CHAPTER ONE

"To the Underground"

The sun peeked around and through the several layers of leaves. Several sounds were called out, all of them completely abnormal in every way, shape, and form. As the leaves shifted in the winds, a beam of light hit on Alfred's glasses, hitting his brother directly in the eyes. Matthew instantly covered his face, knocking the glasses clean off his face.

"Gosh darn it," he said, feeling for his glasses. He sat up and quickly found the frames. He slipped them on, and looked around. Everyone around him seemed to be unconscious. His brother, along with his usual group consisting of Francis Bonnefoy, Yao Wang, Arthur Kirkland- who looked very different somehow, how, he did not know- and Ivan Braginski.

He stood up, brushing off his clothes of the grass. He may as well try seeing if everyone's at least living. The first step he took he toppled onto the ground. He rubbed his face after impact and looked to the ground. Nothing was there that could have caused him to fall. He must be a bit dizzy is all.

Matthew attempted again, this time being successful. He walked over to his brother, and took off the man's glasses. Knowing him he'd break his glasses if he tossed and turned. He quickly checked the American's pulse: normal. He sighed with relief. He went on and checked the others, Arthur's being a bit more speedy than what it usually was.

"Al, Al," he said, already back to his brother's side. "Come on, try and wake up," he said in his usual soft voice. He shook the man slightly, frowning when he didn't wake up. He lay him back down on the grass, and did the same with the others, same results.

This was when everything hit him like a son of bricks. It was after a sharp scream was yelled out by what seemed like a few hundred feet. The man looked around and found something odd. The trees were gigantic- the bushes, too! The Canadian looked around in pure awe.

"Wait," he said aloud. He put his index finger to his mouth as a thinking reflex. If this forest's trees are this large, there should be some very large animals living here. But that couldn't be it. None of this really made sense. The largest animals he knew that once roamed around were dinosaurs. He certainly didn't travel back in time, did he? ... Did he?

"No, no, no, that's impossible. Completely," he reassured himself. He quickly grew paranoid of that thought. He needed to get the rest of his group somewhere safe, and quickly, too.

Matthew ran back to his brother. "Alfred, Alfred," he tried once more. He shook his brother a bit violently, still nothing happening. "Al, this is no joke, get up. Please," he pleaded to the body. He sighed. "Alfred, we're going to McDonalds, get ready," he drolled.

Alfred sprung up quickly. "Really?" he peeped. A smile was plastered on his face. "Uh, dude, where's my glasses?" he asked, feeling his bridge. Matthew handed them to him, and the American slipped them on. "Whoa!" he looked around. "This place is huge!"

"Yeah, I kn—"

"I wonder where we are," Alfred cut in.

"I don't really think that's im—"

"Where is everyone?"

"Unconscious."

"Why?"

"Do you really think I know?" he answered a bit sharply. "We really need to get everyone else to a safe place. I don't know what lurks in this place, and I kinda really don't want to find out any time soon," he explained. The man stood up and walked over to Francis. "Take someone."

The blue eyed man walked over to the Russian. "I'll go by the heaviest first," he said a bit darkly. He easily carried the six foot, big boned human being to the side, while his brother struggled a bit with the lightweight, thin, Frenchmen.

After lugging the rest of them over— other than Arthur, Matthew took care of him— Alfred stretched. "Yo, Mattie, maybe we can set up a shelter or something?" he asked. He paused. "Then try finding something to eat."

The other man frowned, realizing how important that actually was. It was a good thing he actually paid attention to those survival shows. No one really pays attention to them. They're always normally just for entertainment, though they contain very valuable information. They could go for a while without food. Though, that meant Alfred complaining about not having anything to tide him over. He could always try finding some sort of berry or fruit for him somewhere in this gigantic forest.

Matthew turned put his hand down on the ground, his hand going into some sort of indent. "Oh?" he asked softly. He brushed away the small leaves and saw what it masked. It was a hole, or a tunnel it looked like. "Alfred, over here," he motioned for Alfred. "Do you wanna go check it out, or should I?" he asked.

"Well, you can stay out here and try to defend the rest of them on your own, or you can venture down into the underground on your own and risk being attacked," he stated plainly. "Better bet's to go underground. I don't think something could have lived down there."

His brother nodded. "True," he agreed. He took an audible gulp and slowly scaled his way inside of the cave.

The inside was well structured. Wooden support pillars on the sides, and everything was neat and trim. Someone either lived here, obviously, or still do live here, and they've gotten a massive stroke of luck. The Canadian continued on further, him using his cell phone for a light. "Hello?" he called out.

Nothing.

He shrugged. There was a torch on the wall, how convenient. He took the torch and lit it with his lighter. There were other ones, too. He proceeded to light those, too. After finishing up, he looked around. Not a soul in sight. "Great," he said, happily.

He made his way out easily, giving Alfred a thumbs up. Alfred nodded, and took them in one by one once more, Matthew watching over the area to make sure nothing was coming. He covered the entrance with a larger leaf that probably came from the trees above. The Canadian walked back in happily.

Alfred had lined them up neatly, having a few of the others lined up neatly against the wall until they could find or make beds. Though, the area didn't really seem to be somewhere to live once Matthew thought about it. It was more like a storage area. If they stayed here long enough, someone would find them, eventually.

In order against the wall was Arthur, Francis, Yao, then Ivan was further from the others. No one would want to wake up to that commi— Russian.

"Do you think we should try waking one of them up?" Alfred asked, walking over to Ivan. "I mean, it's a good idea to have them awake in case something super drastic happens, right?"

Matthew nodded. "Although, it's also a good idea to have them wake up on th—"

An ear-splitting scream came from the group below.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I don't own Hetalia. Hima-papa does, though.

Hey everyone! I'd like to welcome you to my fanfic c: I've already got the pairings laid out, just in case anyone's wondering what they'll be. It's Ludwig/Feliciano, Arthur/Kiku, Ivan/Alfred, and Francis/Matthew. Poor Yao's all alone :'c Although, I will be putting a few Alfred/Arthur in here, since I also love that pairing c:

Just as a warning into the future, the reason why it's rated M, is for future nudity (lots of it, folks), swearing, and my shitty Google translate. I'm aware that it goes to the female versions of all the words. I'd love to have some translators out there to help me out c:

I'll wrap this up by saying that this was inspired by Karbo on DeviantArt. Go look at his art, it's amazing and beautiful.

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