The Fight for America

I'm back again, with a new fan-fiction to whore out my favorite characters. This time, my victim is America of Hetalia. He's my favorite character (not because I live in America) because he reminds me of myself a lot. Except I know how to read the atmosphere better, hahaha.

Short Summary: Due to another one of America's inventions and England's clumsiness, he has accidentally reverted back into his younger self. Now all the other countries see it as an opportunity to take control over him and increase their own power. Who will end up dominating America?

Pairings: WorldxAmerica basically. But more emphasis on EnglandxAmerica.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia but I do own this cookie.

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"Hey, Arthur!"

England growled softly as he set down his tea. The peace and silence that rarely came in the empty conference room was broken by one stupid America. He turned around and glared, "What is it?"

America grinned, looking proud. He exclaimed, "I just created something awesome! Want come over to my house and check it out?"

England asked, "Why the bloody hell would I want to do that?"

America was literally glowing with excitement, "Because you know you love me! I want to show it off to someone, and I figured you should be the first to see it!"

England's face turned pink slightly, caught off-guard by that statement. He coughed, "Well, I guess I have no choice, do I?"

America was pulling England along by the arm at this point, "Come on, you're gonna be amazed!

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"Ta-da!" He dramatically pulled off the sheet that covered his latest mechanic device.

England eyed it warily, "So how does it work?"

America explained, patting the machine, "With this thing, I can time travel!"

England snorted, "Are you retarded? There's no way you can travel back in time."

America retaliated, "Coming from the guy who believes in fairies and unicorns?"

England spluttered, "Hey! Those are real!"

America waved his hand, "Whaaatever."

England glared, looking miffed, "So prove to me this stupid contraption works."

Grandly walking over to the machine, America said, "Of course!" After adjusting a few things, he asked, "Is there any specific time period you'd want to go back to?"

England asked, "Eh? Well . . ." He murmured slightly, "Before the American Revolution would be nice . . ."

America looked up, "Huh, what'd you say?"

England became flustered and replied, "E-erm, let's just go back to 1400's hundreds or something." (1)

America said, "Got it." He punched in the numbers and opened the door to the time machine. He walked in and turned around, seeing that England wasn't following him. He waved to England, "Come on, what are you waiting for?"

England asked, "Has this been tested? And is there a method you have prepared for us to go back to the present?"

America grinned, "Of course it's been tested, dummy! And as for getting back to the present, the machine sends you back after a certain amount of time that you decide." He praised, "Isn't science awesome?"

England reasoned, 'America is a retard, but when it comes to science, he's quite competent. So I guess it's ok . . ?' He said, "Yes, yes. Fine, I trust you. But if anything goes wrong, you're dead. Do you understand?"

America waved his hand, "Yea, yea, just get your ass over here!"

England began to walk over to the entrance when he tripped over a wrench that America had left lying around. Falling forward, England panicked slightly as he reached out to grab onto something. He felt his hand press down on something circular and smooth, and heard America shouting, "Oh shit!"

In a flash, a cracking sound was heard and light enveloped the machine. The door slid shut before England could react, trapping America inside. England cried out, "Shit, Alfred!" He ran to the door and began to bang on it, trying to break it open. He shouted, "Alfred! Alfred! Are you there?"

The machine shook violently all of a sudden, causing England to fall backwards. Then, everything became quiet. Getting back up, England ran back to the door, wrenching it open, "Alfred! Are you—"

He cut off his sentence once he saw what had happened in the machine. England whispered, "No way . . ."

A little America, looking the exact same as the day England had met him, stood there, quivering. He looked up, tears in his big blue eyes. Without Texas (2), he looked quite vulnerable. He asked in a wavering voice, strikingly different from when he became a country, "Who are you?"

England only stood there in shock. How the hell was this going to be fixed?

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After a few minutes of letting everything sink in, England had taken America from the lab and into the living room. The child was very frightened by all the cold machines around him, so talking to him in the lab would only lead to more trouble. How the hell did THIS become the America he knew in the present?

Currently, the two were sitting across from each other. England wasn't quite sure what to say, and America (after calming down) just stared at England. Finally, America spoke up, "Where am I, mister?"

England said, "Um, the answer to the first question's kind of complicated. Secondly, my name is England, or Arthur Kirkland."

America nodded, "Ok, England. Please tell me what's going on."

England said, "Well, you future self had created a time machine, and an accident happened." England conveniently left out the part that the accident was his fault. He continued, "And suddenly, there you were." After he finished, he smacked himself. What a crazy and awkward explanation. There was no way America would understand or believe him.

"Ok."

England blinked, "Huh?"

America replied, "I believe you." He got up, "So I either reverted back to this form or was transported to this era. Either way, I will be stuck here for a while, so I need to adjust to what's going on."

England blinked again, "Huh?" This kid . . . was so mature! A striking contrast to present-day America. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO AMERICA ALONG THE WAY TO THE PRESENT?

America asked, "Neh, England, what was my relationship to you?"

England snapped out of it and looked at America, "Ah . . ." How to describe their relationship? Their history was too complex and intertwined to be described accurately with mere words. But he finally responded, "I was an older-brother figure and his best friend." At least that was how it was on America's side.

America asked, "Then, would you take care of me until things get fixed?"

England looked at America, surprised pleasantly by the innocent and smiling face America had. How rare do chances to relive the past come along like this? So without any hesitation, He nodded, "Of course I'll take care you." He held out his hand, "Come on, let's go back to my house for now."

America looked around, "This isn't your house?"

England shook his head, "No, it's yours."

America said, "Oh." He then reached out to England's hand and wrapped his fingers around his hand. In return, England wrapped his fingers around America's small hand and smiled softly, 'If this is a dream, please don't let it ever end.'

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At the next World Meeting, England arrived as usual to the buzz and commotion of the countries, trying to settle their problems but never leading to anywhere. After going through with the usual greetings, he sat down in his seat and waited for it to begin.

Japan had made his way over to England, bowing slightly, "Greetings, England-san."

England looked over at Japan and said, "Oh, hello Japan. Is there something you need?"

Japan looked around, "Actually, I was looking around for America-kun. I wanted to ask him if the machine he's building is going well."

England paused. Japan was helping America build that stupid time machine? Well, he supposed it made a lot of sense considering Japan was the most technologically evolved country. He replied, "America's sick, so he couldn't attend this meeting."

Japan said, worried, "Is that so? Then I should visit him and give him my regards . . ."

England said frantically, "Ah, no, no, there's no need for that! It's a highly contagious disease, but I already caught it so it's ok for me to give him your regards."

Japan blinked, slightly confused but agreed, "Alright then, please send him my regards." With that, he went back to his seat.

The World Conference Meeting went along its usual course before it crashed and burned. During all that time, England wondered how America was doing.

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When England arrived back home, he didn't see America right away. He called out, "America, where are you?"

The pitter-patter of feet was heard and America appeared in view. He was holding a bunny and smiled brightly, "Welcome back, England."

England smiled, "Were you ok, all alone?"

America nodded, "I wasn't alone though. All the animals from the woods came to play with me." He held up the bunny, "His name is Ronald. (3) Say hi Ronald." The bunny twitched its nose in response.

England said, remembering all the times America showed off one of his animal friends, "Hello Ronald." He turned around for a second, crying tears of joy, 'Ahh, I wish America would stay this cute and obedient forever!' He turned back to America, "Alright, shall I fix you something to eat? You must be hungry."

America nodded, "Ok!" He followed England into the kitchen, Ronald following them.

England asked, "Anything you want?"

America blinked, "Erm . . ." He replied, "What did I like in the present?"

England said absent-mindedly, "Pretty much anything, especially burgers."

America asked, "What's a burger?"

England said, "Well, I'll make you one and you'll be the judge." Making burgers was the one thing England didn't mess up on. Due to America always asking for a burger, England had much practice making them.

Taking out the frozen patties, he began to get to work. He hummed as he prepared everything.

America, getting bored, wandered away. He would come back once England had finished. He went back to the main room and glanced at the toy soldiers that were on display in a book-shelf. He looked up at them admiringly, "Uwah, they're made really well." He climbed atop a couch next to it in order to get a better look. He stacked various items on top of each other until he was on the same level as the knobs that opened the book shelf. Stretching out his hands, he tried to open one of the glass doors.

England had poked his head around and asked, "America, what are you doing?"

Turning his head around, America lost his concentration and balance. His make-shift tower toppled along with America. America cried out, "Waah!"

England reacted quickly, diving towards America and catching him in time before the child hit the floor.

Placing his hands on either side of America, England pulled himself to look at America, eyes filled with concern. He asked, "Are you ok?"

America nodded, eyes slightly teary. He apologized, "I'm sorry England. I shouldn't have done that."

England shook his head, "No it's ok. Just don't do it again."

America nodded, a small smile, "Ok."

At that moment, the door banged open. France was at the entrance, "England, it's time we—Sacre Bleu (4)!" His eyes widened in shock at the scene in front of him, "I never knew you had that kind of taste in lovers!"

England blinked and then realized what the position he and America were in would look to an outsider. He shouted, blushing, "Shut your mouth, France! It's not what it looks like! And who the hell invited you into my home, you bloody git!"

France ignored him and looked at America, "And who's your jailbait friend?" He bent over and his eyes widened again, "Are my eyes deceiving me? Isn't that America from 600 years ago?"

England waved his hands, "Gaah, no, it's not!"

America sat up, "How do you know me, mister?"

France exclaimed, "It is you, America! I don't know how this happened, but it's certainly a blast from the past." He picked America up and held him up high, "I forgot how cute you were back then! Comment merveilleux! (5)"

America asked, "Who are you?"

France smiled, "I'm France, or Francis Bonnefoy. You may call me grand frère (6) or . . ." His face became quite perverted, "Call me master in a cute, begging voice." France started giving off a very perverted aura at that point, so England snatched a frightened America away.

England glared, holding America close to his chest, "Bugger off, America's under my charge!"

France asked, "Oh really? Since when?"

England hissed, "Since always!"

France huffed, "No way I can leave America under your care! It was your influence that caused him to become such an ungainly brute in the first place!"

England replied heatedly, "Like hell I'm going to let him become an omnisexual pervert like you!" He set down America, "So go home!"

France asked, "Are you challenging me to a fight? Grand frère accepts your challenge."

"Um . . ."

The two looked at America, who timidly raised his voice. He said, "Please don't fight. I hate violence." America gave them a watery-eyed, puppy-dog look.

The two countries gushed over the sight. England and France slung arms over each other as they said, "No, no, we're not fighting anymore! See, we've already made up."

America looked up hopefully and then smiled, "Good."

England pointed to the kitchen, "Your burger's ready! Go taste it, I'll be there in a second."

America nodded as he made his way to the kitchen. Once he was out of sight, England recoiled from France as if France was a plague. He glared daggers into France, "Get out of my house, you git."

France waved his hand, "Fine, whatever. It's your victory for now." He waggled a finger, "But if this gets out, all the other countries will be after America."

England asked, "What do you mean?"

France exclaimed, "Are you stupid? If another country got a hold of him, they can mold America into whatever they want. Everyone knows how powerful America will become. They'll be out to get him and his future world power all under their control."

England was shocked. He hadn't thought about that yet, but France was right. It would be very dangerous if the news got out. He asked France, "Are you going to blab?"

France said, "And ruin my chance of seizing America by increasing my rivals? No, this is a secret between us." He said, "Well, I'll be going now. Au revoir. (7)" With that, he left.

England was left in a state of worry. He walked over to the kitchen to see America happily eating the hamburger England had prepare. America looked up and exclaimed, "England, your cooking is delicious! This hamburger is great!" He grinned as he took another chomp, getting crumbs around his face.

England took a napkin and dabbed America's face, "You're getting food everywhere."

America giggled, "Oops, sorry."

England smiled, "It's ok." He thought, 'Yes, it'll be ok . . . I'll protect him.'

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1 – This is around the time period when Christopher Columbus came to America.

2 – His glasses represent Texas, hence the name.

3 – Ronal McDonald as a bunny? Rofl

4 – Means My God or something like that.

5 – Should mean How wonderful, but feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.

6 – Big Brother

7 – Good bye, juuuust in case anyone doesn't know

God damn, I love colony!America. He's so darn cute. Of course, nation!America is just as wonderful too! *hugs America plushies*

Dayum, longest chapter I ever wrote.