This is a kink meme request I made a few weeks ago. Nobody filled it (yet) so I'm doing it. The idea isn't all that original (the idea of swapping people into an AU, I've seen it with Nyotalia a couple of times, and a lot of alternate history ones, I can't think of any Human AU swaps though.(please tell me if any exist.))
Summary- Spain and America end up in a Human AU, Antonio and Alfred end up in the regular universe. First real APH fic that I've written and published. Main pairings are USUK and Spamano.
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia, Hetalia- World Series, or anything. These all belong to Himayura Hidekaz.
England was trying to cook again, but this time it was for everyone at the world meeting, and they were all watching.
"Dude...is that a muffin?" America said, pointing at a black and purple lump of what smelled vaguely like bread on a metal tray.
"Of course that's a muffin you wanker!" England snapped at him, trying to laugh. It was supposed to be a scone... What happened next was a blur. England apparently decided to use magic to make the cooking better, since he knew that everyone would hate it anyway and he wanted to prove that he could actually cook. It was like a force explosion coming from the ceiling, and then the floor, at the same time.
Everyone woke up a little while later, same places they had been before. England was next to the stove, America was holding onto England's apron string, like he was when he was tugging on it desperately to get England away from the oven. Various other assorted nations were scattered in the hallway, some were half in and half out of the doorway. Nobody but America had really dared to enter the kitchen while England was cooking, they all knew that the chance of something going horribly, horribly wrong were fairly high.
"Ugh... America?" England got up onto his knees and poked America in the face. The American's face twitched and he sneezed, then got up and rubbed his nose. Some of the others were also waking up, but the rest were still knocked out. Alfred sniffed. He cocked his head at England and scratched the back of his head.
"Uh...Why are you calling me that?" he said, which got him stares from all of the conscious nations that were stumbling into the kitchen, looking for an explanation about what just happened.
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At the same time, further down the hall, more people were waking up. Romano was slumped against the wall with Antonio splayed next to him on the floor They got up at almost the same time, Romano getting up first and Antonio following a few seconds later.
Antonio looked around confusedly, at the hallway that was filled with disoriented nations in suits scattered everywhere, then at Romano, then at the ceiling, and then back to Romano.
"Lovi...where are we? Weren't we just in the park?" he said, little lines of worry creasing his forehead, and also a look of utter panic in his eyes, since the situation was almost beyond his comprehension. Romano stared at him.
"No, you idiot. We're at a world conference, and I don't know what the hell just happened," he said, then slapping Antonio on the back of the head, "I told you that I never wanted to hear your stupid made up pet name for me again." Antonio held the back of his head with both hands.
"owowowowow... Why do you have to be so mean?" He said, his voice cracking a small bit. He actually looked younger than usual, at least by a few years. It was hard to estimate age, but somewhere in the late teens, at least. Then the pain of the smack faded, and he thought a little bit about what Romano had said. "What do you mean by world conference, and why are we at one?" he said, his eyes widening even more, to the point where they looked almost as if they filled his entire face.
Romano stood up abruptly, then grabbed Antonio by the collar of his shirt (which was green and short sleeved, and he was also wearing jeans, even though Romano could have sworn that Spain had been wearing a tan suit that day.) amd dragged him down the hall, past the few dozen that were still somewhat knocked out.
"Come on, we're getting you sorted out." Romano then grumbled something under his breathe while Antonio struggled against him about this probably having to do with "England and his stupid fairies."