A/N: This story has implications of past Mpreg, and will be containing yaoi. Don't like, don't read. Future chapters will contain gore etc.

Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Himaruya-sensei, not me :D

No one knows how it happened, all we know is, The world is slowly going insane.

Hetalia: As the World Loses Sanity.

Chapter One

WASHINGTON D.C., UNITED STATES, IN THE WHITE HOUSE, 2:14 P.M.

"America… We have to do something." America's boss looked the man down, expecting an answer to come flying out of his head.

"Mr. President, sir, I'm not so sure we can… I mean how? We have almost no troops left…" Alfred Jones, otherwise known as America by most, told him.

"How many times do I have to say there's always troops, boy! And I meant we need to own some country and get this over with! You remember the war for independence?"

Now, obviously this man didn't, but Alfred did. He and all of his fellow nation-people have been around for centuries. So of course he remembered. He remembered fighting England, he remembered breaking his heart, he remembered his cries, he remembered the pain, the sadness… everything. He'd never tell him, but Alfred was truly sorry for destroying England, he knew it took a lot to actually put him to tears, and he knew he had managed it, he hated himself for the longest time after that. But there was nothing he could do about it. Things are better now, but he still hears every now and again about how France overhears him talking to himself about it, or complaining with drunken stupor and it still hurts him.

"ALFRED!" The president yelled, he almost never used his actual name, so Alfred must've spaced out for quite some time.

"Uh, yeah? Er, yes sir I remember. Why?"

"Because, I think it's about time we give that man what he rightfully deserved long ago. A big old defeat." He said a tint of cockiness staining his voice.

"Wha- But, sir… Don't you think we should give him a break? I mean the German army is slaughtering him… them." America looked down, hoping he was okay… And yes, this does mean another power-hungry Hitler-like figure was running the German military yet again.

"Do you think I care? We could always make a deal with the Germans… then kill them later." Alfred's boss said a look of murderous intent creeping over his features.

"Uh…" Alfred just stared half in shock, half because that face scared him to all ends of the earth.

"You have no say." The president said practically reading Alfred's mind. "I'm your boss. I tell you to gather our troops and head overseas with the fighter jets, and you're to do it. Understand?"

"Sir, yes sir." Alfred said adding a salute on the end. He would hate himself forever by the time this is over. And so far, it's already starting,

This was not going to end well.

SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA, ALFRED'S HOUSE, UNITED STATES, 7:10 P.M.

As soon as Alfred was given that order he decided to head to his house, which took an exceptionally short amount of time to get there due to the fact that he had a jet waiting to take him. Upon arrival at his beautiful southern California home, he let himself in and decided to call his brother, Mathieu Williams, or Canada (How they're brothers with different last names was beyond him, they were blood related.). He dialed, and the phone rang about three times before it was picked up and Alfred heard the panting of his brother, who had probably ran the whole way across his house when there was a phone right next to him.

"H-hello?" came the soft, more quiet answer of the Canadian.

"Mattie! Hey!" Alfred said already cheering up, there was just something about Mathieu that made him all happy inside.

"Al? Hi… how are you?" Mathieu asked his voice shocked, as usual, that someone had called him. People don't really pay much attention to Canada these days so Mathieu is pretty much used to talking to his pet polar bear, Kumajiro.

"I'm pretty good, you?"

"I'm good…"

"Hey, Matt.. Can I talk to you?"

"Uhm… sure?"

"Okay, well my boss wants me to uh…" Alfred started not sure if he should continue for fear of his brother's response.

"What? What does he want you to do?" Mathieu replied getting worried, usually Alfred was the best at telling people things- unless they were bad.

"He wants me to attack mom…" Alfred finished.

Oh yes, and one other thing he forgot to mention, England was the mother of both Alfred and Mathieu, on the other hand, France, or more creatively named Francis Bonnefoy, was their father (That was another one of those unexplainable things that happened to many nation-people.).

"What? How could he ask you to do that?" Canada was practically talking at a normal volume now, which was semi-rare for him.

"I don't know, Matt. And he didn't ask- he told."

"You mean you have to? But what about all the Germans? Which reminds me, maybe we should call and make sure he's okay…" Mathieu sidetracked.

"He said he doesn't care about the Germans… He just wants to give him "a big old defeat" as he puts it." Alfred answered. "Yeah, we should do that… you want me to try and add him onto a three-way conversation?" Alfred offered.

"That would be nice…" Mathieu added returning to his normal volume.

"Okay, hold on a sec bro." Alfred then hit the three-way button on his phone. Ah, how he loved how technology allowed you to talk with multiple people all at the same time. So after he dialed the number of England, or Arthur Kirkland's cell phone (not being sure if he was home or not), he waited several seconds until the answering machine got it, deciding not to leave a message he thought maybe he missed it, so he tried again, and still got the voicemail. So he tried the home phone, hoping that he was okay. Finally he got an answer, but it wasn't from Arthur.

"Speak." Came the thick German accent through the phone.

"Uh, hello… is… is Arthur there?" America asked hoping to God he had dialed wrong.

"No."

"Do you know where he is?"

"Also no."

"Did I dial the wrong number?"

"Probably."

"Okay then, well bye." Alfred hung up that line and dialed his cell phone once more, third time's the charm, right?

"Ello?" Finally, the very weak, but still recognizable voice! He managed to get a hold of him!

"England?"

"Yes…? May I ask who's calling?" Arthur gave a smart retort, he knew very well it was him. It made Alfred feel better that the Germans didn't take so much out of him that Arthur couldn't make smart comments.

"Guess." Alfred said and then took Mathieu off hold.

"Hmm, probably, Alfred, and I'm guessing Mathieu is also on the line, am I right?"

"DUDE! How do you do that?" He had barely left any sign Mathieu was on, hell, Mathieu didn't know he was on yet.

"Call it intuition. Anyway, how are you?" Arthur asked politely, which wasn't all too unusual, he was a lot different around people he knew well. Basically, if he was with other people he wouldn't have asked that. The man took a lot of getting used to, but he was a nice person when it came down to it all.

"Good" Both Alfred and Mathieu said in unison, which was another common thing with them, being twins and all.

"That's good to hear, so, what can I help you with?"

"Woah, wait dude, how are you?" Alfred asked.

"Yeah, are you okay?" Mathieu chimed in, see he was a lot like Arthur in the sense that they were both different around people. Usually Mathieu would have kept quiet and Arthur would be yelling about one thing or another.

"I'm as fine as one could get when your nation is being invaded by psycho German soldiers who are hunting you down trying to kill you. But I'm peachy!" Arthur said with false enthusiasm.

They were hunting him down? Since when were they hunting him down? Had all his troops either fled or been killed? And could they really be so heartless as to kill him?

"They're hunting you down? Why?" Mathieu said what Alfred was thinking.

"Why else, they want me dead." Arthur added curtly, sounding like the Arthur they, unfortunately, know better than the nicer one.

"But, why?" Alfred questioned

"That's beyond me, but now on top of all this I was told that the Queen wants me to attack Francis, and that is just not going to happen. Even if I wanted to, I can't, but I don't want to anyway so it doesn't matter." Arthur said sounding weaker and more vulnerable than he had in a long time.

"Are you sure… you're okay?" Mathieu added, getting worried.

"Yeah… No." Arthur said followed by some shuffling and then a gunshot was heard by the brothers.

"Arthur? ARTHUR?" Alfred yelled becoming worried.

The phone made some weird noises as if it were either thrown or someone was taking it and running. Alfred hoped it was the second one, and he hoped it was Arthur running.

"…Al? Do you think…?" Mathieu's voice sounded as if he were going to break into a fit of tears at any given moment.

"I hope." Was Alfred's reply.

After a few more moments of the weird noises, they stopped dead. They could hear the faint panting of someone who sprinted quite a few blocks.

"…Arthur?" Alfred asked.

"… Yeah …?" Arthur huffed, very out of breath.

"What just happened?" Alfred replied.

"Oh… Nothing, just Germany… he found me….." Arthur replied, with even more of a heavy English accent than usual.

"What was that gunshot?" Mathieu added.

"Germany…. Well, Germany shot at me."

"Did he hit you?" Alfred and Mathieu exclaimed simultaneously.

"Uh… Define hit." Arthur replied.

"Oh God…" Mathieu stated

"How bad is it?" Alfred asked, understanding that by "define hit" he meant, "I was hit.".

"Uh, well I got hit in the shoulder, nothing bad, right? Eheh… Heh…"

"The shoulder? Are you sure you're alright?" Alfred said, concerned that the man was either lying or underestimating how bad it really was.

"Yeah I'm fine, owowowowow! Bollocks!" Arthur shouted, clearly in pain.

"What? What happened?" Mathieu asked, once again getting worried.

"Nothi- son of a tart!" The Englishman yelled about who knows what.

"Mom… what the hell?" Alfred stated.

"Nothing, I've got to go, talk to you later. Cheerio loves." And with that, the line went dead on Arthur's end.

"Uh… Al, what happened just now?"

"I dunno Matt… Obviously he had somewhere to be." Alfred said a little too coolly given the fact that what he had heard didn't even lead him to believe it was "nothing".

Something was wrong. They just had to figure out what it was.

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