I don't own Hetalia! End/AN/
Holding Facility B – August 11th, 2:08 AM
Austria awoke to hair tickling his face. This was highly unusual, because he did not share his bed with anyone...
And more importantly, the solid metal beneath him did not feel like a bed at all.
His eyes snapped open, and he was met with a distressed Kugelmugel, whose braids were in his face. The micronation looked down at him, purple eyes watery as he seemed to wait for some sort of reassurance from Austria.
"Where... Kugelmugel, where are we?" Austria pushed up to a sitting position, thinking how it simply couldn't be that he was lost, because he would remember wandering, and Kugelmugel would be able to figure out a way home on his cell phone.
"I don't know. I woke up here." Kugelmugel's voice seemed to strain to hold back anything loud, as though it would attract ravenous animals.
And this was definitely not a place that Austria would expect wild animals. The place was metal, with an iridescent sheen to it where it had been polished on the walls; it was smooth, as though there were no doors or openings anywhere; a light glowed above them, a blueish shade that made Kugelmugel look extremely pale.
The ceiling was high, to the point that Austria was sure it would take three Russias stacked on top of each other to reach it. And it expanded in all directions.
Which was good, because other nations in gray bodysuits lay on the ground all about him, some snoring, some silent, and some just coming to.
He looked back at Kugelmugel and tried to think of what to say, while he told himself that panic would not help anyone and so therefore the rising thrill in his throat absolutely had to be smashed down. "They can't expect us to stay here; there isn't even a bathroom."
It might have sounded rather stupid, like he couldn't see the terrifying situation for what it was, but Austria found that acting like things were somewhat normal was far safer than flipping out.
Kugelmugel nodded, drawing his knees to his chest. "I want to go home," he muttered, looking out over the crowd of nations.
Austria wanted to as well, but he couldn't very well say so. He reached out hesitantly, putting his hand on Kugelmugel's head. He almost promised it would be all right, but he didn't want to lie; he had no idea what was happening.
"Kugelmugel! Kugelmugel!" Sealand appeared on the scene, throwing his arms around Kugelmugel. He chattered, childishly in Austria's opinion. "It's aliens, I know it's aliens! But don't worry, because all we have to do is get them when they come in to feed us!"
Austria shook his head, removing his hand. "Sealand, you're micronations, you can't fight our captors. And what would make you think they are aliens? Really, the imagination you have is far too excitable."
Sealand's eyes were bright as sparks, as he said, "But I saw them! They're aliens, they've got huge chunky bodies like bricks and these eyes that are white with tiny black pupils!"
It turned Austria's stomach uneasily to think they could have been captured by anything but humans. He pursed his lips, trying to think on who really captured them.
"Austria!" Hungary came through the thick of nations, who were all stirring by now. "There you are, thank god you're all right!"
Her cheek was red where it had been pressed against the floor. She might have still been blinking the sleep out of her eyes had she not clearly been full of adrenaline. Her arms wrapped around him.
"Hungary," Austria said, hugging back, though just about as stiffly as usual. He didn't feel comfortable hugging in front of so many people.
"Aliens! Guys, aliens!" Sealand said impatiently, and suddenly there was a whisper, gasp that seemed to sweep through the room.
Austria turned, and was astonished with what he saw.
A doorway that surely hadn't been there before, a figure stood, about seven feet tall, with a body like a cement slab and long fingers; its eyes were pure, blinding white, with only small black specks for pupils. The pupils widened as it stepped into the room, and he could see faint blue lines under its gray skin.
"Nations of Europe of Earth," it said, voice sounding like it was somehow plugged, "welcome to the future."
Holding Facility A – August 11th, 2:35 AM
The alien stood in the doorway, its announcement of "Nations of North America of Earth, welcome to the future" still ringing in all the present nations' ears.
"Who the hell are you?" America demanded, on his feet already and pointing a threatening finger at the alien.
Aliens existed, sure, but America had only ever met small aliens. Friendly aliens. Not creeps who snatched them up away from home and dressed them up in weird jumpsuits or whatever.
The alien's head tilted to the side, the blue streaks near its eyes seeming to stand out in the iridescent metal glow. "Congratulations, nations of Earth. You have reached a new level in your development; you have now been accepted as part of the interstellar community."
America glared back, saying, "I asked who you were! Why are you keeping us here?"
It set him off, the alien's huge eyes, the thick set of its body; it looked like it could squish him in a fight. He had his fists clenched, in case he would need to fight it.
Canada stood next to him, but a couple steps back. "America, don't make it angry..."
The alien's eyes were fixated on him, as though it could see into his soul. "My name is not important. Your purpose here is vital to your planet's emergence into the future."
America's eyes darted around the room, as he took in who was there. Mexico, Cuba, Guatemala... even Molossia, strangely enough. It was definitely only North American nations.
"What if we don't want your future?" Cuba had spoken up, broad arms crossed over his chest. Normally, America didn't like Cuba, but for once he was grateful for someone who agreed with him.
The alien tilted its head to the side again, saying, "It is an honor for Earth to join more progressive planets. You will accept."
America gritted his teeth, wanting to punch the alien. All that kept him from doing so was the superior size of the creature; that, and it looked like a punch from its hand could snap the head right off the neck.
"Where are we?" Canada's voice was a lot softer than America's, but he seemed to be trying to be just as tough.
"You are in a wild area of Earth. Rest assured, you have not left your home planet." The alien's bulbous eyes looked about, at all the faces of the nations who stood uncertainly in the center. "You will have today to rest; tomorrow, you shall know your objectives."
An ominous feeling seemed to float throughout the room, as nations glanced at each other. What could an alien want with them? What sort of objectives could these be?
Before questions could be asked, however, the alien stepped back, and the door closed liquidly behind it, as though there had never been a door there to begin with.
Holding Facility D – 2:45 AM
Chaos broke out the moment that the door closed.
If the nations had been nervous and uncertain when the alien was there, such feelings seemed to burst forth with 10 times the strength.
Babbling filled the room, with some nations going into pale faced shock. Nations argued with each other, some cried, and even one or two seemed near ready to get into a fist fight.
"Everyone calm down! Stop!" China's voice seemed to be right next to Hong Kong's ear.
The Special Administrative Region watched quietly as his elder brother struggled to try to get everyone's attention. He reached absently towards his pocket for his cell phone, before remembering it wasn't there.
Hong Kong felt he was taking the news fairly well. After all, he'd only gone silent, and that was a far better reaction than the rest, wasn't it?
He was nearly knocked out of his skin when Macau grabbed his arm. "Hong Kong, are you feeling all right? You look pale."
"It's the light," Hong Kong said, looking up at his brother. He didn't know for sure if it was the light, but better than to worry Macau. He probably was already freaking out on the inside.
Which, considering his face was dead serious, no calm smile in the corners of his lips or slight crease by his eyes, he must have been. Macau licked his lips, looking about at all the nations filling the room with chatter.
Every Asian nation (and some not-quite nations) seemed to be there. There stood Afghanistan, there was Nepal, and even Russia was at the corner of the room, looking around with a small smile on his face. It creeped Hong Kong out, so he looked back at Macau.
Macau's glasses were gone, he realized. Strange. "We're all right. They haven't like, harvested our organs or anything," Hong Kong tried to reassure, suddenly feeling like the elder brother.
Macau nodded, still holding tightly to Hong Kong's arm. "We're all right," he repeated, as China seemed to be trying to raise his voice even higher.
South Korea let out a huge whistle, and finally everyone's attention was turned to China.
"Thank you, Korea," he said, face that of a serious and well-seasoned leader. He looked out at all of them, saying, "I know right now everyone is not sure of what's going to happen. We can't control that, but we can control how we react.
"Everyone here should be ashamed. We aren't children, or normal humans; we are nations with years of experience on our side. Anything other than remaining calm is shameful."
There was a bit of murmuring, but it quieted down as China spoke.
"We are the most populous continent on the planet. We have nothing to fear from these aliens if we band together."
There was more murmuring in the background, and Hong Kong couldn't hear what was said, but it made China frown.
"I don't care who you normally don't get along with, Iran. This is a special circumstance; all our rivalries and animosity must be put aside for now. You shouldn't be fighting your family when an enemy is at the door."
Everyone was solemn, even the typically smiley South Korea. A sort of peace seemed to settle over the group, as though China's words had done what he intended them to do.
China looked about, saying, "Whatever comes tomorrow, we must face it with honor."
There was a loud murmur of agreement, and the buzzing panic seemed to disappear.
What could aliens do to them if they stuck together?
/AN/ I just had this idea. I hope you like it!