Chapter 1

Hi! I'm Blaze808 and I am a Hetalia and Pendragon fan. So when I found out that WriterCat, the original author was looking for a new writer for this story, after I had reviewed that I 'was in their debt' for making this story, I happened to pay it back! These are the original chapters. By the way, if anyone has read Many Years Ago by yours truly THIS WILL NOT HAVE SIMILAR STORY LINES! Also, if you're looking for Yaoi, write your own or find another, because I don't like that stuff. Also, this story will only be in a teen rating due to violence. There will be no jokes/language that you're Grandmother would faint at. These chapters have been edited slightly from 1-8. Then, my writer's magic begins!1

Denduron

Germany awoke in a forest at the base of a snowy mountain with nothing but the clothes on his back and utter confusion about how the heck he had gotten there. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep at his house, Italy in the next room...

Italy, Germany thought suddenly. Maybe he was somewhere around here...

The large man stood up and blinked in the bright sunlight...wait. There were three suns! He had to be hallucinating. What in the name of the Roman Empire is going on here? Germany wondered. His thoughts were rudely disrupted by the sound of hooves pounding against the ground, headed towards him.

Germany picked up a thick branch, though he knew it would provide little defense.

I wish I had my gun! he thought, and then the horses- and their riders - surrounded him.

It was a bunch of knights dressed in armor, swords pointed at him.

"Who are you?" one demanded.

"A very, very confused, ticked off German," Germany snarled back.

The knights exchanged looks. "What is a German?"

"What are you, stupid? A person from Germany!"

Blank looks from the knights.

"I do not like his attitude!" one growled.

"Well, I don't like you much either," Germany retorted.

"We will bring him back to the castle as a prisoner," the lead knight announced.

"Like heck you will!" Germany raised his stick. His attackers just laughed, and one of them hit him over the head with his sword. Hard.

Germany was fading into unconsciousness as they bound him in ropes and started to drag him away.

"Wait! Let him go!" That was the last thing the country heard before passing out.

Cloral

England, meanwhile, found himself in a small, dark cave with a pool of water in front of him.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" he called out half-heartedly. Though he knew there was no one to hear him, it just seemed right. As expected, no one answered.

Guess I'm going for a swim... he thought, and dove into the water.

Several feet below the surface, there was an opening in the rock wall that he was able to get through. The other side, England found, was a huge stretch of ocean, and he was about 14 feet under. He began to feel the strain on his lungs from lack of air.

Suddenly, a streak of gray to his left caught his eye. Trying to stay calm, he started to swim upwards. He was about five feet from the surface when something sharp clamped onto his leg.

It was a shark with glowing yellow eyes.

The sudden pain startled the rest of the air from his lungs as the shark started to drag him down. Black dots danced across his vision and he felt light-headed. His lungs were burning like fire. Water started to fill his mouth and nose, and he had no air to keep it out.

His brain, sluggish from lack of oxygen, barely even registered the sharp teeth that were tearing into his leg. The bloody water around him was nearly blocked out completely by the darkness dominating his vision. England was certain he was going to die.

He was hardly aware of it as something drove the shark away and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, carrying him to the surface.

First Earth

America picked himself up and straightened his glasses. He seemed to have somehow ended up in a dark alley, though he had no idea why he was there. Well, he did sometimes do weird things when he was drunk, but he didn't remember drinking the previous night...

He shrugged and started walking towards the opening of the alley. Man, he thought, it smells like chemicals here! I really need to do something about that when I get home...

Something jabbed him in the chest, but it was too dark to see what it was. America got his answer when the object clicked.

It was a gun.

"W-who are you?" he demanded, stepping backwards. The other man didn't answer, just followed him. America continued to back away until he hit the brick wall at the other end of the alley. The unseen man kept the gun on his chest the whole time.

"Don't struggle, it will only make things worse for you." The other man's voice was deep and rough.

"Where am I? How did I get here? Who ARE you?" America repeated.

"I ask the questions!" The man slammed the gun into America's ribs, breaking several of them. America gasped in pain.

"Now, who are you?" the man asked.

"America."

"What kind of name is that? Oh, I get it, you're a wise guy." The man pointed the gun at his victim's nose. America turned his head to the side and closed his eyes. "I don't know about you, but I hate wise guys!"

The man tightened his finger on the trigger. America gritted his teeth and curled his hands into fists, steeling himself for the bullet.

It never came. Something slammed the man into a wall, and the bullet whizzed past America's ear and into the bricks behind him. He was pelted with debris, but otherwise unscathed. His invisible rescuer grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the alley.

Third Earth

Japan woke up in a strange place; a library. However, there was only one book, which was in a glass case like a museum display. It was Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss.

How did I get here...? he wondered, standing up and rubbing his eyes. Footsteps came from around a nearby corner. He froze.

Two guards that were twice Japan's size appeared. "You! What are you doing here?"

"I-I don't know! I don't even know where I am!" Japan stammered. The guards came closer, towering over the smaller man.

"You're lying! Come with us!" Both guards grabbed him and dragged him to a small office. They threw him in roughly, and he landed hard on his knees. One guard locked the door behind them.

Japan flipped around. "I'm telling the truth! Honest!"

The guards ignored him. "What is your name?" one asked.

"J-Japan," he answered quickly, realizing immediately afterwards that he should have used his human name.

The guard raised an eyebrow. "...Japan...? That's a name for a country, not a person!"

"That's...uh...just what my friends call me..." He laughed nervously. "Inside joke. My real name is Honda. Honda Kiku."

The guard looked doubtful. "Where are you from?"

"Japan."

"How long have you been here in the US?"

"I have no idea. One day?" Japan answered truthfully.

"I don't believe you!" The guard grabbed him by the shirt and pulled Japan's face close to his own. "How did you get here?"

"I don't know! How many times do I have to tell you? I don't remember anything!"

A guard raised a hand to hit him, but lowered it as the office door opened.

"What's going on in here?" came a friendly voice from outside.

And that ends Chapter 1!