I had this idea and I wrote this a week or so ago, and I just remembered it. I really want to write this series; it seems fun~ I just hope you all like it as much as me...

Hetalia: I Am Country! Set during WW3! This story will have multiple Acts. Act 1's main character is Amelia, a young American girl living in the cave systems of Kentucky. More characters will come.

This focuses on the Nyo!talia characters, but the regular characters will appear soon enough! Well! Enjoy!


Hetalia: I Am Country

Act I: Stars and Stripes

Chapter 1: Setting the Stage

Do I really care? It was bound to happen. Stability is only a figment of our imagination. It is nonexistent. I knew this would happen one day. I knew it was coming. Yet, I fearlessly forced myself to believe peace was real and within our greedy reach. But now, while war is upon me, do I really care for peace anymore? Or am I ready for the end.

World War Three.

Those words, words that were once a laugh to the individual mind, were all too real. A reality no one wanted to face. Now, all of humanity, save for the brave soldier, were cowering underground. Dark, dank holes they might as well call their graves. But who would want to travel to the surface? Who would want to escape the cold Hell they were in?

Above ground lay a wasteland. Lakes and rivers were dried up. The grass was dried to dust; deserts covered the once green earth. If one were lucky enough, the ground might just be solid, but cracked and brittle. Every now and again you would find the barren trunk of a tree. You may even find an Oasis: spots of land that had fresh water, lush greenery and trees. On every continent, this was hard to find. Soldiers flocked to Oases, solely for the water to drink. But there was a flip-side. For every Oasis was a Mirage. A Mirage appeared to be an Oasis, looked exactly like one. For the virgin eye, it was an Oasis. But a Mirage was different, it was a radioactive cesspool, the flora deformed and the fauna, if any, much worse. The water was lethal. Many soldiers, begging for water and relief from the Hell above, would run to the Mirage and parish.

And why wouldn't they? Why wouldn't they seek what they thought was paradise in this hellish, fallen world? They know not of life, of green. The world had since fallen to total industrialism, total grey. Dark dank caves had long since become the common man's home all for the war. The war that had lasted fifty years to the day.

Europe was the first to fall. Then Africa and the Middle East. Russia and the Americas fell much longer after the war started. The nuclear blast to them weren't so devastating, nor were there as many succeeded attempts. However, twelve years into it, a nuclear blast so large to both cleared the land for both parties. Asia miraculously was the final area of the world to fall into this wasteland. In Asia still are thriving cities, ones that withstood the blasts and are still above ground. But those are far in between. But, the real question? Who is fighting who and with whom?

A touchy subject. After fifty years many slivers of information found its way to the world's public. The New Allies: The US, Canada, UK, France, and Japan. The New Axis: Russia, China, and Germany. The Guarde: Spain, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Sweden, and Italy. Suitable for World War Three, is a three way battle. The supposed good (The Allies), the supposed bad (the Axis) and, finally, the Army for Peace, the "Neutral" Party (The Guarde).

Though, some say that the sides of the war aren't definite. Some say that Canada is pulling secret double agent work for the Axis and that some of the Guarde's powers were giving support to different sides. But that was all just hearsay. Rumors. Conspiracies.

But did it matter? Did it matter who was fighting with whom? Wasn't all that mattered was the end?


Take a right, swing left, duck under the bat guano, and climb the terrace. Amelia repeated in her mind. Classes were over for the day, and she was free to do as she wished. Her bare feet made little sound, perhaps light pitter-patter, on the cold rock of the cave floor. Her shadow sprinted behind her, trying to keep up with the soft glow of the lanterns. Her soft, light brown hair blew behind her, barely touching her shoulders. She spluttered, trying to get a stray curl out of her eye and to restrain it from whacking her cornea any longer. Though, sadly, her effort was fruitless.

The small American girl slid around a corner, excitement welling up in her stomach. She was so close to her little niche, her small alcove that she called her Elysium. It was far away from Butterfly Sect, and that meant peace and quiet. She kept a store of old books there for her to read in a shelf above the rock bed, and a small hand lantern to read by. In a bag on her back she carried a couple boxes of rations she would take from the kitchen when the cooks weren't looking. She wasn't supposed to be doing this, but she had a large appetite and had almost no self-control. This Amelia whole-heartedly admitted to herself, as she was the bluntest person she knew.

Lost in excitement and thought, Amelia tripped over her own feet and landed to the ground with an echoing yelp. As she picked herself up and dusted off her white tunic, she gasped as she heard a shout.

"Hey! What was that?"

"Go check it out!"

Amelia panicked. Scrambling to her feet, she dashed to a dark corner of the tunnel. Melding into the wall, she prayed to the unseen god that she would become the rock itself. Amelia held her breath as she watched the men of uniform run in her direction and stop. Their heads darted from side to side, searching relentlessly for the source of the sound. The glow of the lanterns reflected off their smoky grey helmets and shined off their decorations on their brown-grey camouflage. If Amelia didn't know better, she would've thought them to be shiny rocks. But from her position she knew all too well.

"I see nothin' Jack." One soldier said to the other. Jack shook his head, holding up his hand lantern.

"I swore I heard somethin'." He shined the light around the cavern; Amelia shrunk back into her corner. "Like some kid. Last thin' we need're wanderers."

"You sure you heard somethin'?"

"Hell yeah, Jay! You think I'm lyin'?" Jack shouted, irritated.

Jay chuckled nervously. "No! No! Just that we hadn't had any trouble with kids lately! Most're good and stay inside the Sect…"

Jack sighed. "One day though we're gonna get a hellion, and he's gonna run all over us cuz we ain't gonna be ready…" Shaking his head, the guard grabbed his friend by the arm. "C'mon, Cappin will be wonderin' where we are."

Amelia watched the two leave her area, one stumbling after the other. She huffed, feeling dizzy from holding her breath so long. Her cerulean eyes scanned her surroundings, trying to remember where she was. After a minute, she gathered her bearings and sauntered down the bleak, dark hall, towards her destination.