So after all my mind has come up with in the world of what your mind does after reading something with cliff hanger and ending-less awesome-sauce (coughromahetacough), I thought I'd try my hand at fanfiction. Honestly, the idea came to me in the car today. Don't ask how, I'm not entirely sure. But it seemed kinda awesome to me and I figured I wright if for the awesomeness of slipping some drama into hetalia (and the lulz).

Please note that I don't necessarily ship any pairing in particular as I'm not the worlds biggest yaoi fanatic (not much of one at all, actually. don't ask how I got into hetalia) so if this gets anywhere with a pairing you like in some sort of messed up way, don't thank me, thank the crack that people must be slipping into my supply of chocolate milk.

Anyway, I do not own Hetalia or any of the Hetalia characters, just this plot idea (and I'm not even sure about that).

any hoodles, enjoy :D

Part I: The East Coast

The monitors were alive with the images of news feeds - new and old - creating a massive blurr to anyone who tried to watch more than one at once. To one who looked one at a time, though, they would see images of past, rulers, dictators, prime ministers, and former presidents. But it was not the focus of the camera shots these men were focused on.

"Always there," one finally spoke. "Always there in the background. For centuries they have had the most influential positions in the world, and none have even bothered to notice...till now."

The man's eyes rested on a single gathering of monitors. From black and white to high-definition: the Presidents of the United States. As the people around the man, and the man himself, changed, one man remained constant. The same blond hair, blue eyes, glasses, and an air that radiated self confidence.

"None have even questioned the fact that their very existence is ludicrous; questioned that they're only revealed to the people of utmost importance, even if they aren't necessarily a secret," another man said without removing his gaze from the man that has stood behind generations of Queens and Prime Ministers: a man with sandy hair, green eyes, and some of the largest eyebrows known to mankind to pair with his gaze that suggested he could see more than meets the eye.

"Even those with the knowledge don't even seem to care, letting themselves and their government be pushed around by these...existences."

This third man watched as documentaries flashed paintings and writings mentioning and picturing - still in the background - a man with dark eyes and hair, commonly swept over his shoulder in a small ponytail. Occasionally he was featured with a small boy with empty-seeming eyes and evenly cropped hair: yet another of these monstrosities.

"Now," one of the six men turned to the rest to speak, "this long era of shadow ruling will end." His statement was met by much nodding and murmurs of agreement. "Finally we have found a way to eliminate these so called 'personifications' without the people suffering first. Finally we have found the method that will bring them ill and too their knees."

With that, the men filed out of the small room to further discuss their plans for their 'revolution'. One man, however, lagged behind in the hall way. Slipping through a side hall, he pulled out his disposable phone and pressed the call button. The phone dialed the only number it could and the other end picked up immediately.

"It's starting, sir," the man told his boss on the other end of the line. "It's only a matter of days now."

"Thanks, Mikey."

Alfred gave his short response and hung up the phone, knowing that Westin would promptly trash the other.

The blond ran a hand through his hair, without a care in the world about whether doing such would eventually speed up hair loss, nations don't bald. Wang Yao was living proof. Alfred focused his blue eyes out the window of his bosses office. Not a cloud in the sky...just like that horrid day almost a decade ago...he shook the memory from his thoughts. They were after him, not his people.

"Well?" his boss asked him, patiently.

"Make the calls," he told him. "It's starting."

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Arthur sighed and leaned back in his seat. The plane had taken off moments ago and Kirkland was already begining to have second thoughts.

Alfred had invited him and all the other nations over to his place for some sort of 'All-Out Nation Vacation', as he called it. The flight he was on would pick up most of the European nations before finally making the trek over the ocean to North America. Ivan and most of the Nordic nations (minus Feliks and Toris, Feliks didn't like how dull the plane was and insisted on one with flowers) were already on board and they were about to pick up Francis. How would he ever last more than twenty minutes on the plane with him? Let alone over a dozen hours?

What did Alfred want them all for anyway? He'd even gone far enough to invite nation's he wasn't very friendly with - IVAN was on board.

He had claimed that this was all for being able to relax and act like semi-normal people for a change, instead of having to make friends depending on who their bosses liked, but Arthur wasn't quite buying it. Why was this so important that they all had to leave the day after he arranged it?

Arthur sighed again. At least he wouldn't have to be anywhere near the nations he didn't like while on board the plane - it had two stories and separate rooms for each of them. That, and this 'Nation Vacation' was going to be a trip to some of the most beautiful places in America. Kirkland had to admit, his former colony had a lot of those.

Leaning back into his seat, the well aged (even if he didn't look it) nation leaned back in his seat and watched his land go by beneath them. Not too long from now Fracis would be boarding. Followed by the German brothers - Gilbert and Ludwig - with their Belgium and Netherland neighbors. Then Heracles and Sadiq - that would be interesting. Then Feliciano and Lovino...

Arthur fell asleep to his thoughts. Maybe a vacation would be nice...

Sorry if that felt short, I promise to get more up soon. Prologue-ish things are usually kinda short anyway...in my experience at least.

I know I'm a crappy speller and i hope that anything spell check missed doesn't turn anyone away. Again, this is my first real fanfic so i need all the help i can get from those with experience. Reviews would be mucho appreciated.

And to those of you who didn't get the Burn Notice reference, then you do have a serious problem and should watch a bit more American TV. Particularly USA. Awesome channel.