Project EUROPA
USUK || PruCan || FiriMexi
04/24
THURSDAY, WEEK 9 || 10:30 P.M
Nova Amerika Air Force Military HQ :: Section 12 Platform
25-years-old, Alfred F. Jones, a boisterous, loud American with a hero-complex who's addicted to McDonald's, never thought that the day would come. Neither did anyone else.
"I… I can't believe this…" he whispered so softly that it was barely audible to an average sense of hearing. His gloved hands held the professional-looking document in front of him; his spectacled sapphire eyes, a color like that of the Pacific Ocean, reflected the cursive writing printed on the paper before him.
Beside him, his best friend, a Canadian hockey fanatic, Matthew Williams, patted his shoulder. The other looked similar to the American but he had longer blond hair and an odd curl that hung low from the middle of his side bangs. He also wore spectacles like the American.
"A dream come true, eh?" the Canadian chuckled, his innocent indigo eyes eying the file too.
Nobody had seen it coming. Everyone had thought that the American was a lost cause once he had joined the Avian Force of Nova Amerika because of his bright and naïve attitude; however, the official government-signed article told the exact opposite.
He had managed to become, at least, the Captain of a squad from the NAAF (Nova Amerika Air Force).
The stubborn, cheerful American lad glanced at his friend, "I made it, Mattie! And look!" He literally jabbed the paper but it didn't manage to rip apart, "You're part of my team! Oh man! I simply can't believe this! A Captain!" He continued to hyperventilate, his bright, shimmering ultramarine oculars sparkling in excitement and joy.
The two were in one of the platforms on their base, just getting out of their corresponding bunkers beside the warehouse of their respective fighter planes. The building was dull, gray, stunk of oil fumes and burning metal from the repair and refueling stations.
"I can finally take up my Liberty to the skies without permission and curfews!" he rejoiced and punched his fist in the air up high, "Fuck yeah!"
Liberty, a steel-gray A-10 Thunderbolt with an old American flag and hawk head design on the fuselage, with an American single-seat, twin-engines, and straight wing, was his personal jet aircraft. It was quite old but it had been upgraded for this era and became one of the rarest, most famous aircrafts designed for combat. It had still carried an average Gatling cannon that could fire 2,000 rounds per minute but that was also enhanced to 45,000 rounds per 20 seconds. It was also armed with updated missiles and laser-guided bombs, a radar that could pick up radio waves regardless of encryption, and a Heat-Stat (an infrared device).
With this kind of weapon system, nothing could stand up to Liberty. Alfred had had it for over four years so it was safe to say that he was used to controlling the airliner. The jet had been given to him by his Grand-Dad, the current president of Nova Amerika, the new United States of America.
"Well, we better go tell our future squad member the news, Captain," smiled the timid boy.
The Captain nodded and followed him out of platform, chattering casually about their upcoming new assignments. They wouldn't be on the sidelines anymore. It was their turn to shine…
04/24
THURSDAY, WEEK 9 || 10:00 P.M
Somewhere on the English Coast
A mid-adult blond male, wearing an odd white one-piece as clothing held together by a knot by his left shoulder and a golden band around his waist, took in the sight before him.
He was somewhere in a deep forest in England, or what was left of England anyway.
He had to get out and quickly cross the Atlantic border before they could catch him.
He let out of tired sigh and then continued to run; his figure was a bright blur in the midst of the shadows of the dark thicket surrounding him. His footsteps made a thump-thump noise against the forest-floor, sometimes there was a crack indicating he had snapped a twig or crushed the dried leaves beneath him.
Not far off, his pursuers gave a sign that they were closing in on their target. The multiple thuds and some braying noise echoed throughout the forest. Shouts of men filled the cool, night air as they sped up.
I can't be caught now… Not when I've gone this far…! The blond runaway urged his legs to go faster. Bloody hell! I still need time to-
"I've spotted him! He's running towards the abandoned port!"
Shi- He cursed mentally as he closed his eyes; in his mind he saw a dozen of bright, warm, vibrating lights. There are three of them going to my left and the other four on my right… The leader and the rest are behind me…
"They're going to surround me at this rate…" he murmured under his breath as he kept his olive green orbs closed and reserved in his concentration.
Up ahead, he didn't noticed the illuminating flash and decided to open his eyes. He paused and felt his arms going in front of him reflexively, as if blocking the sudden brightness. He felt his foot catch on something and he went down quick.
He gasped as he felt one of his knees graze across something sharp and he yelped in pain. He cringed as he tried to move his leg but it was trapped in the gnarled roots the trees.
"He's stopped, Sir… It seems his foot's caught on to something…" he heard a voice nearer to where he was. He froze and kept his breath still, as if trying to make himself melt in the darkness but his presence was given away with his skin glowing.
Not soon after, he was surrounded by masked men with hooded cloaks who carried some kind of spear-like tribal weapons in their grasps. Their horses, a rather unique species of horse called Pegasus that had a gallant atmosphere and white wings on their sides, were somewhere close too.
The young adult dandelion-headed, escapee attempted to squirm away from the tree but hissed as he felt pain shoot up from his ankle. He realized that not only he had grazed his knee but he'd also managed to break his ankle.
Why does fate him so much?
"It's no use running now…"
The fair-headed male leered at all of them, "You'll never capture the mighty United Kingdom of Northern Ireland! I'm England!"
The man who looked like the leader, due to the majestic engraving on his mask, smirked at the fallen lad, "Oh? Is that so? But how will you get away from this dire situation? You're surrounded. There's no choice but to surrender to us and come along quietly…"
The Briton snarled as he tried to wriggle his foot away from the roots once more despite the burning, prickling sensation shivering up his legs; he managed to take it out.
Looking up, his vivid emerald oculars held determination and defiance. "Never," he hissed as he sat up and slowly stood up from his position, staggering a little bit. He panted from the effort as he kept himself from screaming in agony.
I'm not going to be "one" of them… I'm not…! I will never allow it! He thought repeatedly to himself as he focused all his willpower on one notion.
To fly.
"Quick! Get him!" ordered the leader as he realized what was going on. His men scrambled and tried to get a hold of their objective.
But then, everything was white as England's eyes flashed and a sphere of brilliant light covered all of them.
Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you…
America…
04/25
FRIDAY, WEEK 9 || 1:10 A.M
Nova Amerika Air Force Military HQ :: Section 12 Platform (Outside)
"Alright! Now Mattie, if you don't mind~" chirped the excited American beside him. Matthew sighed but obeyed with a smile.
"Ludwig Beilschdmit; code name: GERMANY?" he called out.
A tall, pale, and muscular German with slick blond hair and piercing blue eyes saluted, "Here." He wore a black muscle shirt, a pair of military cargo pants and tan boots.
"Antonio F. Carriedo; code name: SPAIN?"
"Hello~" beamed a tanned, Spanish man who was a tad smaller than the German and had cheery pea-green eyes.
"The Italian twins; code name: NORTH ITALY and SOUTH ITALY?"
Two beige-colored hands rose up into the air. They belonged to a pair of teenage boys, one with the air of naivety and exuberance, while the other showed irritation and embarrassment at his brother's optimism.
"Feliciano is present, ve~" said the one with a lighter shade of brown hair and chocolate brown eyes that were normally closed, "And big brother Lovino is here too—! Ve~"
"W-Will you shut up, fratello?" Shouted the twin with darker hair and hazel eyes, "And it's ROMANO!"
"Ve?"
Ludwig face palmed as he watched the Italians. The Spaniard stared at them; his eyes sparkling.
Matthew rolled his eyes at the group while his best friend chortled at them, "Moving on… Wang Yao; code name: CHINA?"
A much shorter man, the same height as Matthew, saluted. He was Chinese with golden eyes and chestnut-dyed long hair tied into a ponytail at his shoulder. He wore his red cheongsam at all times despite being a dogfighter.
"Present," he said in a quiet, accented voice.
Matthew nodded and looked back to his list, "Hmm… The only one who's missing is-"
"Hey you guys!"
All heads turned to the source of the voice and found a sun-kissed skinned male striding towards them, the same age and height as the American, with short, messy, black hair and jet black eyes that seemed to give off light and happiness. He wore a simple, midnight navy blue leather jacket with white stripes and a yellow star at his left arm, similar to that of Alfred's bomber jacket.
Alfred high-fived the newcomer, "Hey man! What took you so long?"
The newcomer shrugged, "I woke up pretty late and then Mattie here called to tell me about the news! Congrats man! You're officially one of the big bosses now!" He laughed.
"Not really," chuckled the American, rubbing the back of his head, a slight blush forming on his cheeks. Matthew cleared his throat suddenly, making the two stop and look at him. The Canadian checked off the name of the man who had just came in from the list.
"Your habits of staying up late, drinking and smoking should stop, by the way," Matthew said, "We're part of the first class unit of the Air Force and we can't afford tardiness when a mission is in our hands. I don't want to get the blame for any of your and Alfred's accidents, got it? Now, Andres Aquilino; code name: PHILIPPINES?"
The tanned, jet black haired man snorted, "C'mon Mattie, you're talking to a prodigy here! I can beat up the enemies' even if I am drunk! And besides," the male looked at him, smirking, "Last time, I checked you're not my mother…"
Alfred burst out laughing at this, as they clapped their hands to each other's again. The Canadian blushed, slapping him in the shoulder. Feliciano and Antonio watched the trio, amused; Yao sighed while the German just shifted his eyes uncomfortably and Lovino was trying to get away from the Spaniard, who had managed to get a hand around his waist.
"You fucker!" barked the younger Italian, edging farther away from Antonio, "Get your hands of me!" However, the Spaniard just laughed, completely unharmed of the punches that were thrown at him by.
"Attention to AMERICA and his unit! Please go to the briefing room immediately! I repeat…"
Andres looked to the loudspeaker located nearby. "I wonder what that's about?"
Alfred shrugged, "I think they're paging us for our mission already! This is so exciting!"
Feliciano piped in, "Ve~ Maybe Fratello and I could get some of our own aircrafts too, ne?"
Lovino huffed, "We better! I'm sick and tired of borrowing the training aircraft whenever we go on a mission…"
Antonio chuckled, "How about I lend you mi—"
"No." Antonio made a sad face.
Matthew grumbled, "Can we please just go already? Yao is way ahead of us…" He pointed to the disappearing figure of the Chinese man as he went through the doors.
Ludwig dragged Feliciano back to the base entrance and towards the direction of the briefing room. Antonio pulled Lovino along with him, trailing after the German and the twin's brother. Alfred made his way out too, leaving the Filipino and the Canadian behind.
Andres remained quiet for awhile before speaking, "You felt that presence too right?"
Matthew's lavender eyes became glassy and his face morphed into a neutral state, "…Yeah. There's nothing we can do except watch from the sidelines and protect him, right?"
The other nodded, "He's approaching quickly. We'd better act on our plans before the military catch the gist of what's going on…"
The North American sighed, "I just wish everything didn't have to happen this way…"
"There's no point in dwelling on what's already happened, CANADA…" Andres glanced at him, smiling sadly, "The most important thing right now is what we're going to be doing from now on…
"To save this world from its final destruction… the Final Catastrophe…"
04/25
FRIDAY, WEEK 9 || 2:30 A.M
Nova Amerika Air Force Military HQ :: Briefing Room 2nd Level (Underground)
"Apparently, our radar has detected something near the Atlantic Border," informed one air cadets before them. Alfred and his mates were surrounding the meeting table and their superior was at its head, listening to the report quietly.
"It appears to be moving too fast to be an airplane or a ship so we assumed that-" He was cut off by the American.
"An enemy?" The cadet nodded, continuing, "Right, an enemy, however the only strange thing is…" He paused as if he too was confused about the observation file. He cocked a thin eyebrow at the paper.
"Its traveling alone… There have been no reports of an army of this foe to be seen or caught in the camera… No spies have been detected either…"
The superior, a rather tall, brawny man wearing a black and white clad suit frowned, his thin moustache twitching, "It is strange… If it's an enemy, we would assume that it would travel in a vast group but not a single unit… It's rather… interesting."
"Let me guess," disrupted Matthew, eying his superior, "We're supposed to start off an investigation about this?"
Antonio narrowed his eyes, "I'm betting that this is a well thought through trap. They want us to think that there's only a single person out there but really, the others are just hiding—"
"Hey, bastard," cut in Lovino, glaring at the Spaniard, "Didn't you heard what the cadet said? He told us that the radar didn't detect anything!"
"Maybe they're jamming the signal, ve~?" chirruped Feliciano, tilting his head in confusion.
Ludwig shook his head. "I highly doubt that they would have the same technology as us, ITALY…"
"Ve… What do you think, Big Brother Andres?" The Italian turned to the Filipino with closed eyes.
Andres glimpsed at everyone, his brows scrunching together, "I don't know… I might have to agree with Feliciano that they're jamming our signal but… the last time we fought them… They were only armed with strange flying horses and arrows that seemed to kill anyone instantly once they pierced the skin. By the looks of it, they have less advanced technology than we have…"
"We should check this out, aru…" said Yao, his yellow eyes glued to the map displayed on the wall by the projector. "We can't really assume anything if we don't see it ourselves, right, aru?"
"Ve… Yao's right! We should head to where it was last spotted!" cheered the younger Italian. The German just rolled his eyes at the Italian's sanguinity.
"Okay." The Spaniard and the other twin nodded in unison, agreeing. Matthew sighed and gave in as well, although he was still alarmed by the whole ordeal. Alfred easily joined in, leaving Andres with no choice but to join in as well.
The cadet gave them the folder with their mission information and the two Italians their promised air vehicles. (Feliciano had nearly hugged the superior but Ludwig hadn't allowed that).
"Alright, now that that's settled," said their chief, standing up from his seat, "You should head out soon. We mustn't raise an unnecessary alarm for the rest of the military or Nova Amerika. Understood? The mission is to investigate the strange "hot spot" amidst the Atlantic Ocean and returned safely."
"You got it, sir!" saluted the American. The rest did too. The chief returned the gesture and patted the American's head. After a few more minutes of other discussions, they closed up their meeting and dispersed.
Andres was about to follow his friends out of the door when the cadet halted him and asked him to stay for a bit, asking on behalf of their superior. He nodded, his expression turning somber.
"This will be the first mission that Alfred will execute as a Captain," the chief said, going back to his seat and sitting down. He looked up at Andres with dark, blank eyes, "I trust you that he will not be 'M.I.A' for the rest of his upcoming missions?"
Andres nodded, "I promised, sir. I won't let anything happen to him…" He chuckled, "After all…
"He's our nation…"
04/25
FRIDAY, WEEK 9 || 4:13 A.M
Nova Amerika Air Force Military HQ :: Section 12 Platform
[This is your Captain, speaking, AMERICA. Everyone, ready?]
[I won't do the roll call this time, eh. Do it yourselves… CANADA, ready to take off.]
[Ve~ Feli— I mean, ITALY, ready to take off!]
[GERMANY, ready to take off, as well—]
[Ne, ne, GERMANY! Let's go cook some pasta after this, ne? I got a feeling that everyone would be really hungry after this mission~]
[Ugh… Not now, ITALY— We're doing the roll call right now—]
[Ve~ I'm sor—]
[Guys, please… CHINA, ready to take off…]
[ROMANO, ready to take off…]
[No need to be so glum that you're stuck with me, ROMANO~ Here's a cheer-up charm! Fusososososo~]
[GAH! Stupid tomato bastard! Stop making that stupid noise!]
[SPAIN, ready to take off~ Fusososo~]
[Andres, buddy, you there?]
[…Yeah! Um, PHILIPPINES, just say the word, AMERICA—]
[Alright guys! Let's make our first mission a successful and awesome one!]
[Yeah! Ve~ Let's make the Big Boss proud~]
[Whatever you say, AMERICA; now let's stop bickering and get this over with, eh—]
Everyone clicked off at once as they revved their engine and Alfred's Liberty flew before everyone else's.
Matthew's Radiance was up next; the same type as Liberty' colored red and white, it took off in ease.
The Italians' aircrafts were upgraded steel gray F-80 a.k.a. Lockheed P-80 Shooting Star, equipped with M2 Browning machine guns with 600rg capacity. Feliciano had named his plane Speranza, meaning hope; Lovino had named his Giustizia, meaning justice. Both their jets followed the North Americans into the air.
Beside the Giustizia, a similar crimson Lockheed jet with yellow stripes, equipped with a machine gun and missiles, hovered close. It was piloted by the Spaniard and he had christened it Espada, meaning sword.
Ludwig and Yao followed them up. Both of them had the same model of jet except that their designs and weapons were slightly different from each others. Each had a version of the Lockheed Martin F-35 Lightning II that dated back to 2006, the 40th Generation. They were fully armed with a four-barrel 25mm cannon and air missiles, infrared radar and were able to fly up to an altitude of 150,000 on a single fuel up. Ludwig called his plane Starke, meaning strong one. Yao preferred to call his Feng Shizhe or Shizhe, meaning wind messenger.
Andres's jet Araw, meaning sun, was an F/A-22 Raptor XCS that had a maximum speed of mach 2.5 and could reach 18,000 kilometers per second. It had two engines and was armed with a 50mm cannon, internal bays, laser guns, and homing missiles. Alongside Alfred's Liberty, it was one of the rarest fighter jets.
Once everyone was up in the clear blue summer sky, they glided in a V-formation, headed towards their designated target location.
Inside his cockpit, Andres sent a private radio call to Matthew. When the link opened, his face was solemn and serious.
[Oh, what's up, PHILIPPINES?]
Andres hesitated before speaking:
[I'm just wondering what we'll do if the target turns out to be one of our "enemies"—]
There was a pause.
[If it does turn out to be one of "them", then we have no choice but to eliminate them before Alfred sees them—]
[What if it's another nation that got "turned" into one of "them"?]
Another silence, this time it was longer than before. The Asian was about to take back what he had ask but then a reply came:
[…We'll take them into custody and head back before anyone else… We'll have to contact the chief if we meet the "others"; he'll understand…]
[…Yeah…]
Then, a sudden radio transmission cut into their discussion. It was Yao; alarmed.
[Four UFO (unidentified flying objects) approaching fast from northeast! Distance 300 km, aru!]
In Liberty, Alfred frowned. He opened up a link at his squad:
['Kay guys! Just like in the field test, only it's real and dangerous now! Be safe and take 'em down!]
[ROGER!]
The Starke and the Espada went ahead for the first strike as their targets' approached. Then the Giustizia and the Liberty flew in for a second offense. Araw and Radiance descended slightly as they sped forward for lower air combat. Speranza and Shizhe glided forward, acting as aides to the others.
04/25
FRIDAY, WEEK 9 || 8:30 A.M
Atlantic Cross Port (Nova Amerika, Ghuildea Coast) :: Atlantic Edge
Far away, dawning on the horizon of the Atlantic Edge (a long time ago, it had been called the Atlantic Ocean, but in the present, it was more vast and far deeper, making the deepest ocean in the world), was the silhouette of a person with a pair of white dove-like wings on his back.
This- is- far enough…
Dressed in the same clothing he had worn during his escape, England hovered in the air, the sea breeze brushing against his pale, glowing skin. Behind him, the morning sun had begun to rise, illuminating his pearly white wings even more. His forest green eyes didn't hide his exhaustion at all and his body was slumped in a way that showed he had traveled long and far. His stained gray apparel had almost ripped in his previous haste.
Miles away, he could hear, in his mind, the calls of others; familiar but not yet known. He blinked slowly.
Who…
He felt an intrusive presence behind him as an invisible force slammed against his back, propelling him forward and down. His toes touched the cold clear sapphire water of the ocean as he spun around. He huffed and flapped, attempting to regain some altitude.
He let out a growl as he spotted half a dozen of Pegasus and their riders coming out of the Colo-Nimbus clouds from afar. He bit his lip.
They're still chasing me, after all this time? He groaned as he flew backwards, increasing his speed as he went, not knowing he was headed straight towards Alfred's squadron.
I have to lose them somehow, but in such an open space… He looked around, seeing no places to hide. The ocean stretched farther than he could see.
In his peripheral vision, he spotted a group of what looked like eight planes, still far-off. The Military? Did they know- Bloody hell! I can't outrun them and the others at the same time! But there's nowhere to hide and my body is fucking sore all over from the flight earlier! Shi—
Then he felt it again… That almost recognizable aura that he could pick up anytime, anywhere… That bright, positive presence…
He stopped immediately, his eye going wild for a moment before they focused on the incoming jets.
Is that… Is that what, or rather who, I think it is? He felt his heart thump and warmth suddenly surrounded him instead of the freezing ocean wind.
America…? Alfred…?
In the other side, Alfred gasped as he felt a sudden lightness in his head and a familiar heat flood inside his cockpit. Hey? What's going on—
[AMERICA, what's—?]
CANADA had called his captain at the same time he'd gasped.
[AMERICA? Are you okay?]
[H-Huh? O-Oh… What is it, Matthew?]
[AMERICA! It's CANADA! And the targets were just confirmed from CHINA. It's "them"—]
His azure eyes widened at the sudden info.
[Are you sure?]
[I swear on all that is good and maple syrup, AMERICA. It's "them"… No doubt about it.]
[The Cherubims…]
[Your orders?]
[H-Huh?]
Matthew let out exasperated sigh.
[You're Captain now, AMERICA… So what are your orders?]
[O-Oh, u-uh… Both ITALYs position into Delta Point A and C!]
[Ve~ Yes sir!] [Whatever…]
[CHINA and GERMANY, Omega Point D!]
[Aru.] [Roger.]
[CANADA and SPAIN, you guys will have to take the Alpha position…]
[Got it, eh.] [Comprende, amigo~! Let's go, CANADA!]
[PHILIPPINES! You and I will be in Delta B position! Everyone! Let's do this shit!]
[[Alright!]]
=Back Story=
Year 2030
The Earth was plunged into a third world war (WWIII) when America bombed the Russians after deciding that they had had enough of the Reds running rampant and being the most powerful superpower in the world. Other countries followed and thus the apocalypse of the world began.
Nobody could win the war; the most of the nations lost their lives in the meaningless fight. A decade later, they returned as their citizens rebuilt their lands and their lives. However, only a select few people remembered their "pasts"… Among the "nations" who had forgotten who they really are were—
Germany, Spain, Romano, China, Denmark, and—
America.
Entering a new, advanced era— visitors from outer space had landed and made in Earth their home, completely blending into the Human society… However, their cover didn't last long and humans were instantly terrified of the new beings that had inhabited their planet. They ostracized these beings called "Cherubims", an otherworldly species that looked similar to humans save for their glowing skin and—
Wings.
Year 3010
The Cherubims had become afraid of what the humans were capable to doing to them. After the last bloody war, that nearly exterminated the Cherubims, they decided to fight back. A decade later, they found out about the "nations" and their mission now revolved around the abductions of several countries. They only had to catch them and turned them into a Cherubim:
Hong Kong, Japan, the Nordics (excluding Denmark), Prussia, Belgium, Hungary, Austria, and—
Russia.
At the present time, Alfred F. Jones, the nation of Nova Amerika, along with his allies, Canada, Germany, Spain, China, Italy, Romano, and Philippines were assigned immediately to their first mission:
To investigate the strange "hot spots" at the Atlantic Edge.
Their first task which seemed to only be a harmless search-and-destroy, would affect the rest of their lives as they discovered more about the Cherubims and the plans for both species…
Alfred F. Jones didn't realize of how much his life would change over once he met a certain, familiar face from his past and what that person would become to him once again:
England.
"Thou shalt not try to bound ties from the past to the future for it would result into the Final Catastrophe of thy world…"
END
=PHASE ONE=
A/N: A complete rewrite of fate:Re-Start and now I present you the new series! ^^ beta'ed by tinyflame4. thank you very much! hope you guys like it! XD
Hetalia disclaimed. Except Philippines.