YES! Finished! I would have got this up sooner, but I had two test to study for -_- ANYWAYS! Forgot the disclaimer last time, so here it is: I don't own either Hetalia or Redwall. Enjoy and review!
A silence filled the room, which was quickly replaced with an outburst from, you guessed it, America.
"WOAH ENGLAND THAT WAS SOOO COOL! Not as cool as you getting a star stuck in your head, but still REALLY COOL!"
England lashed out at America. "You git! I didn't do that! I don't even know who the bloody hell those morons were!"
A shriek came from over by the Baltics. "EEEEEEEEK! It's, like, totally a mouse! EEEEEEEEK!" Poland jumped up into his chair, squealing and shrieking about the mouse. It got worse when the mouse began to talk.
"I knew this would happen! But those two are so set in their ways… Ah! I'm extremely sorry Mr. Poland!" The mouse started apologizing and attempting to get onto the table as Italy exclaimed, "Ve~ What a cute little bunny! How'd you get in here, you fluffy little bunny you?"
"AH! Unhand me, ye scoundrel! I say, steady on! I'm a bally hare, not a 'cute lil bunny'!" Italy picked up the bunny -err, hare- and started cuddling it while it protested loudly. "Gah! Let go, you muddleheaded wogglespike, you mop-pawed oaf, you bobble-winged scalawag!"
"Germany, the bunny is calling me mean names!" Italy whined.
"Maybe if ye put me down I MIGHT STOP." The hare had an indignant look on his face as he tried to wriggle out of Italy's grasp.
"Italy, just drop the rabbit." Germany intervened.
"Okay Germany~" Italy set the hare on the table.
The hare scampered away to help the mouse on the table. He hoisted her up and called out to Mossflower. "Oi, Mossy! Where'd ya go?"
The mouse apologized to the rest of the countries as her companion hoisted a squirrel onto the table. "I am truly sorry. I didn't think that Salamandastron and Mossflower would go through with it. As you can see, these forms are what we normally look like, although it can vary a bit. Sometimes I'm a hedgehog, or a number of other beasts. Sal rotates between a badger and a hare, not a bunny. They don't like it when you call them bunnies." The last bit was directed at Italy. "Moss varies the most. Isn't that right?" The squirrel nodded. "Yuppers. I've even been an owl and a mole. No vermin, tho'. We can't change into vermin." The countries were still stunned by the talking animals, but they soon snapped out of it. They had seen weirder things before, so why should this stop them?
"Vermin? As is, disgusting, unpleasant people?" France said, shuddering.
"Aye, sirrah, the worst o' their kind. Rats, stoats, foxes, weasels, ferrets, and the leader, Fauve. Ignorant wildcat that she is, she's tryin' to take over Redwall and Salamandastron by force. She's got Skipper and Log-a-log too. Killed hundreds of goodbeasts, she has. " Mossflower continued to rant about the wildcat and her ilk while everyone had a confused look on their face.
"Hold on. Question please. Who are these people you are talking about?" Russia asked the squirrel.
"Ah, well, Skipper leads the otters, Log-a-log leads the shrews, Fauve-"Moss spat out the name like someone would England's cooking- "leads her hoard, and the Abbot leads Redwall. Simple as scones."
"So what you're saying is, everyone there is an animal? Are there any pandas, aru?" China had a hopeful look on his face.
This time the mouse –Redwall- spoke up. "Animals, yes, pandas, no. At least, as far as we know. But I digress… So!" Redwall clasped her paws together and exclaimed. "My companions and I were sent here to ask you for aid in stopping Fauve. Can we count you as countries to help another in need?"
An awkward silence filled the room. "Awk-ward…" America proclaimed, ever the Captain Obvious.
"Well, I guess you need a while to think about it. We can come back later. Goodbye." Redwall said. She, Sal, and Moss had changed back into humans. They exited the room and the building.
After they were outside, Salamandastron remarked sarcastically, "Well THAT certainly went well."
Redwall shot him a glare. "Oh, like YOU could've done any better, Mr. Bunny Rabbit!"
Salamandastron gasped. "I say, steady on there! I am a bally hare! H-A-R-E!"
"Oh, look. You can spell! I'm so proud of you." Sarcasm was dripping from Red's voice.
Before Salamandastron could reply, however, Mossflower interrupted.
"Would you two just shut your traps? We'll attract attention if you don't quit yelling," he hissed. They looked at him in shock. He usually didn't burst like this. Normally he was happy-go-lucky, unless he was in a battle. He went a little crazy during battle. Not quite fully fledged Bloodwrath, but still… Poor guy's body must be getting razed or something. He's a better beast than I am, though, to be able to withstand that much, thought Redwall.
"O-okay Mossy, we'll go back to the hotel and discuss it more there." Salamandastron said, interrupting Red's thoughts. "Quick question, tho': are ya gonna be okay? Not that I'm worried; Red's jest too shy to say anything."
Moss smiled and shook his head. Leave it to Salamandastron to act all tough. "Big softie. I'll last long enough to reach the hotel, don't worry."
Sal scoffed but said nothing. He hailed a passing cab and waved the others in, Moss wincing as he got in. The cab then headed off with its passengers to their hotel, who were unaware of what was unfolding back home. Or in the conference, for that matter.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch- I mean conference room…
"So! I think we should help these guys 'cause they need help and heroes help people in need, am I right?" America had this huge grin on his face, as though being a hero would solve all their problems.
"First of all, we don't even know if they really need help, you git! They could be trying to lure us into some sort of trap! Second, being a hero has nothing to do with this at all! Third, we don't even know where we're going! We don't know what this place will look like, and that puts us at an extreme disadvantage!" England sighed. There was no getting through to this guy, ever.
"Wait, England. Don't you know about this Redwall place? You should be able to get us around." Germany questioned England. There were holes in his story….
"Ah, well, you see…" Suddenly out of nowhere, Sealand pops up and exclaims, "That British jerk of jerks would never read something as good as the Redwall series!"
"AH! Sealand! What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay at home!"
"Nothing can keep me away, you big bully. Anyhow, I've read the Redwall books, so why don't you just take me along with you?"
England was furious. "Of course we can't take you, we don't even know if we're going yet! And it's not polite to eavesdrop on others conversations!"
Chaos reigned once more in the conference room. Arguments about whether or not they should go to this "Redwall" place burst forth from the countries. Some, such as America, wanted to go because it was right to help people in need. Others, such as England and Germany, weren't quite so sure, since they didn't know what this place was like, or if there was a trap, or how large the enemy's force was.
Germany's patience wore thin. "EVERYONE SHUT UP!" The countries suddenly came to a halting stop. It looked like some were in the middle of strangling each other (this was France and England). "We'll never reach a decision by bickering and arguing about meaningless things! If we want to reach a decision quickly we should take a vote."
Everyone agreed, and the vote was soon cast. "Okay, aru…" China counted the votes. "It looks like-"
"PASSSSTAAAAA!" Italy suddenly burst out, completely interrupting China and the important news he had.