days to defeat the likes of Jordan and Syria!?
Immediately Britain sensed there was going to be troubles at the World Summit meeting. "Why must I do this!?" he groaned. "I already helped make Israel a country in the 40s. I don't want to have to deal with this drama again!"

By drama, Britain was referring to the black haired teen named Israel, who represented the Jewish country. Israel used to be called Zion, just merely a thought, but now he is considered Israel. Israel is calm, usually easygoing and a nice person, but he is also very gullible and overreacts a lot.

As Britain was moping, his phone buzzed, indicating a text. "It's from America…." The brit sighed. The bloke probably got into a fight with Russia again. Ignoring the pain in his heart, Britain headed out to meet his fellow countries.

When Britain finally made it to the meeting, it was a mad-house. But that was to be expected.

Ever since the end of WWII, the Axis usually kept quiet, while America and Russia would get into multiple fights. France, Germany, and China often got caught in the ruckus by accident, while Japan and Italy tried to stay out of it. The other countries took sides as well (except Switzerland, but that was always the case).
Today though, the two world powers were silent.
Israel and Syria were the fighters.

Syria was a spunky teenage girl with short brown hair partially tied up in a bun. Her aqua eyes were flashing in rage, her usually smooth traditional Muslim garb not on. Instead she wore a white blouse and a black skirt that ended at her shins. She snarled at Israel, revealing sharp canines, almost fangs. She was often highly aggressive, and was prone to ranting about her dislikes. Especially to Israel.

Britain let out an aggravated sigh as he sat between his frenemy France and his friend Antarctica. Said continent gave him a tired smile.
Antarctica had blond hair pulled back in the high ponytail she always had. She wore a white cardigan and a grey business skirt. She had a snowflake clip in her hair, and she held a small handbag decorated with buttons representing each of the countries that had territory in her country.

Britain smiled back, before staring at the two bickering countries.

"You really are weak, Syria! Who loses a war in less than 6 days?" Israel taunted.
Syria hissed. "You had America on your side! It wasn't fair!"
"Oh really? That's the best you've got? Well-"
"ENOUGH!"

The Middle-Eastern countries froze to see Jordan glaring at them.
"I'm sick of hearing you two continue to fight when we have more important things to do! The war is over, so shut up and let it go!" he screamed.

Israel and Syria gawked at the Middle Eastern nation, and then sat down in their seats. "Thank you Jordan." Germany muttered. He spoke up, "Anyway, I believe we were called to discuss current issues. If anyone has an issue they'd like to talk about, please stand."

Antarctica stood, pulling out a report. "Recently the air surrounding my land has been acting weird." She began. "The scientists noticed traces of an unknown element in the air. Though harmless to breathe in, the element is creating an energy build-up, and it's making the air act unpredictably." She turned to America. "Have you been up to anything nuclear-wise, other than the missiles?"

America shook his head. "But we've been noticing strange radio waves in my place." The democratic-crazed nation stood up. He reached into his bag and pulled out a tape recorder. "When we speed up the pitch by 300% and play it backwards, it says this." He pressed the play button.

"My Lady…I've been noticing more spiritual activity than usual, ever since the Six Day War began." The voice was definitely male, with an unrecognizable accent; it was too static-y. "I think it has something to do….it involves your juniors."

Everyone glanced at each other nervously. Who were the juniors?

"I fear that tensions may continue to rise….and I fear for the countries' safety… what's about to happen, what you've described, it might do a number on them."

Britain nervously glanced at America in worry.

"But…I'll do it. I'll do whatever I need to do in order to bring them home. And…..I'll kill the others if I must…"
The tone cheered up. "So you can always count on Anih to get the job done! Please, though, prepare yourself and the juniors. I may not be able to control what I'm about to do…" The recording ended.

An uneasy silence fell over the room. "Whoever that was, whoever the Lady or juniors are…" Germany finally spoke. "They're one of us."

As if the recording heard him, the device America held began to scream in a language unknown to everyone, and a firestorm wrecked havoc on the area.

For those confused, Antarctica is Yellow. I can't explain much else, or that'll give it away!

But to clarify: Yellow can travel to different dimensions and don disguises. She hires a bunch of people with supernatural powers to help her when needed. So, when the dex-holders (original ten plus Kotone) get accidentally thrown into different dimensions, it's up to her and the assistants to save them.

The first installment, Art of Insanity, is finished and on my account.

Hetalia (c) Hima-papa

Pokespe (c) Ninetendo