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

[Chapter 23]

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Alfred calls for a brief halt in their slow progress once they hit the next intersection, having already taken out the patrol just passing by with a few good shots and dragging their bodies into the side room the group was huddled in while they watched the corridor. The rest of his group took the chance to snack on a ration bars, no one uttering a word while he thought of what to do next.

'O'Neill's already found the prisoners,' he noted with approval, having felt the group make their way back to the entrance while his group circled around the long way. 'Just need to find the last group and we can get out of here and set off the nuke.'

Despite his earlier bravado with the special ops leader, he was not at all eager to set off another one of those weapons, no matter how he tried to justify it to himself. Everything echoed far too closely to what he'd told himself during the end of WW2 and for a good chunk of the Cold War, which was enough to leave him leery.

He didn't know the full story here, only what he'd been told by the people on the planet below them, so how could he justify sending who could easily be innocent soldiers to their deaths when the only one he could reasonably pull the trigger against was the being leading them?

(Were his own soldiers much different in their loyalty? He just didn't know enough about these people to say for sure.)

Alfred sighed, closing his eyes while he shook his head. He'd already commit himself to the plan the moment he came up here, and to go back would only leave an angry alien overlord demanding their blood and possibly, he feared, the rest of Earth as well. And if there was one thing he was not going to risk, it was his people - his world's people.

Which meant using the third directed nuclear strike against an enemy in history.

Fuck.

"Sir?" Nguyen asked, drawing his attention away from the hall. "Should we check in with Colonel O'Neill now?"

Alfred hummed in thought, getting a feel for where the other groups were in regards to them and estimating how long it would take for everyone to get back together. "I think now's as good a time as any to try."

He brought the radio up to his mouth, glancing between the others of his group as he called in, "O'Neill, this is Jones, over."

They waited out the next thirty seconds in silence, and Alfred scowled before trying again. "This is Jones calling in, do you read this, over."

After another short pause Alfred groaned, slamming a fist gently into the wall behind him. "Damnit, the walls must be absorbing the signal. Alright, new plan - we're going to head to the left and try and loop around to meet up with O'Neill's group. If we don't run into them within twenty minutes, we'll turn around and return the way we came, hopefully meeting up with them at the entrance."

"What if they're captured, sir?" Hill asked, though he didn't sound happy to bring up the possibility.

"I don't know," The Nation sighed. "But for right now, we need to keep moving so we don't get captured ourselves; I'll think of something if it turns out they are."

That much, at least, was the truth - he wasn't going to leave anyone back here if he could avoid it, even if it meant going in on his own to break any stragglers out before setting off the bomb. It'd probably piss off a lot of people once they found out, but he'd deal with them when the time came.

"Everyone done eating?" He glanced around the group, confirming all of them were ready and holding the weapons they'd salvaged from the dropped guards. "Then let's get moving."

The hallways were silent aside from their own careful footsteps, slowly raising the tension of the group as they failed to run into another group of guards even though all logic said they should have at this point. Nelson, their rear guard, paused their progress once when he thought he spied movement, but with no one leaping out at them they eventually started to press on.

As focused as they were on the hall in front of and behind them, no one noticed the wall beside them slide open until they heard the battle shout of the enemy, snapping all of them back to real time as they drew their weapons and turned to face the small squad that had gotten the jump on them.

Nelson got hit first, the blast sending him almost to the far wall before he crumpled to the floor. Alfred managed to shove Dr. Sutters out of the way of another blast only to be targeted by three others, hitting the floor hard when two of the lights connected at once. As his vision glazed over, he swore, hoping that this wouldn't compromise him in the long run.

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Alex held up his hand to bring the other two to a halt, even though it wasn't really necessary at this point since his companions were also adept at making out the bootsteps of the enemy. The current group approaching sounded larger than the others, making the decision to wait for them to pass an easy one for all three of them.

"Do you think the others have made it out yet?" Reilly asked quietly, holding the second staff he'd nabbed close to his chest.

"Probably," Alex replied just as quietly. "But they'll need time to reach the colonel and get the address out of here."

Ferretti shook his head. "I still can't believe we've managed to last this long; you'd think these guys would change up strategies by now, wouldn't you?"

"I'd rather not jinx us, thanks," The Canadian replied dryly. "Remember last time you mentioned that?"

"How was I supposed to know he'd recover that fast?" Ferretti complained. "There's something going on with them and those snake things in their guts."

"Shh," Reilly gestured out the doorway they were huddled in, just in time for the enemy group to come marching by, unconscious bodies hanging between them-

"Shit," Alex swore under his breath. "They have the colonel."

"And some new guys," Ferretti pointed out. "You think command sent through a rescue squad?"

"That's what I'm thinking," Reilly replied. "You know we're gonna have to bust those guys out of here, right?"

Alex and Ferretti glanced to each other and back to the third member of the group. Honestly, there was no way they would consider leaving their commanding officer behind, especially after his probably hijacking of command's orders to rescue them in turn.

"Let's do this."

They waited five beats before stepping back out, all three of them checking their small weapons stash to make sure all of them had cooled down enough to use again before taking a step-

They heard something behind them and twirled, drawing staves against the guns leveled at them into a short lived ceasefire until they recognized each other. "Colonel O'Neill?"

"You three have caused quite a bit of trouble, haven't you?" The older man replied, grinning as he gestured down the hall. "Saw the damage you did to the panels and doorways - nice job."

"Did you locate the others, sir?" Alex asked, still shocked that they'd sent the man.

"They're off this ship by now, which you would be as well if you'd thought to stick with them."

Ferretti swallowed but stood firm. "We didn't know at the time there was going to be a rescue team, so we based our split on the fact that someone had to draw the guards away from the civilians, sir."

O'Neill gave them a hard look before nodding. "Can't say I blame you there, but in any case, we need to head back to meet with the others and get out of here so we can blow the ship out of the sky."

"We can't, sir," Alex replied, grimacing. "A patrol just went by, and they have Colonel Jones."

O'Neill swore loudly before calming himself down, piercing Alex with his gaze. "You have any spare armor around? We're going to need it to break those idiots out of this place alive."

"Yessir," The Canadian replied, grateful to have the backup for their new mission.

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AN: Whoops, did I kill off Alfred? Silly me! But in all seriousness if you expect me to keep him dead then you clearly don't know me all that well. Also doing that would go against canon for BOTH series so who am I to deny such powerful forces?

In related news, I have recently come to a revelation that should if nothing else allow me to do a lot of things I didn't think I could do without leaning towards the reasonable edge of suspension of disbelief, which I will get into sometime in the distant future but not for now, because as things stand I like leaving a few surprises lying around to pick up later.