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 27]

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"...after that, Dr. Jackson and I spoke to the chief's daughter and decided that future trade relations and an outpost on Abydos wouldn't be out of the question in the future should we choose to pursue it." Alfred finished, looking remarkably calm for someone who had literally just reported his death and 'resurrection' with the help of the alien posing as a god.

'Fine, let him be calm,' Matthew decided with a bit more anger than was probably necessary right now, when his boss and military needed him to be able to help decide what they were doing to do with an entire planet of grateful, liberated slaves living hundreds of lightyears away. 'Maybe I'll be able to smack more sense into him later if Ginny doesn't get to him first.'

He could only think God or whoever else was watching out for them that Alfred had been damned lucky that god had chosen to accept credit for the American personifications' rebirth, meaning they didn't have to cover their asses on how he'd survived what otherwise seemed to be assured death. Matthew would have been contemplating far worse than a few smacks and some yelling if that were the case.

"Is that everything?" The president asked, hiding his expression behind his hands, though the Canadian was rather sure he was annoyed Alfred had taken such unnecessary risks, no matter that it had turned out good.

To the other Nation's left, Colonel O'Neill nodded. "That matches up with everything I've been a part of since I was sent in, sir."

"Right then," General West nodded to the man. "You're dismissed, O'Neill; Jones, I want some more information about this oracle woman you spoke to."

O'Neill saluted and left, the door clicking behind him and leaving only those who knew the personifications for who and what they were. Alfred let his stance slouch slightly, drooped in sudden exhaustion. "Is that what you really want, or is there something else?"

"Knowing whether she's the local personification would help in terms of gauging relations," The Prime Minister stated, hands clasped together and resting on the table.

"Yes, she's Abydos, human name Soona. Turns out she's actually the original Egyptian personification from when Ra first arrived on the planet eleven thousand years ago."

Matthew's jaw dropped just a bit. "You're telling me she's more than twice as old as China and still alive?"

"Yeah, that was my reaction too. She's not that set in her ways though; I think she'd be more than open to cultural and educational efforts if we offered them so that she can catch up on what's happened to Earth since she was moved there." Alfred flashed a small grin at his brother, the grin fading away as he turned back to the others. "What else?"

"You died." Matthew spoke up, wanting to just get that out of the way. "And Ra claimed he was the one who brought you back?"

Alfred exhaled. "Apparently he had this coffin type thing serving as a high end regenerator - wires and everything inside it - and I woke up after only twenty minutes instead of the usual hour it takes to shake that sort of death off. Can't exactly tell you how it works, though - thing blew up with his ship, along with those small aircraft and whatever else he might've had on board."

"So no one knows of your oddities?"

The Nation paused with a frown, seeming to look all his people over mentally before shaking his head. "No one sir, as far as I can tell, although I think Dr. Jackson might have his suspicions. I doubt he'll push anything for a while, though, since he's still focused on what he and his team have managed to retrieve from the pyramid and the locals. Matt?"

The Canadian frowned and concentrated on his people who'd gone out there, shaking his head after a minute in relief. "Nothing here at all. At least you didn't fuck that up."

"Hey, I liberated an entire planet from an evil alien and got you a bunch of grateful locals open to trade, as well as new weapons to experiment with and a bunch of cultural and historical depictions from someone who lived through all that shit. The fact that I only have one guy dead from the whole thing says volumes about what I pulled off, especially since someone sent a goddamned nuke through as their emergency plan."

Matthew froze, voice going dangerously quiet once he found it again. "You said nothing about a nuke in your report."

"O'Neill knew what it was and so did I, but the others think it was just a huge wad of high-end explosives. The real question is, how exactly did the good general get his hands on one so quickly, not to mention the authorization to force me to launch the third nuke against an enemy force in my history?"

General West frowned, straightening at the stare he got from his Nation. "I got it just in case things went like this, because if nothing else it would act as a deterrent against following our people through the gate. I wasn't aware at the time that the alien had actually been to Earth before and would know where to go from Abydos, so I thought it would be our best defence against a force far beyond ours."

"That doesn't tell me where you got it from, General," Alfred replied.

"The NID," The president replied, drawing everyone else's attention. "He told me an hour after he received it, since he knew they shouldn't have been able to get a hold of one without my express permission. There's a gaping hole in our system somewhere, and he felt that his own career was worth sinking if it meant he could find out where this hole was and plug it."

Matthew's eyebrows rose, turning to face the General with a myriad of emotions running through him. On one hand, the man had gone around the president to get a nuke, and then proceeded to use it, but on the other he was actually apparently trying to do good after all, even as roundabout and insane as it was.

Alfred seemed to examine the man thoroughly, probably to be sure that was truly his intentions and nothing else. After a minute he closed his eyes and put a hand to his mouth, pulling it down and away slowly before he opened his eyes again. "I don't know whether to yell at you for forcing me to use a nuke again or congratulate you on a plan so nuts I wouldn't have come up with it. All I know is that I don't think I can trust you to continue running this program directly if you're going to go to those extremes on a situation you don't know everything about."

"You won't have to worry about it, since it's already been discussed well before your return and only solidified with your success," The president smiled grimly. "Officially, he's being promoted to the head of the newly formed Homeworld Security, there to coordinate additional troops and supply movement to the future of the Stargate Program without drawing more attention than necessary. The Canadians are filling a similar branch to coordinate with him, which will hopefully allow our main Air Force generals to return to their other duties instead of covering for this."

Alfred opened his mouth to complain.

"Unofficially," The president cut in, forcing Alfred to close his mouth with a bitter frown. "He's going to be keeping an eye on the people who might try and get an in with the program that shouldn't know about it, just in case they try for anything dangerous with the technologies we'll be retrieving. Threats aren't just aliens, after all."

The American personification nodded slowly, taking in a deep breath and exhaling before asking, "Who's replacing him here, then?"

"General Hammond," Matthew's own general replied. "On General West's recommendation."

Alfred frowned and nodded. "I can work with him, I think - he know about this yet?"

"He will in a few days," The president replied. "Was there anything else you wanted to discuss?"

Matthew's brother frowned for a minute, almost seeming ready to just end the meeting already, but closed his eyes and grimaced. "While I was talking to Abydos, I learned that the being posing as Ra wasn't actually an alien. He was one of her people, only not."

"Alfred, humans don't live that long, no matter the regenerative technology at hand," Matthew pointed out, confused.

"Humans on their own don't, no - humans with super healing, parasitic aliens inside them? Who knows at this point?"

"Parasites?"

"That's the closest word I was able to get from her explanation. 'The boy he took still walked and breathed, but it was Ra's eyes and voice in him commanding us through the chappa'ai to gather the minerals he so craved.' Ah, Chappa'ai is their term for the ring, and the minerals are apparently the stuff the locals were mining for him there, which I know a few of the eggheads want to study once they're allowed to go back."

"Parasites," General West replied slowly, looking only marginally less disturbed by the idea than the rest of the people there. "Are you sure they're capable of what you claim?"

"No, I don't - all I know is that the soldiers who didn't die recovered from being unconscious almost as fast I did from death, and that all of them have those snake things in them, even the dead guys. Got attacked by a few of the snakes as well while on his ship - if they aren't parasites, there's still something really creepy about them that should be studied as soon as possible."

"Do you think they're a threat to your kind?" The Prime Minister asked, concerned.

"...Soona seemed to think it's possible, but there's honestly no way to tell without testing, and there's obvious reasons I don't wanna do that without a minigun on hand and a sealed box."

The entire room was silent for a moment, realizing the threat they'd almost faced. "And none of your men are… infested, then?"

"None, thankfully, though you should keep the enemy guards on tight lockdown and hopefully sedate those things before they decide to try and escape."

"I doubt anyone will need motivation to keep all of them locked up indefinitely," The president agreed, standing up. "If that's everything, I think we can call a break to go over the reports individually and decide where we go from here. Oh, and America?"

"Yes boss?"

The man smiled tightly. "Good luck."

Alfred glanced to his brother, who had already stood up and was waiting impatiently for him. "Thank you sir; I think I'm gonna need it."

WIth that the assembly broke, the humans leaving fairly quickly and leaving just Matthew and Alfred in the room. Before the Canadian could begin the rant he'd been planning since he'd heard his soldier's panic over the radio, his brother turned to him and in short order closed the gap between them, pulling him into a tight hug.

"He was going to blow us up, Mattie," He whispered, sounding so angry and terrified the Canadian forgot his own for a minute. "He was just going to shove the nuke back through and blow up all those men and women and you, and I knew after he did that he was going to come here with his ship and hurt so many more…"

If there was one thing that terrified any Nation, it was their people being killed, especially when they were helpless to do anything. Matthew understood completely, wrapping his arms around his brother and sighing. "I'm still pissed at you for getting yourself killed, you know - I know you hate leaving people behind, but you couldn't have known you'd be able to pull off the stunts you did, and if I'd lost you for good - if the States and other Nations had lost you for good - none of us would have forgiven you no matter how many lives you saved doing it."

"How mad are they, by the way?" Alfred asked, pulling back enough to show his weak, brave-face grin when he knew he was walking into dangerous territory. "I can feel a few of them out at Gabby's place. Haven't tried to actually check in yet, but I know that's just putting off the inevitable."

"Well, Ginny's there," Matthew started, amused to see his brother so resigned to his fate already. "Bella too, along with Ben. Gabrielle hasn't said anything about the program to them yet, but they know something's up, so you're probably gonna have to come clean with them."

"Figured we'd have to come clean to them all at some point," The American sighed, letting his head fall back to his brother's shoulder. "Better now than later, I guess."

"Yeah, definitely better now after a temporary death instead of a permanent one later," Matthew replied dryly, ignoring the weak slap to the head he got for that. "C'mon, you big baby, time to face the music you wrote."

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming…"

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AN: Wow, this was a long update, not that I'm complaining. Just establishing a few consequences of what went down along with plotlines for future updates to follow along. Like I said before, I'm not gonna just hand over alien tech that easy – it wouldn't be entertaining if I just handed them the means to defeat every enemy they come across right off the bat, am I right?

Next chapter should be the last I'm doing for this month – it's basically the second half of the transition into the next arc, and I still need to decide exactly what I want to have happen because there's a lot I could do but that has to be weighed alongside what I should do. I can't make shit too complicated, nor can I make it too simple, which is a hard balance but one I wanna do right, because this fic is important to me.