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This is the Hetalia bit- after this, they'll all be together. I'll be using country names- and human names when they refer/talk to other humans (or Gallifreyans)- hopefully no one is totally against this… :) enjoy!

Britain sighed. He was soo bored. All he wanted was something fun to do.

All the interesting, little countries had popped off on vacation, leaving him to babysit the rest of the Allies, all the Axis and several others, including Hungary, Prussia, Spain, Romano and Austria. It was the worst ever.

At least Germany could be responsible for Italy. And Spain could easily be counted on for Romano. Austria didn't need watching, likewise Japan.

Basically, Britain was responsible for watching all the rest of the Allies.

And it was torture. China was getting obsessed with American cuisine (for reasons unknown), Russia was being Russia (which should be explanation enough). Same went for France. And America had been watching Power Rangers, so he was currently jumping off buildings, trying to become the Red Ranger.

It was a nightmare.

At the moment, it was currently the middle of the night, the only time Britain had any time to himself. So he was in his Big Ben pajamas, avidly watching his BBC Wales recordings.

He could barely keep his eyes open, but he couldn't miss a word the actors said. Especially not Tom Baker. The best Doctor ever. Well, there were supposed to be 13 Doctors, but Arthur was only in the middle of the 4th Doctor. He wouldn't skip around the episodes, even though he definitely had the option to. He'd watch all the episodes in chronological order. The one source of order in his nightmarish, chaotic life.

It was a truly magnificent scene when the first tremors started. Britain couldn't tear his eyes away, even to see what the great crash was.

When the second crash came from right outside his bedroom, he began to get suspicious. Of course tonight would be the night America decided to practice his Power Ranger skills on the hall sconces.

Britain paused his episode, already thinking about the punishments he would inflict on America, and whoever else was out there.

He opened his door slowly. There was no one there. But sure enough, the hall sconce outside his room was smashed on the ground. Wires sticking out of the wall spat sparks at random.

Britain went to America's room first. The blonde lay sleeping soundly in his Power Ranger sleeping bag.

Who smashed the lamp?

Britain went to each of the countries (temporary) bedrooms. They were all staying the night at his house.

They were all sleeping soundly.

So when the knock on the front door came, only Britain heard it.

On his way past the kitchen, he glanced at the clock. Half past two in the morning. Who was at the door this early?

He turned on the porch light and opened the door. He was greeted by two faceless, white humanoid creatures.

"Greetings" the one in front said. "We are the Pict. Come with us."

It reached out with its great white paw to touch Britain's dressing gown. He stepped back.

"Sorry." It was two in the morning after all. "But how can you talk without a mouth?"

Then he slammed the door in the Pict's... well... general direction.

Then the tremors really got started. Pots and pans in Britain's kitchen fell off their counters and hooks. The floor shook and walls wobbled. Britain cowered against the wall.

For a second, everything went black. Totally, utterly dark.

Then it was the middle of the day. The sun streamed in the windows like it was a perfect day. Like it was the middle of the morning, when the smells of bacon, coffee and pancakes should be wafting around the house.

But of course it was still half past two in the morning.

Britain, after the initial shock and panic of the moment, got up to look out the window. What he should have seen were his estate's well-groomed lawns. What he saw was a street corner in London, practically abandoned save for two men in dark clothing and an EXTREMELY out of place blue Police Public Call Box.

What was that doing there? He'd gotten rid of them, like, a century ago.

Unless it just looked like a Police Box.

So when he dashed out of his house's new front door in his Big Ben pajamas, he was the center of attention. But all he could possibly think about was who was going to step out of that Police Box.