Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA
Remember! REVIEW! Plots anyone? I'm gonna run out of ideas! I might be uploading all over the place. Everyone is kind of OC. Also it might be about 20 or so chapters long! Also what pairings?
England/Romania England/Norway Romania/Norway Oliver/England Loki/Norway Loki/Norway and others without America and Allan.
Headcannons: America see's Canada./ America has magic/America is kinda smart, just has ADHD./Tea makes America have a British accent!/America has a feminine body(I did this cuz Allan's top of course!)
Have a Beta! (Molia)
Magic in America
"All we have to do is find where America is, while Allan is at the meeting." 2p Norway continued explaining the Idea.
"Where do we bloody search then?" England exclaimed.
"There's a good chance that the house is underground. America right now is a large waste filled nation. No one goes there." Loki said.
"So when is the World Meeting at?" Romania questioned.
Looking at the torn piece of paper the day was circled.
"It's tomorrow, talking about insanity treatment." Loki stated
"Where is the meeting at?" England asked.
"Just our luck, it takes place in Canada, next to America." Oliver said.
Matt suddenly yelped. "I have a meeting?!"
He suddenly disappeared with the 1p Canada.
"Canada?" Romania asked.
"Went to the meeting 'room'" Oliver continued.
"Where is that place?" Romania questioned.
"Somewhere deep underground protected by forty guards." 2p Romania answered.
"Why?" England asked.
"You never know if spies are here." Oliver answered.
Matt entered back into the building.
"Yeah, we don't have any fancy tech so guards will do! We only have this alien thing!" Matt chimed in.
"Well, better get going, wouldn't want to get killed!" 2p Romania said with an evil smirk. He vanished in a flash.
"I wonder if your nation would fall if you died…" Oliver mused as he disappeared too.
"They mean, it's dangerous and you can get killed finding the meeting place." Loki said shaking his head as he followed the other two.
The 1p's were left all alone in the cave.
"So, that doesn't bloody help! How are we supposed to find that git's meeting?"
"We don't need to find the meeting. We need to find America." Romania informed him.
"What if the wanker is in the meeting?" England questioned.
Romania thought of spiting up again, but in a familiar area with killers… That wouldn't be a good idea. It was there only choice.
"We have to go to the meeting first then look around." Romania reasoned.
England was having the same thoughts. He too came to the same conclusion. So he nodded and started to climb up the stone tube. Romania sighed, looking at the dangling legs. He grabbed them, emitting a yelp from England and then nation-jumped to the top. They ended up in tangled limbs on the dirt floor.
"You only had to nation jump." Romania said innocently.
The other nations face just turned red with embarrassment. He was only trying to climb up the tube because there might be a clue in it! Not because he missed the obvious reason. Romania, not really caring if England was embarrassed walked out. They were in Canada, so the meeting must have been close. It also meant America was closer.
America was just about to awake. He was still in the box. It was never opened. Food never came in the box. It was always dark and cramp. He was still in the same position and just about to try to escape again. When the box moved, America froze and looked up. Was it the nations that found him? Maybe they just thought he was a weapon in a box. The box was picked up. It started to move.
"Hello?" America asked in a raspy voice.
No one answered. His hope started to drop. A chuckle was heard. America's hope absolutely vanished. It was Allan. The same chuckle! He curled into his self. There was no outburst. The self-confidence he possessed was gone. It wasn't like Allan was going to answer a box. Living in the box was like depriving your senses. He only briefly wondered why the box was being moved. His curiosity was decreased.
"Hey little bunny, you alive in there?" Allan questioned.
The box shook. America let out a small yelp.
"Sp you are awake?" Allan asked.
America shivered and wondered if Allan had that smug smile on.
"You want to know where we're going bunny." Allan asked shaking the box again. "We're going to the world meeting."
They had seen, dead animals, hunters with blood covering them from head to toes and other body parts in the forest. In other words, they were gory forest. The worst part was that those were the most common ones. Yells and screams kept piercing the air. They got use to it quickly, but it didn't stop them from shivering. They had been walking for, what seemed like forever. The nations haven't found the meeting place or Allan's house. It was deadly cold and turning into night. The air was getting colder by the minute. Suddenly, unnatural blue lights flickered on. It was coming from in front of them.
They reached the area to see the light coming from a small hole on the ground. England was just about to check the hole when loud rushing footsteps echoed the forest. They hid behind the trees and watched a familiar figure hidden by shadows. The figure held a worn out box in hand and had red 2p eyes. The people went to stand on the hole. It showed the figure's jacket and brown hair.
It was Allan! England let out a small growl at the sight. He was the one to kidnap America. It took Romania with a hand over his mouth and the other arm holding England's arm to his back. They watched Allan as he used the light.
"America." Allan said.
The light had shown brighter. It started to shine until it was blinding! They averted their eyes. When looking back, Allan was gone.
"Mmf!" England shouted, throwing the arms off and lunging at the area Allan once stood. He received nothing but faint blue air.
"England! What if Allan saw us?" Romania exclaimed.
"Then we can force the prat to give us America back!" England explained, like it was easy to force a 2p. 2p's can't even force other 2ps. They were too insane and prideful for that. Romania sighed and was just about to pull him back. It was so sudden, he thought he was hallucinating.
"1p England!" England shouted.
The nation vanished in a flash of blue.
"England?" Romania exclaimed running to the area. He looked down in the small hole.
England was in a strange stone hallway. The air was filled with the scent of blood. Light's shown in the hallway. Loud voices were heard. They seemed to be coming from the end of the hallway. It wasn't yelling but a loud calm talking. The nation went closer to the voices. At the end of the stone hallway, was an opening. As he went closer, he saw the figures inside.
England saw the 2p world meeting, an old wooden table, no chairs and thousands of people. It looked the absolute opposite. The head was Greece. Matt was boasting and strolling like he owned the place, which he did. Allan was sitting in the far back seemly invisible. A box was in front of him. He was staring at the table creepily. Turkey was smaller. Russia somehow seemed friendlier. He actually looked more regular in the 2p world with the Baltic's nations at his side.
It seemed insane. England focused on the figure of Allan. What was in the box? Allan was staring at the box with a creepy smile. It was moving! He leaned in and his lips started to move. The lid started to shake and it popped up just a bit to reveal blond hair. It was instantly pushed down. Rage started blooming England. America was in there! He was sure of it! Without hesitation, England ran into the room. All 2p's stared at the intruder. Their weapons were in hand pointing at him.
"Arthur?" Oliver asked.
He was pointing a dagger covered in pink frosting. It could also be blood…
"Oliver you know who this is?" Greece asked.
"He is an… ally." Oliver said. Allan groaned.
'You think we'll believe that lie?" Allan laughed.
"He's… a 1p." Oliver muttered.
"You bought a 1p here!" Greece exclaimed.
"Allan did too! He brought America! You git!" England growled.
"You have no proof!" Allan said.
"I do." England declared.
He went to Allan and grabbed the box.