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Ookami!America: Our profile! Stupid Admin...
Ookami!Canada: That's rude, America...
Me: Be quiet, you two. Anyways, I did the research on this war for a school project and my teacher totally made a UsCan related statement (Canada could have been defeated long ago without our 'Big Brother To The South.' Yes, if Canada was in trouble in a war, America would be there to save us.)And I died of Fanfiction-ism.
Ookami!Canada: All the research has been done, but the Hetalia twist will change the scenarios a bit...
Ookami!America: THE FOURTH WALL, CANADA, JEEZ!
Me: Enjoy chapter one!
America propped his paws up on the couch of England's house.
"Hey, Iggy, when's dinnertime so I can make sure you don't cook?" he asked loudly, ears flattening a little bit when England peered around the wall and growled.
"It was your idea to come here, you'll eat what I cooked." He snapped, and then withdrew his head. America laughed his signature laugh and turned around. Canada was looking disdainfully at him.
"You shouldn't be so rude." He said. America bumped their heads together.
"Come on! What's wrong with having a little fun with the old furball?" he asked.
"I heard that!" England's voice echoed off the walls. America snickered. Canada glared at him and stood up.
"Hey, where're you going?" he asked brightly, immediately getting up to follow Canada.
"I'm going to go and see if there's any tea leaves left in the pantry." He said, and walked around his brother to the hall closet. He nudged open the door and sniffed around.
"They're up here!" America's voice echoed around the closet. He propped his legs on Canada's back, sure Canada was ready to take his weight. Canada stumbled forwards.
"A-America!" He squeaked as he fell forwards and against the back wall of the dark closet.
"Canada!" America yelped as the platform he was resting on slid away from under his paws and he collapsed. Canada wriggled a little.
"G-get off!" he coughed. "Call England, the door's shut behind you!"
"I see that." America said tightly. "But who needs England? I'm the hero!" Canada rolled his eyes.
"P-please get England." He whined. America sighed.
"Fine. IGGY! We're stuck in your closet!"
England's faint voice called back.
"Why are you in there?" he asked disdainfully.
"Tea leaves." Canada whimpered. America relayed the message. England asked something else that Canada missed because America sighed impatiently and started ramming his back paws into the stuck pantry door, subjectively squishing Canada farther into the wall and against a painful brick-like thing.
"What the bloody hell are you doing to my door?" England's snarly voice echoed dully behind the door as America continued his attempts at breaking it down. The painful brick Canada was leaning on seemed to emit a greenish glow. Canada, fed up with the glowing brick, rolled as far as he could to one side without hitting the wall. America was forced to cease kicking the dented door as his support moved away and he fell.
"Damn it, Canada..." He said, and Canada could see the greenish outline of his brother glowering at him.
"Sorry." He whispered, and picked up the glowing brick- a book.
"What's that?" America asked, getting excited and bumping his head on the bottom shelf of the pantry.
"Be careful!" Canada said, and managed to prod the book with his paw in the tight space. It automatically flipped open to the page with the strong green glow.
"America? What are you two doing? Is that my book!?" England yelled, and they could see his pale yellow paws underneath the door frame.
"Why? Is it bad?" America asked, touching the glowing green image with his nose.
A light shot up like a projector and emblazoned a clock on the shelf above them. America's tongue lolled out in enjoyment and he touched the middle of the clock, where the hands were connected.
"Wouldn't it be cool if all of a sudden it was a year from now?" America asked. Canada was about to answer when the green light momentarily blinded him. He squawked awkwardly and fell away from the light.
"America, you idiot! Don't touch it!" England yelled, but the sound faded away as the green slowly blended to white and the wall fell away from his back. Canada tried to yell for his brother, but no sound came out of his parted jaws.
Ears ringing, he collapsed as though from the sky into a charred pile that puffed smoke all over his golden coat. For a while, he just lay there, too winded to get up.
"Canada? You okay, bro?" America's voice, laced with concern, fell over Canada's ears and he got shakily to his feet.
"Are you okay?" he asked his approaching brother, who had a small trickle of blood coming from the top of his head. America nodded eagerly. Canada took a few deep breaths and steadied himself. When he looked up, he saw nothing but grey. A dull grey and bronze sky with nothing on land but ash and char.
"Where are we?" Canada breathed, shaking the ashes from his coat and leaning into his brother. Wherever they were was a desolate wasteland; it had been blown apart by a bomb or something.
"Canada." America whispered. Canada looked at him and he jerked his head over at a small tree.
A dead apple tree.
England's apple tree.
"Are we in England?" Canada yelped, turning in a full circle to scan the surroundings. The river that ran behind England's large home, though dry, was still imprinted in the mud.
"You sure are."
A new voice joined the conversation. Canada and America turned in the direction of the voice. England padded towards them, but he looked... different. His green eyes were dull and dark. His blonde fur was matted with blood and was stuck up and tangled. A snarl graced his sharp fangs.
"What are you doing here, traitor?" he snarled, his familiar accent anything but comforting. "Have you come to attack me again? Brought an ally, have you? Not France this time? Bastards." He growled. Canada looked at America in confusion and got his own look mirrored back at him.
"You already have water!" England growled. "We should have been on the same side, but you attacked me, you greedy twit! Get out of my land or I'll kill you!" Scared and confused, Canada turned and ran the other way.
U.S.A. he thought, picturing America's home, not his representation, in his mind, and jumping. He landed hard on America's hardwood floor, which looked to have been left alone. America soon came right after.
"Thank God for home." He sighed, rubbing his face on the floor.
"What on Earth is going on? Why did England attack us? And what's all this about water?" All the questions in Canada's mind exploded, and struck America dumbfounded.
"Wait..." he said, and looked up at America. "You touched that clock! It must have been from England's spellbook!"
"We've travelled forwards a year in time!?" America yelped, and Canada nodded.
"And the world must be at war over our most precious resource."
"Water? So soon?"
"I guess the UN didn't get to the issue in time."
"I bet China started it." America huffed. Canada smacked the side of his brother's head.
"We won't know for sure. We should find England's magic book and go home."
"But-"
"Canada? Are you in here?"
America was cut off by his own voice, and his eyes widened. Canada jumped up and ran behind the couch. America found a way to squeeze himself in beside Canada, and they watched as a battered version of America padded in through the door.
"Over here." Future-Canada's voice sounded from the kitchen and he padded out. "You made it home."
"Of course I did! I'm the hero!"
The Future-North America brothers nuzzled each other for a moment before America pulled away and collapsed on the floor.
"America?" Future-Canada yelped.
"Relax." Future America said. "I'm just really tired."
"I'm sorry I'm such a burden." Future-Canada sighed, bending his head and touching their noses together. "You really don't need to protect me."
Future-America reached up and pulled Future-Canada to his side.
"Yes I do. You're my brother and I love you. I promised to protect you and I will."
"O-okay. Just don't let yourself get hurt."
"Never! I'm the hero!"
Canada's face was flaring under his fur from his hiding spot. His future self must have asked America to help him out with the war.
"Come on." America whispered in his ear, and Canada felt his brother slide away from his side. Canada followed America out the back way and they ran down a field and into a bush.
"What just happened?" America asked.
"Well... if we're fighting over water... I do hold an entire quarter of the earth's freshwater."
"But no strength to protect it with?" America supplied. Canada nodded.
"I must have asked you for help-"
"Because of my strength?"
"Exactly."
"I wonder why my future self attacked England?" America asked himself out loud.
"You don't really have that much water, when you think about it." Canada clarified. "Maybe your future self was trying to get some from England. Our apparent truce must have promised you some of mine, but England probably wouldn't sign a truce with you."
"But I could have asked so many others for a truce! Brazil, Iceland..."
"Well, you didn't, and you attacked England in revenge for not signing with you."
"Makes sense." America said.
"Come on! We have to leave." Canada said, and jumped from the bush.
"And go where?" America asked.
"Nowhere. You're mine now." A voice snarled. America whipped around. Normally agreeable India was glaring at him.
"I knew I'd find you here. I'll kill you, and then your water will be mine! " India's brown eyes flashed, and he jumped right for Canada.
Me: And that's where we end!
Ookami!America: I'm confused! What's going on?
Ookami!Canada: What's to understand? We've both got a lot of water, so India wants some.
Ookami!America: Why can't he go bug Japan or something?
Me: This was just an intro! There'll be more...
Ookami!Canada: I don't want there to be more! I don't want to die!
Ookami!America: You won't die!
Me: Shut up, will you? I'm going to put up a list of the fighters on the water taking side and the water protecting side later.
Ookami!America: What side am I on?
Me: Both. Also, I drew my own title page! What do you think? Here, if you wanna see it, the link is on my profile.OokamiAmerica:Our profileStupidAdmin