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Rated T because of swearing, some minor themes, and (comedic) violence.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

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England's face hurt. It hurt badly. If his brothers could see him right know they'd be laughing their asses off. Oh how they loved to see England hurt, especially when they did the hurting themselves. Assholes. After the confrontation with Massachusetts (also an asshole), Mississippi (stupid asshole) had told Germany (strict asshole) and England his name and went back to watching some stupid show about people who were probably asshole. England grit his teeth. Is today International Asshole Day? England thought bitterly.

"I think this family's hobby is punching." England growled, holding his hand to his eye as if that would make things better. He heard Germany stifle a laugh.

"Ja. Sure." Germany agreed vaguely. England stopped walking. Germany continued to walk a few feet, then noticed England wasn't beside stopped and backtracked to where England was standing. The two stared at each other in silence. England squinted. So did Germany.

"I think you're actually enjoying yourself." England stated, placing his hands on his hips.

"Ja, maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Vhat makes you zink zat zough?" Germany asked nonchalantly. England laughed sarcastically.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's the fact that's you stifle laughs at al their "silly" antics? Or the fact that every time you cross out one of their names you try not to smile….. almost as if you're eager to see who we'll meet next."

Germany stared at England. He turned on his heel and started to walk away. When he was a good distance sown the hall, away form England, he paused and turned. He shrugged and said, "At least I didn't get punched in ze face by a blind kid." England's blood boiled. Asshole.

"Hey! You get back here and say that to my face! And how do you know he's blind?!" England back speed walking towards Germany who simply seemed disinterested with him.

Germany ignored England's shouts and continued walking…. England sped up his pace and managed to catch up to the German. From behind him, England gave Germany a small push. Germany quickly stopped and made England stop dead his tracks. England suddenly noticed the height difference between himself and Germany. And the muscle difference. Best not to continue pestering this asshole, England thought to himself.

The two walked in silence until they reached the end of the hallway they'd been walking down. There was a large metal door at the end of the hall. It had a bright yellow sign on it that read "Warning! Do not enter! Nuclear testing occurring! Turn back now!" Nuclear testing….that's not good. England immediately took a step back while Germany took a step forward. He reached for the large handle on the door and opened it. The minute the door was open, a figure instantly leaped out from behind the door and tackled Germany. England took another giant step back from Germany and the figure, who was struggling to hold the angry German down.

The figure was….Nevada?

The cocky business man England had met earlier was long gone. Nevada's blue shark-like eyes were now frantic and wide with fear. His gelled brown hair was now spiked in odd directions (it reminded England of Denmark's hair). He wasn't wearing the suit jacket, his black silk tie was wrapped around his head, and his shirt was no longer tucked in. He also lacked shoes. Germany began shouting profanities but Nevada, with his wide eyes, place a finger over Germany's mouth and made a "shh" noise.

"They're coming," Nevada whispered, frantically looking side-to-side.

"Who?" England asked, flabbergasted.

"Them. I saw one of them. It tried to but I….I saw it…." Nevada gazed off into the distance but still managed to hold Germany down.

Suddenly there was a loud explosion and the hall began to shake. Nevada screamed and covered his head with his hands. Another figure came propelling out of the room the door lead to and knocked Nevada off of Germany.

"It's got me!" Cried Nevada. He began to struggle underneath the other figure. "Don't probe me! Please don't probe meeeeeee!"

"Shut up!" Shouted the young man who was holding Nevada down. The man had dark black hair that was sticking straight up. His tan skin was covered in soot and his sky blue eyes were covered by protective goggles. He was dressed in tattered, black dress pants, a plain white shirt (covered in soot), and a white lab coat (also covered in soot).

"Their cooooooming!" Nevada continued to scream.

"No. They're. NOT!" The man screamed through grit teeth. Germany was now back on his feet and wiping soot off his uniform. Meanwhile, the young man continued to hold down a struggling Nevada who was screaming about…..them?

"They're coming! They're coming! They're coming!" Nevada screamed over and over again. The man clamped his hand over Nevada's mouth but this only muffled his screams.

"What's his problem? Just the other day he was this slick-looking business man!" England yelled. Nevada was sobbing and screaming now. The other man did not seem to care.

"Whenever Nevada sees Tony he freaks out and stops taking his medicine because he thinks its not working." The young man explained. England frowned at the mention of America's little, gray friend.

"Vhat's ze medicine for?" Germany asked.

"I wish I knew." The man said regretfully.

"You mean you don't know?"

The young man sniffed and pushed his goggles back up his nose. "He said he's "too cool" to tell anyone but I think he has the thing that I have. I take medicine as well."

"Vhat do you have?"

"I'd rather not say…. But, any how he's much more easily trigged then I am. Just the mere glance of Tony, or anything alien related for that matter, and he starts losing it. Not to mention the fact that, even when he takes his meds, he's still very paranoid."

"He didn't seem paranoid when we met him." England said, staring at poor Nevada.

"Yeah, well, he's pretty good at hiding it around strangers."

"Vell… that's unfortunate…." Germany said sadly. The man nodded in agreement. Nevada had stopped screaming and was just sobbing. The man took his head off of Nevada's mouth and began stroking his head.

"Are…..they…..coming…..New…..Mexico?" Nevada asked in between sobs.

"I don't think so, Avión A Reacción. I don't think so." The young man smiled softly at Nevada.

"So…you're, um New Mexico?" Germany asked.

"Si. Or Andreas Jones."

"What was that bloody explosion earlier?" England asked, trying to change the subject.

"Just some new types of grenades and bombs I was testing in my lab." New Mexico shrugged.

"Vhat!?" Germany shouted. New Mexico laughed nervously.

"Uh…yeah. Padre usually lets me handle that stuff. It's kinda funny cause, uh, I'm a little bit of a pyromaniac so….uh, yeah." New Mexico, while continuing to stroke Nevada's head, pulled a lighter out of his pocket and clicked it on. He looked at it for a moment and then looked startled. He shoved the lighter back in his pocket. "But I'm not an international threat or anything!" Both Germany and England took a step back from the two states.

"Is zat vhy you take medicine?"

"Nope."

So he has multiple problems, England thought, that's just great. He island nation silently scolded himself for thinking so disrespectfully.

"Um…vell, I'll just believe you for now." Germany took another step back.

"Cool." New Mexico gave them a toothy grin.

Nevada let out a pained groan and asked New Mexico, "Did you put hot chili pepper in everyone's food last night, Andreas?"

"Si, mi querido hermano."

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My new BrOTP is Nevada and New Mexico! FYI, New Mexico only freaks out if he looks at Tony too long. Also, he had a lab to text bombs and stuff like that because New Mexico is the place where many nuclear weapons were once tested and I'm pretty sure their still tested their to day. It's also the place where the first atomic bomb detonated. Big thanks to Narwhal-Riding-Alien for helping me with ideas for New Mexico. Don't forget to review! Also, check out my other Hetalia story, The Seven. Thank ya'll so much! Bye!

Translations:

Avión A Reacción- Jet; Jet Plane (Nevada's human name, see chapter 5, usually has two ts but I thought it would be a cute nickname)

mi querido hermano- my dear brother