Title – Auto-Armageddon

Started – (CH1) 3-23-10

Finished – (CH1) 3-24-10

Characters – ALL (Like, seriously. XD)

Genre – Romance and Suspense/Adventure (undecided second genre)

Rating – T for language and implied 'mature' content

Upfront Summary [the summary that shows up with all the other information before you click on to read the story] = Scream havoc and let slip the floods of war. It's the end of the world as they know it.

IMPORTANT!A/N – Uploaded for I Love My Fans for Valentines' Day in which I edit and upload for as many different writing projects as I can for Valentines' Day and spam your inbox! XD

A/N – This story was inspired by Tomo Mizuki's "The Apocalypse" which went from breath-takingly dramatic to strangely humor-focused. That being said, I love her idea and her dramatic first chapters and wanted to try my own hand at it if it stayed in that genre. Just so you know though, Tomo Mizuki, I'm not trying to diss you. *severe bow* I…just really wanted to try. ^^; So, also with THAT being said, I would appreciate it if everyone reading this note would read her story as well. There isn't anything really that could be spoiled by reading hers first and then mine or vice-versa. I just thought it'd be nice since she inspired this in the first place. ^^~

Common Key =

~~~(SceneChange/EndScene)~~~

"Dialogue"

Thoughts/Emphasis/Whispering/Non-English/Songlyrics/Flashback

EMPHASIS/LOUD

Narration

'So-called/Texts/Written'

Disclaimer = I do not own Axis Powers: Hetalia/APH. Hidekaz Himaruya does. If I did, I'd update moar. (Ho crab, I typed that! o.o)

Well guys, this was a lot of fun to write and required quite the brain power to sort it all out, so I hope you enjoy it! :D

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Auto-Armaggedon)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was their own doing. Their desire for fire power, their greed beyond need, and their pursuit of convenience. They were like frogs placed in slowly boiling water. Too often had they let their differences come between their respect for Mother Earth.

The world was coming to an end.

Global warming was always, clearly, a major issue, but only when the first country died, shouting curses and injustices, did the other nations declare a temporary ceasefire in World War III.

~~~(Ponyo Goes Night-Night)~~~

It was young, small Sealand. Peter Kirkland by his friends. When half of his population (which amounted to two inhabitants) drowned one regular afternoon, his older brother Ireland came to check up on him. His castle on the sea, his tiny but deeply treasured fortress, was reduced to a small mound of quickly eroding steel.

"What ar you waitin for? Geet in hair!" shouted Ireland as he stopped his small boat beside what was left of Sealand's port.

Sealand shook his head gracefully. "No. I'm staying." It was ironic how tall he felt when his nation was crumbling away; he felt like the tallest country in the world right now. "Till the end, Brother Quinn," he added.

"What ar you stayin for exacklee?" he exploded. Ireland gestured at the fading land his little brother was standing on. "You wer nevah a country, lad."

He shook his head again at his older brother. Tears began to spill from his eyes; he let them without a fight because he knew that half the reason was from the country's almost-underwater status. His legs were starting to give in, and he could already feel the cold water filling his stomach. "I'm the number one country, brother," Ireland gave him a strange look, "In Heaven."

No, he wouldn't accept that. He reached out and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him onto his boat; Sealand crashed in with a thud.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Sealand demanded, getting up immediately, although he couldn't hide his wince of pain. The boy's legs were becoming numb.

"Savin yer arse!" Ireland replied with his back to his younger brother as he tried to get his boat started again. He heard quick footsteps behind him and grabbed the kid's waist just before he jumped off the boat. "Sit still, you ittle brat!"

"As the prince of Sealand, I order you to let me go!" Sealand retorted.

"Don't be a dumbarse! Yer a-gonna drown!"

"Put me down! Release me at once, Ireland!"

"If ye know what's good for ye, you'll a-stay on dis hair boat!"

"Not on your life!"

"This is your life, Peter!" Ireland began, his accent clearing up. "You are NOT a country. Even if all your iron sinks to the deepest, darkest part of the sea, you can continue to live with England, Wales, Scotland, and I. You're human, Peter. You are NOT Sealand."

"I am too-" he went into a hacking fit.

"Peter!"

"I am just as much a country as you are, Ireland." His tears wouldn't stop falling, but they weren't falling fast enough. He could feel the water filling his lungs. "I AM THE PRINCE AND THE VERY ESSENCE OF SEALAND, AND ALL OF YOU OTHER COUNTRIES ARE MY SERVANTS FROM EARTH! SEALAND IS THE BEST COUNTRY IN-"

He stopped abruptly to the faint pop that resonated inside his chest. Ireland cringed thinking of small lungs bursting like a balloon. His eyes had lost its color, a glaze quickly layering the surface. His patriotic fire was doused.

Ireland stared into his little, little brother's empty face. "Y…You were a country after all…brother…," he uttered in disbelief.

The castle on the sea was no more.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Nationalism)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N – Lame title chapter is lame. XP

Yep. That's…That's it. First chapter. Hasn't been sorted out much, but it's a story I'd like to continue writing. It's pretty much on hiatus though. ^^;

Quinn McKinley/Ireland is a Hetalia OC made by my good friend talentless-art. I think he's cool. :D

Uhhhh…wow, don't have much to say here. Just please read and review, okay? ^^

~TMRomance