A/N: Hello, everyone! Awesomeness has returned! (I still acknowledge Prussia as being more awesome though.)
This is a multi-chapter fanfiction, (obviously) and I intend to finish it, though it'll take long. It took a long time to write this chapter, (I've been a slow writer) and now it's finally out there for you all to see. I hope you'll enjoy this!
This fanfic includes Nyotalia, of course, so if you don't like it, don't read.
Disclaimer: Someone else created Hetalia and Nyotalia, not me. The only thing I really own is this plot and the OC Raven. But there'll be more OCs. Happy reading!
"There was a message from an unknown source that threatened us, and the personifications of the nations. It has been recorded here." The President informed.
The nations' bosses, or at least some of them, were having a computer conference.
The President glanced at a woman. She was in her mid-forties, though she still seemed a bit young. She wore a gray pinstripe suit with a skirt, and underneath was a magenta shirt. Her hair was a dark brown, refined with a piece of pink jewelry holding together some strands of hair next to her left ear.
"Raven," The president asked, "Play the recording."
Raven nodded, then in a stoic manner, turned on the recording. Some of the other bosses, or people who were willing to translate to them, leaned closer to their speakers to hear the threat. The voice of the so-called threatener came up. The voice was changed so that no one would be able to know who it was. Whoever this person was, he or she was smart.
"Hello, World Leaders. Or, bosses of those people called 'nations.' I know about your secret. And I am willing to use it as an advantage. I know about where they are, what they do, and exactly what it is that makes them so different from us humans."
"They are somewhat immortal, indeed. But what if that vital quality is suddenly ripped away from them? That would be a problem, wouldn't it? Especially if they end up in the wrong hands. My ambition, world domination. And I lead that ambition with an iron will. That will is not one to be taken lightly, as it is hard to break."
"The Alpaca is watching you, and your nations, and you won't be finding us anytime soon."
With that, the message ended. Everyone showed concern about the message. Just a week ago the male personification of the U.S. got attacked. He was knocked out, and apparently the only thing that happened was that blood was drawn from him. Even though he didn't really get harmed, it was a wake up call that something was out to get the nations.
There were questions running through their heads. Does this mystery person have highly dangerous weapons? Does he know how to strip the nations of their prolonged life? And did he even try to revise his threat first before broadcasting it? Because it seemed like an amateur speech. Finally, someone finally spoke.
"Is this the same people as the ones who attacked Mr. Jones earlier?" The UK's boss questioned.
"Shouldn't it be best to heighten the security around the nations?" Germany's boss asked.
"Yes." The president answered. " And by the nations, I mean all of them. Especially the ones going to the meeting. The World Conference is in a few days."
The World Meeting finally came.
And all of the nations were starting to go inside the building where they sometimes met.
This time, it was in the US State of Virginia.
One of the nations going was the female USA herself, or Emily A. Jones. Today, she decided to wear a slightly undone blue blouse with a black tie. It was underneath a black suit, which included a skirt that barely reached her knees. She brought a suitcase that she was swinging back and forth.
This World Meeting, I'm going to show an idea so awesome, It'll even blow Ally away!
She was referring to Alice Kirkland, or the UK. Other names that the Englishwoman went by was Britain, England, all of the foreign names for her, and the nickname Alice hated the most, Wonderland.
"Hello, Ameri-!"
The speaker just barely avoided getting hit by America's suitcase.
"Oh! Japan? I didn't see you there!" America greeted her friend and fellow nation Japan, her human name being Sakura Honda. She noticed that Japan was wearing a red and white kimono with a few chrysanthemums added in the design. In her hair was another chrysanthemum, but it was pink this time instead of the usual yellow.
"Wow. You're pretty, you look like one of those priestess-girls-whatever they're called."
"It's a miko, and thank you."
A cell phone suddenly rings. "Oh! That's mine, excuse me," America reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out a phone decorated with white stars. "Hello?"
"Ms. America, you'll be fine right? You do know that you are most likely being targeted?"
"Oh, hey Raven." America knew the woman known as Carly Raven. She was her secretary who often checked up on her and what she was doing. This did annoy Emily, but she knew that Raven meant well.
"I mean, I am an abnormally strong person." Emily continued on, "So, I don't think that 'Alpaca' person even stands a chance at world domination!"
Sakura's eyes widened. "Alpaca?"
The Japanese lady knew that she, America, and most of the other nations were being targeted by some organization wanting to take over the world, so their governments took precautions to ensure their safety, but she, like most other nations, didn't think it was necessary.
I mean, there were…events where this was attempted, but it always failed, and certainly an organization with a leader called "Alpaca" won't be the first to succeed.
Meanwhile, Raven was still talking to Emily through the phone. "You know the rules, you have to stay in groups, comply with the guards, be cautious, and absolutely don't ever go into the other half of the conference center."
Unbeknownst to Raven, Emily was mocking her, with Sakura watching, she was mouthing "Blah blah blah" and making her own hand talk.
"I know Raven, you almost always say that last rule when I'm going to a world meeting. Why can't we nations ever go to that 'other side of the conference center?" America imitated Raven's voice at the last part of her sentence.
America heard Raven sigh. "The rule is there to make things more convenient for us. I'm sorry, I got to go, now remember what I said."
America was about to ask Raven more, but Raven hung up and America pouted. She sighed, then looked at Japan, who was interested in the conversation that she and Raven had.
"Japan, what would Raven have meant by 'that rule' being there to make things more convenient for us?" In truth, Japan didn't really know herself.
"Probably it means that most of us cause so much chaos at world meetings, so our bosses want us to cause as less damage as possible."
"Haha, we're really that bad aren't we?" A voice piped up behind the two women.
"Hey Japan, America."
The two turned around and saw another nation behind them. It was a tall woman with golden hair in a boyish cut, her eyes being some mix of green and blue. She wore a black pinstripe suit. The jacket was unbuttoned, showing a white ruffled blouse. Mostly hidden underneath her pants, were high-heeled black boots. This was Germany, or Monika.
"Hi, um, do you girls know where Italy is?" The German walked beside them. In this case, Italy was also known as Margherita Vargas, a cheery, energetic woman, but she could be annoying to Germany at times.
"Huh, well, I didn't see her." America answered.
Germany sighed, exasperated. She ran her hand through her hair as the four entered the large building. "I guess she's going to be late."
Meanwhile, at the other side of the conference building, an Italian man who also went by the name Italy was walking towards the building for his world meeting. This young man's human name was Feliciano Vargas, and, like Margherita, he was cheery, energetic, and not the brightest.
He could be thinking about world affairs, or the fact that he was told that an organization with "Alpaca" was after him and his friends, but no, he just thought about pasta for the time being.
Ve…I hope I can get pasta after the meeting. I wonder how Germany's doing. What am I going to do after this?
Italy's train of disconnected thoughts was suddenly thrown off track when a young woman ran into him. Because of this sudden force, he ended up toppling to the ground. And it hurt.
"Ow…"
The girl was still standing, and she immediately knew what she had done. What's worse, the papers she had were flying away. "Oh no! I'm so sorry, I'd help you up but my papers are flying away!"
As the girl chased the papers, Italy was able to stand up by himself, and he got a good look at the girl that crashed into him. She had amber hair, and it had a curl that dangled from the left side of her hair. He couldn't see her eye color since her eyes were almost closed. She was wearing a pretty sundress with a green, pink, and purple floral pattern. To add to that, she wore a short black cardigan. The wind made her even prettier in his eyes.
Feliciano notices that a paper of hers flew by him. He runs towards it and catches it, and then he hands it back to the girl. "Huh? Oh, grazie." She responds.
Grazie? Is she Italian?
It was the girl's turn to get a good look at Feliciano. "Wow, you're handsome. Do you like pizza?"
The woman's random question reaches Feliciano. "Ve~, I do like it! But I think pasta's better." Feliciano smiles happily.
The girl laughs. "Yeah! Pasta's good too!" Still smiling, the girl looks at her expensive-looking watch. At first, she has difficulty with finding out what the numbers and hands mean. When that's over, her eyes snap open in surprise and she starts panicking.
"Eeh?! Oh no, I'm late I'm late! Ger-Monika's going to be mad at me! I'm so sorry! I have to go! Goodbye!" When the girl finishes her rambling, she's already running.
"Wait," Feliciano shouts after her. "What's your name?!"
The girl quickly answers as she enters the building. "It's Rita!" Then she disappears out of sight.
Italy wished he could follow her, but she was late and he didn't want to make her late, and he knew how bad that would be. Plus the guys that were guarding the place didn't look like they wanted him to follow.
When he joined America, Germany, and Japan inside the elevator, ( in this case, Alfred, Ludwig, and Kiku.) Germany asked him where he was. Italy replied with, "I ran into a pretty lady and I talked to her about pasta and pizza!"
Germany looked away and shook his head, muttering "of course."
The world meeting (the one with Feliciano, Kiku, Alfred, and Ludwig) finally started and it was going well until Mr. America brought a certain thing up.
"Well everyone, there's been a problem that just came up recently and I think all of your bosses already told you about this earlier."
He rambled on, "There's some type of secret-organization-thingy that knocked me out last week, which was not cool. Also they want to take over the world and they plan on capturing all of the more powerful nations so they can conquer us and make some evil army, oh, and maybe to kill all of us off too."
Some of the other nations were struggling to keep up with the loud American.
"Since they're all like freaking ninjas hiding in the shadows, we don't know much about them. Apparently the only other thing my boss knows about these people is that they're called 'Alpaca' especially the leader. I think that's a pretty stupid name though, they should come up with something more dangerous like the World-Domination-League or something like that. Oh, I know! Let's call them Nationocalypse!"
Japan commented with a neutral look on his face. "I guess since us being killed off will be an apocalypse…"
"Wait a second!" England, or Arthur spoke up. "How can you go from saying the secret organization's trying to kill us, to finding a new name to call those lunatics?" he looked at America with an irritated look on his face.
America merely answered, "Cuz can!"
"But still. They're calling themselves that so we might as well not even bother."
"Meh," France made a quick wave with his hand. "I disagree with both of you."
"Oh, and what's your third option? Horrify them with tacky clothing?" England was taunting him.
"Hey! I'm nothing like that!"
"That's a bit hypocritical isn't it?"
"No! I'd instead say that we should horrify them with your putrid scones!"
And a fight erupted from there, but it wasn't mayhem just yet. China decided to comment about the organization.
"I believe that by the time they name themselves 'Alpaca,' they've already lost."
"Wait," South Korea added, with an enthusiastic smile. "Maybe they're trying to deceive us! I know since a trick like these originated from me!"
"No, it didn't…" Iceland mumbled.
"Deceiving or not, we'll be able to defeat all of them, da? Especially me." Russia seemed to have a scary aura at the last part. How can some wimpy organization think of actually being able to capture him?
Everyone kept chattering at the same time, doing activities like drawing for some, and a few were even sleeping. It rapidly ascended into chaos. There was so much fighting and bickering, and one man was at one end of the table, getting unnerved by everyone's antics during the world meeting. Germany finally got fed up and decided to take action.
"EVERYBODY! SHUT UP!" And they did, looking at the German who stood up and had his hands slammed onto the table. "How many times do I have to tell you this?! Meetings are meant to go over and solve problems, not causing or arguing about them, otherwise this would be called the World Bickering! Now, I'm certain the issue here is these enemies called 'Alpaca.' Everyone go back to their seats, and each person should have several minutes at the most to share their thoughts about this issue."
As Germany was talking, the rest of the nations slowly went back into their seats.
"Who wants to go first?" One person raised his hand. "Oh! Me! Me!" Italy sat there, waving.
"Very well then," Germany sat down to hear Italy speak.
"Can we all wave white flags at them? And then when they capture us, when they least expect it, we'll steal all of their pasta!"
It didn't take too long for the room to become chaotic again. Unknown to them, the door to the meeting room was opened just a little, and a certain Italian girl was peeking through the crack, and she saw almost the entire thing.
Margherita Vargas, the woman known as Italy, quickly backed away and ever so stealthily ran back to her own meeting, excited by what she just saw.
A/N: Do you know how bad it is to type lots of stuff and then it has to get erased?
That happened to me. IT SUCKS YOU HAVE TO TYPE IT AGAIN WITH ALL OF THAT PREVIOUS MOTIVATION GONE.
I'm not sure about how the World Leaders keep in touch, so I assume that one method is through live conversations using webcams or something like that.
So, I know that the Nyotalia characters are actually different from the original characters. I'm going to make the Nyotalia personalities as accurate as I can. I'd say that the characters are all wearing what they'd usually wear to World Meetings.
Why did I name the evil organization Alpaca? Well, I kind of wanted their name to be ridiculous, and as I read from Himaruya's Alpaca story, apparently they have horrifying gazes when used for torture.
Fem!Italy met Italy, and now she saw most of the meeting! I wonder what'll happen from there…
The next chapter should be in about a week.
Thanks for reading! And review if you want to.