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

Author: Ashynarr

Summary: It was the discovery of the century. A device 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 11]

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Alfred's mouth was pressed into a thin line, his expression matching the atmosphere of the rest of the room as the news they'd just recently received sank in.

"We can't bring him back into active duty right now," Matthew eventually started, looking around at the other high ranking officials. "With his current mental state he's more likely to take risks we can't afford, which might jeopardize the lives of the people and the mission itself."

General Clements nodded. "What Colonel O'Neill needs right now is time to recover and a military psychologist to keep him from doing anything rash."

General West frowned. "That still means we have no one qualified at this time to lead the mission to the new world. The amount of time and paperwork it would take to transfer someone else in and bring them up to speed would set us back at least a month in operations."

"Is there anyone we could promote?" The Canadian personification asked. "There has to be someone who's ready for the position."

"No one who could lead a mission like this," General West shook his head.

Alfred, who had remained thoughtfully quiet all this time, finally stepped into the conversation. "I'll lead it."

All conversation dropped, heads turning to face the young American. He continued, looking more certain of himself. "I've been part of this program longer than almost anyone else still alive besides Dr. Langford. All the people here know me and trust me already, and I am more than capable of leading a mission of this scope-"

"Out of the question. We have no idea what would happen to someone of your nature should you travel through the Stargate, and if something happened on the other side we have no clue what could happen to you."

Alfred frowned, matching the General's own. "I know my connection holds just fine with people even with the immense distances - that's how I knew Dr. Littlefield was still alive once I checked. And there's no reason to think my capabilities as a Nation will be affected by distance - we've fought wars and been killed on foreign soils for hundreds and thousands of years without any issues, and this shouldn't be any different because it's a bit further away-"

"A bit?" Matthew interrupted, incredulous. "We're talking hundreds of lightyears, Alfred! And it was just one person that far away out of millions; none of us have ever been out of Earth's atmosphere-"

"I have." Alfred looked to the others. "Only a few times, but I've gone with Tony into Earth orbit and I've been fine. If I remember correctly everyone said the same thing about airplanes before they became a common form of transportation."

"This is still a whole degree of difference from all of those, though." The Canadian Nation shook his head. "And we just can't know how it'll affect you."

Alfred threw his arms out helplessly. "My country and people are healthy, and I'm going to have my own people and yours with me when I go there. I'm willing to take the risk - I want to take the risk. What if for some reason we need to abandon the base and retreat through the Stargate? We need to know how travelling through and past it will affect us, and there's no better time than now."

"And what if it does?" General West intervened. "What will happen if you get killed going through it?"

"At worst, I'll be replaced." Alfred's shrug made his brother's posture tense, and he could already hear the rant about his self-preservation instincts on his lips. "But you have to consider, I am a literal personification of the concept of America. There's no reason to think that I wouldn't be just as strong on the other side of the universe as I am here on Earth, because the idea of me wouldn't change at all."

"We have no reason to think you would be, either." His lips were pressed together. "Even if we wanted to, sending you through would require permission from the President."

"I'll talk to him, too. Right now, you guys don't have any other options that won't cost us time and trouble. I've made my offer, it's up to you and the boss to decide if you're gonna take it."

And there really wasn't anything left for him to say after that, was there? Alfred stood from his seat and left, not even surprised to hear a hasty set of footsteps soon come after him. Matthew pulled him to the side, looking angry enough to potentially give another of his famous hour-long rants.

"What the hell are you thinking, Al?" The Canadian snapped out, eyes ablaze.

"We don't have any other options right now, Matt, you know that."

"You could die! For good!" And that was the crux of the problem. The fire in Matthew's gaze started to dampen. "I'm not going to lose my brother to his own overconfidence."

Alfred's gaze softened. "I'm not going to die, promise."

"You can't promise that."

The southern Nation pulled his brother into a hug. "I'm not gonna let something that dumb kill me, kay? I really want to do this, and not just to see if it's safe."

Matthew pulled back enough to look at his brother as the American continued, "I've wanted to go to other worlds for ages now, even before Neil and Buzz and NASA and the Space Race. This might be my only chance, even if my boss allows it this time, I can't say whether I'll ever have a chance again."

The Canadian was silent for a long while, his wet chuckles eventually breaking the tension. "God, you're such a weirdo."

Alfred laughed as well, ruffling his brother's hair to mild protests. "Nah, just a space nerd with a taste for adventure."

Matthew was smiling now, small as it was. "Fine, I'll let you have you fun, if you swear you'll come back alive. I don't want to deal with training up your replacement."

"And everyone thinks you're the responsible one?" The older brother teased. "But it'll be fine; the first thing we're gonna do is figure out the address back, and if anything goes wrong we'll be able to come back through the Ring then."

"You'd better."

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AN: This entire chapter is basically my reasoning to get Alfred onto Abydos instead of Jack. Because first off, why would you send a guy who just lost his son and his wife on a dangerous mission? That seems like a bad idea for so many reasons I can't even begin to describe. Second, I want a good reason to have interactions with my Abydos!OC which only makes sense with another Nation involved. Thirdly, I want to establish the range and limits of what Nations can do involving the Stargate for reasons down the line.

And lastly, I just want Alfred kicking butt and being awesome on Abydos. Just plain and simple. I am a simple person with simple needs sometimes.

I should mention, if it wasn't already obvious, the timeline for my Abydos will be different from the movie, so yeah, I hope you'll all enjoy the new variant of the story! I know I'll be having fun writing it.

Edit: The question was rhetorical, alright? I KNOW why they sent Jack in the movie, JFC, I don't need everyone to tell me something I already know. I was just SAYING that in a genuine military operation that was planned to stay longterm his mindset would bethe LAST thing desired onboard. That's all. JFC people.