A/N: Not much to say. Don't own Hetalia, or Transformers. Can't reply to the reviews right now, sorry! DX
Chapter 3
"So," Alfred began. "When do we get to see the Autobots?"
Sol grined, going over to lean against the yellow Lamborghini. "You're looking at 'em."
The non-military personel looked confused, and jumped when the empty Italian car quickly backed away from Sol, causing the girl to fall on her ass. "Dammit, Sunny!" she exclaimed, glaring at said car. "Being touched by a human will not kill you!"
"But you squishies are notorious for scratching paint," a voice from the car irritatedly growled jusdt before it transformed into a 25-foot tall robot (male, if the voice was anything to go by). The older nation representatives cursed as the younger ones and states representatives screamed as the robot picked up Sol and glared daggers at her. The only ones not backing away were Ivan, Kiku, and Alfred.
"…Fishy!" Kala squealed with a giggle, pointing at the robot's fin-like appendages he had on the sides of his head like ears.
"C'mon, Sunny—" Sol began, a grin on her face.
"DON'T CALL ME SUNNY!" the Lamborghini roared, which only made Sol smirk.
"Ve~ He's just like you, fratello!" Feliciano exclaimed.
"Shut up, idiota!" Lovino growled, glaring at his little brother.
"And, he's got a twin," Lennox said.
"We are not twins," Lovino said, but his voice was lost in the transformation of the silver Corvette Stingray into another giant robot, which had wheels for feet, standing about the same height as his twin.
"Sideswipe," the corvette greeted. "Or Sides, whichever you prefer. This slagger of my brother is Sunstreaker. I'd say you could call him Sunny, but he'd have my aft. And then he'd go on one of his major pranking sprees, and you'd all be fragged."
"The only ones who wouldn't get pranked are Sol and Ratchet," Ciel explained, pointing at a yellow search-and-rescue H2 Hummer, which transformed immediately, clenching a wrench threateningly.
"Damn right," he growled. "I'm Ratchet, the 'bot's medic. The twins here are our front-liners and resident Jet-Judo masters."
"That's Ironhide, the weapons specialist," Rhiannon said, pointing to the black GMC topkick that transformed on cue, pointing his cannons at the people. "Feeling lucky, punks?" he asked.
Feliciano squeaked in fear, running to hide behind Otto. "Ve~ I think I need a new pair of underwear…"
"And this big guy," Rhiannon introduced after all the cars had transformed, leaving one left. She patted the side of the red and blue custom flame-patterned Peterbuilt semi. "This is their leader, Optimus Prime," she jumped up high from her place on the hood.
The Prime began transforming, Rhiannon jumping from moving piece to moving piece to avoid being squished. She was quick, ever being on the same part for more than two seconds. This was very important, seeing as each part interlocked, separated or passed under another just about every 3 seconds. The movements of both the Brit and the 40ft robot were very fluid and graceful, as if it was a dance. As the mass of metal began getting a humanoid shape, Rhiannon began to jump higher and higher, eventually landing on the Prime's open palm, crosslegged and grinning.
"Rhiannon," he scolded in a stern voice.
Holy shit! The representatives thought. Deep voice! VERY deep voice!
"Yesss~?" Rhiannon sang, still grinning.
"How many times have I told you not to do that?" Optimus sighed. "You're going to get squashed."
"I'm perfectly fine, Optimus," Rhiannon assured, grin still on her face. "I'm not going to get hurt, so you don't have to worry, okay?"
"And you too, Sol, Sunstreaker," he said, turning to the Spanish girl currently sitting on Sunstreaker's shoulder. "You two are going to be the death of eachother, I just know it."
Sol just grinned and leaned against Sunstreaker's helm as if she wasn't sitting on a giant alien robot.
Optimus sighed, just as Rhiannon climbed up to sit on his own helm.
"Where's the yellow and black Camero?" Alfred asked. "Dude, I'm the representative of America. I know these things," he added when Lennox gave him a look.
"He just left for collage with that Witwicky kid about 5 minutes ago," Ciel said simply.
"Wickity?" Lovino asked. "What the hell kind of idiotic name is that?"
"A mispronunciation, Lovi," Sol said. "It's 'Witwicky'."
"Whatever. It's still stupid. And dammit! Don't call me that!"
A/N: YES. I love ending my chapters like that, in case you haven't noticed~ By the way, Piesruletheworld gave a wonderful suggestion that I not use either USUK or FrUK. So, wanting to have one of them, I looked up the "America" and "England/Britain" in FanFiction. 6,225 fics. Then, I did "France" and England. 1,416 fics. XD Poor France. So, I'm doing USUK~