The Star Gate Program (Hetalia/Stargate SG1 X-Over)

Author: Ashynarr

Summary: It was the discovery of the century. A devise older than human civilization, capable of transporting people across the galaxy in an instant. But things have a way of quickly becoming complicated, pushing America and others to their limits as they find themselves embroiled in galactic politics and intrigue throughout the stars.

Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine. Stargate isn't mine.

Warning: Alterations of the Stargate timeline/canon and Hetalia canon

[Inspired by Stargate Reopened; I recommend reading it if you have the time.]

[Chapter 29]

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Alfred could have simply Walked his way home from the airport after saying his goodbyes to Ginny, but he'd needed to pick up his old pickup truck from the base anyways, and the day had just been so nice that he couldn't help but indulge himself in the trip.

He would never admit it out loud, but he knew - and likely most of his States did as well - that there was something special about the back roads and undeveloped lands of Virginia that just couldn't be beat. Maybe it was the mountains in the distance, a majestic frame to the horizon. Maybe it was the rolling foothills with its wild grasses and untamed woods. Maybe it was the sunny skies, still free of the industrial world that touched so much of his lands.

Of course, it could just be because to him, it was home.

He hummed along to the radio, one hand on the wheel while the other rested in the open window, the cool breeze ruffling his hair. He hadn't realized just how much he'd missed the feeling of his land around him, warm and welcoming and familiar, until he'd left it on its own for a month. It of course barely noticed the time that had passed, its changes measured in centuries and millennia instead of months and years, but the welcome back was pleasant all the same.

Turning off of the paved road he'd been driving until then onto the dirt road to his colonial home, Alfred found himself thinking about his adventure. There was no doubt it'd been hazardous and stressful, but at the same time he'd gone to another world, had walked on lands that only knew one Nation, and had come through everything victorious and with new friends to boot.

He didn't regret it for a single moment, even if he agreed with his brother that maybe it should be left to their people for the most part. At least until they found other Nations out there, wherever they might be in the galaxy.

He couldn't wait for that day.

Alfred's truck pulled up before the small mansion, the personification noting that there were lights on up in Tony's part of the house. Since he couldn't sense any intruders - not that they would be this far out in the middle of nowhere or could even get in the front door thanks to Tony's security system - he guessed that his alien friend was finally home from his big conference out in whichever galaxy his people lived in.

Well, they'd both been gone for a long time - himself for a month and Tony for more than a year - so maybe they could have a 'we're back on Earth together' party or something. That might be a fun way to relax for the week or so before he had to get back to his DC paperwork.

Ulgh, no, don't think about that now, think about cool stuff instead. Like the latest episodes of Star Trek he'd missed. Oh man, he hoped Bella had recorded those for him, or else he'd have to wait for the reruns and that could be months from now.

Alfred let himself into the house on that note, still humming as he dumped his bags in the hallways and made his way to the kitchen. He really needed to see what was still good to eat and what needed to be thrown out before he went shopping, and since he wanted dinner anyways, it was an easy first decision to make.

Besides, if Tony hadn't heard his car pull up, he'd certainly smell Alfred's cooking before too long.

And lo and behold, the alien made his way into the kitchen just as Alfred was finishing up the mac n cheese he'd grabbed from the pantry, settling down into his seat while looking over his electronic touch pad.

(The Nation really hoped his people would be able to replicate that sort of technology one day soon, because he'd been allowed to mess with it a few times and found it super convenient and easy to use.)

"Hey there Tony," Alfred greeted as he filled two bowls and brought them over to the table, offering one of them to his friend. "How was that conference thing?"

"As tedious as always," The alien sighed, setting his pad down in order to start eating. "At least I won't have to worry about it again for at least another ten years."

"Dude, I wish we only had to meet that often, but that's life for you," The American started digging into his own food, still enamored with the taste of things that weren't MREs of some sort. "You guys make any progress on the thing?"

"Sadly, no," Tony shook his head. "We've exhausted most of our leads at this point."

"That sucks," Alfred replied, frowning before something struck him. "Wait, I just remembered, there's this new program my people have started which is totally cool and might just help out with that!"

"Oh?" The alien replied, raising a nonexistent eyebrow. "I didn't think Earth's technology had progressed all that much in my absence."

"Well, it's sorta not our tech?" The Nation shrugged, resulting in Tony raising his other brow. "But yeah, a while back some of my people found this really old stone ring, only apparently it's not stone but some substance tougher than anything on Earth."

Tony stared at him unblinkingly.

"Yeah, sounds weird, but we started messing around with it a bit and found out it can generate stable wormholes that connect to other rings on other worlds hundreds of lightyears away. The first place we found was these old ruins, but way higher tech than anything on Earth except the Rings themselves, and the guy who'd been stuck told us all about the computer he'd found there and how the place was called-"

"Heliopolis."

Alfred blinked at his friend. "Yeah, actually, how'd you know that?"

"My people helped build the place with our allies nearly three million years ago," Tony replied quietly. "We contributed the primary computer system that allowed for data storage and transfer, as well as allowed common communications among the four of us."

Now it was Alfred's turn to stare at his friend. He'd known his friend's people had probably been around for a while considering they could travel between galaxies like it was nothing, but millions of years…?

"I'm surprised it still stands; it's been abandoned since the alliance fell apart."

"It's close to it, honestly," The Nation replied, still half distracted by just how far ahead his friend's people had to be, yet they were still struggling to keep themselves together. What did that say about humanity's chances of growing past most of their troubles? "The engineers who've taken a look at the place say it's only a few years until part of it slides into the ocean, possibly taking out the gate and computer with it."

"Mmm, a shame. I know our ancestors regarded the place fondly."

"I guess it wouldn't have much of anything to help you guys out, then?"

"I'm afraid it's unlikely; our genetic issues are very recent, and we've long lost contact with the other races who might have been able to help."

"That sucks," Alfred sympathized. "What happened to them?"

Tony shrugged, a gesture he'd picked up from Alfred over the decades. "The Alterans have for the most part moved on, but the other two… we cannot say; the last time either spoke to us was fifty thousand years ago, though to our fault we did not push to keep in contact either."

The Nation nodded. "I guess that happens no matter how advanced you are, huh? Might've been cool to meet them, too; all the records that we've pulled from the place on you guys so far sound incredible."

"I assure you, our own records of the meetings show that even when we were allies we tended to argue a fair bit on just about everything. The unfortunate thing about dealing with such different species is that morals and progression oftentimes clash."

"Tell me about it," Alfred shook his head. "First aliens we meet turns out to be a huge asshole; I mean, he's dead now, but still, asshole."

Tony frowned. "Aliens? I thought you went to Heliopolis - no developing or developed species I know of has gone near there by way of ship in almost a million years."

"Oh, this wasn't Heliopolis, it was a different place. There was this coverstone with the gate, you see, but we couldn't figure out the symbols until we brought in Dr. Jackson, who noticed that the symbols on the gate were different from those the others saw and helped us figure out the whole coordinate system the gate actually uses.

"Anyways, we went through with the address and found ourselves on this desert planet with this dislocated group of people whose ancestors actually came from Egypt a long time ago, and get this, there was a personification there, too! She told me stuff about her folk's history, then this jerk calling himself Ra showed up and kidnapped the people who had stayed behind to guard the gate."

"Ra?" The alien choked out, looking more freaked out than Alfred could almost ever recall. "How did you even get away from him?"

"Ah, I didn't? I went back to rescue my people and ended up caught by him, but we were able to make a break for it when he got driven off by the local's rebellion and we blew his ship up."

"...blew his ship up?"

"Yeah, sucked that I had to use a nuke, but I mean the people were really grateful to be freed and- Tony what are you-"

The alien had stood rapidly, grabbing his tablet and frantically tapping commands into it. "I'll explain on the way, but if what you say is true, I'm afraid you might be in for a very difficult time ahead."

"What do you mea-" The rest of Alfred's sentence was cut off as he and Tony were teleported up to the alien's ship, which soon started making a beeline for the edge of the solar system.

Meanwhile, several thousand miles from where they'd just been speaking, something stirred. It did not have awareness, not quite yet, but it knew enough to know something was wrong, and a million years of genetic memory told it exactly what to do in such situations.

Escape.

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AN: And we're back with the third arc of four for this particular story! And yes, I have in fact read up on Stargate canon and decided that, fuck it since I'm already planning on altering other things down the line, I can just tweak some things right now as well. Changes will come into play; they aren't just for the heck of it.

Anyways, despite the focus, this arc is in no way about Alfred – it's in fact getting him out of the way so that he can't mess up my plans. Muahahahahah...