Turn Back the Clock

The world is in ruins. England has a very specific job for an old friend: Prevent World War I. Prussia has to stop the bloody 20th century in her tracks- and save the lives of countless nations who were killed in the crossfire.

Chapter 1: Pilot

There were two men that were briskly walking in the woods. One was silver haired, with bloody red eyes, the other blonde with eyes that matched the surrounding forest.

"Are you sure about doing this England?" The silver haired man, with a low, rough voice asked. "You're sending me back to a time where we haven't even learned about antibiotics."

"I know what I'm doing." Irritation was clear in the blonde man's voice. He turned to the man as they stopped in the middle of a clearing. "Now, keep quiet, or some refugee will find us, and try and mug us." He muttered, before handing him a strange device. "Take this. I've got it set to the proper time and place, and now we're in the location you specified you were in when I asked."

Prussia muttered something under his breath. "Germany's birthplace has been destroyed to the point that it looks like it did when I was born?" He rolled his eyes. "No respect. It's been desolated. This used to be a vibrant city."

England looked ready to kill him. "Shut your trap before I put you back where I got you."

The silver haired man put his hands up in surrender. "Whoa, now let's not go making threats. Yes, this was where I was at this date, 1871. I was looking for the tot that'd go along with the state I'd just made."

"This was why you weren't my first choice, but there's nothing I could do. Germany refused to come when he was called. But you did, so I had to use you." England said, pulling a grimace. "Just don't muck this up. Remember, after you have done as your leader told, you must come to my house. Show me the device, and tell me what is going on. I should be willing to help, albeit reticent." He ordered, and put the device on Prussia's wrist. "Hit that button. If you need to start over, remember not to mess with the date. This is where you can make a difference, Gilbert." He used his human name to be kind. "Make the most out of the chance I'm giving you. But above all, stop the war. The war is what started the ball rolling."

"Right-o." He muttered, getting ready. "Will it hurt?"

"Probably a great deal." England said, matter-of-fact, making a face. "I will stay here, and this future will be destroyed. You'll be the only one to remember anything. You will not be able to return here."

"Not that I'd want to. Have you seen this place?" He joked, before England glared him down. "Fine, fine. I'm going."

Prussia took a deep breath, and pressed the button. The forest around him was gone in a millisecond, and he screamed as his body burned away, going back in time.

He saw the world around him in vague flashes, the sky becoming bluer after a long chunk of grey.

The forest looked greener, until it was replaced by a destroyed city, then the city was built up around him, before it was gone again, replaced by a garden.

It was there he heard a "What the fuck?" Before his past and future selves crashed into one another.

His spirit went into his youngers body, and he cried out as his limbs grew, tattoos were added, his eyesight worsened.

Everything on him was shaking when the device finally stopped, and Gilbert was left on the grassy floor, panting hard.

His clothes had ripped, meant for a Prussia that was 200 years younger. He sat up. "Lord have mercy." He muttered, rubbing his aching temples. "That's a headrush."

Then he felt the power of his nation fill him once more, and he moaned at that. He had forgotten how good it had felt to be an empire.

He stood, and his clothes ripped further. "God dammit." He said, and had to steal some off the clothesline, getting changed into them as he tore off the ruined items.

He rubbed the nape of his neck, and sighed. "Now, I'm in Berlin. Time to find Germany."

He was used to the stares he got in the city, grumbling as he looked for the place he had found him last time.

He was passing a sweets shop when he spotted a tiny blonde head, followed by a familiar white dress. It was a baby nation- one that he had seen grow up the last time around. He smiled, and spoke in their language, making some people stare harder. "Hey little guy. Nice to meet you." He didn't let the instincts of the boy nation kick in, scooping him up before he could run from one of the strongest of their kind.

He struggled, vacant blue eyes showing hints of fear. He had just been formed, after all. "Germany, I'm not going to hurt you." He murmured, and the little one showed shock at the elder knowing his name.

"I…don't know that." He mumbled. "You're big."

"I know. But big doesn't mean bad." He said, still smiling softly. He had missed his brother. "I'm Prussia. I'm the one who made you." The tiny Germany showed some understanding at that.

"Made me? You mean…you want me?" Prussia nodded, and brought him to the building where Bismarck was waiting for him to report back.

"Yes, we need you, you see." Prussia kissed his forehead. "I'm your big brother. And you are the head of my empire."

Germany's eyes went wide. He made a squeaking noise, before he allowed Prussia to carry him inside. He set the boy on his boss's desk. "One baby nation, just like you asked." He said, and Bismarck looked up to him in surprise.

"Why are you dressed like some commoner?" He asked, getting his feathers rumpled.

"I had a growth spurt. The clothes literally ripped off me." Prussia laughed. "I had to grab something."

"You are bigger." He admitted, looking him over.

Prussia's laughter died quickly, remembering his task. "Look, you and I have to talk about something, but I have a few things to do before that."

Bismarck nodded. "I have some plans for you to approve as well. Good day to you, I will dine with you tonight."

Admitting you're from the future was not polite dinner discussion, Gilbert decided, though he had no choice. "I'm going out. I'll take him with me, just gotta get some stuff out from my closet." He picked the boy up, and brought him to his storage room. "This is where I keep all my stuff, little guy."

It was a dusty place, but he'd clean it later. For now, he got out the clothes he had prepared for the arrival of a new nation. He took the dress off him, replacing it with more appropriate clothes for a small boy in this day and age. "There we are." He said, and put the tot on his shoulders. "Now, we're off."

"Off where?" The young nation of Germany squeaked.

"To Britain." Prussia laughed. "We're going to need an ally in a high place."