Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

Dispite the fact that I have not read The Great Impersonation in a while, it recently came to mind to kind of spin the overall plot off of it for this one (But have all of the characters completely different). Anyways, enjoy ~

Chapter one

"Okay, so you guys want me to fly over Germany's troops and see exactly where they are? That sounds lame. You know that I can speak German pretty good, right? So why don't I just infiltrate their base and actually learn what they're up to?" America complained after hearing what England and the other allies were thinking.

It was during World War Two, and the Allies wanted to know what exactly they were up against before sending an attack against the Axis. And being the hero that he is, America immediately volunteered for the job.

"We haven't decided if we want to send you or not. Besides, do you even know how to be a spy?" England clarified.

"And do you even think that it would be best for you to even fly over them? After all, you just got over that illness of yours, right?" France asked. He had slight point, since only a few days ago America had gotten food poisoning from some of the rations he ate. They simply saw no point in sending America on an important mission if he was not fully up to it.

"Dude, I'm fine! Some stupid food poisoning isn't going to stop me for long. Besides, who else would you send?" America asked.

"Comrade, you do realize that you are not the only one who knows how to fly a plane," Russia tried to explain.

"True but at least I know to use a parachute," America rebutted.

"Russia does have a point though, aru. Any of us could fly the plane. Or any of you guys, I should say. I have other things to deal with so good luck," China commented.

"Did you really just come to this meeting to say that you were too busy to help with our mission?" England asked China annoyed.

"Perhaps."

"To get back on topic, who then should we send since we seem to outvote America?" France asked, only to America to give him an angered look upon being told yet again that he could not go on the mission.

"I could go," A voice offered. At first no one knew where the voice came from, but upon quickly looking around they noticed that the person who volunteered was Canada.

"See America, we already found a replacement for you in the form of Canada," England proclaimed, instantly attaching himself to the idea of using Canada for the mission.

"You can't just replace me with Canada!" America argued angrily. He saw it as bad enough for them to think to replace him, but with Canada of all people? He simply could not stand for the idea. But the others seemed to brush him off and instead made sure that Canada understood what he was supposed to do; Canada smiling the entire time due to feeling important.

The next morning, Canada awoke early to get to the plane he was supposed to use, only to find that America was there also. He could only assume why America was looking over the plane, but wanting to make sure he asked, "America, where do you think you're going?"

"On the mission of course, so why don't you have some pancakes or sleep or something," America answered dismissively as he opened the door to his plane.

"You cannot believe that I will simply sit back and let you take this from me," Canada grunted as he dropped Kumajiro in favor of grabbing America's jacket collar and pulling him away from the plane. Due to the sudden tug, America fell backwards and let out a pained yelp.

He was taken from the thoughts of pain, however, when he noticed Canada rush to the plane and start it. Quickly, he sprung to his feet and also rushed to the plane's cockpit as he called out, "Stop being childish Canada! This is my mission so get out of my plane!"

Canada tried to both push America out of the plane while continue to start it. Soon the two of them were in a full-out battle over who was to be in the plane as said plane's propellers spun and it began to move forward. At last one of them was forced to yield as he fell out of the plane. Seeing his chance, the other quickly took the plane to the sky. He looked back only once to see his brother yelling at him to return from the ground, then set his sights on his destination.

"Okay, we can take a break now," Germany ordered as he looked at the rest of the Axis. They were in the middle of training practice and were happy to take the break.

"Thank God," Italy mumbled out as he collapsed onto the grass, soon followed by Japan.

"Hey, Germany, don't you think you're pushing them a little bit more than usual," Prussia commented as he watched the other nations.

"What are you doing here Bruder?" Germany asked the other Germanic nation.

"Just got some awesomely important information and I thought you would like to tag along. Apparently, an American Airplane crashed a few miles from here. A big explosion and everything. Wanna join me to see if there is any information we can salvage?" Prussia explained then offered.

"I suppose that would explain the smoke over in that direction," Japan offered as he pointed towards the western sky where, sure enough, a dark billow of smoke rose.

"It must have been a spy plane. We would have heard sooner if it was an attack. But why did they tell you and not me," Germany speculated as he got up to walk towards Prussia.

"Well for starters the messenger was too unawesome to find you. And from what I heard the explosion was big enough that they think that all that is left is a wreck. Something apparently too unawesome for you to deal with but okay for me," Prussia explained.

"Hey, hey, are you guys going to check it out? Can I come too?" Italy asked as he also got off the ground and rushed up to Prussia and the car. He then asked, "Can I drive us there?"

"For the love of all things good do not let him drive," Japan ordered as he too got up to join them. Seeing that everyone was going to come to the airplane wreck, they soon took off to the destination.

Like they assumed, the plane was completely destroyed, the only thing telling them where it came from was the smudged image of an American flag painted on it. Smoke was still rising from the debris, but due to other people putting the flames out it was at least cool enough to be in the area. They had assumed that no one would be able to survive the crash, and in most cases would have been correct.

One of the bystanders then spotted something inside the plane which lead to him rushing to the debris and pulling something out. Curious, the nations walked over to see what was found, only to find the unconscious body of teenage boy.

The boy had dirty blond hair singed short, and his clothes were ripped and burnt beyond recognition. His glasses were miraculously in one piece and laid on the floor beneath him. Soon other spectators came to see what they found, only to comment on how it was amazing that the body was not destroyed like everything else.

It did not take much more than this to realize that the pilot had to have been a nation to survive the crash like this, and were about to proclaim who it was when to the shock of everyone there the youth opened his eyes and groggily asked where he was.

"A better question would be why you are here America," Germany commented as he and the other nations looked him over. They were a bit concerned about the blank look the pilot gave them, not that they would admit to it.

At last the pilot commented, "…I'm not America."

To this the others gave him a confused look only for Germany to then ask, "A teenager with blond hair, blue eyes, glasses, and flying a plane obviously from America's house. And you expect us to believe that you are not America?"

The youth seemed to think this over for a moment, only to then smile and replied, "I think there's been a slight mistake here. I'm Canada."

So what do you think?

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