Wow. How come when I'm depressed I get all the ideas? I've started working on like 5 new fics in the past few hours. Anyways... On with it, then.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

-Prologue-

"Come on! We can't afford to lose this base! Go, go, go!"

"Sir, it's no good! We're outnumbered!"

"We have to keep strong! Reinforcements will be here soon!"

"They've broken through the first gate!"

"No! Damn it! Squad B, head to building G and help hold them off! Squad K, come with me! We're going to-AH!"

"Sir! SIR! SI-"

Only a year ago, things had been so different. The world hadn't realized what luxury ignorance was. Thirteen months prior, on March 20th of the year 2574, a race from another galaxy had arrived. They themselves had run their home planet dry, sapped it of all its resources. The race, calling themselves the Khansett, claimed to be searching for a new home. Some people were welcoming; but when it came down to it, people feared what they didn't, couldn't, or wouldn't understand. They lashed out. People soon discovered that the Khansett were far more dangerous than they even imagined; their very skin a deadly toxin. Whatever planet it was they were from, they had evolved in order to survive. The evolutions their climate had induced took the form of the deadliest of poisons; though scientists had yet to discover what it was or how to counter it, but the Khansett's skin was composed of several chemicals unknown to man. Several witnesses reported seeing people who came into physical contact with them decay rapidly; one person described it as "something akin to the look of burning paper"; another said it "looked like they were dissolving from the inside out." Security cameras caught it at a point as well; the point of contact darkened considerably after a few seconds, and from there the skin began deteriorating; from there, the muscles withered and the rest of the body systems collapsed, unable to adapt to such a quick change. It appeared whatever the chemical was, it had a direct effect on any tissue in the body; and unfortunately, that was a key part in the human body. Skin and muscle tissue was immediately broken down; the toxins went past that and finally came to the tissues keeping the organs and blood vessels in place. If the victim wasn't dead yet, the collapse of all their vital systems would surely do the job. Naturally, whether this was intentional on the Khansett's part or not, people became fearful and panic spread like wildfire. They lashed out; the Khansett, becoming both angry and fearful themselves, returned the blow. Now, a year later, the two sides are at war, both wanting only the chance to live.

-Present-

Alfred sat at his desk, going through several documents, photos, and reports. He sighed, running a hand through his hair and reading the files with tired blue eyes. He was a soldier. Even before the war, even before he had even joined the military, he had been a soldier. As a child, he had watched his family die in front of him. He had watched his best friend being taken away. He had seen so much. By age 7, he had decided he wouldn't ever let other people feel that pain if he could help it. He taught himself aikido and arnis. He taught himself how to make and use a bow and arrows. Throughout his childhood, he studied diligently, especially in biology and health. He joined any group, club, or activity that could teach him how to help others. He became a Boy Scout to learn first aid and study medical plants. The day he lost everything, he made a vow that he would become a hero, that he would save as many people as he could, in any and every situation he could think of. He hated this war more than anything; there was suffering and loss everywhere, and he couldn't seem to do a damn thing about it. All he could do was hide, and he hated it more than anything. He should be out there fighting, not stuck behind a desk! He groaned in frustration, glaring at the papers. "Damn you to hell..." he muttered at them. It wasn't even organized; the stacks came in, but there was no order. It was everything from police reports to job applications. He took another paper from the stack. It was another job application, though this one he found fairly interesting.

Name: Arthur Kirkland

Sex: Male

Date of Birth: Unknown

Address: Unknown

Phone Number: ***-***-****

Experience: Photographer, fencing instructor, salesman...

The list went on, not much different than any other résumé. How strange it was, though. To not have an address was one thing; who was to say he had a home? Many people were living on the streets in fear these days. Not having a known date of birth, however; that struck Alfred as strange. Alfred examined the picture of "Arthur". He wasn't bad looking, Alfred concluded. If anything, he was attractive. Golden blonde hair, and eyes that were so green, they looked so much like emeralds it almost seemed unnatural. His eyebrows were fairly thick, but it suited him, and his skin looked almost perfect; the only flaw he could see was a long jagged scar running down his cheek. Alfred frowned a bit; he seemed familiar, though Alfred dismissed the thought. He'd remember someone that good looking. He seemed familiar, yes, but too vaguely for Alfred to consider it. He probably just resembled someone Alfred knew... Alfred's eyes lingered on the photo before he, somewhat reluctantly, set it aside and got back to work.

Elsewhere, Wang Yao of the United Military was assembling a new battle plan. He and his troop had just returned from China. He had instructed them to rest up, but as the squad captain, he took it upon himself to begin preparations for their next mission immediately. He turned as a man walked in.

"Yes, Honda?"

The Japanese man bowed respectfully. "A package arrived for you, sir." he said, holding it out. Wang Yao winced at the formality; it was required at work, but he and the young man had grown up together, like brothers. He called the Japanese man "Kiku" and Kiku called him "Yao" the Chinese man disliked having to give up the casual atmosphere he worked hard to earn. Kiku had been timid and distrustful when Wang Yao had met him; after his father had raped him, he couldn't bear to let his guard down. Wang Yao had worked so hard to gain the boy's trust. He knew that Kiku needed a friend, and he knew he couldn't live with himself if he couldn't be that friend. Slowly but surely, Kiku had warmed up to him. 17 years since their meeting, they were so much like brothers that anybody passing by would think they actually were. Here at work, they had to be formal, and how Wang Yao hated it; he felt like they were back at square one. He forced a smile and walked to accept the package.

"Thank you... Dismissed." he forced out, loathing it. Kiku understood and gave a sad smile before bowing and walking back out. Wang Yao directed his attention to the package. It was a simple thing; a small cardboard box tied with a string. He opened it and began reading the letter inside.

Mapped out the base at point 72; Intel notes inside.
Found something of yours; thought I'd include it. When I get back, I need to talk to you; I'll return about a month after you get this. Stay alive until then, da? I won't die on you unless it's for you.
Wait for me.

Wang Yao smiled sadly, his eyes scanning the page longingly. He knew the handwriting, and he missed the writer. He then scanned the contents of the box; apparently, the Khansett were using one of the overtaken U.M. bases as their own. Wang Yao noticed something in the bottom of the box, and his eyes sparkled in delight. It was his little panda keychain; one of the first gifts he had gotten from his childhood friend and lover. He sighed happily.

"Oh, Ivan..."

He suddenly found it very difficult to focus on the battle plan, and grumbled at himself for "acting ridiculously like a love-struck schoolgirl." He needed to focus. The battle was getting harder...

In the Khansett's headquarters, floating in Earth's orbit, the Queen was getting prepared. She laced the agghan up and studied it, checking it. She was to give a mrung shortly; her xaist needed it. If she remembered correctly, Earth's xaist called it a "pep rally"... She scoffed. What a ridiculous name for such an important event. Morale was always a key part in anything; she felt appalled that something so noble would have such an unsuitable title. Now prepared, she made her way to the jbour... or as the xaist of Earth would call it, the "Great Hall". She smiled weakly. At least humans could name some things properly. She walked through the large doors, and the room fell silent. With a strong, compelling voice, she began.

"Khansett! My xaist. Your courage and strength are beyond commendable. Our ancestors grew the crops we thrived on; they built the qinjis we lived in. Our home is gone, and we are suffering. Those who came before us took care of us; we have a duty to do the same for those who come after. The battle is not yet won; we cannot afford to surrender. The scars run too deep; the humans will surely end us. My xaist! In these dark times, Vian is still among us! Our prayer has been answered; the hour of salvation may soon be upon us! We will take back what was lost, what is ours! We will find our home! We will survive, no matter the cost! My xaist! This I promise! We will not end! Salvation draws near!"

I have the whole thing planned out in my head... The general plot, at least. I had a dream about it a month or two ago. I imagined turning it into a book; maybe even publishing it and making some money off of it. In the end, I'm not skilled enough to write /that much, so I decided to make it into a fanfic instead. I made up a few Khansett terms here... Heres a few notes and translations.

Khansett: A race from a distant, unknown galaxy. I imagine them as somewhat humanoid, though they appear a bit metallic-think gel pen ink, like a smooth, liquid metallic-and by Earth standards are quite beautiful. They have many abilities they have not revealed yet-something along the lines of "a few more cards up their sleeves"? I know what they are, but since they are quite clever, they plan to keep them hidden until using those abilities is absolutely necessary. (Plus, I simply don't want to give it away right now.) Yes, I have this quite well planned in my head... I'm hoping for this to go for a few chapters, at least. Since "Seducing Akaito" was only able to run 7 chapters-the time between the beginning and end was roughly a week-I had to rush it, and ended up not at all satisfied, as the story was really going somewhere. I want this to become a good, respectable story. Anyways, yes. The Khansett are a hierarchy, though rather than the typical "firstborn becomes king" or whatever, as long as they are of royal blood, they qualify. The King and Queen watch the children of the royal family grow up, and whichever they deem best suited-best character, usually-they choose to be their successor. The system is a secret kept between only the innermost circle of the royal court, and those who know are not permitted to have children, as Khansett are easily influenced by power, the same way humans are. They make sure the system remains pure, so that none of them are trained by their parents or themselves to put on a mask and hide their intentions for the crown. The king and queen are chosen for their character, after all.

Agghan: A sort of gown, meant only for the royal family. The Queen secretly hates being treated as higher than the rest, but is required to wear it more than anyone.

Xaist: I was just thinking "people". Like, "my people", "my xaist".

Qinjis: Plural of "qinji", meaning "house" or "shelter".

Vian: More or less the "God" of the Khansett. Something akin to the phoenix in appearance; though rather than fire, it is made of the same energy Kajt stars (more on that later) are made of, and it is said each time a feather falls from it, a new star is born. I have yet to decide how this god came to exist in their culture; I'll think on that.

Kajt stars: A type of star unique to the (yet to be named) galaxy the Khansett come from. Human technology has improved greatly, but not enough to reach that galaxy; as such, it's still at most a rumor among scientists.

I really hope this is a good start-or a good idea, for that matter. Arthur should appear next chapter, though depending on how I go about writing it, he may appear in chapter 3. He definitely will be there before chapter 4, though. Though if nobody likes it, I can't guarantee I'll continue at all... Also, any ideas on who the King and Queen shall be? I was thinking Elizabeta to be the queen, but in the end, I can't picture her as the Queen... Possibly a member of the royal guard, though? I've considered Belarus and Ukraine, but for what I have planned, neither of them really fit the role… Taiwan PERHAPS, but… I might end up having to create a character in order to fill the roles.