Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, The Division, Halo, and Star Wars.
Just a quick note, there will be past/future people in the room. For example, Jonathan (WW2) will be identified as James, also included in the reading/watching, while Zero (also Jonathan) is included. When the watching does begin, it will be italicized rather than bolded or underlined. People in the watching that are directly seen will be italicized. A Jedi version of Jonathan will be underlined.
Chapter 2: Awakenings and Notes
Jonathan groaned as he forced his eyes to open. There were three things he immediately noticed. The first one was that he was apparently in a room with a grey ceiling (only because he'd known beforehand that the meeting room ceiling was white). The second thing was that the ground was fairly comfortable. The third thing he noticed (when he turned his head) was his godly parent. "Dad!" He cried out, and the others came to.
"Jonathan?" Thalia asked.
"Hey Thals, Percy, Annabeth." He said, wincing as an old leg injury, from 1988, throbbed. He spotted some heavily armoured* people in a corner, but they also appeared to be waking up. Then he heard an eerily identical groan to his own, shortly followed by another. He turned his head, and almost instantly, he wished he hadn't. There, in front of him, was Jordan, and himself.
"Jordie?" The younger/past self asked groggily. Then he apparently realized where the hell he was, and instinctively moved himself in front of his twin. Jonathan held up his hands in a surrender position and approached slowly, maintaining eye contact.
"It's okay. You're okay." He murmured, letting the sincerity of his words fall onto the thirty-one year old. Just as he had expected, the Canadian soldier calmed down. He looked around again, this time seeing someone with long brown hair and a scar running down the right side of his face. He also spotted another armoured form, also waking up. Jonathan blinked, then shot a look towards Britain.
The Brit looked scandalized. "I didn't do anything!" Arthur said. Jonathan looked around again, this time noticing a table that definitely hadn't been there before, along with some chairs.
"The fuck?" Someone asked, and Jonathan nodded his agreement. Once again, there was a flash, and a note came fluttering down to rest on the table. Everyone was further away from it than Jordan, so the private got up and began to read.
Dear Nations/Jedi/Clones/Agents/Demigods/Demigoddesses/SPARTANS/Wizards/Witches/Gods and Goddesses:
You have been summoned here, because not only would this prevent a few future major wars and a plague or two, but because this is required in order to prevent the demise of the universe/life as we know it. There is a twist: Every single injury (Example would be getting shot) will hurt as much as they did when the injury was received. This also includes mental and emotional pain. Signed,
the Fates, the Force, Magic, and the Ancients.
PS: It is not your fault Jonathan.
After the note had been read, there was a small moment of peace before Jonathan yawned.
"Fuck my life," he said, "now it's 12 at night and I am exhausted from earlier. Good night." He walked out of the room, down a hallway typically used if the meeting went too long. Percy snickered.
"You gonna take your girlfriend with you?" He called.
"SHE IS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!" Jonathan yelled. He paused at a door that had both his and Katyusha's names on it. Then he cursed to himself. Sighing, the soldier opened the door, closed it, and went to bed. After an hour of tossing and turning, he finally fell asleep.
Alright, so I'm actually working on Within Darkness now, but since the author (you) can apparently vote on their own polls, I have decided, despite my own better judgement, that Madeleine is the same height as Katyusha.