I do not own Hetalia or Animorphs. I'm not that creative.
Axis Powers: Hetalia is the brainchild of Hidekazu Himaruya, and Animorphs belongs to Katherine Applegate.
Estonia chewed on his bottom lip, his slim finger tracing the sketch on his notepad. He had tried to draw out his impression of a Yeerk, the Yeerk Pool, a Controller... All his efforts were in vain. He had to see and experience it for himself. Estonia shut his notepad with a sigh and set his glasses on the nightstand. Latvia, already fast asleep on the bed, stirred.
Lithuania emerged from the shower, dabbing at his long brown locks. He signalled for Estonia to remove his spectacles – Estonia constantly forgot to take them off before falling asleep.
"Ah, thank you, Lithuania," Estonia murmured, placing the spectacles on the table next to the bed. Then he crawled into bed, next to Latvia, and fell into a deep slumber.
Lithuania glanced over his shoulders to make sure the both of them were dead to the world, and twisted the door handle silently. He crept out into the hallway.
Belarus was sneaking around the house. Her first plan was to acquire her beloved Russia's DNA. He would then be one with her.
Russia was in his study, hunched over his desk. Belarus worried for him. He needed his rest. Let those lousy Baltics do his work instead.
"Big brother," Belarus cooed, leaning over the back of his chair to drape her slender fingers across his shoulders.
Russia stood up and retreated hastily. "B-Belarus! What brings you here?" Though, Russia knew her intention all too well.
"Let's get married," Belarus insisted with complete sincerity. Her hands were clasped together as if in prayer.
"Don't you think it's a little too late at night to discuss this?" Russia evaded.
Belarus approached Russia. "It's never too late, big brother."
Russia was cornered.
Belarus reached out eagerly to touch his face.
"Go away!" Russia howled, holding her at arm's length.
Belarus scrabbled for the mere slit of flesh between his sleeve and glove. It was her only hope. Her big brother's soft skin. She touched it. She savoured it.
Russia felt his energy sap away, and his arm slipped from Belarus' shoulder.
Ukraine doodled happily. She had drawn pictures of everyone in the family as animals. Russia would be a bear. Protective and mighty, yet kind. Belarus was a bee. She seemed aggressive and dangerous at first sight, but she was actually capable of producing something sweet, like honey. Bees are also huge fans of incest, Ukraine joked inwardly. Lithuania was depicted as a dog; loyal, hardworking and forgiving. Estonia and Latvia... She had to think hard about these two, but she finally came to the conclusion that Estonia reminded her of a dolphin. He was intelligent and compassionate, even if he tried to hide it at times. Latvia brought to mind a bird of sorts. He was flighty and easily startled.
Ukraine stared at the empty spaces on the paper. There were way too many. "I'll fit myself in here," she murmured, pointing towards the blank next to Russia. "Tony can be next to Latvia. There's still an extra spot left..."
She shrugged it off and began to draw. It wasn't too tough to think about Tony's – she picked a seagull for him because was a noisy scavenger.
A small smile graced her lips. She knew that was childish, but she was having fun. Now... What animal could she possibly resemble?
In the end, she decided on a camel for herself. She had survived all the hardships flung at her, and she was going to last through a lot more. By the time she added the finishing touches to her artwork, Ukraine's eyelids felt heavy, and she dragged herself towards the bed.
The empty space was going to have to fill itself.
Tony was currently rooming in a guest room. Bits of sweet wrappers, coke stains and soggy lettuce littered the room.
Lithuania knocked, arousing Tony from his half-slumber. "F*ck off," Tony grunted, sitting up in bed.
Lithuania pushed open the door and regarded the room with trepidation. "Hello, Tony," he greeted, manoeuvring himself around the trash to stand in front of Tony.
"What do you want?" Tony huffed.
"Could I... Make my other friend a morpher, too?" Lithuania asked timidly.
"And which friend is that?" Tony grumbled.
Lithuania, who had been nervously playing with his fingers, dropped his hands. "It's Poland. I want to help him, Tony. He can't become a Controller as well!"
Tony scrutinised the mousy brown-haired boy with the kind emerald eyes before him. He liked the kid, really, and he would do his utmost to help him. "Okay, if you can confirm that Poland isn't a Controller," Tony agreed.
- Hetanimorphs -
"Oh my gawd, do you know what time it is?" Poland whined, placing the phone to his ear. "Who calls at such ungodly hours?"
"It's eleven in the morning," Lithuania pointed out. "Listen, Poland, do you know that the world is in serious danger?"
Poland bit noisily on his Paluszki. "Polish food is the best! Hey, Lithuania, wanna come over and help paint my house?"
"Don't ignore my question!" Lithuania griped.
"Oh, right. What could possibly go wrong, Liet? In any case, I was thinking of attaching an engine to my house so it'll fly! And I could crash it into your house! Kaboom!" Poland flung his empty box of Paluszki in his excitement.
"It's not a joke!" Lithuania practically sobbed. "There are these grey slug-like things that'll squirm their way into your brain and take over you!"
"Wait, what? That's totally uncool." Poland sounded serious, but Lithuania's hopes were dashed when Poland continued, "I say the slugs should be pink. Either way, I need to pee."
"You're not peeing until I finish the story!" Lithuania snapped. "Okay, there is something that could help you. It doesn't physically keep the slugs out of your ear, but at least you won't be completely defenceless."
"I'm not defenceless, I have my ponies," Poland argued. "Liet, this is really urgent. Can you call some other time? Bye!"
Poland hung up.
Lithuania stared at the phone in his hand numbly. Poland didn't listen to his warning. He never listened.
"What's wrong, Lithuania?" Russia's soft voice sounded from right behind Lithuania.
Lithuania shot about a foot into the air and whipped around. "H-Hello, Mister Russia! It's n-nothing of importance."
"Tell me," Russia commanded, still in the same velvety voice. Lithuania knew he couldn't disobey.
"It's Poland," Lithuania sighed. "I tried to warn him about the Yeerks. He didn't listen."
"It's alright, Lithuania." Russia was embracing him in a flash, pressing Lithuania's head to his shoulder.
Lithuania trembled. He very well couldn't push Russia away, so he prayed for this to end soon. The smell of Russia's scarf was overpowering; a mix of powdery snow, infused with the intoxicating fragrance of vodka, and a crisp scent reminiscent of cut grass.
Russia pulled away after a while with a smile. "You smell nice."
"S-So do you," Lithuania replied honestly, though he screamed internally. Why did I just admit that to him?
A rumble from outside startled them, and they sprang apart. The door flew open with a resounding crash. Poland stood in the doorway, arms akimbo, his plaid skirt fluttering in the chilly breeze.
"Poland!" Lithuania gasped, at the same time Russia drawled, "It's you."
"Like, yeah, it's the fabulous me," Poland smirked, sashaying up to them. Lithuania was lost for words. Russia radiated dark intent.
"What were you saying about the slugs?" Poland queried. "If it can help protect myself, I totally want a share of whatever you've got to offer."
Russia emitted a long stream of "kol"s as he glowered at Lithuania. Lithuania stepped back nervously, bumping into an antique vase.
Estonia charged forward, catching the vase just before it hit the ground. Lithuania mentally worshipped Estonia for saving his sorry butt.
"Oh my gawd, broski, what's wrong with you? Must I enforce the Polish law on you?" Poland shrieked, coming between Russia and Lithuania and pointing threateningly at the former.
Russia beamed. "I'll take pleasure in partitioning you once more."
Russia entered, draping Latvia over his shoulder. Latvia flopped about limply like he was dead. Rather, he had fainted.
"Latvia!" Lithuania and Estonia cried out in unison, before realisation hit them.
There were two Russias.
"Eh? That's, like, totally uncool," Poland complained, his eyes darting from one Russia to the next. The one holding Latvia dropped him on the ground, and Estonia ran over to revive Latvia.
"Oh, I have another me. We can be friends, da?" The first Russia intoned.
"We can become one with each other. Let's get married," the second one replied.
"The s-second one sounds eerily l-like Miss Belarus," Lithuania stated.
"You dumbass!" Second-Russia screeched, slapping Lithuania across the face harshly. Lithuania stumbled and hit the wall.
Poland freaked out. "How dare you hit my Liet! Your capital will become Warsaw!"
"Belarus?" First-Russia uttered the word slowly, as if he weren't sure how to say it.
"Yes, it's me, big brother." Second-Russia tossed the scarf behind him irritably. "I was just thinking about you, and the change happened."
"You morphed?" Estonia squeaked.
Belarus gestured to her male form. "Obviously, what does it look like to you?"
"C-Could you revert back, M-Miss Belarus?" Lithuania requested.
"No! I like staying in big brother's body!" she hissed.
"Don't forget you have a two-hour limit," Ukraine reminded her as she entered. "Besides, don't be so possessive, you're going to scare him away."
"I could just morph out, and re-morph into big brother again," Belarus retorted sulkily. "Well, alright. I wouldn't like big brother to have an aversion towards me..."
Poland stomped on the ground. "What the hell is happening here?"
"Miss B-Belarus morphed into M-Mister Russia," Lithuania attempted to explain.
Latvia finally awoke. His large violet eyes opened to two Russias in front of him.
He fainted again.
"Latvia!" Estonia and Lithuania chorused.
Belarus scoffed, "He's such a weakling."
"I won't let you treat my underlings this way, Belarus," Russia growled, a purple aura surrounding him.
Belarus looked scared, but then she smiled – albeit maliciously. "I won't do that if you marry me."
"You're sick," Poland spat, shoving Belarus aside. "Let me get this straight – you guys can, like, change your form?"
A glare from Russia stopped Belarus in her tracks. She had been ready to sever Poland's head.
Lithuania stood by Estonia and Latvia, plastering a forced smile on his face. Estonia crouched over Latvia, murmuring to him.
Ukraine thought hard as she watched the scene before her unfold. Could it be Poland?
"Da," Russia responded, gripping his faucet tightly.
"Liet! Why didn't you tell me this before? That's so not rad," Poland chided. "I want in on this, too!"
"I did—" Lithuania began, but he was cut off by Poland.
"Like, I want to morph too!"
"I-I'll get Tony," Lithuania stammered, edging towards the door.
"I'm already here." Tony peeked out from behind a television and hopped over to Poland. "So, you're Poland? Lithuania told me about you. You wanna be a part of this, too?"
"Yeah." Poland placed his hands on his hips stubbornly. Russia and Belarus looked on with similar expressions of contempt – they had the same face, after all.
Tony gave Poland a once-over, mentally analysing him. "All you need to do is place your palm flat on any surface," Tony instructed after a long pause, reaching behind him to draw the cube out.
Poland's eyes widened when he saw the cube. "What a fabulous colour! Right, let's do this." He pressed his palm firmly against the side of the cube, Tony's hand on the underside.
Poland's lips were set in a thin line, but he suddenly burst out laughing. "That totally tickled!"
Tony fixed his unblinking gaze on Poland. "F*ck you."
"Woah, rude!" Poland started, but Ukraine engulfed him in a smothering hug.
"Welcome to the family, Poland!"
The Baltics crowded around Poland as well, even Latvia, who had only just regained consciousness.
"It's good to have you here," Lithuania told Poland with a shy smile. The two other nations muttered welcomes reluctantly.
"The only good thing I foresee from having you with us is that we can sacrifice you," Belarus scowled from a distance.
Russia grinned maniacally. "I love making new friends."
"This is a touching reunion and all, but we need to educate Poland about the Yeerks," Tony interrupted.
And so, they did.
- Hetanimorphs -
"That's gross." Poland stuck his tongue out, looking like he just sucked on a lemon.
Belarus was demonstrating how she morphed out, as per Russia's request. Her face was in the midst of reassembling itself as they stared at her. Her cheekbones shifted up, her nose thinned and her lips regained their usual soft pink tinge. Russia's ash-blonde hair lightened and extended out till it reached her waist. Her skin smoothened and she shrunk down to her usual height.
At last, she was standing there in all her beauty, Russia's overly large clothes weighing her down.
"I-It's quite cool," Lithuania supplied encouragingly.
Latvia was quaking. "I d-don't want that t-to happen to me!"
"Did it hurt?" Ukraine asked, concerned.
Belarus shook her head firmly. "The only thing I feel now is delight for finally being able to experience being in big brother's body. It's every bit as wonderful as I imagined."
"Don't make it sound so wrong!" Russia groaned.
"Big brother, now that I've been in you, would you like to be in me?" Belarus offered, rolling her sleeves up.
"You people are totally screwed-up," Poland commented, filing his nails.
"Should w-we be focusing on more important t-things—" Estonia inquired, but Belarus turned towards him with fire in her eyes.
"The marriage between big brother and I is the most important thing!"
"Estonia is right, let's direct our attention to the situation at hand." Russia was glad for Estonia's intervention. He was going to get a day off.
Ukraine gasped. "Let's visit the zoo!"
"The zoo?" everyone else repeated in disbelief.
"Yeah, the zoo! Then we touch the animals there and get their DNA!"
"That's not a bad idea," Lithuania mused.
Latvia shook his head. "I don't want t-to go near the s-scary animals!"
"And the animals would be in an enclosure, right?" Russia wondered aloud.
"That means we have to sneak in," Belarus concluded.
"I simply love illegally entering enclosures with deadly animals," Tony voiced cheerfully.
I never imagined this story would get any followers, so thank you very much!
Introducing Poland to the group! I absolutely adore Poland, and between making him one of the animal morphers, Controllers or ordinary humans, the choice was pretty obvious.
I apologise for any OOC behaviour.
