A/N I do not own Hetalia...

Prologue

"RUN! RUN NOW!"

"We still have time! I'm not leaving you! Not when we're this close!"

"The door, it's going to close!"

"Come on! If not everyone succeed then we all fail. I can't do this without you!"

"I'm sorry..."

"Is it really...

Game over...?"

Part one: How did this all happen again?

"Dude! NO!" America wailed as he threw the remote down for the third time.

"America, if you were just going to throw a fit then why did you invite us all to play?" A static voice complained over his headset.

"Because I thought I could beat you all..." he mumbled picking up his previously abandoned hamburger and stuffing his face full of it while he waited for England to re-spawn him.

"Why are we doing this again?" He heard the Brit complain.

"Dude, it's training!" he defended.

"With our enemies?"

"...shut up."

The snickering that filled the headset caused America to blush. Currently they were doing an all battle royal, one on one on a game Estonia had given America called 'Game Over' other than England and America, the players were: China, Romano, spain, Japan, Taiwan, Italy, Germany, Russia, Ukraine, Belarus, Latvia, Lithuania, Poland, Prussia, France and Canada.

Technically, they were all on the same team fighting a mutant zombie attack. Not that it stopped Romano from shooting Germany for standing to close to Italy, or anyone who seemed a little to reliant of Spain. Or Prussia shooting France whenever he tried to help Canada, the Frenchman doing likewise to the Prussian.

America groaned in frustration as an angry Italian killed him for the fourth time that night. He stayed like that for a while, static ringing in his ears. Soon though, it became annoying to where he couldn't stand it. He sighed and reached up to pull off the offending head gear.

Funny, he had them on tight because he got really physical in games and didn't want it flying off, but if felt like it was glued to his head.

A blinding pain suddenly shoot through his spine, causing him to arch backwards. The screams in headset vaguely made him wonder what was happening with the others on his chat. The world fizzed out, like a television with bad reception. Suddenly, he found himself face down on a cement like floor.

"Ow...dude...what happened?" he asked rubbing his hand.

"America?"

"England?!" he looked up to see China and England sitting ten feet away, hands in a similar place as his. Weird...hadn't they been across the Atlantic two seconds ago?

"Hello there." A voice spoke around them.

"Is that...?" England started.

"Estonia?" China finished for him in an equal level of shock.

"As many of you have noticed, you're no longer sitting in your living room, or your bedroom, or wherever you were playing this game."

"Dude, what's he doing?"

The voice didn't' seem able to hear him and continued with his monologue. "For those of you who aren't fast enough yet, you are inside the game. And now, it's so much more than a simply pixilated excuse of a training session. It's life or death, but the part's up to you."

"Estonia, what are you doing?" Wait...was that...Lithuania on their headsets?

"Isn't' it obvious, Lithuania?" he mocked. "I'm taking over the world. One set of nations at a time. See, anyone connected to 'The Hero's' headset is now here. All I have to do is keep planting the game and bringing more in. And, because I already have the most dangerous ones in the first round, no one will be the wiser. Now...I enjoy a show. Would you like to know how you can survive this?"

"Estonia..." they heard Russia breath.

"Tell us. Now." Belarus demanded.

"I've separated you into four teams. Your team members are in your direct vicinity. The captain of each one has a computer navigator that will lead you to your objective. Each team has an objective that must be completed, but here's the catch. If just one team doesn't fulfill their mission, you all fail."

The countries could almost hear the smile in his voice. What was wrong with him? Why was he suddenly doing this? What drove the lone Baltic state to not only take over the world, but to put his brothers in the middle of it?

"Oh, and one more thing." he practically sang. "If you die here, you die in reality. Good luck."

The once blue room turned red around them. A loud blaring sounded and the countries needed to cover their ears to stop them from bleeding within seconds. When they could look again without having the pain shatter their will, they could see monsters of varying size and shape coming at them, they had no weapons or armor and none was in sight.

"Bloody..."

A/N Here's the story I promised at the end of "Never Forgotten" and in the first chapter of "The Angels, The Demons and The Fallen." The story was inspired by FandomAngel and the other members of Neverland Cosplay during a game of Halo.