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

[Inspired by Stargate Reopened; I recommend reading it if you have the time.]

[Chapter 24]

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"You are quite the stubborn young man, aren't you?" Her voice feels like a kind smile, or perhaps a small grin. "Out of all those who could have found the Stargate, I find myself glad it was you. Few others would have chosen to do what you have, and fewer yet would be capable of succeeding."

You feel warmth settle over your heart briefly, a burst of amusement and pride that isn't your own.

"Don't give up just yet - your people are counting on you, America."

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Alfred woke up in a dimly lit box, with the taste of ash in his mouth, and thought to himself, 'fuck.'

His body wasn't aching nearly as much as he'd thought it would be after just recovering, but he had no idea how long he'd been knocked out - no, he was actually awake earlier than usual, only twenty minutes between his death and waking up. It usually took around an hour to recover depending on the circumstances if he hadn't been too bodily wounded, so what was going on?

Shit, how was he going to play it off? He'd died in front of his own men, and if they saw him just get up there'd be so much paperwork it'd be a pain, and that wasn't counting what he'd have to do with the Canadians!

(Mattie was going to kill him. And probably recruit Ginny to help, since his States had to have felt the backlash even from here.)

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, deciding he'd deal with it after he got his men out of here. Their presences were nearby, with a few others a bit farther away, and the rest down below - huh, wait, was that-

The casket he was in opened, the top peeling away smoothly and blinding him temporarily with the outside light. He bit back a groan, deciding to play dead just a longer in case he could glean something important first.

"Do not think you can fool my eyes, mortal," A voice growled in Abydonian above him, right before a metal clad hand reached in to drag him up forcefully and sparking a fit of rebellion as he snapped to full attention. He had a hand on the soldier's arm ready to crush it before he remembered their audience, forcing himself to merely glower at the guard before turning his attention to the speaker.

"Our final guest awakes," The man - the one Soona had told him of? - seemed pleased, lounging back in his chair and surrounded by children as richly dressed as he was. If there was a spark of the human still in there, it was buried underneath the cruel pleasure of the being controlling him. "As you can see, even death is nothing to the power of the gods."

...wait, was this guy taking credit for reviving him? He glanced down to the box, realizing that it had what looked to be complex wireline running al throughout it, and wondered if it actually was a healing chamber of some kind like the being claimed. If it was…

Well then. Time to play his role.

Alfred's eyes widened, his gaze going back to the would-be god. "Why would you bother?"

Ra tilted his chin up in contempt. "How else to prove my might? You have proven yourselves resourceful and strong - bow to me and I will spare your lives and those of the people below. If not…"

The man gestured to two of his soldiers, who bowed and turned to open the door from which he could sense a few of his men - including O'Neill. Two others walked in, carrying a sickeningly familiar box between them. "Your world sent this weapon as a message. I intend to use it as one myself, to leave no doubts as to who rules all."

"You would murder the people here just to send a message?" Alfred gaped at the sheer cruelty of the idea, suppressing the gag reflex from the memories of the other two bombs he'd dropped.

"As satisfying as that would be, they are needed to mine the naquadah here. I have a much better place in mind."

He glanced from Ra to his men, who all looked beaten and bruised but thankfully alive and intact. They all looked a shade paler as well, mouths twisted into grimaces in some knowledge he hadn't gleaned from them yet.

"He knows the address to Earth, sir," Abigail replied to his silent question wearily, the words punching him in the gut.

No, every instinct in his body screamed at once, turning back to the would-be god with a glare fierce enough to scare down the Soviet Union at its prime. He felt a twinge of grim satisfaction at the brief spark of fear he caught before it was covered up, Ra once again centering himself as the one in control of the situation.

Thankfully the guard that had dragged him up had long ago been called back to Ra's side, or Alfred would have likely crushed his arm during that rush of fury. The staff weapon was leveled at him, though he could see the hinted waver in it at the indirect effects.

(He felt bad for scaring the kids, slightly, but he had other things to worry about right now.)

"What will it be, mortal? Your home, or theirs?"

Alfred straightened up in his seat, a refusal on his lips, right before the doors were blasted open and momentary chaos overtook the room. He used the opportunity to leap out of the box and down the steps, freeing those who were part of his squad while the rescue crew drew the attention of the soldiers while waving for a weapon to be tossed his way.

Jack seemed to understand, for one of the staves flew over to him, clattering right by his legs before he snatched it up, activated it the way he'd seen the soldiers do, and turned to aim right at the god-

And stopped, seeing the kids surround him as a living shield, one that even as furious as he was he could not pull the trigger on, because while once merely knocked you out, there was no reason for Ra to not hold up the unconscious forms to shield him further.

Jack seemed to feel the same, for his weapon also started to lower slightly after the last of the guards in the room were knocked out. Ra used their hesitation to his advantage, calling out for more guards and watching from behind his shield as several dozen poured in, all weapons aimed right at them.

This was a fight they couldn't win. Alfred allowed his staff to drop after a moment, holding back the urge to keep fighting regardless as his men slowly followed suit. The guards stepped forward, kicking or removing the weapons before roughly forcing everyone's hand behind them and pinning them in place.

He could break out of this, and his people were all alive and conscious. He looked to Jack, whose uncovered face said enough about his opinion of the issue.

"You have made your choice, then," Ra declared, his shield dispersed now that the threat was gone. "You will be executed at dawn, and the people of this world will forever know what comes of standing against me."

Not if Alfred could help it.

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AN: We're actually much closer to the end of this arc than I thought earlier, but what with writing out the rest of the arc it struck me I don't have as much to get through in order to make it all coherent and solid. So maybe two more chapters of action, then two or three of debriefing and unwinding, and then we'll probably get into the next arc.

After that... I dunno. It's fun writing Alfred's adventures in this universe, but at the same time the series has a TON of material that might take ages to get through even if I work at it all nonstop. Not to mention I don't want this to be the fic that keeps going long after it reached a satisfying endpoint, so... hrm. Will think on it more later I think.