Oh, hello. You came back. Goodie for me.

...Well, I really don't have that much to say. Here is chapter two of Allied with the World.

Disclaimer: Don't own Hetalia, only own my OCs, blahblahblahwhoevenreadsthesethings ON WITH THE STORY!

Random word of the day: Barstool

Chapter Revised as of 7/18/2017


Falling, I quickly discovered, wasn't a very pleasant feeling, especially when it's as sudden and unexpected as it had been for me.

There was nothing above me, below me, or anything from what I managed to see, that led somewhere. Everything was just a blinding bombardment of bright green, yellow, blue, and white lights all around me.

So, what did I do in such a situation?

Duh, I did what anyone would do.

I screamed.

I thrashed my arms and legs around, but I could feel nothing except the wind rushing past me as I fell. I had no idea what was happening, whether or not I would live or die when I finally landed somewhere, or even if I would land.

I had never been so astoundingly terrified.

I watched my red hair as it whipped around above my head, and my imagination betrayed me as it pictured that same color coating my entire body.

Then, another curve ball was thrown at me: I stopped.

I didn't land anywhere.

…Couldn't move that well.

I had only stopped.

And I was sort of just…floating there. Recalling that moment now, I would liken the feeling to being trapped in an unpleasant dream where you had little to no control of your own movements. All you can do is wait in frozen torment for whatever beast your mind has created to catch you.

I was granted a few silence-filled moments to catch my breath, listening to my heart pound rapidly in my ears, when a very different sound caught my attention.

I heard something.

It was...singing.

A song.

A familiar song; one that I hadn't heard in quite a while.

"Hey hey papa, may I have some wine! Hey hey mama, hey hey mama!"

'...!?'

"I can't get the taste of that bolognese we ate earlier out of my head!"

'W...What...?'

"Draw a circle, that's the earth! Draw a circle, that's the earth!"

The mind-numbing terror that had been paralyzing me was suddenly replaced by world-spinning disorientation and confusion.

'W-Wha-how? It... can't be! What the *#$!? WHAT THE ACTUAL *#$!?'

I managed to crane my neck to look around with the limited strength I had, but I couldn't see any source of music. Was it just in my head?

"Draw a circle that's the earth-"

'No…no, don't finish that line…please convince me this whole thing is just some kind of fever dream that my demented brain has invented against my will!' I thought furiously, hoping that whatever magical force that had brought me here would be able to read my thoughts as well.

"-I am Hetalia!"

...guess not.

Hetalia.

An anime I had become obsessed with during my freshman year.

And I mean OBSESSED.

That was back when I was in my creepy/obsessive otaku phase. I had eventually been able to grow out of it once school had become more demanding. I hadn't really watched it since, even though I had four seasons on DVD as well as a bunch of random Hetalia merchandise I'd managed to get my hands on stored somewhere in my closet at home.

So why...WHY was this wacky portal that had decided to swallow up ME of all people playing the theme song from one of my teenage obsessions!?

It had begun to play Japan's version of the song, and I wondered if was going to have to sit through all eighteen versions of the theme. I found with a mixture of alarm and confusion that some insane part of me was actually kind of enjoying this little trip of teenage nostalgia. Perhaps it was my psyche searching for even one positive thing to latch onto and keep me from losing it in this sudden, unexplained, and frightening situation. At the time, my mind was racing with too many thoughts and emotions to focus on much of anything, but of course, the core of those thoughts and emotions was the desire to find out WHAT WAS GOING ON.

Once again, as if I had said (or thought in this case) some ancient command that controlled magic portals, the song abruptly ended, and the mystical force that had been keeping me afloat disappeared. Then I was back to free falling. But this time, something unexpected happened along with it; as if I hadn't already gone through enough unexpected events.

Now, I could actually see something at the bottom: It was a hole.

At what I presumed to be the end of the portal, was a hole that had opened to what looked like a lobby.

And it was rushing towards me...FAST.

When I saw this, it caused me to scream louder and thrash wildly, because that floor did NOT look like a soft landing.

And...it wasn't.

...It could have been worse, I guess.

But let's just say I won't be scheduling skydiving lessons anytime soon.

I landed with a loud THUD onto to the gold floor of that lobby.

Though I wasn't sure it was really a lobby now, because there was a balcony and a stairwell leading downwards which I somehow managed to catch a glance of.

A sharp pain shot through my head, and my vision swam. I'm pretty sure I had gotten the wind knocked out of me too, because I was suddenly finding it difficult to breath. I couldn't see much from the floor, but I thought I could faintly hear voices from nearby.

However, I didn't get to find out for sure. Whether it was from the shock of all the sudden strange events, the relief of being alive, or the throbbing pain pounding inside my skull, I didn't know, but I steadily fell unconscious.

Canada's P.O.V

The country of Canada sighed as the meeting of the Allies took its usual turn for the worst.

France and Britain had begun to angrily shout at each other as long-term enemies did, and America was stuffing the remaining burgers he had brought with him into his mouth while gesturing towards the pictures of the Axis on the blackboard, shouting something incomprehensible while spitting food everywhere. Meanwhile, Russia was smiling eerily at the whole scene, laughing occasionally, and China was mumbling something about "stupid, immature western countries" while shaking his head.

And, as also per usual, no one took notice of his existence.

"YOU BLOODY FROG! YOU TAKE THAT BACK! TAKE IT BACK THIS INSTANT!" Britain shouted, attempting to strangle France.

"Ohonhonhon~! But why would I take back somezhing zhat is true? Your crappy spell did not work, zhere is no evil spirit here, is zhere? Thus, you are a FRAUD~!"

"WHY YOU-"

Canada tuned them out.

Just a moment ago, Britain had attempted to summon an "evil spirit from the depths of hell," to quote the Brit, in order to aid them in defeating the Axis. But after Britain had drawn his creepy circle, chanted some nonsense, and the circle glowed, it had disappeared with no creature in sight, or any trace it had ever been there in the first place.

Britain had appeared quite baffled by this.

Naturally, France and America had laughed at him, and Britain then yelled at them and explained (rather begrudgingly) that while there were times when his spells didn't work, the pentagram never simply disappeared.

Not that the excuse helped him any.

That led to this current squabble between the two European countries while everyone else simply observed, or did their own thing.

Finally, Russia had apparently gotten fed up with the fight and stood from his seat, strange smile still in place. He rested his "Pipe of Pain" on his shoulder. "Perhaps we should just kill you all now and stop this fighting, da?"

This caused a sudden, tense silence in the room, before both Britain and France screamed, and America called Russia a "DAMN COMMIE" before demanding that he shut up. Even China somehow got mixed up in the mess, trying to avoid Russia while at the same time also trying to put a stop to the quarrel in his own way.

Canada groaned.

"Why am I even here? No one ever notices me. Stupid 'well known' countries, so ungrateful. I don't have to be here. I could just leave and let them fight the war on their own, eh!"

Of course, he didn't truly mean it. Poor Canada was simply tired of being overlooked all the time.

Suddenly, amidst the sound of the fighting, Canada heard something odd.

It was a weird WHOOSH kind of sound, followed by something like screaming.

Not the screaming of his fellow countries, though. This scream had a feminine touch to it. It was distant at first, then steadily became louder until it was so loud it sounded as if it were in the building with them.

It was abruptly cut off by a loud THUD that also resonated from just above the meeting room.

Suddenly, all was quiet. It seems the other Allies had heard the noise as well.

"W-What was that, aru?" China said, breaking the silence. "An attack, maybe?" Said Britain, placing his hand on his gun.

"Nah, if it was, don't ya think this place would be destroyed by now?" America said. Everyone fell silent again, attempting to discern what the strange noise had been…as well as being amazed by the fact that America had actually said something logical for once.

Russia smiled again, and adjusted his pipe. "Let us go find out." He said, heading towards the stairs. "W-Wait! What if this is some kind of 'orrible trick? Set up by zhose Axis bastards to fool us into doing somezhing embarrassing!" France said. Everyone looked at him. "Why something embarrassing? Would it not make more sense that they set up a trap to capture us?" Britain said. France yelled. "AH! Zhat's even worse!"

"It sounded like a girl." Canada thought aloud.

Then the room fell quite again.

Canada looked up to see why, only to nearly yelp in surprise when he saw everyone looking at him.

"Whoa, Canada! Dude, when did you get here?" America exclaimed. "I-I've been here this whole time..." Canada stuttered, quite unused to attention. "Who're you?" Kumajiro asked from his arms. "I'm Canada..." He answered automatically.

"Actually, now that you mention it, it did resemble a female voice." Britain said thoughtfully.

France's demeanor changed rapidly. "Ohonhon~, a young lady, you say? Well, if zhat is zhe case, we should go up and check. She might be in need of assistance, no?" America brightened at that. "Whoa, wait a sec, dude! Assistance? As in RESCUE!? There's a chick that needs rescuing!? Well, what are we waiting for? As the hero, I will save her!"

"We don't know for sure if it's a girl! Wait a moment!" Britain yelled, but America was already halfway up the stairs with France and Russia. China sighed before following, and Canada, curious himself, went up as well.

When they reached the top, they all stopped in surprise at the sight before them. There was indeed a girl lying on floor of the second story, unconscious by the looks of her.

America whooped in joy as France leered at her whilst laughing quietly to himself. "AWESOME! DUDES, CHECK IT OUT! IT REALLY IS A CHICK!"

"And she is unconscious, aru..." China deadpanned. This only seemed to thrill America more. "DUDE, YOU'RE TOTALLY RIGHT! SO SHE NEEDS ME, THE HERO, TO HELP HER!"

Just as America started to walk over to the girl, Britain shouted from behind them.

"WAIT! Don't go any closer!"

Everyone turned around and looked at him strangely. "B-But why? She obviously needs help..." Canada said. Britain narrowed his eyes at them. "Look at what's underneath her, you blind idiots!"

The Allies looked towards the floor, and found the pentagram that Britain had drawn earlier when he had attempted to summon a spirit, directly beneath the girl's body. "H-How did we miss that, aru?" China grumbled, sounding rather displeased with himself.

Russia laughed. "Perhaps we require more training, da?" Everyone backed away from Russia's dark aura while Britain walked a bit closer to the girl. "There's no doubt about it. That is my circle, and thus, that girl came here by my summoning!" He said proudly. "HA! So it DID work! In your faces!" Britain said, jabbing his finger in France's direction.

America didn't look convinced. "You summoned some random chick?" The smirk fell from Britain's face. "W-Well-"

"Ohonhonhon~! Per'aps I underestimated you, my friend. To summon such a lovely young lady here...who knew you were so desperate?" Britain's face turned red. "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THAT FROM YOU, YOU BLOODY LECH!"

"Ohonhonhon~!"

China was apparently quite done dealing with their fighting, and kicked them both square in the head. "HEY! WHAT WAS THAT FOR, CHINA!?"

"Ow~! My beautiful hair!"

"Hey dudes, I think you might wanna check this girl out. She's wearin' like, REALLY weird clothes."

All eyes turned to America, who had knelt by the girl's side to get a closer look at her. "ACK! Get away from her, you idiot!" Britain shouted. "Eh? But why? It's my duty to help people in need!" America said, brushing some of the girl's hair out of the way so he could get a better look at her face. Britain only became more irritated by the U.S's denseness. "Imbecile! I summoned her here! She could be a demoness in human disguise for all we know!" America laughed. "A demon? C'mon dude, don't be stupid. She may look a little weird, but this chick is NOT a demon."

"I agree." Russia said, peering down at the girl's face. "After all, look how weak and innocent she looks!"

Britain shivered at Russia's words. "W-Well how do you know? I mean, look at that hair! How often do you see hair that red? And as you said America, look at the outlandish way she's dressed! She MUST be a demon!" America just laughed again. "You're paranoid! Besides, there's no way that any of your phony spells could ever summon an actual-"

America paused in his words when he turned the girl's body over so that she was lying on her back, revealing a nasty looking open wound on the right side of her head.

France tutted. "Ah, just look at what you 'ave done to 'er. She has an injury marring 'er beautiful face. Shame on you, Britain."

Britain flushed again. "S-SHUT UP! It's not like I did it to her on purpose!" China walked over and knelt beside the girl, brushing away the hairs that had stuck to the wound.

After a few short moments of examining the woman's head injury, he said, "She requires medical treatment. I know ancient Chinese remedy that will help her to heal, aru."

America scooped the girl up in his arms and laughed. "Well, what are we waiting for!? Let's go save the damsel in distress!" He and China then made their way to the infirmary located in the back of the building.

Britain groaned. "Don't get mad at me if she eats your pitiful souls." Russia suddenly placed one of his large hands on Britain's shoulder. "Do not worry, Britain. When she wakes up, we question her, da?"

Britain and France shuddered beside Russia. "T-That's not the only think I was concerned about!" Britain said. He shrugged Russia's hand off him, then sighed. "We have no time to deal with this sort of thing."

They fell silent, knowing that he was right. Then France laughed.

"Do not be such a stick in zhe mud, oui? Per'aps zhe company of a beautiful lady is exactly what zhis group needs at zhe moment!" The remaining countries looked at him, trying to figure out whether or not he was being serious.

Canada looked at the pentagram, then down the hall that led to the infirmary.

He remembered the scream that had probably come from this mysterious girl, as she fell through whatever kind of spell Britain had conjured up.

He sighed, worrying silently for this girl that had suddenly appeared in the Allies meeting building.


So? Was it horrible? Was it awesome? Accents are hard to write. O_O

I'm actually kind of proud of how this turned out. I'd like to hope that I captured their characters pretty well, but what do you guys think?

If any of you are wondering why I censored the profanity, two reasons: 1) I kind of like how it looks 2) I'm trying to keep this T rated.

If you like the Axis more than the Allies, go and read this story by my friend JadeCrispy titled TheAxis Powers and...who? That one is mostly centered around them, along with her OC. That's right Jade, I'm shouting out to you two chapters in a row! You're welcome. :)

And in the words of France, zhat's all for now, oui? Over & out.