World Conference, United States of America
Year: 3002
The once grand conference hall of the United Nations was now just another huge, dusty, burnt, run down building destroyed by the countries that had used it. The countries who participated in the war.
But now, it will be used again, although the meeting will not be the same as the past ones.
The enormous oblong conference table was just as filthy as the rest of the room. Many rubbles and remains of the war coated the top, but nonetheless, all countries sat there for the first world meeting since the World War.
Arthur Kirkland, or more commonly known as the country of England, stood at the very front.
"Alright," he began, "Everyone, thank you all for coming here. It is no doubt that the war had impacted all of us greatly. And with that case, I assume that that is why you have all agreed to come here. Although this particular venue isn't really the most appropriate—"
Alfred F. Jones, or America, groaned loudly, "Can we skip this, please?"
Arthur glared at the United States, "Alright, fine."
He cleared his throat and bent down to grab his antique spell book that seemed to have seen better days.
"So we are all probably aware that our world has barely enough for everyone to survive. And it is obvious that all of us nations are growing weaker and weaker everyday. And with our Earth's current condition—our home... Well..."
"So..." Alfred began, "you're saying we should—"
"—Leave this place?" Francis Bonnefoy, or France, intervened, standing up, "Eyebrows, do you really think that that is the only option? Because I refuse."
"I agree, da." Ivan Braginski, the country of Russia, said. "I mean, we can still wait a little longer until every single mortal dies and all of us are the only ones left."
Most countries looked at the Russian as if he was insane.
"I know this is going to be difficult," England noted, "but unless we all wanted to watch our own world die with us, this is our only hope for life."
Kiku Honda, or Japan, raised his hand up.
"Yes, Japan," England called, "do you have a question?"
The Japanese country nodded, "If we do consider, Igirisu-san, Then where are we going?"
"Can we go to a dimension where the only food is hamburger and shake and all the girls are hot bombshells?" America asked eagerly.
"No." England answered with a would-you-stop-being-an-idiot glare towards the American.
"I have found a spell in this—" he patted on the worn-down book of sorcery, "—years before the war, about a portal to a parallel world.
"During the war—before everything was destroyed—I assembled the ingredients and materials, in case we needed it, which we do now."
He then pulled out a large oval mirror which glass seemed to be tinted with a luminous blue glow. He placed it carefully on the table.
"This mirror represents the portal, though we will not necessarily go into this. You can see that the spell had activated the portal, but there is still something yet to add to fully open it: our blood."
"What?" All countries asked in confusion.
"Yes." England nodded, "we need a drop of blood coming from those who choose to do this. Because if you enter the portal without doing so, then you will get lost in limbo. Forever."
From the European countries, one hand was raised. It was the northern region of the Italian republic.
"Italy," England called out, "you have a question?"
"Ve," Feliciano Vargas nodded, "doesn't this seem scary?"
"Yes, I know." England nodded, "but unless you choose to be with this world till the end, this is the only way to survive. And maybe..." He looked at his feet, "start over."
The whole conference fell silent for a moment.
"So!" America then interrupted the silence and stood up, "I'm in!"
"Okay." England nodded, "Anyone else? Now is your time to decide: live on in another world, or stay with this one till the end."
"I will not be leaving my home."
All eyes turned to Vash Zwingli, the Country of Switzerland.
The Swiss country stood up and continued, "I was born in this Earth, I grew up, fought, suffered, lost and won, and created a family here. Therefore I will stay here until my land cannot stand any longer. Because this is my home."
He glared at the countries in the front before continuing, "Our home."
Lili Zwingli, or Liechtenstein, stood up with her big brother, "And I'm staying with big brother. I'm sorry, everyone, but I won't be leaving."
"It's okay." Arthur assured, "we understand."
"Pfft! You guys are so unawesome!" Gilbert Beilschmidt, or more commonly known as the Kingdom of Prussia, scoffed, "I mean come on! Are you guys really gonna miss an opportunity to have a new country to rule—"
He did not get the chance to finish as a frying pan flew to his face and knocked him down.
Elisabeth Heidervary, more commonly known as Hungery, stood from where the pan had flown, glaring at the Albino Prussian. "If we go with you, feast on a new land to rule, happy and healthy, but abandon our home and our people to suffer, then no, thank you. I myself would rather die with the people in my mother land than leave them in deathly misery."
She then turned to the Former Allied Forces at the front and continued, "You boys should know better than to just simply jump into dimensions when you know there are people who are still hoping that you would find a way to save them!"
"Hungary," England sighed her name, "I'm sorry but, there is no more hope for humanity right now. They are almost at the brink of extinction, new life cannot be created anymore because of the virus and ratiation. Food and crops are impossible to plant in the current environment. We are dying."
It was true. They were dying. Because of the nuclear bomb that Russia dropped in Washington and Beijing, the two countries were now barely livable because of the radiaton, which soon affected Europe, Africa, and Asia, then slowly, Australia.
Even the chemical waste spent for the Japanese prototype soldiers and level 5 U-boats left most citizens of Kyoto getting fatal sickness. Even the radioactive leftovers of the machines infected the people of Hokkaido and Saitama. And eventually, the radiation reached the smaller countries at the south, such as Vietnam, Indonesia, and the Philippines.
"It still won't change the fact that we are never leaving this world." Switzerland spoke again, walking to the exit that is only just an open doorway, for the double doors had been already blown off of its hinges almost a year ago.
He stood by it and turned back to the countries. "If anyone else aside from my sister, Miss Hungary, and I, choose to stay, then leave with us, we are no longer needed in this meeting."
That is when country by country began walking out of the hall silently and slowly.
Russia noticed the Baltic Trio stand up, and asked, "You guys are going with them?"
The three countries froze and anxiously turned to the Russian.
"Uh, ye—yes. We are... M—Mister Russia." Estonia answered nervously.
"I—is it okay if w—we leave?" Lithuania stuttered.
The Russian country stared at them with a menacing aura around him, "Okay!" He said, smiling warmly at them as if there were no malice whatsoever.
"Germany," Italy called to his ally once he noticed him stand up. "Where are you going?"
Ludwig Beilschmidt, or the country of Germany, turned to the Italian and answered, "I'm staying."
"Ve?!" Italy exclaimed and ran up to the German, "But Germany! Don't you wanna start over in managing your country? Didn't you say you wanted to correct your mistakes ever since World War one—"
"Ja, I know." Germany answered as he looks down, "but I know it's best to stay with my people after all I've made them go through. It's best for the leader to stay with his men till the end."
Germany then turned around and began to walk away, but Italy made him halt once again.
"I think they want you to start over." He said, making the German look over his shoulder.
Italy continued, "I think your men would want you to make things right where you are able to do so, ve."
Germany looked down as to think about it.
"After all, that is what a leader should do."
"Plus, you can drink as much beer as you want again!" Prussia interjected, "C'mon, West, don't be a killjoy like those people." He pointed towards the empty doorway.
Germany sighed and lifted his head, "Alright, I'll go." He walked back to the center of the conference, "but this is not for the beer, but for what Italy said."
"Pfft, sure." Prussia rolled his eyes.
"Bene~" Italy exclaimed, then turning to his Japanese ally, "Nihon, you're coming with us, si?"
"H—hai." Japan answered, "Because of the radiation from the prototype factories killing everyone, I believe that they despise me now. I think it's best I also correct my mistakes in a place where I can do it."
"That's the spirit!" Italy smiled.
"So we're the only ones left." England said, counting the remaining countries—the main nations which participated in the war except Switzerland: Japan, Germany and Prussia, Italy and Romano, Spain, China, Russia, France, America, and himself.
"So it's the eight of us once again." America said.
"There's eleven of us in here, you idiota!" Romano corrected.
"Ve~" Italy exclaimed excitedly, "Fratello, you're coming too!"
He the turned to his brother and said, "Just because I'm coming with you doesn't mean that I want to be with you, okay?! This place is already shit since the beginning of time and I've wanted to leave ever since."
"And since Romano is going, then I'm going too!" Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, or Spain, said, slinging a hand in the Southern Italian. "Plus, both of my two amigos are going, so why wouldn't I?"
"A—actually," a voice from nowhere spoke, "there's twelve of us here."
They all turned towards the source of the voice and found the Canadian country, still holding his pet polar bear.
"Bro!" America exclaimed and tackled his brother, "So glad you can come with us!"
"Yes, well..." Matthew Williams, or better known as Canada, began softly. "When my place ran out of food, everyone found ways to sneak into American ships before they get back to your place. The few of those who stayed behind suffered from starvation because we ran out of maple syrup, and we can't really—"
"So," England spoke, completely ignoring the Canadian altogether, "like I said earlier, the portal is activated, but we still need to open it fully."
He then pulled out a dagger from his pocket, the stainless surface reflecting the light in the room, as well as the steady blue glow of the enchanted mirror.
"You only have to cut your finger, just a drop is enough," he explained, "you have to make sure that you are the only person close to the mirror while you do this. Because if somebody else is in a five-feet breadth from the mirror..." His green eyes suddenly darkened, "he may never be seen in any world again."
"This... Sounds dangerous, aru." China commented anxiously.
"I know." England sighed, "but if we do this correctly, we won't be lost in any limbo for eternity."
He stepped up towards the mirror, "I will go first, so you can see what you will do. And this must—I repeat, must be done one country at a time—"
"Hold up!"
America marched up to the Englishman and snatched the dagger from his hand.
"What the—what do you think you are doing?!" England fumed, glaring at the American.
"Well, Iggy," said America, "in movies, when a team has to enter a building or the enemy's lair, or a portal in our case, the leader, which is the hero, which is me, will always go first." He explained in confidence as he takes off the glove on his left hand.
England rolled his eyes, "Alright. I'm not even going to argue with you anymore."
"Wait, what?" America tilted his head in confusion, "so we're not gonna get into an hour-long debate that'll end up with me winning and you grumbling curses at me at the corner?"
"Not anymore." He replied, walking over to a side.
"Well okay then!" America then made a clean cut on his finger. He hovered his hand over to the mirror and squeezed a drop.
"Drop the dagger as soon as you cut yourself," England instructed, "you're not the only one using that."
Everyone in the room watched the blood fall onto the glass surface. It lit up upon contact, the light became brighter and bigger, until the light Became blinding, drowning the room with the luminous blue for a moment, then slowly dying out, leaving one less country in the room. With no stain of red on the mirror.
"He's... Gone." France muttered.
"Well of course he is." England said, walking up to the dagger and picking it up, "the portal has a sort of timer that stays open on the other side of the dimension that the previous person entered. But if you do this one minute and thirteen seconds after the last one, you might be brought into a whole nother world. So you better be quick."
And with that, he proceeded to cut his own finger, and after his blood was dropped, the light once again bursted, lingering for a few seconds, and fading down along with the English country.
One by one, the rest followed. They cut their fingers, let their blood drop onto the glass, and get engulfed by its light.
None of them have any idea where they will end up,
Nor do they know what the world they have entered has in store for them.
To be continued...
Author's Note:
First chapter is done!
Let's party~!
Okay, okay, calm down.
I know it's been 84 years since I published the prologue.
But I've been out of motivation lately.
So I rewatched Hetalia for the fourth time so I'd feel more committed.
And here I am!
Okay, since I still have to work on my other story, I cannot guarantee a sooner update.
Forgive me.
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Ja matane~
—K8
