Hetalia

Tri-Stars

Three ordinary girls somehow get transported into the anime world of Hetalia, where they're somehow called "Elements". More importantly, everyone around them is crazy, there's a lot of really hot/perverted guys, it's only 1942, and a meteor is coming to "end" World War II...and the world!

Author's Note: Britain's name somehow got changed to England in this chapter. Sumimasen. *Bows*

CHAPTER SIX

Convinced

Krystal closed her eyes, and tried to sleep but, every time she felt herself drifting off, the plane would jolt, or shudder, or the engines would make some kind of sound that Krystal was sure they were not supposed to be making. This was ten times, no, a hundred times worse than flying in the 21st century. In 1942, air travel was still an adventure. Planes still had propellors, and had to stop at strange-sounding places to refuel on their way across the world. Sure, they weren't going all around the world, but it didn't matter! Krystal didn't even care that the plane was American-made (as the hero had told her a thousand time already) - in fact, she would have preferred it to have been Australian-made, thank you very much!

Across from Krystal, Mayling was sitting in her seat, and involved in a lengthy conversation with China about Hello Kitty/Shinatty-Chan. Why did China call it Shinatty-Chan, and who was that guy with the big cat head that had waved to them from the island as the plane had taken off?

Krystal was starting to get freaked out by everything that was going on around her. She had accepted that everyone around her (except for Mayling, of course) was a nation, but France and Russia were starting to really creep her out. China and Mayling seemed to be hitting it off, but the former seemed to get annoyed as easily as Mayling did, so Krystal tried to avoid him. She also tried to avoid America, because he just flat out annoyed her. The only ones Krystal thought she might get along with were England (he had a temper, too, but seemed to be able to keep it in check, plus he believed in magic and was nice, besides), Canada (he hardly said a word and seemed shy, like Emma) and Australia (naturally). However, England was currently flying the plane, Australia was co-piloting, and Canada had fallen asleep, using his pet polar bear as a pillow.

Krystal glanced around the cabin. Russia was also asleep (thank God), but where had he gone to get that metal pipe? And, were those bloodstains on it?!

America was reading a comic book, Transformers, by the looks of it. Krystal hadn't been aware that Transformers were around in the 1940's, but she made a mental note to tell Emma, who loved Transformers, later on.

Just thinking about their missing friend made Krystal sad. Would Emma be okay, or would they find her in a terrible state? Krystal knew that the Japanese soldiers and the German soldiers had been very cruel to their prisoners of war (especially the Japanese soldiers) and she was trying not to worry, but it didn't work.

Krystal's large brown eyes filled with tears, and she quickly swiped at them with the back of her hand, but somebody noticed.

"Tu vas bien, mon cher?" A voice asked her, and Krystal looked up to see France holding out a tissue to her, which she accepted, though she had no idea what he'd said because she didn't speak in French.

Luckily, Canada was also awake by this stage, and translated: "He wants to know if you're alright, Krystal." He said quietly.

Krystal sighed. "My best friend is missing, I'm on a plane and I hate flying, and I'm in another world. Why wouldn't I be okay?"

France glanced at Canada. "She has a point, mon ami..." He then turned back to Krystal, and said: "Do not worry, ma cheri. We will find your précieux Emma. If the plane crashes, we all will save you, as we are immortel. And, as for being in another world..."

"Wait, what does immortel mean?" She asked, reaching across and patting Kumajirou's head.

Canada surrendered the bear to Krystal, and translated: "It means 'immortal'. We can't die, eh."

Krystal was shocked. "Can't die? But...then...how...?"

"We can handle most things that happen to us, ma cheri." France explained. "Like Amérique getting hit by the big jetant étoile today. Though, I am hoping to be able to get rid of that annoying Angleterre one day..."
"I heard that, you frog!"

"Eyes on the skies, mate."

Krystal just shook her head. "This is weirding me out..." She glanced down at Kumajirou, and he turned his head up to look up at her. "Kumajirou, I could make a nice scarf for you, like I made for my pet doggie. Would you like that?"

"Sure." Kumajirou said simply, nuzzling up against her arm.

"You sew?" France asked, suddenly interested.

Krystal nodded. "I studied sewing and get my certificate for it...oh, but I guess girls don't do that in this era." She rolled her eyes. "Figures...who do they think's doing all the manual labour back home, whilst you men are off fighting in your war? The women, that's who!"

"Yes, femmes are quite wonderful, are they not?" France said dreamily.

"Femmes?" America repeated, glancing up from his comic book. "Dude, that's totally out of Transformers! Do you watch it or something?"

Krystal rolled her eyes, again, and then just happened to glance out the window. "Oh my God!" She cried, making everyone jump and startling Russia out of his sleep.

"Oh, are we there already?" The tall, Russian man wanted to know.

"I wish!" Krystal exclaimed. "Just look out the window!"

Everybody looked.

"Oh dear..." Mayling muttered, seeing the dark, angry clouds outside. She immediately snapped Krystal's window shade up.

America made his way to the front of the plane, spoke briefly with England and Australia, and then returned with the two bushy-browed nations.

"Folks," America said calmly. "We're about to fly into the worst storm ever. For our own safety, we are going to have to abandon this righteous plane, and jump."

Everyone else but Krystal and Mayling nodded.

"What do you mean, jump?" Mayling raised an eyebrow, and then swatted China's hand away when he made to unbuckle her seatbelt for her. "We can't jump from this high up, we'll all perish!"

"They won't, on account of they're immortal." Krystal said, as Canada stood up and took Kumajirou from her. Krystal then decided to unbuckle her own seatbelt and, after a moment or too, Mayling did so with hers. They stood up, shakily.

"It's alright, loves, we'll be parachuting," England said, and that was when the two girls noticed the others slipping into parachutes. "We can double up."

France looked up eagerly. "Ohonhonhon, I would be most happy to..."

"I'm going with China!" Mayling said quickly, grabbing the hand of the nation in question, who looked surprised, but agreed to get her back to Earth safely.

The plane was shaking by this stage, the Auto-Pilot not liking this kind of weather. Or, maybe it was shaking because Krystal was shaking so much. She trembled at the thought of free-falling, even if it was with an immortal nation.

Just then, a hand touched her shoulder. She looked into the calm green eyes of England.

"We'll be fine love, I promise." England told her and, somehow, Krystal believed him.

She allowed herself to be strapped to the blonde nation, and then America opened the hatch at the back of the plane.

Air rushed around them, whipping their hair back and forth. Mayling noticed that America and Canada had somehow substituted their glasses for goggles, and yelled above the wind to ask China for a pair of goggles, too.

"There's no time, aru!" China called back to her, as they walked kind of weirdly towards the open hatch. "Just put them in your pocket and hold on!"

So Mayling did so and, a second later, China had jumped, and the two of them were falling through the storm, towards the...sea?

France followed next, and Canada (with Kumajirou) jumped just after him. Russia went next, and then Australia (with Edward).

When it was America's turn to jump, he held his arms out dramatically, and yelled: "To infinity...and beyoooond!"

Krystal and England rolled their eyes.

"I swear, if America EVER meets Emma, those two will hit it off and probably get married!" Krystal yelled, cringing at the very thought of her best friend as a blushing bride.

"Let's hope not, love!" England responded, cringing at the thought of lots of little Americas running around.

They jumped, leaving the doomed plane to get battered in the storm and blown to bits, while the waves rushed up to meet them...

Mayling coughed and spluttered, trying to hold onto her glasses and onto China's hand, as he dragged her across the sand-bank. The storm was still pounding them, but they'd managed to land near an island, and were currently making their way towards it. Without her glasses, Mayling couldn't see much, and was relying on China to get her to land safely.

She thought she heard somebody sloshing through the waves to her left, and then heard him say: "Crikey! This is worse than the time New Zealand and I stormed Gallipoli, aye Edward?!" Mayling pictured Edward clinging to his master's neck, terrified.

So, Australia had made it through the jump, as well.

What about the others? What about Krystal? Were she and England okay?!

A second set of hands grabbed Mayling's arm, and she heard America shout: "Don't worry, dudette, the hero's gotcha!"

"Where's Krystal?!" Mayling tried to say, but her teeth were chattering so much, she thought she might bite her tongue off if she tried to speak, so she settled for allowing the two nations to half-drag her to shore, where she wiped off her glasses hurriedly and put them back on.

The rain had cleared up slightly, so Mayling was able to see that they were on a tropical island of sorts, with the palm trees being harassed by the weather. Standing on the beach with her were China, America, Australia, Russia and France, who was helping Canada to his feet. Kumajirou's fur was sticking up all over the place but he, like Edward and everybody else, seemed no worse for wear.

But, what about Krystal and England?!

Mayling scanned the water in a panic, but couldn't see any sign of her best friend, or the tea-loving nation that had jumped with her!

"Dudes, where's England and Krystal?" America was looking around, also. "Cause', I don't see em', anywhere..."

"They must not have made it, da." Russia stated.

Mayling glared at him. "Don't you dare say that, Russia!" She snapped, but China grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

"I'll go out and see if I can find them." Australia volunteered.

"Aiya, you cannot go out there, it's suicide, aru!" China warned him, and then flinched when Mayling gave a deep shudder.

One of my best friends has been captured by an enemy nation, and now my other best friend has drowned at sea! Oh, why couldn't we have gotten transported to The Little Mermaid or something?! Mayling thought, putting her face in her hands.

Instantly, the other nations surrounded her, to offer their comfort, but Mayling pushed them away.

"Come on, they may have washed up further along the beach somewhere!" Mayling stated, as the weather died down a bit more. "I'll go with China, France and Australia! Canada, America and Russia, you go the other way! Come on!" She took off up the beach, with China, France and Australia following her...

As Krystal made her way to the shore, dragging England along with her, she mentally berated the blonde-haired nation for not mentioning to her that he couldn't swim! Why hadn't he told her before they'd jumped?!

So that you wouldn't worry anymore, Krystal. A tiny voice said at the back of her brain. Krystal tried to ignore it. Her legs felt weird and heavy, like they were tied together or something, but she couldn't stop to see if the parachute had tangled them up or not. She felt like she was caught in a rip current, and being pushed away from the shore that she could see.

She forced herself to keep on swimming, pushing towards the shore and, at once, a strange power seemed to fill her. The blue star she was wearing around her neck (the necklace had somehow not broken off in the storm) suddenly glowed, with a soft blue light, and Krystal found herself able to move again, and swim more freely, but she wasn't sure why. She just kept a hold on England, and swam parallel to the shore, like she'd been taught to do in swimming classes during their Rip Current Lessons...

Mayling came to a stop on the shore, shielding her eyes against the light rain. She saw something glowing in the water, just beyond where the waves were breaking. "Is that...?" Mayling gasped. "It is!" It was the same light she'd seen when Krystal got sucked into this anime-ish world a few nights ago! That must have been coming from her pendant! "There she is!" Mayling pointed frantically out at the sea.

"I see them!" Australia had already given Edwrad to France and hit the water, moving faster than Mayling would have thought was possible, if they hadn't been in an anime, that is.

"I will tell the others, aru!" China took off in the opposite direction.

France stayed on the shore, holding Mayling's hand (maybe to try and stop her from dashing into the waves, like she wanted to). Together they watched, as the figures of Australia and Krystal got closer. Krystal's necklace was still glowing, providing a sort of beacon for them. Together, she and Australia were holding onto England's limp form, as a gigantic wave washed all three of them up onto the beach.

"Oh no..." Mayling muttered, and she and France hurried over to where Krystal and Australia were hunched over England's limp form. The blonde-haired nation wasn't moving and, on closer inspection, he wasn't breathing, either...

Mayling glanced at Krystal, and then her eyes widened. "Krystal, y-your legs!"

France saw too, and he gasped. "Oh, mon Dieu!"

Krystal looked up at them, her large brown eyes unusually bright. "Never mind about them!" She snapped, as the waves crashed around where her legs had once been. "Mayling, help me with CPR!"

Mayling nodded quickly, practically shoved France and Australia out of the way, and began pumping her hands to the center of England's chest, two inches, thirty times.

Krystal then tilted England's head back and lifted his chin. She then pinched his nose, placed her mouth over his, and blew air into his lungs twice, for two seconds.

Mayling repeated the chest pumps, and Krystal repeated the breathing. England still hadn't revived, even as China returned with the others.

America pushed his way to the front of the pack. "Dudes, what's going...?" He trailed off, catching sight of the two girls performing CPR on his former guardian. His eyes then widened at the sight of Krystal. "Dudette, what happened to your legs?!"

She didn't answer him and, instead, continued trying to revive England. There were tears in her eyes now, which fell, and mingled with the rain on her face, but everybody saw them.

Mayling stopped after awhile, and looked stunned. It hadn't worked.

The other nations froze, realising what had just happened, but Krystal refused to give in.

"Don't you dare die!" Krystal shouted, her hands shaking now. "You're supposed to be immortal, England! You have to help us get back to our own world! You believe in magic, so be like Harry Potter and come back to life!" She threw her right hand up in the air and, as she did, her necklace glowed again, and a massive stream of water was drawn from England's lungs, as Krystal's hand glowed in the same colour as her pendant.

The nations and Mayling all looked stunned, but none of them were more shocked or surprised than Krystal herself, as the water dissolved and, as if God was watching, the clouds began to disperse, showing moonlight above their heads from the full moon.

Everyone waited in silence, staring at Krystal staring at England.

The waves washed around them, as England suddenly stirred.

The blonde-haired nation suddenly coughed, and then sputtered, before his green eyes flew open, and he saw Krystal silhouetted against the pale moon, water dripping off her face.

"Th-thanks...love..." England said weakly, and everybody sighed with relief.

"He's alright, aru!" China exclaimed.

"Thank goodness." Mayling nodded. "But, Krystal...umm...?"

Krystal glanced at her, and then picked up her necklace, which (like her hands) had stopped glowing.

England sat up slowly, supported by Australia, and then he caught sight of Krystal properly. "Bloody Hell...?!" England cried.

"What?" Krystal asked, and then glanced down to her right. "Hmm...?" Her eyes just about bugged out of her head, and she let out a short scream.

"Now, Krystal, don't panic, aru..." China began, but he was cut off by Mayling.

"Don't worry, she's not panicking." Mayling sighed.

Krystal seemed to be frozen in shock, as the moonlight glittered off her scales. Where her legs had been was now a shimmering blueish-green mermaid's tail. Krystal moved it, touching a hand to the edge of the fins. So, it was her tail, after all...it wasn't green, like Ariel's, but it was still a beautiful colour, like Athena's...

Krystal took a deep breath, and then she cried: "I'm a mermaid! Yes!" She moved her arms in the little 'boogie' dance.

"But...how...?" France wanted to know.

Mayling shook her head. "It's better not to question it." She smiled at Krystal, who was looking out at the waves. Looks like she finally got a dream come true...but, what was with those powers?

As if reading her mind, Krystal glanced up at her friend with a huge smile, and asked her: "So, now do you believe in magic?"

Mayling found herself nodding. "I'm convinced. Magic is really. Especially after seeing the way you revived England..." She hugged her best friend. "Way to go, little mermaid..."

"Well, I'm not convinced!" America said loudly, crossing his arms. "But, dudette, that was, like, totally cool, like super hero powers! You should become my sidekick!"

Krystal raised an eyebrow at him. "Hell no." She replied, and England laughed softly.

"Well, now what do we do?" Australia looked around. "Krystal, is there some way you can...I dunno...go back to being a human for a little while? Only, we really need to find out where we are, sheila..."

Krystal shrugged. "I dunno...I'm just as confused by this as the rest of you are...but, maybe, it's like in H2O: Just Add Water."

"What's that?" Everyone but Mayling asked.

"It's an Australian show, but I guess it hasn't been written here yet." Krystal explained, adjusting the sleeve of her blouse slightly. "It's about these three girls that turn into mermaids whenever they touch water. Maybe, just maybe, if I get out of the water, I'll turn back into a human..." And, hopefully, I'll turn back into a mermaid when I get back in the water...

Australia shrugged. "It's worth a shot. America, help me out here, mate." He said and, together, the two allies dragged Krystal the mermaid up onto the sand.

As soon as she was out of the water, Krystal's tail shimmered and glowed, before transforming back into her legs, thankfully, her skirt and underwear returned, as well (much to France's disappointment). She got shakily to her feet, and then looked back at the others.

"Well." Mayling said.

"Well." China agreed.

Krystal was grinning by this stage. "I LOVE this place!"