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A/N: Hey guys Samstar1990 here- It's my turn to write the next chapter I do hope you like. This fan fiction is actually a collaboration so if you are interested please PM us- we have a list of time and places for you to choose from.
"South America?" America looked over the Doctor's shoulder at the display, even though he couldn't understand it. The Doctor bolted upright to get America off his back then adjusting his jacket turned
"Yeah, you know, those guys to the south who share your name" The Doctor quipped. America laughed
"Oh yeah, those guys, haven't talked to them in ages!" the boisterous teen was quick to head for the door. The Doctor groaned, was he saving the time stream from being altered or babysitting? The line between the two was thinning all the time.
"Please let me get this nation in the TARDIS...and hopefully one that knows how to keep America entertained" The Doctor followed America out into the heat, he slid a pair of sunglasses from his inside jacket pocket "So!" He called making America jump.
"Welcome to South America, the time is 16th century, very sunny, very dusty and has a lack of electricity. We also appear to be near a camp and..." he trailed off and he noticed America was no longer behind him "I had a wonderful speech lined up and everything"
After a few moments under the sun America was steaming in his jacket so he slipped it off and tied it round his waist. He stood at the edge of the camp with both excitement and nerves, he looked around at the men dressed in armour with funny hats, they looked back at him, some with suspicious eyes, some with intrigue, noticing a few run off to the more grander looking tent he assumed it was for the leader of the army, he wondered which country it was from. It was only when their leader stepped out into the courtyard that America found all the excitement bubbling inside him burst out like a shaken up can of fizzy pop
"Sp-Spain!" America stuttered, his voice nearly squeaking
It was the time for siesta, at least he thought it was; he couldn't tell all he knew was he was floating in the ocean of sleep, deep and calm. Suddenly what felt like memories of falling through darkness filled his head; fear and panic ran through him causing him to tense and begin to toss where he lay. He was plummeting through something unknown, he was with someone, he was reaching for them and they were reaching for him and yet no matter what he tried he couldn't see their face
"Help me, you bastard!" their voice rang out in his mind forcing him to awake with a start
"Mi tomatito!" Spain panted and placed his hand on his brow "who...who was that?"
His mind raced like a blur and then settled, He looked down at himself, what was that feeling? That was unlike him, he was a great empire and feared no one, he enjoyed the thrill of battle and yet….this Tomate….whoever or whatever they were had he panicking and trying to protect them but why? Spain couldn't remember anything else as he sat that the ripples of his mind began to calm so passed it off as a dream…a scary dream but a dream none the less. He stretched and scratched the back of his neck.
"España, un extranjero se ha acercado a nuestro campamento" a soldier outside his tent called noting a blonde male in strange clothing who seemed a Little too overexcited to see the Spanish conquistadors
"Un extranjero?" Spain pondered. They had already taken the natives and taken this place… could this newcomer be of an unknown tribe…one they missed? Pulling on his attire he stretched "Well, better go make sure they aren't causing trouble"
He stepped out of his tent, his trusty battle-axe in hand. He surveyed the landscape and licked his lips, he was hungry for a battle, and he began to pray there was another tribe so he could conquer it.
"Sp-Spain!" he heard and turned to the stranger. As he heard the strangers voice, his head went all fuzzy; he heard a voice in his head that sounded like his own "Ah! _ don't be so down, it was an accident come let me cheer you up!" there was a name there! What was it! Spain rubbed his head in frustration…who was he talking to? Maybe he had been working too hard… after all he didn't understand why he would be so nice to someone for making a mistake. He straighten up and with piercing eyes turned to look at the man
"Puedo ayudarle?" Spain added looking over almost glaring the man to death
"What did you say dude, me no comprenda!" America spoke cockily. He always found that Spain talked too quickly so it wasn't really easy for him to understand. He blinked and wondered why he got a lot of death stares from the men holding weapons
"He asked if he could help since you shouted him" the Doctor strode up behind America, his hands in his pockets he let his legs swing out in front of him, it was a proud way, but more humble then America's outburst "Hello, sorry, I'm the Doctor and this is my…help" he smiled and swaggered around the camp eventually coming over to approach Spain "Él es un poco estúpido" he whispered to him and smiled
Spain couldn't help but laugh at this, he was bored and started to wonder if he could use this "help" to his advantage. After all he had just psyched himself up for a battle and now he was itching to go, his fingers light drumming on the hilt of his axe
"Perdón, but how strong would you say you are?" Spain dug his axe into the ground
"Strong? Hey you bet I'm strong! REALLY strong" America boasted. The doctor face palmed himself
"Can't you even read the tension here…..what he is planning to do?"
"Ah, excelente!" Spain motioned to a guard who handed America a sword
"Dude, what is this for?" America asked. Spain rushed forward dragging his axe along the floor before swinging it over his head. America barely had time to defend
"Jaja Te mueves como una tortuga, mejor guardar sus ingenios sobre usted antes de que su cabeza es la mía!" Spain laughed spinning around, almost dancing with his weapon.
"Did he just insult me! I can't tell." America asked the Doctor, he really wasn't quick enough to hear the words coming out of Spain's mouth. He nodded and smiled, then when America turned back around, The Doctor placed his hands in his pockets and rocked a little on the spot " A turtle eh? Now why would you mention that?" he wondered. He began to study the Spaniard.
America ran at Spain and attacked again and again with his sword, Spain blocking every move.
The battle between the two nations raged on. The Doctor watched on, he knew they were looking for a lost nation in this time period but suddenly seeing America so determined was intriguing. He had only seen the side of him which was like a kid in a candy store but now, something was driving America on, and this complete switch in personality was refreshing and proved to the Doctor, he could be trusted to help.
*the theme to Team America starts playing*
"Why are you calling me now?" America yelled as he defended, dragging the phone from his trouser pocket and flipping it open, he slapped it to his ear "Hello! This better be important!"
"Yeah, and hello to you too" Canada's voice spoke calmly and slightly irritated by the response on the other end of the phone
"Canada! I am kinda busy, what is it!" America attacked and defended
Spain blinked at the man who seemed to be talking to a rock, suddenly he smiled more playfully, and a knowing twinkle appeared in his eye.
"Well, you know you said to let you know if anything out of the ordinary happens?" Canada asked, munching on something
"Yeah?" America asked
"Well….I am stood in the middle of New York" Canada spoke looking around "And it looks different"
"Different how?" America was getting irritated by his brother's riddles
"They are having a fiesta and there is a lot of Spanish stuff everywhere….and these donut things called churros, which are really good we should ask Spain to make us some" Canada spoke with a mouthful of the doughy treats
"So it is Spain…." America growled and attacked back hanging up the phone. America tried to overcome Spain but it was no use even after another fifteen minutes of fighting he wasn't letting up. America wondered if he was fighting or dancing half the time, either way Spain definitely had the upper hand. England recognised him almost straight away so surely it should have been the same thing. But the fight dragged on and America could not take anymore
"Damn you Spain!" he cried "hurry up and remember me already!"
"Remember what about you America?" Spain asked slamming his axe into America's sword
"Well, how about….wait, what! What did you call me?"
"Your name, silly; you're America!" Spain laughed twirling and slashing at him with his axe
"How long have you known it was me?" America yelled out in disbelief. Spain laughed and defended
"Well, since you started talking on your mobile to Canada silly" he smiled "Did I hear him mention churros?"
"So why the hell are you still attacking me?" America couldn't understand what was happening.
Spain had swung his axe over his head but stopped inches from America head. Spain blinked and putting the axe back into the ground placed a finger on his chin and thought.
America's jaw dropped "You don't even know!"
Spain laughed and put his hand on his neck "Eh he, guess it's been so long since I had a good brawl. I got caught up in the fun"
"Fun? Fun? Dude you could have killed me!" America yelled
"Could have" Spain was quick to point out laughing
"Nations…" the doctor shook his head "so I think it's time we went for a walk with your leader here, don't worry, be back before you know it!"
"But, but, but I am having fun!" Spain protested.
There was a click.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw America holding his pistol and pointing it at Spain's head
"America?" The Doctor called "What are you doing?" He hated guns- they caused more problems than they solved. The same could go for any weapon he supposed, but there was something about a gun…they could be wielded by anybody, and so many regrettable accidents happened because of this fact.
"Giving him 10 seconds to get back in the box before I blast him and his 16th century axe with my 21st century gun!"
The Spaniards around America were angered that he was threatening their leader. They readied their weapons and were about to go in for the attack when Spain laughed and walked over to America
"OK, OK, no te preocupes chicos que ya vuelvo" Spain talked to his army, then he turned back to the very peeved blond boy and draped himself over "America, mi amigo, just ask and the Boss will give"
America grumbled and walked off back towards the TARDIS, he was chuntering under his breath about Spain but he couldn't really be heard. Spain followed smiling all the way
"Ah, how could I forget how nice it is to smile" he spoke, balancing his axe on his shoulders
"Anyway, since we haven't been formally introduced; my name is Doctor, THE Doctor and nothing more, I travel through time and explore the universe, now granted there have been a few mishaps..."
"Like throwing us nations back in time?" Spain added
"…Yeah…anyway, but I always clean up my messes, after all can't have the time stream being messed up by a bunch of countries who can't stop wanting to alter time"
As they approached the TARDIS, Spain stopped and clutched his chest. The Doctor turned and watched.
"I hope he stays here" America whispered remembering what happened to England. He stayed stood where he was and glanced over his shoulder. Spain was experiencing a bit of pain.
Spain's skin shimmered and rippled until there were two Spains, the older one smiled "Ah, much, much better, I feel a lot more clear headed"
His younger self collapsed onto the floor dazed and then fell backwards. America looked at Spain who was laughing
"You fell over" he was in hysteric patting a very confused teen.
"Well…he is still here" America shrugged
The Doctor nodded in agreement "Now, come on….let's get going before he falls into another rift"
Spain, upon hearing that he could fall back in time again, rushed inside the police box before unwittingly being hit by the enormous surprise inside.
Once back into the TARDIS, Spain went into a frenzy "Ay! Este lugar es más grande por adentro, me pregunto cuántas habitaciones hay y tiene una gran cantidad de gadgets y un lugar para la siesta! Oh, oh, ¿que hace este botón? O ése? y ¿qué pasa por esta escalera y por este agujero y no este lugar recibe wifi y servicio de teléfono y televisión y otras cosas porque debo admitir que en mis tiempos de gloria es agradable, pero nada sin mi telenovelas"
"What did he say?" America asked, the Spaniard was speaking too fast for him again. The Doctor ignored him as he flicked at switches and buttons.
"Let's go going, si?" Spain asked standing near them. The Doctor turned and stared at Spain. "Eh? What is it, Médico?"
"Put it back" The Doctor spoke as he continued to input date into the TARDIS, slapping America's hand away every few seconds
"Put what back?" Spain asked innocently
"We are not leaving until you give your past self his axe back" The Doctor pointed to his umbrella stand where Spain had tried to cleverly conceal it, although how he imagined covering the massive thing in umbrellas would somehow work we will never know.
"But!" Spain went to protest, when America jumped in
"DUDE, if you don't you could totally die 'cos you have nothing to protect you!" America glanced at the box on the desk.
This caused Spain alarm, who rushed over to the axe and then hung out the door as his past self got up and dusted himself down.
"Hola myself!" he chirped, Doctor and America froze. The past Spain turned and blinked confused "Catch boss!" he threw the battle axe and the other Spain caught it, twirled it, then rested it on his shoulder, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Spain then waved and closed the TARDIS door grinning proudly. "He'll go straight back and tell them he got jumped, but he fought them off, never was good at admitting i lost something" he laughed then turned to America and The Doctor
"Why the hell did you talk to yourself!" America blurted out. Doctor nodded
"Do you know what the effects could be?"
"But I did it cause I remember being thrown my axe by someone who called 'Hola myself' so I did it"
They both looked at him with sour looks on their faces. Spain blinked then instantly began chanting at them his arms wide "Fusososososososo" he called giggling slightly.
"Spain…stop that" America walked over to him "Stop being funny, you're acting like that hat you were wearing before"
Spain blinked in confusion "¿Qué? Lo que estaba mal con mi sombrero?"
America smiled and patted Spain's back "It was stupid!"
Spain growled a little "¿En serio? I think you'll find it was the fashion… something you don't know about"
"Hey!" America yelled back
"Quiet, both of you!" The Doctor called standing between them
There was a long pause of stunned silence which was broken by a beeping noise on the console.
"Oh ho, ho, hello, we are on a roll!" the Doctor spun on the spot and rushed to the screen
"We have another!" America's face light up "is it England?"
"America, stop asking me that, I don't know it's just a dot… but it seems we are heading for... Spain?"
They both turned and looked at Spain who blinked "I am still here right?" he patted himself down and turned around.
The Doctor continued "Well, we are heading for you in 1559… so if we have Spain, who could be here"
Spain lit up and dived on the console, forcing America and the Doctor to scramble away putting his hand on the screen next to the dot
"Romano!"
A/N mystmoon: I wonder where we are going next? I hope you enjoyed this, since Sammy is writing the next chapter as well!
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Translation
Mi tomatito- My little tomato!
España, un extranjero se ha acercado a nuestro campamento- Spain, a stranger approaches the camp
Un extranjero?- A stranger?
Puedo ayudarle?- May I help you?
Él es un poco estúpido- He is a bit stupid
Jaja!Temueves comounatortuga, mejorguardarsus ingenios sobre ustedantes de quesucabezaesla mía! - Ha-ha! You move like a turtle, better keep your wits about you before your head is mine!
OK, OK, no te preocupes chicos que ya vuelvo- Ok, ok, do not worry guys, I'll be right back
Mi amigo- My friend
Ay! Este lugar es más grande por adentro, me pregunto cuántas habitaciones hay y tiene una gran cantidad de gadgets y un lugar para la siesta! Oh, oh, ¿que hace este botón? O ése? y ¿qué pasa por esta escalera y por este agujero y no este lugar recibe wifi y servicio de teléfono y televisión y otras cosas porque debo admitir que en mis tiempos de gloria es agradable, pero nada sin mi telenovelas - Wow! This place is much bigger on the inside I wonder how many rooms of this place and have a lot of gadgets and a place to nap! oh, oh, what to do on this button and this button? and what about this ladder and this hole and this place gets no Wi-Fi and phone service, television and other things because I must admit in my time of glory is nice, but nothing without my Soaps
Si- yes
Médico- doctor
Hola- Hello
¿Qué? lo que estaba mal con mi sombrero?- What? What's wrong with my hat?
¿En serio?- Oh really?