So this is my first attempt at fanfiction, and I hope it doesn't fail too much. I'm not exactly the greastest writer, so there might be some OOC or there might be a lot of it. Please review and enjoy!

"Are ye absoballylutely positive that we should ask 'em? They're humans, Red! Humans! We haven't seen humans in many, many seasons, wot wot, much less talked to them!" The rather tall gentleman that was speaking leaned back into the seat of the taxi and sighed ruefully, shaking his head. She just won't listen to me, he thought as the girl in the cab with him began to speak. "Sal, if we don't do something, then Mossflower is going to be overrun by that wildcat and her vermin. Redwall and Salamandastron will go down as well. Look at poor Moss." The young girl with fiery red hair gestured to their sleeping companion. It was a boy who appeared to be older than the girl but younger than the man. He was asleep and leaning on her shoulder, warm to the touch and covered in scratches.

"Yah, Red, 'e does look terrible. However, that doesn't mean we should ask these… these… blast, what were they again?" he asked sheepishly. "Countries, Sal. Countries." "Right. We've always managed to defeat the bally vermin before, so why should we ask these countries for help?"

The girl shook her head. "Don't you get it? They have all but destroyed Mossflower, your mountain is under constant attack, and the Redwallers can barely defend themselves! With the main forces decimated, your hares fighting sea battles, and Log-a-Log and Skipper in captivity, we have no other choice but to ask this world's nations for assistance. We don't want -" She was interrupted due to their taxi coming to an abrupt stop outside a building, waking up the boy on her shoulder by flinging him forward.

"Hey Mossy, are you going to be okay for this?" The man said concerned. "I-I should be fine," the boy said groggily. "Besides, the whole of Mossflower needs us to do this, right?"The girl nodded as the trio unbuckled and paid the cab fare, stepping onto the sidewalk in front of the building.

"Well, here it is, gentlebeasts. The World Conference Building, London, United Kingdom, place of our salvation, of all of Mossflower's salvation." the red-haired girl said quietly. The man answered her. "Yah, but only if they'll agree, Red. Only if they will agree."

Another world meeting, another headache suffered. At least for the more serious nations.

America was blathering on about something involving a giant hero, global warming, hamburgers, and aliens, as per his usual. North Italy was pestering Germany to no end about football, gelato, and pasta, much to the blonde's discomfort. North Italy's brother, South Italy, was nowhere to be seen.

Russia was smiling creepily, scaring the Baltics and making everyone uncomfortable. Poland was petting his pony that had somehow been let into the conference room. Prussia had managed to sneak in yet again and started crowing about his awesomeness. France was being, well, France. Basically, this was a state of pure and utter chaos, much like the rest of these meetings.

England sighed and rubbed his temples. "Ugh, why must all these meetings go so awry…" Suddenly there was a light knocking at the large double doors. Everyone suddenly stopped what they were doing. Even America shut up to hear the argument going on outside the doors.

"Don't knock yet! The meeting is still in progress! We don't want to make a bad impression by interrupting!" That was a girl's voice. "Well, it's too late now, Red. Besides, aren't we allowed in? We ARE-" A boy's voice, slightly strained. "Would ye two shut yer traps already? They ken hear us!" Another male voice cut in, this one being deeper. Then, as suddenly as the intrusion happened, it stopped. An awkward silence came over the room. "We should let them in, da?" Smiling, Russia got up out of his chair and walked over to the large doors. Surprisingly, no one protested to him letting in the late arrivals. But that might have been because it was Russia doing it.

Russia opened the doors to let in whoever- or whatever - was waiting outside. The small group walked in. It was made up of: a girl of about 14 with long, fiery red hair, wearing a light brown sundress and sandals; a boy of 17 with short brown hair, wearing a green polo and slacks with a pair of Van's slip-ons; and a man of his late twenties, maybe early thirties, with spiky black hair with a white streak in the back, wearing a black suit and dress shoes. Quite the odd party, thought England as they came in.

"I'm terribly sorry for this interruption, sirs and madams," the girl apologized in an English accent. "That's okay, aru. We weren't really getting anything done," China piped up. "Ah, I see…" The girl hesitated before continuing. "I might as well get right to the point. You see, we are what you people would call countries." This caused some confusion amongst the other countries. They started to talk loudly amongst themselves. "What? But I thought there were only 196 official countries?" "That can't be right! The government would have, like, totally told us, right Liet?" "Ve~ Germany, that new girl country sure is pretty!" "Whaaa? But they aren't on my world map!" "America-san, that is not a world map. That is a map of your country."

"HEY! Shut yer traps! Red is trying ta speak!" The larger man lashed out at them. It appeared that these strange people all had British accents. She blushed and continued, seeing as how they had quieted down. "Thank you, Sal. As I was saying, we are countries. However, we are not countries of your world."

A silence came over the conference room. No one had expected something like this. The only aliens they had encountered were the Pict and Tony, America's friend the Roswell alien. And they certainly didn't look human. Humanoid, yes, but human, no.

"So, you're aliens?" America had a hopeful look in his eyes. "Not quite sure we're aliens in that sense o' the word." The younger man piped up in a surprisingly cheery tone. He had a British accent as well . "I'm Mossflower. The girl with the bright red hair is Redwall. And the old man is Salamandastron." Mossflower grinned as Salamandastron interrupted. "Old man? Please, you're probably older than I am, cheeky blighter." "Anyways-"Redwall gave them a look as she broke in, "We're countries from a parallel world. Mr. England should know all about us, right? A mister Jacques came over to our world to write a whole line of stories about us?"

England started at the mention of his name. "Jacques? Ah, yes, I recall him. Quite a nice chap, shame that he's passed. So you're saying you're from the Redwall books?" "Yes, in a sort of way. Ah, Moss, what are you doing?" Redwall looked over at Mossflower, who had snuck away and was talking to Italy about something. The latter gasped suddenly, and then furiously started to write something down on a scrap piece of paper. "Sorry Red, I just had to get this recipe from this Italy guy. It's for a dish called pasta an' it sounds yummy!" Redwall sighed and shook her head. "We're here on business, Mossy. Sometimes it's hard to believe you're the oldest." Mossflower just grinned and continued to talk with Italy.

Most of the other countries were a little skeptical about these new "countries", England being one of them.

"If you're from Redwall… then how come you are human?"

Redwall started to stutter, "W-well you see… Ah, um…"

Salamandastron butted in. "Humph, so you want proof, do ye? I'll give ye proof!"

"Ah, Sal, don't!" Redwall cried.

"Sorry Red, but I think that this is necessary. I hate ta do this, but I'm pulling rank. Ready Moss?" Mossflower saluted and ran over. "Aye aye sir! Changing back to normal is a go!"

Before anyone knew what was going on, the visitors vanished in a puff of smoke, and then…. Absolutely nothing. The weirdoes had vanished. The new ones, that is.