To anyone who's following my other stories, don't worry because I will still be updating those constantly, this one won't interfere with them. Because tomorrow's my last day of finals before summer break, I'll have plenty of time now to update everything on a regular basis. I'm just one of those people who need more than one thing to work on at once.

So, without further ado, here's my newest fanfic I'll be working on and I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Hetalia doesn't belong to me.

1. A Blast Into the Past

"Alright all you nation dudes, it's time to hear my most awesome idea on how to stop global warming!"

England groaned and put his head in his hands as the loud American nation began explaining his new, crazy idea. These meetings were getting to be pretty pointless as the nations of the world were never able to come up with any reasonable solutions. England let his thoughts drown out America's voice as he looked around the room at the rest of the bored countries. Sitting across from him was France who was busying himself with the mirror in his hand, continously combing his fingers through his wavy, blonde hair. England rolled his eyes and looked over at Spain who was sitting next to the Frenchman. He had a big grin on his face as he texted someone on his phone. England then jumped slightly when someone's phone buzzed. It was Romano's phone. England glanced over at the grumpy Italian sitting next to him who was reading the text Spain had just sent him. He then shot an angry look at the Spanish nation across from him and began to angrily text something back. England sighed and turned away, not really wanting to know what those two were saying to each other.

It was just another typical meeting that would probably end with nothing solved, like usual. Listening to America's rambling of how superheroes could save the world was getting on England's nerves. He didn't know how much longer he'd be able to listen to this nonsense. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes as the meeting was making him pretty tired. He began to think about the book that was awaiting him for when he would come home. He had just started reading the seven hundred page book yesterday and was already five hundred pages in. He couldn't wait to get home so he could finish it. He probably should have brought it with him as it was definitely more interesting than whatever America was trying to say.

Then, all of a sudden, a scream interrupted his thoughts which was quickly followed by a few more. England then tried opening his eyes but forced them back shut as a bright light filled the room, blinding him completely. He kept his eyes closed tight as the light seemed to just get brighter and brighter. He then screamed himself as he felt the chair underneath him falling away and his body began to fall helplessly in a vast ocean of nothingness. He still couldn't open his eyes as the light was still glowing. He screamed and flailed his arms cowardly at his sides, but it did nothing to help his fall. He just continued to fall and fall, silently praying that it was all a terrible dream and that he'd wake up to America's annoying speech on global warming.

The light then suddenly subsided and England found himself landing with a thud on a hard surface. He winced in pain as his back began to ache due to the hard fall he had just took. He then slowly opened his eyes, his vision was a little blurry and he couldn't really tell where he was at the moment. He then turned his head and saw the blurred image of America standing next to him. It seemed that he was looking down at something on a table of some sort. England then tried to sit up in order to get a better view of his surroundings.

"America?" England said weakly, his vision starting to clear up a bit. "Where are we?"

America kept his gaze on whatever it was that he was looking at as he tried to think of what he should answer the Englishman. He wasn't quite sure where they were himself.

"Uh, 1944?"

England groaned as he managed to stand himself up, though his legs were still a little shaky. Couldn't America just give him a simple answer for once?

"America, will you stop with that rubbish for once and tell me the- bloody hell, we are in 1944!"

Tell me what you think and if I should continue this.

I'm not sure when I'll update this next because I'm thinking about writing a few chapters in advance before I post the next one, but we'll see.

Bye!