So... Hi guys. Been a long time, huh?

Yep. And here I am, with a new story- for Hetalia. I hope you would like this story. This is my second major story that I have. Sorry for those who wanted to know what will happen to TCTP. Just PM if you want me to continue the story.

Meanwhile, Hetalia! At first, about the first three chapters or so, the progress of the story will be kind of slow. I know, I'm frustrated with it as well. But the pace will pick up afterwards. I had the story planned out in the first place. *evil laughter*

You could even read this story without knowing Hetalia, LOL. That's what I make sure with my stories.

Here goes the Prologue.

Year 2035

Life was never peaceful, everyone knows that. There was always a war to contradict peace, always a bad to oppose the good, there was always the villain against the hero. It was akin to Yin to its Yang, to those who knew about that belief. One would think that they would have learned from their mistakes and try, at least try, for everything to be better. One would think, from the information and knowledge they had processed for years, they would gain that common wisdom.

And yes, countries had. They had.

But was it enough? Was anything ever enough these days?

The European tightened his fist, drawing blood from it, yet not far from the dirty bloody grimy hand of his. He ran his eyes over the once-beautiful terrain, now just a wasteland, where the final battle had commenced. Buildings that were the pride of the country he was now standing on torn down, in the midst of the battle.

And his kind…. The other nation personifications…

Gone. He was the last standing nation left. (Standing, in the sense of living. He was propped onto a crumbling wall, and he couldn't move that much anymore.)

It was all so fast. The nations that he had thought in the past that would never fail, the people he looked up to and had seen as allies, his equals, his friends…they were no more. Gone. He couldn't believe it actually happened.

One by one, they fell under her… An unlikely opponent.

"Motherfucker."

He jolted out of his thoughts, blinking as he took in the sight of an... alien. 'What is his name again? What..' He snapped his fingers, remembering. "Tony!" he acknowledged. He coughed at his over-the-top enthusiastic attitude (if a certain someone was still alive he would be taunting him right now, he was sure) and sheepishly looked at the extra-terrestrial. "I mean, hello there."

The alien blinked, and the nation thought he wasn't getting any response from the alien once more.

'Well. Not that it matters. That'd be great- last nation standing, hm? I'm wasting away, anyway. No need to stress out whatever's going to happen.'

A paper was shoved onto his face, shocking him. "W-What?!"

"Read the shit."

He looked at the alien first. 'Well, at least I understood that. His long absence clearly shook us all up; I have forgotten his foul-mouthedness and vulgarity.'

He clutched the paper and read what was written- 'wait, written?! Since when did Tony write?' he thought in shock- and that was when he realized it wasn't Tony who had written the letter. He was sure the ET didn't refer to others as "Hey guys". Especially write a letter though.

With trembling hands, he straightened himself and read the letter.

Hey guys, dude, dudette, or whichever nation is currently reading this,

Sup! So Tony must have given this letter to you if you're reading this already. That's awesome!

I mean, well, not really. It's not awesome at all, because if you're getting this letter, that means the future is really, really bad. Not to mention that well.. . I'm not the one who's going to do what you're going to do next with my instructions. (Sigh) Must be that bad.

Well, I'm not here to bring your spirits down, if shit had hit the fan this time. Nope, I'm here to give you hope, because that's my job!

(Always my job though, though I am not complaining.)

Now to business matters.

The device that Tony will give you once you're already done reading this letter is actually a modified walkie-talkie. Yes, a walkie-talkie, and it's not the modern ones, so you have to rack your brain and memory to remember how it actually works. Going on, this walkie-talkie is modified in a sense that, it can send it to the past.

Okay, it may sound absurd. But it's true. Tony gave it to me, and he would never lie to me about these things. He even helped me modify all of this. So see, you can send a message to our past selves. I hope that Tony in the past will receive the message in his device; he's vague like that.

The only thing I couldn't change was the time limit, which is five minutes. So you couldn't actually tell them where everything started wrong; the only thing that you could do is to request help from the past to help their future selves (us a year ago, I hope). Learn everything from them, and hope they don't make the same mistakes.

I know that's pretty stupid, but they wouldn't know what they're doing will end it in our demise this timeline, unless they experience it themselves. I don't know. If you have a better plan, then go. This is what I'm just proposing; 'cause I know I wouldn't actually get everything in my head in the past.

Keep it short and simple too. Because that message will be hard to decode if it's passing through the timeline barrier, and if it's too long, then the translation would be destroyed and crap like that, which would be annoying.

Hope for the best if the machine works, because I want my past self to have a better future than me.

The hero,

Alfred F Jones, United States of America

P.S. I'd like to think I died heroically, as I have always dreamed of dying like one.

The nation smiled wistfully, reading the last part. Yes, yes he did.

That kid… a kid compared to them, actually, still held out till the end. And for him to make a strange device- a time travelling message sender- which he knew was just in his imagination was made for the welfare of all, it warmed his heart.

Never doubt that American. He wanted to reach the moon, and he did.

He wanted him to send a message to a different timeline with a device in a fifty-fifty chance of succeeding?

He was going to trust that American, even against all the odds. And maybe trust himself that he could send it, and the device will work in his use. And the five-minute limit? He was going to maximize it.

"You were supposed to give me a device Tony?" he asked, looking expectantly (and a little bit of excitement rushing through his veins, but who the hell would blame him) and held out his hand. Tony stared at him with those weird red big eyes of his and not a second later did he feel a weight on his hand.

"Shit. That bitch motherfucking crap."

The last standing country personification clutched the device tightly in his hands. He nodded his head towards the alien and twiddled the device's antenna.

He had a message to send.

Yahoo, here I go! You might notice after these chapters I tend to focus on America... because he's my favorite XD. Just like me focusing on Konran/Naruto more in my other story. But don't worry. The G8 will be the main cast. And the whole world.

You'll see how I'll handle it. :)