Please note that the title is The End, not The Epilouge. There are two more chapters after this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Part 8: The End

(We are so going to get it now.)

This was not part of the plan. The nations were supposed to have surrendered long before this. Actually they weren't even supposed to have gotten in, but who knew Russia would rip the gate apart. It was very tempting to blame this all on California's taunting. But now wasn't the time to fall apart and start blaming each other. Both the fireworks and time were running out.

How did they get past everything?

Delaware sat rigidly in a black leather swivel chair in the middle of the control room. As he watched the nations speed closer his hands gripped the arm rests until his fists turned white. There was nothing he could do but let his younger siblings work; and they were furiously trying to stop the nations. The control room was filled with the sound of their fingers flying over computer keys. They were on the edge of their seats leaning over the keyboards with their heads craned towards their screens.

"No no no," Washington began to chant in a whisper from his station. That was not a good sign. Delaware turned to face his younger brother but jerked towards California as her fist slammed down, shaking her station with the force of one of her earthquakes.

A heavy silence fell as all the previously working states slid away from their keyboards. Even though Delaware knew he wouldn't like the answer and despite the dry frog in his throat he asked the dreaded question, "What's wrong?"

Minnesota was the one that faced him. "What do you think happened! Our systems have frozen." Tears of frustration began to flood into her pale blue eyes, "There's nothing we can do."

"We failed," New Jersey breathed out between her hands.

Delaware stood up with a shout, "No! We can still stop them before they get into the manor."

His siblings blankly stared at him until California caught up with his train of thought, "You can't be thinking of using that."

"We have no other choice." They stared at him with wide eyes. "What are you doing just standing around? If some of them manage to escape this we'll need the defenses in the house. Get those systems running again." Delaware brought his microphone up and licked his lips before sending out the order.

"Mexico!"

"It's NEW Mexico."

Delaware ignored him, "We need you. Get the secret weapon out!"

"The secret weapon," New Mexico gasped. "Are you sure about this?"

"Our systems have stalled, we are defenseless. Yes I'm sure!"

"Copy that," New Mexico whispered before he took off at a run. The Secret Service was going to kill them if Tony didn't first.

The Nations were closing in on mansion. They could even see that there was a blue mat in front of the door when the ground shook. They stumbled, and although their instincts screamed at them to keep running, their legs locked and their head slowly turned to look behind them. They saw nothing but a circular shadow on the ground behind them . But something had to be casting the shadow so all at once their necks slowly craned upwards.

Hovering above the ground and quickly approaching them was a disk shaped craft. The sun reflected off its top and the underside gave off a soft multicolored glow. They knew what it was but could hardly believe it. They were being attacked by a large flying saucer.

Americas eyes opened slowly. He thought he had heard something. A young blonde woman whose hair was in two high pigtails and was dressed in a maids uniform entered his sights. She had the sweetest, most innocent, eager to please voice as she asked the nation, "Do you need anything?"

"Nah," America yawned. "I thought I heard something."

A dark gleam entered her eye. "Oh don't worry about that, sir. I'm sure whoever it is will be taken care of shortly."

America sat up and frowned at his state. "Sir? Did you just call me sir?"

Maryland's eyes widened just a bit and her smile seemed more strained. "Why would you think that?"

America put his feet on the floor and leaned closer to her face. "You're lying," he gasped. "You just totally called me sir. But why did you do that? You guys only call me sir when we're a war. But we haven't declared war on anybody. So what are you doing?"

"Nothing," she squeaked quickly. "Aren't you tired you should go back to bed, si- Dad."

"You went to war! Didn't you?" America began to throw off his pajamas, not caring that he wasn't alone and that he was probably doing something France would do. (Silly America, France would do much more than get dressed in front of her. That is if he had switched places with America and wasn't running for his life.) "Who did you attack this time?" America yelled as he flung open his door. The two states standing outside quickly jumped on their father to prevent him from leaving the safety of his bedroom. America gently flung them off and charged up the stairs.

"I keep telling to stop attacking the mail man. I mean, I'm all for creativity and new hobbies but I like the newspaper in one piece." It had taken him years to get his states to stop attacking the mail men and he was almost certain that they had taught all dogs to take up the practice. How they could had done it America didn't know but he did know to never underestimate his states. If they had started doing it again his boss would not be happy, postal workers were government paid after all.

"No dad," the three states screamed as their dad began to climb the steps. "You can't go out there!"

America gasped and spun around to face his states. "It's Sunday. Sunday papers come in the morning and it's after the meeting. That's not the mail man out there is it?"

They glanced at each other and activated their metaphorical mind links. "You're right Dad. It's not the mail man," Maryland admitted. "It's...it's"

Hawaii eagerly jumped in to save the story, "It's the aliens!"

"The aliens," America echoed

"Yeah," Alaska nodded. "We don't know why but they've totally betrayed us and attacked."

"They've attacked? No, Tony would never let that happen. I have to go find out what's wrong," and with that heroic declaration the nation ran off to save the day.

The three states left behind stared at their nation trying to imagine what terrible punishment they would receive when he found out that Tony was innocent this time.

Facts:

The San Andreas Fault lies along part of California's coast before going inside the state. This fault is a boundary between the Pacific and North American Plates (tectonic plates) and is responsible for the large amounts of earthquakes you can feel in California. It's actually visible not hidden beneath the ground or sea.

A UFO landed near Roswell New Mexico in the summer of 1947. (If you've watched World Series you've heard about this.) The aliens collected from this incident are kept in Area 51 which is officially an airbase located in southern Nevada or so the story goes. There's a ton of conspiracy theories about this.

Head Cannon Alert!

I think the states would blame a lot of things on Tony. Not that he's always at fault. Just when Tony first arrived on Earth he wouldn't know everything about it. So he would have made some mistakes and the states could have used that to their advantage. The same way you might blame your dog for breaking something when actually it was your fault. America doesn't always catch on to that because he's blinded by his love for his states and sees them as sweet little angels. That's going to change though.

Replies:

big-dog: Me too. I've never fought a Georgian so I wouldn't know, but I do know that you drive really fast on the highways.

AN:

I don't know how I feel about this chapter, it's not as epic as I was hoping it would be but I didn't know what would make it better. In other news I get to go to convention this weekend! ^_^