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.
"Wh-what did you say!?" exclaimed England, "Over twenty years ago!?" Stoutland bowed his head.
"Yes. A group of three other humans was also trying to get back to their world. Furthermore, I met them in Palsama, a continent far across the ocean. I believe their names were Italy, Germany, and Japan. I do not know whether or not they returned back to your world safely, but I promise you the means by which they did so no longer exist."
There was an awkward silence between the three. Then America spoke. "You gotta' be kidding me!" he voiced his, England's, and China's sentiments exactly, "We just got here, like, four hours ago! There's no way twenty years could have passed. It's not like we could have jumped through time or something."
"I assure you the Grand Chief would not lie, hrah!" Camerupt bristled. Torterra and Honchkrow were likewise disgruntled over America's outburst.
"I'm with America," China agreed, "If it had been two decades, we would be older than we are now. Maybe you guys can't count."
"Why you—!" Smoke started to stream from the top of Camerupt's humps.
"Calm yourself," Torterra ordered his friend. "Listen strangers, our chief graciously told you what he knows about your predicament. If he says twenty years have passed, then I believe him, as should you. Now, if you like, we can offer you some hospitality here as you adjust to—"
"I'm not adjusting to anything!" cried England, "I'm not going to spend the rest of my life as a pokémon! You say the only means of getting home is gone, but I don't buy it. Even if I have to use whatever magic I have left I'll get us out of here."
"You ungrateful—" Honchkrow growled, but the bark of laughter coming from Grand Chief Stoutland made everyone turn to him in confusion.
"You humans never cease to amaze me, such tenacity you creatures possess," the chief chuckled. He then looked at the trio seriously. "If you three were normal pokémon, you would have simply accepted your fate by now, but your outright refusal to do so makes me wonder what this all must feel like to you." He stood up and looked directly at America.
"What you said earlier has just given me an idea…Aguila?"
"America," America corrected the old dog. The Grand Chief made his way to the back, grabbing a scroll with his mouth. He walked over and handed it England who unfurled it. A map of only two land masses and an ocean was on the parchment.
"My fellow Co-Chiefs, please assist me in explaining to these humans this world they are in. One way or another, we will help you return to your home." The three Co-Chiefs hesitated, wondering if their leader had indeed gone mad, but Torterra soon obliged and stepped forward. The other two were right behind him.
"The continent you see here is Diasama," Stoutland pointed with a clawed paw. "I met your friends here in Palsama. The ocean that divides us is the Gir-Ou Ocean."
"…Okay," America stared at the map, "But how does any of this help us get home?"
"We are here," the dog ignored America and indicated a small region at the southernmost point of Diasama. "Our village is south of the Vasand Desert. If there is any chance of you getting back to your world, it will lie in small town located there called Magirena."
"Wait, you're not thinking of sending them to her?" Co-Chieftess Honchkrow asked skeptically.
"Then you know whom I'm talking about?" the Grand Chief glanced at the crow.
"But do you really think she'll be of any use?" Torterra said with concern in his voice, "The odds of that happening are close to nil if you take into account—"
"Her knowledge of ancient artifacts is the best in the world," Stoutland stated adamantly, "If there's any hope left, it lies with her."
"I'm sorry but who are you talking about?" England questioned.
"Madam Mismagius," Honchkrow answered without looking at him, "She's an unusual pokémon– eccentric some say. She is versed in the ways of magic and the supernatural. But…her credibility in such subjects is spotty at best. Many of us consider her a crackpot."
"Crackpot or not, it seems we have no other choice," England said. China nodded.
"But once we find her, what should we tell her?" he asked.
"Tell her you're looking for the Time's Adamant," replied the Grand Chief, "She'll understand what you're talking about."
"Aiya! But I won't," paled the Mienshao, "What's the Time's Adamant?"
"Hrah, it's a mythical stone said to transport the user through time," spoke Camerupt.
America grinned, excitedly scraping the ground with his talons. "Dudes, I think I got it! All we have to do is use the Time's Adamant to go back into the past when Japan, Italy, and Germany went home."
"Except that they will be all the way in Palsama," England pointed out, "So even if we go back in time, we'd still have the problem of locating them."
"Kaos Island," Torterra interrupted. America, England, and China looked at him. "Assuming your friends will be using the Pearl of Space in the past, they will have to go to Kaos Island to do it. It's located in the center of the Gir-Ou Ocean. You should find them there."
America looked back at the map. Judging by it, it shouldn't take more than several days to reach the desert. But from there to the ocean would undoubtedly be longer. Then there was still the problem of finding this adamant thingy. But he was the hero– there was nothing he couldn't do no matter how long it took. "Alright guys! Let's hurry and get to Kaos Island so we can go back home."
"I'm afraid I can't let you go so easily," the Grand Chief cut into America's eagerness. "It was one thing for my mentor to send your friends off without any training; they were in a land and time that were relatively peaceful. But Palsama is different; the pokémon here are much more ruthless and will easily instigate a fight. I have my doubts you would survive a week without learning how to battle first."
"Please," scoffed England, "Back in our world, we used to fight in wars all the time, and I am a former pirate. My magic may be low, but give me a sword and I can still manage."
"Are you so sure?" Torterra leered at him. "I've travelled across this land many times now, and I can assure you your inexperience in this world will make you very easy victims."
"Let them try," the Gallade taunted. Stoutland let out a harsh bark.
It happened so fast, America wasn't even sure it was real at first. A green blur streaked down from above and landed in front of England. It bent and swiftly performed a low sweeping kick, causing England to fall on his rear. The creature stood, glaring down at him. To America, it vaguely resembled a praying mantis but with real scythes for arms. "E-England!" America finally managed to speak, but before he could do anything to help he was struck in the back of the skull by something hard and fast. He fell forward, earning a searing headache when his head collided with the ground.
A black and red blur jumped off him and zigzagged toward China who, recognizing this was an ambush, prepared himself. "China, look out!" America warned his friend as he struggled back up on his feet. China brought his arm back and swung, using the long fur on his arms as a whip against the second creature. But the monster merely caught the fur with its three-clawed hand. Its grasp was too strong for China to escape from.
"China!" America was at last standing, but once again, before he could make any action, the strange black creature turned to him and blew a strange blue beam at his feet. A burning sensation seared up his legs, and within seconds the eagle's talons were frozen to the ground.
"Wha—? I can't move!"
"Hang on, America!" England curled then threw himself off the ground. He dashed past the bug-like creature toward his friend, not sure how he could help him but willing to try anyways. When England was just three steps away from America, the green mantis practically teleported behind the eagle and whipped its blades around and in front of America's neck like a pair of giant scissors. England instantly froze.
"I'll say again– are you still sure you can manage without training?" Hearing Torterra's voice sounded almost too surreal after that quick battle. England, his head bowed, admitted defeat. The mantis removed its blades from America's neck, and America registered himself breathing again once it did so. He was tempted to rub his neck to make sure it wasn't actually cut. The black creature released China's long fur and walked toward the front along with its partner.
"Attacks like that are quite common here, usually done by bands of thieves," Stoutland explained, "That's why I'm having my most trusted guards teach you basic battling skills. You may add your own style to the moves once you've mastered them. Captain Scyther will be assisting England—" The mantis made a small bow to England, who didn't seem too thrilled to return the gesture. "—And Lieutenant Weavile will be assisting China." The dark cat-like pokémon grinned at China.
"Hey, what about me?" America asked.
"First and foremost, by what Co-Chief Torterra tells me, you need to learn how to fly," Honchkrow answered coolly, "So I will be schooling you on that before battling."
"What? I gotta' be schooled by a chick?"
"How dare you insult me!" the Honchkrow screeched. "I'll have you know I am the Head Commander in battle. I've been commanding our army for more than ten years and have had my fair share of battling too. On top of that, I can at least hold my own for more than twenty seconds in a three-on-two fight. If anything, youngster, your inexperience shows you are more a chick than I."
"No…that's not what I…" America mumbled embarrassedly as England snickered behind him.
The groups separated and headed to different training grounds. Honchkrow led America to the edge of a small forest's ravine. The eagle looked down it. The drop wasn't so far as to make him overly scared, but a trip off the side would undoubtedly result in some broken bones. "Jump," Honchkrow instructed. America stared at her incredulously.
"You can't be serious?"
"I am," the crow deadpanned.
"That's at least a forty foot drop. And aside from my planes, I've never flown in my life."
"You can do this. I know you can," she said with a surprising amount of sincerity. America faltered a bit by the sudden show of kindness. "I believe you hold inside you a courage and strength unmatched in your world; that's the only reason I can see you were turned into a Braviary, a creature known for such traits. It's time for you to prove that to me now."
America was silent for a minute before grinning enthusiastically. "You're right. I am the hero, and a hero can do anything. Just watch, I'll cross this oversized pit." He took a few steps back as he prepared to leap.
"Just concentrate on keeping your body in the air," Honchkrow said, "Once you open your wings, the power of flight should come naturally." America nodded. Then, after a second of reconsideration, he rushed toward the edge. His friends may call him idiotic but even he had to admit willingly jumping of the side of a ravine without a parachute was nothing short of insane. He took a quick intake of breath before launching himself into the air.
He wasn't even truly flying and already he was captivated by the heavenly feel of the wind flowing through his feathers. Spectacular! It was one thing to stand and feel a nice breeze on a windy day, but to be a part of it was something totally different. It was like a new sense of freedom: you could go anywhere, anywhere! And if this feeling was just from free-falling…
Without thinking, America unfurled his massive wings, eager to let the wind caress them and take control of his flight. The sensation was exhilarating, and America found himself twisting and twirling happily in the bright blue sky.
"See? You're a natural. I told you you could do it," Honchkrow smiled, joining him in the air and flying a few feet behind him.
"Hahahaha! I never had any doubt. This is awesome! I can't wait to show England and China."
"Right after your training," his instructor reminded him. The two flew into the forest to begin the lesson, which lasted all the rest of the day.
"Spotlight: America/Braviary"– Okay, I admit I got a bit lazy and picked Braviary because he's an eagle with America's color scheme. But in all fairness, it worked out well in the end. Braviary is called the Valiant Pokémon, everything America is and more. These birds fight to protect and prove to be powerful creatures. It can also easily lift an automobile, something America showed he could do as well. Champion of the sky, I see Braviary America to be a force to reckon with.