"Dude, are you totally sure this is all legit?" America said as he stood with his hands planted firmly on the table, in a room that was dramatically lit with only a single bulb that was hanging over the wooden table on a wire. "I can't take any chances with this, you know," he said, wearing a very serious expression.

Tonny nodded and folded his arms as he sat across from America.

Spread across the table was a series of various documents and photographs, all of which were taken either by Tonny or one of his 'acquaintances', as he had put it. The documents were written mostly in Tonny's native language, but with several translated sections written under photographs, usually, for America to study.

The photos, taken at the bottom of the sea in coordinates that would not yet be revealed to America himself, were images of ruins of some sort; some crumbling, some already fallen to pieces. But some were nearly perfectly intact, including some statues of men and women, and even some buildings, with visible possible entry points in them that looked as though they may be stable enough for humans (or in this case aliens as well) to enter.

"This is awesome," America said as he held up a photo taken of a massive building and another of a gigantic statue of a man. "So did you go inside the building thing here?" he asked as he pointed to the photo of it, setting the photo of the statue down.

Tonny shook his head.

"No, our ships were too large and we did not have the proper… help to enter at the time," Tonny explained in English. "That is why we need your help, and the help of the other countries. It is far too dangerous for humans to go along so we can only use you nations."

America nodded.

"But why do you need all of us?" he asked curiously. "Aren't I enough?" he looked a bit hurt as he asked this. Tonny shook his head frantically.

"I-It's not a strength problem, it's a time problem," he explained. "My ships can only take us all down there for about two weeks' time before we will need to refuel using the sunlight," he explained nervously. "So once we are down there we need to quickly cover everything we can before we come back home. If we get as many nations as we can to come we can do all that we need to do before returning."

"Ah, gotcha," America said as he began to drink a Mega Super Jumbo soda, sitting nonchalantly again. He began to read over one of the files that was mainly written in Tonny's native language, but a particular line written in English caught his attention, and he choked on his soda. "What! Why does it say 'rescue mission' with a question mark thingy?" he said after he had properly choked on the soda.

"No it doesn't," Tonny said nervously. "It says… Um…" he sighed and lowered his head. "There might be living things down there," he said in a soft voice. "It's just a small chance, but it is a possibility. A long time ago, we sent my friend," he uttered a very long word in his native language, "down there and he never returned. We lost contact with his ship, but the last thing he said was 'there are humans down here, send help'…"

"What! We have to go help them, they need a hero!" he said as he dramatically rose once more, hitting his fist against the table. "We must go down there, bring the humans back up, and bring them all to the land of the free!" a heroic song began playing in his head. "When someone is danger, I, the hero, will be there! When someone is afraid, I, the hero, will be there! When someone needs rescuing, I, the hero, will be there! When there is a will there's a way, and I've got more will than—!"

"…but that was nearly six hundred years ago," Tonny interrupted and the music in America's head stopped playing.

"…what? But… they might still be okay, right? I mean… Like maybe they had lots of babies er somethin?"

Tonny nodded.

"Considering that there was life down there already hundreds of years after it sank, it isn't entirely impossible that there may still be living ones there now. And even if there are no survivors we can still try to find what my friend was looking for."

"What was he looking for?"

Tonny paused.

England, France, China and Japan all sat tensely at a long table in England's home, England attempting to nonchalantly sip tea from a fancy cup with a trembling hand.

America had called them all to come there in an urgent phone call, to which he urgently stated:

"Meet me at Britain's place at 2 o' clock! It's an emergency, lives are at stake here!" before promptly hanging up the phone without receiving an answer. So far, they know that only these four obeyed, having not received so much as a call from anyone else.

As if I didn't need another thing to weigh on my mind, he thought to himself.

The night before, he had a nightmare. A nightmare of the revolutionary war, which wasn't unusual for him, but something eerie about it, something different, made him wake with a sense of fear, rather than just the usual sense of dread.

The rain, yes, the words, yes; but America wasn't the same.

His clothing was torn—that bloody red coat—and visible cuts and other wounds were seen on his body, along with many scars. His whole body was trembling, but he still seemed to have a lot of fight left in him, at least.

But then, when England spoke.

"I won't—!" two more cuts appeared, "allow—!" yet another, "it!" another. Fresh blood flew from the cuts and onto the ground where he mixed with the rain-soaked mud below, and America cried out a bit with every word. England's stomach turned; he had not been trying to hurt him.

Oh God, I hurt him, I hurt him I hurt him I—

And then he would wake from his dream, in a shout, in a sweat, breathing hard. For the first several seconds of being awake he would panic as if it were a memory that he had just seen—his mind showing him details that had been long forgotten. But after looking around his darkened bedroom and listening to the steady ticking of the clocks and the rain showering everything just outside, he would calm himself and realize that it was just a nightmare.

But America's cries and his pained expression remained fresh in his mind.

England spilled a bit of tea on his white dress shirt and sighed. He was so tense that he felt sick, but was trying so hard not to show it. America may be an idiot, he thought to himself, but he wasn't one known for false alarms. Whatever it was likely was serious, and he assumed that many, many lives were at stake for America to be this concerned about it, and the fact that America wouldn't answer any of his calls made him worry all the more.

He turned to France, who was nibbling on a pink handkerchief. He thought for a moment about asking to borrow his handkerchief to clean his shirt but decided against it. He then thought about going upstairs and changing it but thought against that, too. What if America showed up while he was upstairs? He sighed again and set down his cup.

"Britain, is something troubling you?" Japan asked quietly.

"Oh, er," he became a little flustered, "I guess I'm just a little worried is all… A-About the humans, you know how that is. Such fragile things." He wiped a bit of sweat off his forehead and Japan just stared. He knew that England was likely worried about other things, too, but he sensed that pressing further would only add more stress to England.

"Oh sure, just ignore France over here as he has a meltdown!" France said with a voice full of emotion.

"What's wrong with you, France?" England asked, surprisingly without a hint of annoyance this time. Perhaps he just wanted to change the subject away from his own problems?

"I was with a beautiful woman at my home when that America called and she immediately assumed that it was another woman!" he shouted. "And when I tried calling him back he wouldn't answer so she just left me!" he wailed into his handkerchief.

"Now France, that's not something to get too worked up about," England said in an attempt to comfort him. "There's plenty of fish in the sea, right?"

"But I have been chasing her for months!" France explained. "I'm sure you're all too familiar chasing women that won't even look at you, right Britain? That must happen to you all the time but not to me! Ugh! That kid!"

"You!" England said angrily. "That does NOT happen to me all the time! I'll have you know that women love me, frog eater! I'm a former-Pirate gentlemen, I'm perfect! I'm not some greasy lecherous pervert like you!"

"Wha? You dare kick me when I am down! That is despicable, England!" France said before lunging across the table, sliding across it and taking England down with him as he fell to the floor. England kicked him off and lifted his chair above his head.

"You wanker! You dare attack me in my own home!"

"Since when have I not!" France shouted back.

England calmed down suddenly, remembering why they were all there in the first place. He put the chair down in its place and sat down. "Sorry, friend…" he said quietly. France blinked, the look on his face seeming to ask: What just happened? "But it's your own bloody fault for attacking me!" he shouted. He sighed and rubbed his red face with his right hand.

France rose from off of the ground and walked around the table, (somewhat) lightly hitting Britain upside of his head when he walked past him. England, once again caught up in all of his worrying, didn't seem to notice.

A knock at the door. England rose far too quickly and started to walk briskly towards the front door, but slowed his pace once he realized that he might just have appeared a bit too eager to answer it.

Russia greeted him in the hallway. England stared up at him, feeling a bit dazed.

"Oh, hello Britain," Russia greeted him with a smile. "The door was open so I let myself in," he said calmly.

"Oh, really? But I'm certain that I—" certain that I locked it, he meant to say, but as Russia passed him he saw that the door had been forced opened, leaving a large hole where the lock once fit neatly into the wall. He heard Russia laugh softly as he turned into the dining room. He sighed again and wandered back into the dining room.

The rest of the former Axis and Allies arrived, some alone and others with a friend, until China, England, Russia, France, Canada, Japan, Italy and Germany were all seated together at the large table in the dining room.

And then they waited. And waited. And tried to see if Canada would make a good invisibility cloak. And waited. England anxiously checked his watch every so often. It was two fifteen the first time. Two twenty five the next. And then two thirty six, then two-forty-five, and then it was almost three o' clock without any sign of America. England resisted the urge to bang his head against the table.

Why wasn't America picking up his phone, or calling back? Why the secrecy? Or is he hurt? Oh God, what do I do, what should I do…

There was some talk of heading back home when a few of them heard it: The sound of a plane flying nearby. Only, it wasn't an ordinary plane, but one that sounded old, one that only a few die-hard airplane lovers would still have in this day and age.

It had to be America, right?

Only, the sound became louder, and louder, and louder still. Uncomfortably loud and close. Suddenly, a great crash was heard upstairs.

By the great sound of it, whoever was piloting the plane—and it was most likely America—had just crashed it into the side of England's home. England rose from his seat and gaped.

There was a moment of stunned silence as everyone stared in the direction of the great noise. Another, smaller crash was heard, and then another, and another, and another. Ten more crashes, two knocked over servants and one injured Canada later, America came bursting through the wall of the meeting room. He had a brief, shining moment of hero as he found the time to flash a heroic-wink at England as he carried a folder in one hand and carried a maid over his shoulder.

He landed swiftly and easily, kneeling to the ground to absorb the impact. He set the folder down on the ground and gently placed the young unconscious maid on the ground and leaned her against the wall. "She should probably get to a hospital sometime soon," he said plainly. "I'm pretty sure I accidentally knocked her on the head or something. Hero's mistake!" he laughed.

America rose suddenly, looking very serious. The blood running down his forehead added greatly to this look. He anxiously clenched the packed-full folder that was in his hands, and looked around at all of the nations that were in the room, shooting France a "don't even think about it" look when he caught him looking happily at the injured maid. France sighed.

He took a deep breath and yelled: "Listen up, dudes! There's a bunch of people somewhere in the ocean that have been running out of air for hundreds of years," he stuffed some chicken nuggets into his mouth and continued, "and there's some alien dude down there too and there's alien ships and stuff," he said, sipping on a large soda now, "and we all gotta go right now or else they're all going to die horrible slow deaths," he said as he nommed on a cheeseburger now, creating a sweet, chicken-y, cheeseburger-y mix in his heroic mouth. A true American blend. "And I gotta be the hero, and you gotta be my sidekicks!" he said, but by now he was completely unintelligible. He wiped some of the blood from off of his forehead as if it was just sweat and struggled with the task of swallowing the large amount of food in his mouth.

England was, as sure as Canada was unconscious, angry, as he peered out of the massive hole in the wall, only to see a series of similar holes behind him, showing that America had not used a single door in his journey from a room upstairs in the west wing of his mansion to the lower floor on the east wing.

"What is wrong with your bloody head!" England shouted as he flailed angrily. "What makes you think you can just go and do massive destruction on my home over some unintelligible nonsense!"

America collapsed suddenly in a dramatic show, foaming at the mouth.

England stared at him for a moment, and the anger slowly became replaced with a bit of worry. He ran over to him and knelt beside him.

"H-Hey, America, are you alright?" he went to feel his forehead for a fever, but changed his mind when he saw that his face still had much blood on it. "Er… America? America, this is not funny, wake up!" he shook him gently. "Agh! This boy is going to kill me!" he said as he grabbed his own hair.

America coughed gently. "There's people in danger, Britain," he said in his most pathetic voice. "I'm the hero, I've got to save them." He coughed once more. "But I can't do it alone… I need… I need your help…" he shut his eyes in pain and turned his head away.

"A-Alright America," England said as he briefly turned to mush at the pathetic display. "Where do we need to go?"

"To… To the bottom of the ocean…" he said softly.

"Sorry, America, could you repeat that again? I thought you said that we have to go to the bottom of the ocean," England said softly.

"That's… That's what I said."

"What."

"Yeah."

"Really."

"Yep."

"…you're certain…"

"Sure am."

"…"

"…"

"…I hate you…"

America coughed up a bit of blood.

"N-No I was just joking, I don't hate you!" he said suddenly in a bit of panic. "I just hate your BLOODY STUPID IDEAS! I AM NOT GOING ON ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR INSANE ADVENTURES!"

America leapt up.

"Aw, come on, man! There's people in danger!" he shook his head, gently picked up the unconscious young maid once more and ran up to the window. He lifted up his shirt, caught a cup of Gelato that came out and a mutant kitten with massive, adorable eyes and smiled. "Yo, Italy! If you come with me I'll give you this epic Gelato! I heard it's made with the best stuff!" Italy sat up in his seat.

"What? That sounds good~!"

"And Japan, isn't this kitty cat super-cute? She's all yours if you come with me, too!"

Japan got a nosebleed as he stared at it.

"And France, isn't this maid even cuter! I might give her to you if you follow me outside, too!"

France smiled mischievously and hon hon hon'd.

He then turned, made a motion for them to follow him with a wink, and jumped through the wall using his right shoulder and arm, holding his bribery tools in his left arm. He ran into the field in the front of England's home.

"Wait, you git! You're bleeding all over everything from your head!" England shouted as he chased after him, hopping over the pile of rubble and running into the field. "And come on! You could have used the bloody window at least, it was right there!"

France scooped up the unconscious Canada and began chasing after America, saying "I think I have finally found you a little girlfriend, Canada~! She is just your type!"

Italy ran thoughtlessly after him, cheerfully singing a song he had written on the spot about Gelato.

"Italy, don't! He's probably dragging you along with one of his stupid ideas!" Germany shouted as he ran after Italy to no avail, as Italy apparently used his speed-boost as food was involved.

Japan pursued America as well with China right behind him, but whether he followed because he wanted to keep Japan out of trouble or because he wanted the adorable kitten for himself was not clear.

Russia walked behind the frantic group with a calm smile on his face.

"I just love all of this noise~" he said happily.

Out in the open field, America smiled proudly at the group that had gathered. He tossed the Gelato to Italy, the mutant kitten (that floated over using its own powers to do so) to Japan, said something to the maid who ran back to England's home. (France tried to chase after her but England grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back, choking him.)

"You're all probably wondering why I've gathered you all here," America said loudly and proudly. Two stereotypical-looking alien ships rose suddenly from the surrounding forest and approached the group.

"Uh, America, did you invite your little alien friend here as well?" England asked, looking very uncomfortable along with everyone else, but not quite as uncomfortable as Germany, who had just broken out into a cold sweat and held onto Italy stiffly, like he was a board. America smiled and nodded.

"Get ready for a wild ride, dudes!" he said excitedly as the larger of the two ships hovered over him and shone a bright white light on him, pulling him into the air towards it. It lifted up all those near him as well: England, France, Canada, and Russia, all who didn't exactly look happy about what was going on. Russia grabbed China around his waist and said, "You're coming too, China," as he got trapped in the beam as well.

"Japan, run away with mutant kitty! Save yourself!" China shouted before he began shouting a series of Chinese swear words.

A great light shone from the smaller of the two onto Italy, Germany and Japan as the three of them ran away, or really, Japan and Germany, as Germany was carrying the thrashing Italy like a football.

But they could not outrun it. The beam lifted the three of them (or four, if you count the mutant kitten) into the air and began drawing them into the ship.

The door on the larger ship opened up, and the former Allied powers were just about to enter.

"A-Alfred, I sort of hate you right now," Canada whimpered as he came to and realized what was happening, immediately figuring out that America likely had something to do with it.

"What's that, Canadia?"

"I SAID I SORT OF HATE YOU RIGHT NOW, YOU JERK!" he shouted with all of his might.

"Sorry bro, I can't hear you over how awesome this is!"

The doors of the ships shut, they pulled up suddenly and shot through the sky.

A/N: Whew! Chapter one is now rewritten. A lot longer than I was planning since I combined it with chapters two and three sorta, haha, so now those are removed. Hahaha. xD PLEASE. REVIEW! I love love LOVE your feedback and if you give me any I will love you forever and ever and you'll get free vital regions and all that. So um. Yes. Thank you so, so much for reading! 8D And thank you very much for the input have gotten so far, I really appreciate it. 8D Now I'm going to revise the next few chapters and such. Thanks again~! 8D