Optimus Prime and his team of Autobots rolled into their hangar of Diego Garcia military base. A blond man in a bomber jacket was waiting for them, standing on the platform that raised the humans to eye level with the massive robots. He had a goofy grin on his face, despite the situation he was there for. "So are these the robots my boss told me about?" he asked Major Lennox.

Major Lennox did not have an opportunity to respond, for the truck with a paint job that man secretly loved began to transform before his eyes. After about a minute, there was a massive alien robot was standing in front of him. His eyes widened. "SWEET! This is awesome! I can't wait to see Arthur's face when I tell him about this! Ha! Tony would love to meet you guys someday! I think Kiku would enjoy this too, because this is right up his alley!" he said happily.

The robot gave him a look, and then looked at Major Lennox, who shrugged. "I was told he was the foreign representative to some world conference thing and the President sent him to retrieve information from you. No idea who he is, or why he's so young." He said, while the man was oblivious.

The robot sighed, and looked at the man. "I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, from the Planet Cybertron. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr.…"

"I'm Alfred Jones, hero extraordinaire. Just call me Al though. You sound like Artie when you call me Mr. Jones." He laughed. "So, I heard from my boss that there were more attacks from the… Deceptions? Is that what they're called? Anyway, it's obvious that they're looking for something. Did you figure out what they're after?" he said, his expression turning serious.

"The Decepticon in Paris-"

"Paris? So Francis has seen them?"

"Francis?"

"Representative for France, Monsieur Francis Bonnefoy." Al clarified.

"Ah. The Decepticon in Paris told us what they were after. He said it was a girl, by the name of Victoria Jameson."

Al paled. "The Jameson line." He muttered, his voice trembled, showing that name meant something to him. And he was afraid.

"He also had a few images in his memory that showed up after we had him incapacitated. We apparently scrambled his brain, which made him show them to us." He looked at a table, and projected three pictures next to each other. A blond man with glasses and longer hair than Alfred's holding a bear, and two men who looked almost exactly alike, with auburn hair and curls that defied gravity."

As if he wasn't pale enough, he paled even more and staggered backward. "Mattie, Veniziano, Romano." He muttered again, shaking. The soldiers quickly grabbed a chair for him, and sat him down in it.

He turned to Major Lennox. "I need to use a computer. Now. I need to send an email, and I don't have my iPhone on me."

Sergeant Epps spoke up. "I have a laptop." He said, and pulled up his email, then his address book. The address book did not have names. It had countries. He started scrolling through and clicking the countries. In the end, he had England, Canada, France, Germany, Japan, Russia, China, Italy, Prussia (where was this? They all wondered.), Spain, and some random guy named Romano.

The subject line read "URGENT! EMERGENCY! NOT A JOKE!"

Hey guys!

Dude, we have a serious problem on our hands. A problem that involves us all, as nations. I'm calling an emergency meeting, and sending some choppers to pick you guys up. And I have a warning. Don't trust any vehicle that doesn't have a person step out and get you. A real person. Make sure to touch them and make sure they're not holographs. I'll explain when you get here. THIS IS NOT A JOKE. I'm talking to you, England.

Germany, Spain, France, make sure you keep Italy, Romano, and Canada close. They're in the greatest danger. Don't be afraid though, I have a special team that can protect us all.

America (THE HERO!)

"I need three choppers to go to the capital buildings of London, Paris, Madrid, Tokyo, Berlin, Moscow, Quebec, and Beijing. One should go to Paris, Quebec, and Madrid. You should pick up two in Madrid, one of which is this man," he pointed to the third picture, "and in Quebec you'll get this man." He pointed to the first picture. "And here are all of their pictures for reference." He pulled out an envelope and fished out four pictures from them. "Another chopper should go to Tokyo, Moscow, and Beijing. There is no precious cargo there, but here are their pictures for reference as well." He fished out more pictures from the envelope and handed them out. "In Berlin, you'll pick up three men. The last man here," he pointed to the middle picture, "should be there. And then in London is one man. And here are pictures. Sorry, I doodled on Artie's during a meeting while he was talking because he bored me." He laughed, and handed over the pictures. The soldiers looked at it. The man had huge eyebrows (and it was debatable as to if they were a doodle or not), and devil horns, and his eyes were all white. He also had a doodle below his face of a body, which had nothing but an apron and a bow tie on. It was an odd, and scary picture. "And do NOT show this to him under any circumstances, he'll kill me."

As the soldiers dispersed to their choppers with their assignments, Al turned to Optimus. "By the way, nice paint job. Very heroic." He smiled his goofy smile, and walked away.

Inspiration came from the fact that there are no crossovers with this. The only one that's there is a big mash up, instead of a straight on HetaliaxTransformers. Even though you know this would be totally freakin awesome and it should have happened already. And the title is from Prelude 12/21 by AFI. You'll understand why I chose this title for it in the next few chapters.

So, I went to camp last week, and I sat up every night and spent my rest hour writing this fanfic. So it's pretty much close to done. Don't worry, my tentmates didn't complain haha. They slept perfectly fine, as did I.
Victoria is an OC of mine, and I probably will recycle her. She's 19, and she has her own little story as well. She'll make her appearance in the next chapter.

Speaking of, this chapter was actually supposed to be longer. But I got lazy and decided to make the next part the second chapter. I promise you, these chapters will most likely be longer after this.

So what is Megatron's devious plan? What is going to happen to the nations? Who is this Victoria Jameson and what does she mean to the nations? Will everyone get there safely? Is it sad that I'm going to the White House in July and hoping to meet Alfred Jones? Find out in the next chapter of "Kiss My Eyes and Lay Me to Sleep"!