Solatorobo is actually a super good game :D I love the story, especially part two of the story since it's kinda canon with the real world. That made me super happy. So then I decided to do a Hetalia point of view kind of thing for when they're all warring over…something. I can't remember, finished the game a few days ago and can't exactly remember everything, so this'll be kinda inaccurate if you've played the game. I really recommend it if you play the DS/3DS, it's a wonderful game. I love it. So yeah, I'm not sure if this'll be a oneshot or a few chapters. Just tell me what you think it should be though I'm more comfortable with oneshot at the moment. I'll add other chapters if you ask for it and when I finish the game again so I can get a recap. Enjoy~

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They had managed to replace oil with crystals—who knew? That was something England would've never expected. China had figured it out though, so it probably wasn't something to be too surprised about. The guy discovered the magic of bamboo shoots combined with gun powder so he was bound to figure something else out within time. The Third World War seemed to be upon them unfortunately and to be truthful, England couldn't really remember why they were fighting.

China had begun to hoard all of the crystals for himself a while ago and began to bribe everyone in exchange for them. China was currently closed off to the world with the help of Russia since Germany and a few choice other countries had attempted to make the Asian country cooperate by force.

Russia was pretty close to closing off his borders as well, announcing that he'd be taking Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia with him. Poland had threatened to Russia that he'd have to fight him for Lithuania. Those two were at each other's necks at the moment, Russia had China at his back while Poland had a few European countries and of course, America at his—America mostly because the guy would oppose Russia no matter what these days.

Speaking of America, the superpower had become horribly greedy and even more self-centered than before. The northern states that bordered Canada had expanded northward at one point. England couldn't even remember when that happened either, just one day, they were what they were and the next, they had become larger and three more states were added as well with the new territory. He didn't bother with remembering their names, but then again, he couldn't even stomach the idea of memorizing them. America had attacked Canada for no reason, his excuse was that he was running out of natural resources.

Canada, having been invaded and forced out of the newly expanded states, had been obviously furious and fought back. Unfortunately for him, America could overpower him any day. So he ended up calling for France's help and now, America was at war against Russia, China, Canada and France. England refused to jump into any of the commotion.

France had managed to force his way into the North American continent, it having closed itself off when the war with Russia and China had broken out—the country paranoid of terrorists. It was pretty extreme too, nobody was let in, nobody was let out and England would scoff at that. Freedom his ass. The frog was also trying to convince him into getting involved with the war against America, but England refused.

"Then don't take his side," France had said. England rolled his eyes and told France that he sounded like Germany back in World War Two. The German country had tried to either convince him to become allies with him, or remain neutral in that war. Of course, England was too stubborn to stand by and watch the other take over all of Europe and fought against him.

Who else was there? The two Italy's, Veneziano and Romano had been split in two—Veneziano merging with Germany and Romano with Spain. But even if the countries were fine with it, that didn't mean that their citizens were as well. The people of the country that once was Italy were enraged and rebelled against Germany and Spain. They were repressed unfortunately and England doubted that the streets of Italy looked like they once did fifty years ago.

Spain had also become uncharacteristically greedy and had taken Portugal and Andorra, the small country in between France and Spain, all for his own. France had opposed of Spain's actions, but remained silent about the matter and didn't interfere, having problems of his own in North America.

Once again, England had no idea why they were all fighting. He didn't know where or when all of this chaos started. China could've started it all with his hoarding of the newly discovered fuel source, but if you delved deeper, there was far more to it. England was currently involved with nothing in particular, though was a bit wary about the war going on against Russia and China. It was slowly merging with the one in North America for Russia had just recently sent troops over to America in an attempt to invade the country according to Lithuania. If that was a success, Russia might join France and Canada in forcing America back to his original borders. That would result in a World War no doubt.

England stood up when someone began knocking on the door to his out dated home. It was either America or France and despite their situation, he really hoped that it was America—he couldn't imagine dealing with France at the moment.

"Hello England," he was greeted and England mentally sighed in relief. It wasn't France. For some reason he didn't like the way America didn't call him 'Iggy' anymore though. He'd dropped it right before he attacked Canada thirty years ago.

"Hello America, go sit down," he stepped aside so America could enter his abode. "How're things?" he then asked, the question feeling awkward on his tongue.

"Not good, heard that that bastard Russia's planning on invading in three days," America grunted, seating himself messily on the couch in the living room after removing his boots and throwing his leather jacket off. Instead of the regular '50' on the back of the piece of clothing England had gotten so used to for the last few hundred years, it had become a '54' abruptly with the addition of those three states due to forcing Canada out along with Puerto Rico joining a while ago. Personally, England preferred the fifty over the fifty four. It felt more balanced if that was the right word.

"Ah yes, heard about that from Lithuania. But I meant personally how are things going?" he asked as he seated himself in a chair next to the couch. America remained silent and England went as far as assuming that the other probably lost his personal life in the midst of all the chaos. It was a likely possibility though.

America sighed heavily. "Not sure how he got through security, but Canada visited yesterday."

England's large eyebrows rose in slight surprise. "And what was his reason?"

"Tch, just to send a warning," America shook his head. "It's obviously an empty threat, but whatever you say. Come on man," he then leaned closer to England. "You have to help me out, Canada and France are actually making progress, I mean—they've taken most of the east coast."

"What makes you think I care?" England's voice was a quiet mutter and he refused to meet America's eyes. "I don't want to get involved in any of this."

"Wha—? Didn't you promise me that you'd be at my side for anything?" America questioned, straightening up and furrowing his eyebrows at the shaggy haired blond sitting in the chair next to him.

"Yeah, but that was back then…"

"What do you mean back then?" His eyebrows furrowed further and he leant closer to the arm of the couch once more, this time England leaning away from the arm of the couch America was now leaning on. He didn't feel comfortable with being so physically close to the other at the moment. America seemed a bit hurt at the action, though it didn't show much and England brushed it aside anyways.

"I don't know how to explain it," England answered with a small sigh, raking a hand through his hair. "I just don't want to get involved with something that doesn't concern me at the moment."

"Come on, Russia's going to invade, you have to help me out sooner or later," America's voice was a slight childish whine. England remained silent, staring at the carpet below him in a slightly thoughtful way. He hadn't heard America use that tone in a while and concluded that he missed it a bit. "I've been fighting really hard to keep New England from France and Canada too…" America added hopefully as if it would make anything any better.

"I didn't know you still had that," England remarked, his voice muffled by his hand which was supporting his head.

"Hell yeah I still have it—why wouldn't I?" America asked curiously, tilting his head to the side in slight wonder.

"Because lately you've…changed…" England rubbed his index finger and thumb together, having yet to bring his gaze up from the solid colored carpet.

"How have I changed?"

"You've become assertive," England started. "Greedy, more self-centered than I remember," he continued, clasping his hands together in his lap as he glanced back up at America who was currently shoving Texas up the bridge of his nose. "You're not the optimist I used to know, the only thing that hasn't changed is your appetite and…" he trailed off.

"And…?"

"And your bloody voice," he felt his cheeks heat up a bit when he said that, America acted like he didn't notice it much to England's luck. "Still as obnoxious as ever…"

Someone knocked on the door and England huffed at having his alone time with the other interrupted. Yeah America had become a terrifying country, but that didn't mean that he was always that way.

He approached the door, mood getting sour at the thought of who this might be. This visitor was likely going to be France. Having America and France in the same building with what was going on at the moment wasn't the best idea either. He opened the door nonetheless.

And just like he had assumed, it was France. The wavy haired blond looked exhausted, yet was able to grin at England. "Bonjour Angleterre!" he pulled the other into a hug only to be shoved off.

"Bonjour," England muttered under his breath and stepped aside to let the Frenchman in. "You might not like my guest," he continued as they continued further into England's home. France cocked an eyebrow and peeked into the living room before frowning immediately and whipping his head to the side to send England a betrayed look.

"Pourquoi est-il ici?" his voice was a hushed, venomous hiss as if being any louder would scare England. Like hell that'd happen.

"I'm neutral remember?" England questioned, raising an eyebrow slightly and going as far as shrugging his shoulders. "I can have him over if I want to," he continued, stepping into the living room, France hesitantly following. America snapped to attention when he saw France following behind England and scowled.

"What's he doing here?" America asked, his voice low and even angry.

England rolled his eyes. "That's almost the same thing France asked me when he saw you tainting my couch," he remarked blandly as he seated himself back in the chair. France seemed reluctant to sit on the couch since America was on it, so he settled with sitting cross legged on the floor, back rested against the side of the chair furthest from the couch. "So what's your business here?" he leant over the edge of the chair so he could look down at the wavy haired blond.

"Well, I was going to just visit, but apparently I cannot do so with him here."

"Oh shut your mouth and keep quiet," America grunted, leaning forward so he could glare at France who had his back turned stubbornly to the American's direction. "I told you, I did that for my country, can't I think about my own people? Everyone's closing themselves off and imports aren't easy to come by any more…"

"Yeah, but you could've at least negotiated with Canada first."

"I was in a hurry!"

"Like hell you were!"

"You two, shut up!" England snapped, smacking France on the head since he had easy access to the other with their positions before doing the same with America, having to lean over to do so. "Keep arguing and I'll have to beat some sense into you."

America huffed and folded his arms, glaring intensely up at the ceiling fan while France continued to stare at the wall in front of him, straightening his hair back out. "Why does he have to be here?" America then asked, clearly not liking France's company and preferring to be alone with England. "If it's nothing important, then he can leave."

"Oh, and why do you have to be here?" France bit back, glancing over his shoulder to glare at America. "Is your reason any more important than mine?"

"Fine then, both of you will leave, I refuse to babysit," England growled, standing up and grabbing France's wrist before dragging the other to the front door. Once he almost literally threw France out, he stepped back into the living room to do the same with America. "Get up," he demanded, knowing well enough that he'd never be able to drag the American out like he had done with the Frenchman.

"What? No way," America furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms stubbornly.

"Why do you want to stay then?" he questioned, stuffing his fists moodily into his pockets. "It better be a good reason," he added before America could answer his question.

"We-well I just wanted to talk with you!"

"And France wanted to do the same," he huffed, staring stonily into America's eyes.

"Yeah, but we scheduled ours," America argued, though his voice wasn't assertive at all, more like a child trying to argue weakly against their parent. England sighed in defeat and shook his head, seating himself heavily in the chair next to the couch once more. "…Does that mean I can stay…?"

"I know I can't physically remove you so what else can I do?" England sighed, staring blankly at America who grinned. There was that self-centeredness again. "So what were we talking about?"

"My obnoxious voice," America answered, having yet to drop that annoying grin. England licked his lips and nodded his head, settling into a more comfortable position. "You also said that I changed," he continued, seeming a bit thoughtful when he said that. England nodded his head wordlessly again. "But you've changed too England."

"Hm, how so?"

"Well, unlike what you said about me, you've become less assertive than you used to be, though what you just did was some of the old you," America's grin widened. "You're even less talkative than you used to be and like…well see! I'm not self-centered!" his grin turned toothy as he sat up properly. It seems like when he's interacting with other countries the things England observed are clear, but when he was currently talking with him, some of those observations seemed to dissolve.

He simply hummed in reply and closed his eyes, thinking long and hard over what he was going to say next. "Have you heard about the rumors of this Project CODA?" he then asked, opening his eyes to look at America who simply blinked blankly back at him.

"…What?"

"…Never mind…" America didn't need to know this information, it was unavoidable anyways. They were going to destroy everything and since technology had come rather far, they were going to lift all of the continents into the sky to 'cleanse' and a new civilization will be started. England, America and everyone else will go with humanity as well. He wasn't sure how he got ahold of such information, he probably just got lucky. The lab was in Australia, a country that was connected to him so that was probably the reason why. It had been bothering him a bit lately.

"No, you can tell me," America's eyes hardened with determination. He looked like he was ready to take down whatever was bothering England.

"No, you don't need to know about it—it's nothing of great importance anyways," hell yes it is.

"Well the name of it doesn't exactly sound like 'nothing of great importance'…Project CODA…" America muttered to himself. "But whatever you say," he shrugged his shoulders and probably immediately forgot about it after that.

England sighed and turned away from America, glancing out the window. He didn't know what to do. The world was basically going to end in six months, so he really didn't think joining in in all of the conflict would do anything good. He'd just have to enjoy whatever time he had left. Of course almost nobody else knew about Project CODA and if they did, probably even less knew about what it was about. "Hey Iggy…"

England, a bit surprised that he'd been addressed by that old nickname, turned to face America. His eyes widened when he felt America's lips press against his own, his hands gently holding his face as the superpower leant forward, pushing England slightly onto his back.

When they separated, America seemed a bit embarrassed with what he just did. "And what was that for?" England questioned after a brief moment of nothing.

"I like you a lot…" America muttered childishly, hunching his back in his seat, hands tightly clasped together. "And for some reason I feel like nothing's going to get any better and we'll never see each other again or something like that…" he continued. "And I don't know what to do 'cause I'm confused…and I just want things to be like they were back then…back in, oh when was it?"

"The early twenty first century?"

"Yeah, like, nothing excessively bad was happening and—and we all kinda got along and shit," America sighed, rubbing one of his eyes. "Now we're all fighting and stuff…reminds me of the twentieth century…"

England shook his head, knowing that even though things might be able to be fixed, wouldn't make a difference anyways. But he knew he shouldn't be thinking pessimistically. "Yeah, I couldn't agree more," he sighed.

"So…can we like—try to fix things?"

"I guess we could try but…" England let himself trail off. He didn't need to worry America with the project that was being worked on in Australia. "It'll take a while," he changed what he was originally going to say.

"Yeah, but that won't keep me from trying," America grinned sheepishly. "'Cause you know me—I'm the hero," his grin widened and England couldn't help but smile as well. America hadn't called himself that in a while and that was another thing he found himself missing from the American like his absurd nickname. "Hey Iggy?" and there it was.

"What now?" he couldn't bring himself to feel irritated.

"Can I kiss you again?" he glanced over at America who was staring hopefully at him with blue eyes. "Please?" America sounded like a child begging for some candy.

"Fine," England huffed and America happily thanked him before leaning forward once more to kiss England for the second time that day, this time it being a little less gentle and more energetic with England cooperating in the activity.

As time passed, England helped America with mending the relationships he'd ruined, baby step by baby step. Canada was still a bit wary around America even after the American had given his look alike the land he'd taken, back to him. France still held a grudge against America for the next three months, but eventually it dissolved and the four could hang out in the same room without a huge amount of tension. France had removed his troops from the east coast as well.

Unfortunately, Russia successfully invaded America and took over most of the west coast and America's country was falling apart. America had fallen ill and was physically receiving the damage Russia and China were inflicting on him. England jumped into the conflict to protect America the best he could and ended up having Russia attack him from the air and the sea. Though unlike when he'd been attacked by Germany, he had France, Canada and Germany himself at his back since America had enough trouble back on his own land.

None of it really mattered though—all of the fighting for the project loomed over their heads like an anvil unbeknownst to a majority of them. Many countries noticed how the two English speaking nations were basically glued to each other at the hip and if they didn't notice that (like Veneziano), the stress of knowing about the Project CODA was taking its toll on England clearly.

He was getting less and less sleep and the lack of sleep was making him moody and paranoid. America had to forcibly knock the other out multiple times. As the day got closer, the Englishman would hole himself up in his room and sometimes would start crying for no apparent reason in the other countries' eyes. Nobody knew why England was plummeting into the depths of depression either. He refused to leak the information even to America as their relationship improved significantly after that day.

And eventually, they were all wiped from existence.

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Bonjour Angleterre – Hello England

Pourquoi est-il ici? – Why's he here?

God that was depressing to type. And I'm not exactly content with how it turned out either :P Again, I'm not sure if this'll be a oneshot or have one or two more chapters like, little scenes before they all die or something. Tell me what you think about that and please review, love to hear what you have to say ;D Peace out my friends ;)