Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, Pokémon, or any of the characters present. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. Pokémon belongs to Nintendo and Satoshi Tajiri.


England could think of better ways of waking up. Pulling himself out from underneath a heavy and massive bird was not one of them. "For goodness' sake, get off me!" One desperate pull freed him from the crushing weight of the huge avian. Dusting himself off, England quickly noticed his dilemma.

"Great, that idiot France made me mess up my spell and now I've turned myself into some sort of…thing. I guess I should still be thankful I have arms and legs though. Now, to figure out where we—" A quick scan of the area proved he was the only one here. No, that wasn't entirely true. He glanced down at the unconscious bird.

Whatever it was, it was larger than any bird he'd ever seen. Rusty red feathers coated its wings and back, though the rest of its body was colored navy blue. On its head was a crown of white feathers; one of which was split and curled back a bit. Behind this crest of distinct white feathers was a fairly bushy mane of smaller brownish-blond feathers. It certainly looked like an odd creature.

"No, bird watching isn't what I should be doing right now," England shook his head, "I need to find where the others are. I bet we've all split up due to my spell." He let out a sigh. "I wouldn't be surprised if Italy, Japan, and Germany have found each other by now; those guys are hardly ever apart. Still, that leaves finding China, France, Canada, Russia, and America. Heh, I bet America is running around like a lost idiot right now and—"

"Did someone call me?" a voice said groggily. England spun around in shock. The bird sat up using its wings as support, which by all means should have been physically impossible. The two stared at each other for a solid five seconds.

"You! Strange bird! You sound just like America! And you're wearing his glasses too!"

"Hahahaha! England, is that you? You look really silly."

"S-shut up! At least I'm not some oversized turkey!"

"Dude, that's cold," America said, finally able to stand up and examine himself, "I'm not a turkey, I'm a Braviary."

"A…a what?"

"A Braviary. You know, the hero of the pokémon world?"

"Pok…é…wait, are you trying to tell me we're the same kinds of creatures found in UW?"

"Totally! Man, this rocks! Now I get to be the hero of two worlds." America looked at himself, impressed.

"No, this doesn't rock. We have to find the others and get out of here. They can't be too far away; after all, you and I were—"

"Oh, you two are awake," a voice emanated from the trees. The two turned towards China…or at least who they assumed was China since he didn't look anything like the China they were familiar with. This China was small and looked like either a ferret or a stoat. He had cloudy-white fur highlighted with purple markings on his head and feet. A band of red fur ran along his belly and also tipped the long fur over his arms that made it impossible to see his hands. "I figured you'd regain consciousness soon enough, aru."

"China? Is that you? And are you saying you're not surprised that it's us?" England asked.

"I didn't know it was you two, but I wasn't surprised you were nations. After I came to, I realized it would be too much of a coincidence if three strangers woke up together in the middle of nowhere." He frowned. "But you two must have hit your heads on rocks or something! I could not wake you up no matter how hard I tried. So I went off to see if I could find someone who could help us."

"That's great," grinned America as China jumped down from the tree he was in, "So, did you find anyone?" The latter crossed his arms.

"No."

"Figures," England muttered, "In most video games, you have to solve the problems yourself. Speaking of which– America, you wouldn't by any chance know what we are, would you?" Unlike America and China, he at least was still humanoid in shape. He was green from his shoulders down to his midsection, which bulged a bit and covered the rest of his body in white. There were tiny protrusions at the end of his elbows and a small red horn-like structure embedded in his chest.

The red-and-blue eagle paused. "Nope, can't say I do. I only ever play the game as Braviary, so I have no idea what you guys are."

"You what?" China gawked.

"Well, yeah; I mean come on, why would I want to play as anyone other than the hero?"

"Tch! That's a little self-centred of you, isn't it!" England barked.

"Say guys, don't you find it weird that it's just the three of us here?" America suddenly asked in all seriousness. England faltered.

"…Yeah, you have a point there. Even if Germany and his group did leave us, I'm sure the others wouldn't have without good reason."

China looked crestfallen. "We're in a strange land with strange bodies…I hope Japan is okay."

"Never mind Japan; he can fend for himself, as can Germany with Italy. Honestly, I'd be more concerned for France, Russia, and Canada. France is probably off somewhere flirting with the local women, Canada would have no choice but to tag along, and Russia…" The three of them shivered at the thought of what Russia could be doing.

"Okay team, then let's find the others so we can get back home. And as self-proclaimed leader, I say we go this way!" America began marching down a path heading south. Unable to change the youngest member's mind, China and England reluctantly followed.


After an hour of walking, the group stopped to take a rest. "Bros, I'm starving," America moaned, collapsing to the ground.

"Me too," admitted England, though his dignity kept himself from falling down like America.

China walked over to a bush that was close by. "Why don't we have some of these?" He offered the two various colorful berries.

"How do you know those aren't poisonous?" England leered at the fruits. In response, China popped one into his mouth, much to England's alarm. He chewed it for a bit before swallowing.

"Seems fine to me." He handed several to England and America, each trying one. Indeed, the berry was deliciously sweet.

"Tastes sort of like strawberries," England said. America already gulped his down in a heartbeat.

"Hey, China, are there any more? I could eat a boatload of these."

"I think there may be more that wa—" China pointed behind him, and America dashed over in the direction before he could finish. "Hey!"

"Let him go," England called out to him, "No use stopping him when he's in one of his hunger frenzies anyways. And if he comes back with a bellyache, that's his own fault."

"Wǒ zhīdào," agreed the other, "But it'd be better if we didn't—"

Two yells suddenly pierced the air, one of which was America's. The two nations raced after their friend, finding him riding on top of a moving landmass. America was holding on to the bush with his beak for dear life while the land around him seemed to tremble violently. "Let go I say!" a deep grunt of a voice ordered.

"Nuh weh," America replied, "I'b ungree!"

"Then get your food somewhere else. That hurts you know." One fierce shake threw America off. England and China hurried over to check on their companion. The landmass stopped shaking and was slowly turning around. "It's one thing when the children refuse to let go; it's quite another when it's instead a fully grown pokémon."

England's eyes widened as he saw that the landmass wasn't actually what it appeared to be. It rather looked to be the phenomenally decorated shell of a huge brown and green tortoise. Spikes stuck out from the creature's head and shell.

"Excuse my idiot friend," England uttered nervously, "But you wouldn't mind helping us, would you?"

The tortoise lowered his head, glaring at him. "Depends. What do you need help with?"

"We're lost, you see, and we don't know how to get back to where we came from."

"I could probably tell you if you tell me where you're from."

"See, that's the problem. We're not from here; we're from, uh, Earth."

The large land turtle snorted. "I don't know what other Earth there is," he said, looking a little irate, "Perhaps if you could be clearer?"

"You know, like America, Europe, Asia," America answered. "Earth!"

The tortoise took a step back. "You really are lost, but I've never heard of those places in my life…" He suddenly looked toward the sky. "Blast it, I'm late! You three can come with me. I have someplace I need to be, but I will be able to help you once I'm done. Better yet, my colleagues and I might be able to provide you with some assistance after our meeting."

"Really? Thanks!" America thanked. The tortoise turned sideways.

"Gallade, Mienshao, you two are small enough to ride on my back." The three returned the kind offer with confused stares.

"I think he's talking to you guys," America whispered, pushing England and China forward.

"Oh, right…thank you," England answered. The two clambered onto his back and the land turtle started forward through the forest. America had a slightly tough time keeping up with him despite the turtle's slow and steady pace.

"So, tell me Mienshao, are you perhaps a shiny? I've never seen a species of your kind with fur of a red coloration," the tortoise started conversing.

"Oh, uh…yes…I think so, aru," China answered hesitantly, looking at his red-tipped sleeves and belly.

If he's Mienshao, then I must be Gallade, England reasoned in his head. He looked the creature in the eye. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?"

The turtle gave him a funny look. "You mean Torterra such as myself aren't common in your land?"

"That's putting it mildly," England uttered aside, then to the creature, "Is that what we should call you?"

"Yes," the deep voice said. Torterra also looked at America strangely. "By the way, why don't you fly, Braviary?"

"You mean I can do that?" America asked with a surprised smile. The Torterra seemed worried.

"Are you three all right? You really must not be from here."

"We know. Also, we have names. I'm England, this is China, and that's America."

"You're pokélites?" Torterra asked incredulously.

"No, we're humans, not some pokélites. If you could take us to some others of our kind, we'd be more than appreciative." Torterra remained silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry, but I've never seen a human before nor know what one looks like, and I've traveled this continent my entire life." Looks of terror flitted across the three friends' faces. But the sound of shouts and laughter temporarily distracted them as Torterra approached a massive barrier made of logs.

"Wait a minute, if there are no humans, who built this fortress?" England pointed out.

"We did," answered the tortoise as if it was obvious. A gate that blended in with the rest of the wooden wall rose up to allow the group in. Inside was an enclosed circular area. Tiny huts made of sticks, stones, and other such material lined up against the perimeter, leaving plenty of room in the center. Numerous creatures that looked just as strange as Torterra wandered about, a few even coming up to greet them. America laughed proudly when some openly showed awe at his feathers.

"Is this a village?" China questioned.

"Indeed, and I am one of the chiefs of this place." America, England, and China gasped.

"You're a chief?"

"Hrrrm! Co-Chief Torterra, I take it something unexpected occurred, hrah?" What looked like a bulky, orange camel with humps made of stone stomped over to the troupe. Torterra nodded.

"These fellows," he explained. "Co-Chief Camerupt, they claim to be humans."

"Humans, hrah? What the heck are those?" The camel plodded over to them. "They look like ordinary pokémon to me. We'll see what the Grand Chief says about this, hrah."

"Stay here," Torterra instructed as China and England slid off his shell. He then stamped the earth, releasing a small, controlled earthquake through the village. Though it was weak, the three couldn't stop themselves from tumbling to the ground. "I just sent out a message. Someone will be here soon to take care of you until our meeting is over." And with that, Torterra trudged after Camerupt.

Left in a village with no one but funny-looking creatures all around, the party had no choice but to wait.


They waited for what felt like an eternity inside one of the bigger huts. From time to time, a pokémon would come in and try to entertain the guests with games, dances, and jokes. Sadly, the three nations didn't know the rules to any of the games, could not differentiate the dancing from regular movement, and were utterly lost on every single punch line given. Finally, one of the helpers offered to bring them a meal so that they could at least fill their stomachs. Since then, the three of them (mostly America) snacked down on the food.

"I wish they had something other than berries," complained England, though he did enjoy whatever species of fruit he was eating. "It'd be nice if we had some tea and scones to go with these."

"And a burger," added America.

"Who ever heard of berries and burgers going together, you git?" But America only laughed.

"Sirs," a tiny maid that looked like a walking green bush sporting two arms and a pair of blossoms on her head spoke as she entered the single-room hut, "The chiefs have finished their conference and are now awaiting your presence."

"Then let's not keep them waiting any longer," England said as he stood up. The flowery maid led them to the farthest end of the village, toward the village's largest structure. This was the only structure to look as if it was at least designed and constructed by humans: it vaguely resembled a miniature version of the Houses of Parliament, minus the towers, and was made of ivy, stones, branches, and even spider silk. The group went inside through the stone archway covered by a straw mat, and England was surprised to find that there was but a single, spacious room within.

Before them stood four pokémon seated in a semicircle. England easily spotted Camerupt and Torterra at the ends, but the other two chiefs were unfamiliar. One was a big black crow with a flowing white plume of feathers coating its chest. The feathers on its head were arranged in such a fashion it almost looked like it was wearing an elegant fedora hat. The other chief looked like an oversized dog. It was exceedingly furry, its slate blue fur practically reaching the ground, and the hair on its face actually doing so. England had to keep himself from laughing as the dog greatly resembled a man with an overgrown mustache.

"Thank you for bringing the guests, Bellossom; you may leave now," the crow ordered in a squawky feminine voice. The Bellossom bowed and exited. "Now then, let's commence this rather special meeting. We've gathered from Co-Chief Torterra that you three were…human?"

"Well, it's a little more complicated than that…but yes, in short, you could say we were—are humans," England spoke for the three. The bird stared at them coolly.

"Pardon my cynicism but how do we know you're not lying to us? This could be an elaborate scheme for outsiders to invade our prosperous village."

"What? Come on, we've got nothing to hide," America tried to reason, "We really are humans. And we just want to get back to our world, that's all."

"That doesn't prove anything. For all we know you could be spies—"

"Enough, Co-Chieftess Honchkrow," the dog barked.

"Yes Grand Chief Stoutland," the crow uttered apologetically before shutting her beak.

Grand Chief Stoutland sat up straighter. "I believe them."

"Pardon?" England was admittedly a little surprised by how quickly the Grand Chief accepted their claim. The massive dog nodded curtly. "Excellent! So does that mean you know a way to get us back home?"

The Grand Chief hesitated. "Indeed, there existed a way for beings to travel freely between different worlds and dimensions."

"All right! That means we're able to go home!" cheered America, pumping his wings in the air. But England and China were quicker in deducing the implications of his words.

"What do you mean 'existed'?" England demanded, "Do you mean it's no longer there?" Stoutland looked at the transformed nations pityingly.

"Unfortunately, you are correct. You see, you are not the first to make such a request. Another group of humans was also seeking a way to return to their world, though that was over twenty years ago…"


Snow and dark clouds blanketed the scenery as far as the eye could see. The raging blizzard wasn't granting even the slightest amount of mercy to him. He laid sprawled in the snow and ice, his arms too stiff to move correctly and his legs too weak to support him. Was this how it was going to end for him? Perhaps he was meant to remain unnoticed to the very end.

A shadow of something not human loomed in the distance, slowly approaching him. The large creature was too obscured by the fog to be seen, though there were two faint gleams of purple where its eyes should be. He and the creature stared at each other for several moments, the icy wind howling around them.

Finally, the creature stuck out its hand.

"Canada, you will be coming with me now, da?"


Wǒ zhīdào "I know" in Chinese (I used an online translator; thank you mdmpinkie9088 for confirming the translation)

"Spotlight: Japan/Absol"– As a pokémon who can "read the atmosphere," I feel Absol is a good match for Japan. They are both calm and collected, preferring to assess the situation before heading into battle. Absol is a rather reclusive pokémon, much like Japan was before opening up to the outside world. And both can be extremely vicious in battle with their blades.