A/N (Revised 8/19/16): Hello everyone! It's Kitty and I'm here to say that I've decided to revise Hetalia's Heroes in effort to get my brain wired to writing again. I'll try to resume Avenger's Impossible ((I know, I know, I've been saying that for a long time but it's really hard to continue without really knowing what I was planning from years ago)) and Colder than Ice. If anyone likes Darker than Black and Harry Potter then I recommend the story as a good read! I will be sure to finish it by the end of the school year, I assure you, but for now I'm going to be going through these few chapters and correcting and extending anything and everything.
Note: The plot will not change, just different parts of the story. There will be less connection to the feelings of the characters and their thoughts because I thought it broke the story up too much. If you all liked that from the story I will write it back in but for right now they will be extracted out from the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Avengers.
I hope you all enjoy reading! Hugs and kisses,
Kitty
America winces a bit, due to a sudden prickling pain down his spine. He warily gets up from the work desk, leaving behind piles on unread paperwork, and walks towards the door, his phone poised in a ready position. "Yo prez," he says easily. He hears the president's frantic voice on the other side. "Whoa. Whoa calm down. What happened." He listens, a frown slowly creeps onto his face and he runs his fingers through his blond locks. "So... you're saying that a god thingy came from a different dimension and is preparing to take over the world?"
The phone crackles. America's eyes widen in shock. "The Tesseract was taken? You said it was highly guarde-...yes. So to sum it up, this evil dude by the name, Loki has taken scientists as well as Hawkeye?" It crackles some more. "Well this sucks. I liked Hawkeye... Who have you contacted right now?" He listens, waiting. "...Black Widow, Captain America, the Hulk and Iron Man? Fun stuff. Okay. I'll prepare and gather everyone. Just let the S.H.I.E.L.D. In charge for now. I'll come up with the rest with my colleagues." He ignored the president's protest about it not being fun, and hangs up on him. He starts to dial everyone's phone numbers to issue a meeting.
This day has gotten better. Well, better as in he didn't have to do the dreaded paperwork now. He gets to be a hero and save the world from an evil god person thingy. America didn't really pay attention to the name. Well, he'll remember it when he needs to.
America paces the floor of the board room as the nations seat themselves in their respected places. After a few minutes of deadly silence, he coughs and starts."Ummm. I have gathered you all here because the..." he hesitates "The tesseract was stolen..."
All of the Nations bolt up and start to speak all at once. Germany feels a vein pulse on his jaw and he gets up, addressing the whole room. "Shut up! Let America explain everything. He surely has a good explanation of why this happened." He sits right back down, letting the American speak all the while staring at the man in irritation.
"Yes," America says weakly, catching the attention of all of the Nations, who looked quite irked at him. "Well, a god person thingy by the name of Loki has come through the Tesseract, using it as a portal, and is planning to take over and enslave the human race. The bright side is, we are gathering Black Widow, Captain America, Iron Man and the Hulk." Voices speak in a hushed whisper. "The down side," he adds, louder, "Is that Loki has Hawkeye, Professor Erik Selvig and other people."
"Loki?" asks Norway, his mouth twisted into a frown. "Loki has used the Tesseract and is preparing to take over the world that Thor is protecting?" He sighs, rubbing his temples, feeling a migraine coming on. "I need to notify Thor then..."
"Natasha Romanoff decided to help?" Russia chuckles, his evil aura expanding. "She's such a bright young girl. I'd like to see her again."
"No wonder Bruce Banner disappeared from my sphere," mutters India, staring at America. "It figures now." He looks cross for a moment at the fact that he was not informed of the strategized removal of scientist until now.
"So, what do you want us to do about this?" asks England. "They probably know what they're doing." He takes a small sip of Earl Grey, giving the American an unreadable look. If there was anyone that America depended on to take end-of-the-world scenarios calmly it would be England.
"That's where you're wrong. I'm not sure if they'll get along," says America quietly. "But that's why I assembled us all here, to help and be National heroes! We should come up with a name though...how about, since they're the Avengers, we could be...uhhhh. Freedom Fighters."
Everyone looks at him as if he sprouted two extra heads. "No," they all say in unison, vetoing the idea instantly, all the while crushing the American's heart.
Canada raises his hand, in effort to speak for a moment. "How about the Legions," he asks. "It would be-"
"I got it!" exclaims America, cutting off his brother. "How about The Legions as our group name. It would be awesome. And no one will know about us too!"
"What's the point of having a silly little name if we're not going to be acknowledged?" challenges Russia. He gives America a cold, daring smile.
America frowns at the Russian but from a look that Germany gives him he deigns not to be goaded by Russia's prompt. "Good question. It's always good to have a name if someone asks us," declares America, making England roll his eyes in exasperation to the man's behavior. Multiple voices started speaking at once to the idea-not all of them good-and it is then America knows that it's time to end the session. "Well, meeting adjourned! Norway and England, use your voodoo magic to summon Thor here to help us. Okay?"
"V-voodoo magic?" Sputters the Englishman, insulted. "I'll have you know that our magic is real!" He silences quickly at the disbelieving looks everyone else is giving him. "Non-believers," he mutters under his breath, taking up a pen and tapping it irritably on the table.
The two grumble in agreement to America's terms. Everyone leaves the room, ready to notify their government on what's going on and to let any flying, ship (invisible and not invisible) to be granted access through their countries. They wouldn't want the world to be conquered, right? So why not start and help right away.
"Bloody git," England complains on the streets of London, walking next to a stoic Norway. "Of course the Yankee just had to do somethingstupid and summon Loki." He sighs out in exhaustion as they reach his mansion and go behind it to an expanse of forest green.
"You have a big grass field, right?" asks Norway. "We need one to contact Asgard. No doubt that they're already trying to get Thor over, why not lend them a hand?"
England nods in affirmation and takes the Norwegian through the forest. There's no straight path and parts of it have been overgrown by nature. He patiently leads the Norwegian to a creek and they start downstream, the babbling of the creek their accompaniment for the journey with specks and choruses of bird chirps above head and scufflings of animals in the thrush.
It's near sunset when they reach a wide, luscious green meadow and position themselves in front of each other, their arms straight out and their hands splayed towards each other with their palms out. They stand about a half a mile apart. Concentrating, Norway starts to mumble something in Norwegian, and their hands start to glow, as well as the space between them. England mutters something too in Welsh, and a large magic circle appears, Norwegian symbols decorating the large witch circle, a glowing tree expanding from the middle, twisting with light, streaking the meadows in green and amber globes. A bright flash of blue light crashes down to the sky, shaking the branches frantically, and dark cumulus clouds gather above them; thunder rattles the grass and ground, as the light becomes brighter and the clouds swirl together. A sheet of lightning strikes the sky, painting the dark blue straight with a cord of gold and electric blue. It's then everything calms down and starts clearing.
"He's not there..." England trails off in disappointment and shock. Despite the great and awesome power that the pair had displayed, there was still a lack of a Norse god.
Norway shrugs, unmoved by the circumstance. "Just wait a few moments, sometimes there's a delay in the travel between time and space. Even for beings like gods that don't roam our sphere. It's quite-" Norway never got to finish what he was saying when a man falls haphazardly out of the sky.
They look in bemusement as a guy wearing a red cape appears before them, holding a small hammer. He walks towards them, hesitantly, unsure of what to do, his hammer weighing heavily in his hand. All he could think was There are humans, on the field and they saw me appear before them. He approaches them cautiously, careful not to scare them away, only so that he can ask them where they are right now. He needs to find his brother. He looks up to the sky in wonder; the sky is a molten red, the indigo of the clouds seeping away into the sunset.
"Excuse me, where am I?" He asks hesitantly.
England is the first to collect himself, straightening his clothes that became unkempt from the spellwork. Norway is looking at him with a blank expression, not sure whether or not to introduce themselves, or just wait for the Norwegian god to ask them for their names.
"Hello, you are in London, England-" He doesn't get to finish the sentence when the Norse god shoots up into the sky and disappears in an instant, leaving behind the smell of sulfur and iron, with a low humming thrumming the air. "How rude," he says, irked that the Asgardian didn't thank him for the hospitality or even for helping him cross the dimensional vortex.
Norway just shrugs. "We should get going."
America totters on his chair, watching a few Nations pace back and forth in nervousness and anticipation; others are either sleeping, eating, or waiting for any news of what is happening so far. So far the prospect of the end-of-the-world doesn't faze a whole lot of them, most of them surviving several possible instances of door creaks open and everyone whips their heads towards the sound, watching England and Norway step in.
"So, how did you do?" America asks, curious of the outcome so far.
England gives the American a blank look before sighing in exasperation. "Well, we got Thor," he says, not really wanting to answer what happened to the Norwegian god.
"The question is, where is he," France cuts off, earning a glare from the tired Brit. France just stares back at him, unblinkingly, almost daring him to snap back.
"He's wherever Loki is. Or at least trying to get there," says Norway, sitting down next to Denmark, watching him chug another bottle of beer. His nose delicately wrinkles in disgust at the other's behavior.
They all groan. None of them know where he is then. Though they can guess: over an ocean. That's the only place that they wouldn't be able to track people... well, as well as a few un-named and unexplored islands, but there's a very small chance of Loki or Thor being on any of them. Silence follows their groan, until Ludwig speaks up. "They're in Stuttgart, Germany. At least Loki is. I'm not positive of Thor's movements."
They all take in the information.
"The Italy's, Germany, and Prussia. I suggest all four of you go to Germany and seek him out. I don't believe you can get... possessed. Since we're countries." England says hesitantly. He looks at Norway for confirmation, who frowns.
They all turn to the Norwegian. Norway hesitates, picking his words wisely. "I believe that we won't become possessed if we're nations. We are the embodiment of the people who represent themselves as a part of us. Until they are all under the control of Loki, we won't fall under his control."
Everyone lets out a relieved sigh, of which they never knew they were holding.
"V-ve. I don't want to go to meet the bad man!" whines Italy to Germany, his amber eyes wide in fear. "I'm just an innocent Italian and I-"
"Shut the fuck up!" Romano snaps. "God! I already have to put up with the damn potato bastard-I definitely don't need your whining." He glares at his brother, watching him sniffle. He felt his heart just drop for a moment as his younger brother looks up at with a dejected look and flushes in embarrassment, choosing to look away to avoid such a sad look.
Germany just shakes his head in horror and defeat, knowing that there's no way of avoiding the situation. "Do you know why he's going to Germany?" Ludwig inquires.
America pauses for a moment before saying, "He's looking for a precious metal: iridium".
Germany frowns deeply in response to this and nods. "Let's just get going," he sighs.
The three nod-Romano begrudgingly-and follow Germany out of the door, signaling the dismissal between all of the Nations.
"Wow," whistles America appreciatively. "That went better than I expected."
Everyone looks at him in disbelief and leaves, leaving the now whining American behind. "Come back guys! I didn't mean it like that! Guys-" The door slams in his face, leaving him all by himself. Wait. Awesome. "All by myself...don't wanna be...all by myself...anymore." he sings morosely.
Canada looks at him in disapproval. "That's a Canadian song America, please don't kill it."
America jumps up in surprise, thinking that he was all alone. "The fuck! Ghost!" He runs out.
The Canadian sighs. "I'm your brother."
"Ve~ We're going to a party~" sings Italy happily, waiting in line to turn in his ticket.
Germany shushes him and introduces them all to the security guard at the entrance. "I'm Ludwig Beilschmidt, this is my brother, Gilbert Beilschmidt, and Lovino and Feliciano Vargas," he coughs out their human names, handing an invitation to the security guard who reads it thoroughly and nods for them to enter.
They had arrived to Germany a few hours ago, enough time to dress in formal attire. Lovino irritably adjusts his tie before moving toward the entrance. He taps his foot impatiently, waiting for the rest to follow behind.
Feliciano breathes out in wonder at the inside of the building. He is taken away by the tall ceilings and the ornate yet simplistic decorations of the whole venue. A gaggle of already buzzed woman walk by, giggling into their champagne glasses.
"Ve~ Where's the food?" He asks. Turning to Ludwig, he prompts once again, "Do you know where the food is?"
Ludwig felt a vein twitch above his brow. "Feli, we're here for-" He stops, thinking better of it. He warily eyes the crowd in front of him. They don't know who to trust and who to not to. If America couldn't detect who was taken under Loki's control, then no doubt they can't either. It's best to assume that everyone around them has the possibility to already be under the control of Loki-or even Loki in that matter. "Never mind. The food is over there." He points to a long table where trays and platters of food lay, waiting to be eaten by the guests. "Just don't go-" Ludwig stops again, looking at the empty space beside him. A feeling of dread courses through his body from the left.
Lovino glares at the German, his eyes narrowed in suspicion and distrust. "Look," he hisses, "if Feliciano gets hurt in any way shape or form, I will sic the mafia on you. Don't think that as a nation you'll get out without anything. You can still die." With that he stomps away through the crowd, disappearing with ease.
Ludwig sighs. This is going to be a long night.
He turns to address his brother only to find him already gone. It was in this instance that he realizes that it's going to be a long night.
Well, it could be worse. But it could be a lot better.
A man steps onto the podium, addressing the crowd boisterously.
All four of them watch silently in their respective corners as a man appears from the entrance, holding a large alien spear. Loki, at least they think it's Loki, walks down the stairs and down the array of people, of whom parted ways to let the formidable man through. There's an arrogant and lofty grin on his face. The audience watch in morbid fascination as the Asgardian easily picks up the man and pins him down onto one of the tables, shoving his spear into the man's eye. The nations could feel a crackle of energy before Loki releases him and turns to the guests. That's when everyone starts running in fear, leaving only three people left in the room, all hidden from sight: Lovino and Ludwig. They assess the man from their positions.
Ludwig glares at Loki, feeling a well of hate burning in his stomach. He already knows what the man wants: iridium. He can feel the now newly reformed businessman handing over the precious metal to the god and has the urge to grab it from him right then and there, but a warning glance from Lovino stops him.
They prepare to follow the Trickster outside and watches the Asgardian raise his scepter and perform an enchantment of some 's then they all see three Lokis. Three of those assholes appear around a cluster of guests, their face menacing. Lovino stands next to Ludwig quietly as Feliciano and Gilbert catch up with them. From the looks of it, it seems like the two were off making sure that no other goons of Loki were around.
Ludwig stares at the Asgardian's back, the familiar sensation of hate returning and it is in that instant that he realizes why he isn't fond of the man. The man is a very similar reflection of Hitler: wanting to gain power and enslave the human race. The only difference was that Hitler was looking for a perfect race, a perfect world, while Loki desires to destroy the world.
He grinds his teeth to prevent himself from attacking the heathen. He watches in distaste and disgust as the Trickster commands everyone to bow to him. To honor him. To swear allegiance to him as their ruler, as their king.
An elderly man catches his attention. The gentleman stands up defiantly to Loki and says something spitting to which Loki doesn't take happily. Loki prepares to kill the elder, only to be shot back. The four Nations look with mild interest as Captain America appears and challenges Loki.
Ludwig prepares to join the fight. He has been itching for a while to beat the man to pulp only to find himself being held back by Lovino.
"It's my country," Ludwig objects fiercely, struggling under his grip.
"This is not your fight. It is theirs right now. If we reveal who we are in this moment we'll lose our footing for the future. I know that this is your country, but you can only do so much for your people before it becomes too much." He says. There's understanding in his tone, as if he's been through the same scenario before, and knowing South Italy, he has. His bright green eyes focusing on Captain America and Loki with interest.
Captain America is defending the elder with defiance worthy of the man of his caliber.
Ludwig feels a small shift in the air pressure and he looks up, and there's Iron Man, flying down in his glowing armor of fire engine red and dark gold. They corner Loki and he eventually surrenders. The four nations narrow their eyes in suspicion. The only time a man of Loki's power and ability surrenders-the man's a Norse god-is when they are planning something. They hope that the two know what they're doing.
The Germanic country takes this chance to help the Avengers out. "Hello," he says, stepping forward. The two men turn around in surprise. "Would you like any assistance?"
Captain America politely says, "We have it, it's okay."
Germany's eyes assess the captain. The man looks slightly tired and Germany can't blame him-after all, who can of a war hero who just woke up a few times ago and then has to go back to an area where he went to die. "Soldier," Germany says and Captain America straightens up in surprise, "When I ask you a question it is a 'yes' or a 'no', not and never a maybe or any other answer."
Captain America's eyes widen and he stutters out an, "Yes, we would-", only to be cut off by Iron Man.
"You don't need to. We got it. We don't need any interferences."
"By the statement of, 'we got it'," sneers Romano. "Does that mean you're able to repair the damages?" He points to broken cars, strewn across the street, daring for them to say 'yes.' "Now answer the question. It's not hard," he says, giving them a small condescending smirk.
Before Iron Man can say anything Captain America says, "Yes, could you help make sure everyone's safe, and help make sure this guy won't make any...unwise moves."
Romano grins wickedly, "Happily." He claps quickly. "Oi. Fratello, help by starting to clear the roads with Pr- Gilbert. Ludwig and I will help make sure this," he heavily kicks Loki who glares at him in return, "thing will be handed to the aircraft."
"Ve~ Okay fratello~" Hums Feliciano, pulling Prussia along with him toward the building. "Oh. And Luddy. Do you feel better?" He sense the German's uneasiness for a while, and decided that this was the right time to ask him if he is fine.
Germany gives him a weak smile, hiding an uncomfortable feeling that's bubbling in his stomach. "Ja. Thanks Feli."