Introduction

Hello people! I... have never really shared my writing with anyone but my best friend, but quarantine is as good as ever, right?! I'm definitely

still a more amateur writer, so I hope anyone who reads this likes it!!

Also! I do not own Hetalia or it's characters, they all belong to Hidekaz Himaruya! The only thing that belongs to me is the storyline!

Also-also, a review said to change the format a bit to make it easier to read, so I read up on formatting dialogue! It should be easier to understand now, and if y'all have more writing tips, make sure to review and let me know!!

-WindowsXP2005

Chapter 1

at America's house, in New York

Alfred looked out his large living room window at the starry night sky, extending over a large forest of pine trees. Coffee in hand, he sat down on his couch.

The living room was quite big, as a world superpower, he had to entertain the other countries while their bosses talked about trades and alliances. It had beige couches, with a large wooden table in the middle for drinks, food, and board games. A large chandelier hung above it, truly a magnificent room. Alfred didn't necessarily like it when it was empty though, it just reminded him of how lonely he felt.

He was very on edge, his thoughts tearing him apart. He had a plan that would change the whole world. For the better? That depended on who you were. For Alfred? Yes. After the wars he's been through, he has a distrust and hatred for countries. They abandoned him. Left him. The people he loved all had turned against him in his most vulnerable moments. No one ever reciprocated the kindness he showed them. He picked up his phone, he had one last call to make before he got started.

At Canada's log cabin

Matthew had just finished making a big batch of pancake mix when his phone went off.

"Hello Alfred, how are you?" Canada asks, turning on his sink faucet.

"Canada…"

"Hold up Al, give me just a second to dry my hands. Germany, Prussia, Italy, and Austria are coming tomorrow so I'm making pancake mix. Hungary might come too but sh-"

"Canada."

Matthew sat down at his table. "Al you sound sad, what's up?"

"Cana-Matt, I-I"

Matthew hears Alfred sigh.

"I'm sorry. For everything. I'm not a good person Matt, I should have never been in that war, it changed me. I killed her, Matt. Why did I ever think things could get better…Why did all this have to happen to me? M-may-be…" Alfred chokes back some tears.

"Canada, I'm so sorry. I hope someday after all this is over, you can forgive me. I hope… she can forgive me."

Kumajiro walks in and asks Matthew what he's cooking, but Matthew motions for him to leave.

"Alfred, the war was years ago, it's in the past! You know as much as I do, when you're a country, you have to make many sacrifices for your people. Please don't beat yourself up Al, and don't hurt yourself in any way. I'm your brother, if you need me, I'll be there for you… do you want me to cancel tomorrow's meeting?"

Alfred pauses. "No." He regains composure.

"Thank you, Matthew, I needed a good cry… I think I'll be ok. I just needed someone. Thank you for always looking out for me when the whole world was against me. I'll make sure you don't get hurt."

"No problem, you can always call me! But Al, is something going on I should know about? I-"

"It's ok, Matt. Everything's gonna be ok." Alfred hung up.

"Canadia can I have pancakes?" Kumajiro asks.

"Tomorrow. Kuma, do you think Alfred is ok? He sounded worried…"

"Alfred is very spontaneous and random, now pancakes, ehh?"

Matthew sighs. "Maybe. I'll call England and France tomorrow. They would know much better than me."

At England's house in London

England was sitting and doing paperwork in his office while on the phone with France. He couldn't focus though, partly due to France recounting his past night of drinking with Spain and Prussia.

"Ah, England! It was so grand! I hope Prussia recovers from the nasty hangover he has before going to Canada's house, I hope he doesn't mess up the trade deal between Canada and the others! I couldn't bear i-"

"Say, Frog, shut up, I'm thinking."

"Oh? About what, mon ami?"

England sighed. "About America. He acted oddly when we got coffee 2 days ago. I'm a bit concerned."

"What did he say?"

France was slightly concerned but knew from Matthew that America had frequent mood swings, a effect of the political divide in his country. It wasn't abnormal for him to have off days or even weeks.

"Well, the conversation was normal I guess. He ordered Coffee, while he usually orders hot chocolate, but he drinks coffee at home so I guess it isn't really of importance. But when we parted, he looked at me strangely. He smiled, but it was… I don't know… Sad? Unhappy? Distant? And said, "Goodbye England." And turned and left."

"Oui, that is unusual."

France walked out onto the deck of his apartment. It had a beautiful view, overlooking central Paris, the Eiffel Tower was the feature of the view, standing tall with the dying sun.

"Are you gonna call him?"

"Possibly. If he's going through something, I don't want to hurt him, what are your thoughts?"

France pondered it for a minute.

"He is your best friend! You should find out what's bothering him!"

England straightened up in his chair. "Alright then! I'll call him tomorrow! Thank you, Francis!"

"Tell me how it goes! Goodbye Arthur!"

"Goodnight!"

Arthur hung up the phone, feeling newfound energy, and got the rest of his paperwork done. Not even knowing America was awake as well, finishing off the details of his project.

In the Baltic household

Lithuania packed his clothes for his trip to the US. He regularly visited, as he adored the food there, especially the casseroles America made for him when he came.

"Toris, phone for you!" Called Latvia.

"Is it Mr. Russia?" Lithuania fearfully asked.

"No, Estonia is on the phone with him now, it's Belarus."

Lithuania squealed, "Give me, Giv- Good afternoon Natalia!! For what do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

"I have to go to Mr. England's house on Monday, and I am very unprepared, what do I talk about?! You know English stuff, tell me!"

"Oh Bela, it's easy! Just talk about tea! All of the United Kingdom loves that! Or just let Mr. England talk your ear off, he does love to talk about himself!"

Belarus chuckled. "I guess that's good advice, Ukraine told me the same about the tea. How have you been, Toris?"

"Me? Well…" Lithuania blushed, happy that she cared about how he was.

"I'm packing to go to America this week, Eduard's on the phone with Russia, and Latvia is playing chess with Poland, but I bet that won't last long if Pol-"

A loud sound, accompanied by a loud, authoritative statement from Poland interrupted Lithuania.

"Iiiif Poland uses the Poland rule" he sighs.

"You're going to see the hamburger lover? After all the trouble he caused Big Brother!"

"America isn't that bad, he has tasty food! Maybe you'll join me after you are done visiting England?"

Lithuania held his breath. Belarus did not typically say yes if Russia wasn't coming.

"Toris, it's America! I-"

Belarus sighed. "I guess I'll join you… I do like the food."

Lithuania's face lit up. "Yay! I'll see you there on Tuesday?"

"Yeah, yeah, bye Toris."

"Bye Natalia!"

Lithuania was bursting with joy as he finished packing. He put his bag out in front of his bedroom door and went to the living room, where Poland was playing with the chess pieces and Latvia was on his phone trying to ignore Poland as much as possible.

"Hey, Lithuania come play chess with meeee" Poland begged.

"No! You'd just invoke the Poland rule!"

"That's because I am the fabulous Poland and deserve to win!"

Estonia returned from the other room, visibly exhausted. "Mr. Russia is thinking about adopting a micronation."

"Like Sweden and Finland?" Lithuania asked.

Estonia sighed. "Yes. He follows them online and thinks they are the cutest thing. Funny thing is, I don't know who would ever create a micronation near Mr. Russia, he's too scary!! I'm trying to talk him out of it."

Lithuania started preparing for dinner. "My goodness! That is scary!! Tell us more!" And with that, the Baltic states and Poland got ready to eat.

At Spain's house

Romano was sitting in Spain's living room, watching soccer. His team was losing, but he wasn't really interested.

After dealing with the Mafia earlier that day, he decided to visit his safe haven, Spain's house, to rest up his injured leg. It wasn't the worst injury, as he could walk on it, but it still hurt him a lot.

As he was thinking of a way to explain his injury to Spain, his phone rang. "Ciao, Fratello!!" Romano sighed, not really wanting to deal with his younger brother.

"Feliciano, what do you want?"

"Ah Fratello, you sound annoyed, but what else is new! I'm going to Canada tomorrow, and we're having pancakes!! As a Vargas brother and part of Italy, you are more than welcome to join us!!"

Romano moaned in mental pain. "But I don't want to go with that potato bastard!!"

"Oh Roma, don't be mean! It would hurt Germany's feelings if he heard you!! Ah- what's that? Oh, nevermind, Germany says he couldn't care less!!"

"Is that i-goddamn leg fu-mmm is that all Feli?"

"It is! Are you ok, Fratello?"

"No. I had to actually work as a country today and deal with the Mafia. I'll be fine."

"Fratello!! You gotta be more careful! Oh and Germany says he hopes you feel better!!"

"Tell that potato freak I don't care. The only thing I have to worry about is that stupid idiot Spa-"

"ROMANO YOUR HERE!!" Spain exclaims from the doorway.

"Speak of the devil. I'll talk to you later Feli."

"Addio, Romano!"

After he hung up, he turned to an ecstatic, bubbly Spain.

"Ciao, Antonio."

Spain plopped down next to Romano with a bag of groceries. "What brings you here Lovi? Not that I don't like having you here, it's just a surprise!!"

"Nothing, I just hurt my leg and-"

Antonio dropped the bag of groceries. "LOVI HOW DID YOU GET HURT?! You weren't dealing with the Mafia again, were you?"

"No," Romano lied. "I was playing soccer with some friends, nothing to worry about."

"Oh good! Also, my team is beating yours!!"

"ALRIGHT YOU FREAKING BASTARD MAKE ME DINNER!!"

Spain chuckled and picked up his groceries. "Is spaghetti good, Lovi?"

"As I say, if it has pasta, it's a yes" Romano dismissed Spain to the kitchen and he unloaded his groceries onto his kitchen counter.

on a busy sidewalk in China

Hong Kong walked through the busy street, the sun shone brightly over top him. Hundreds of people walked past him. He took out his phone and dialled his best friend's number.

"Hello, Iceland here. What's up?"

"Hello, Emil! I hope I'm not calling too late!"

"No, dinner is in 15 minutes, we are at the big house in Denmark. It's 2 days till Norway's birthday, So we are staying here for 2 weeks"

''Fun!"

"What's going on with you, Leon?"

"Ahh, Pops just wanted me to pick up some veggies, he makes like, the same thing every time I stay with him!"

Emil giggled. "You gotta ask him to make some dumplings, that is what he made when Me and Finland visited with our bosses!"

"That would be good. My sisters and brothers would like that too. Like, China always loves having big family dinners together, ESPECIALLY when we get Japan to come!!"

"He should have you cook, Leon!! The time you made us breakfast was great, and Norway was very impressed!"

Leon beamed. "Thanks, Icey! You should come over and have dumplings with us sometime!"

"That would be cool! I- Ok I'll be right down… AND I'M NOT CALLING YOU THAT!!…Sorry, Leon, I gotta go eat, I'll text you later though, Ok?"

"It's like, totally ok!! Bye Emil!"

"Bye!"

Leon neared his house, running up the steps and into the kitchen. "Hey Pops, I got your veggies!!"

"Aru! Thank you, Li Xiang!"

"Cchhiiinnnaaa"

"Sorry, sorry, Leon. I do not like the English names!!!"

"I'll forgive you as long as you get Dumplings for us!"

"Sure! Where are you going?" Hong Kong ran up the stairs and called down.

"I'm like, going to play video games till Ice calls back!"

China smiled, happy that he would at least have dinner with one of his family.

At the Nordic household

Iceland walked down the stairs into the busy hallway. Denmark and Sealand were sitting and building a Norwegian castle out of Legos while Norway sat near them and watched, helping by putting pieces on once in a while. Sweden and Finland were cooking an amazing dinner in the kitchen, both of their blue aprons covered in flour. Iceland sat near the counter to watch the two cook.

"Sea, can I have piece 546 in Blue?"

Denmark asked his nephew.

"I have no idea which number that is."

Norway picked up the correct piece. "Stupid Dane. Peter wouldn't know the numbers, he hasn't been stuck in a boat with you for a week."

"Ah Norge, don't be like that! We had fun!" Denmark laughed, "And sorry kiddo, I get really in focus."

"Its ok Uncle Den! I'm having a lot of fun, I hope we finish this tonight!"

"Me too bud!"

"Dinners ready!!" Finland called as he put out some dog food for Hanatamago. All of the Nordics gathered around the table.

Sweden plucked Iceland's phone out of his hands. "No ph'nes at the dinn'r table." He muttered.

"Not cool, Sve!" Iceland shot back, then turned his attention to Norway.

"Lukas, pass me the salt and pepper please."

"What's that? I thought my little brother was calling me."

"Give it up, Norge!! Pass me it!!"

While the brothers bickered, Denmark talked with Finland about the meat and times he went hunting and such, while Sweden and Sealand quietly enjoyed their food.

"Ya know Papa?" Sweden turned to his son.

"Mmm?"

Sealand smiled. "We should have big family dinners more often!!"

Sweden ruffled his son's hair, and for a second, Sealand almost thought he saw Sweden smile

In America

Alfred had just gotten off the phone with his brother. He stood up from his couch and plugged his phone in at a nearby table. A picture of him and his brother was on it. He put the frame down on the table.

"It's time for phase 1"