Title:Blue Moon
Author: Faeriesnook

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia in anyway shape or form.
Rating: T

Notes: This following story was inspired by the MAD Tsuki no Waltz.

Summary: They say when the moon is blue, strange things occur. A gateway to another world opens, linking our world with its own. Now, America and Canada have found themselves pulled into this other world. A world full of strife and chaos, and magic. Filled to the brim with familiar, and yet not familiar, faces. And in the very center of it all, a mystery. One they must find a solution too before they could even dream about returning home.

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The forest never changed. It looked the same, despite how long he ran. And he had been running for what felt like an eternity. His lungs burned, but America dared not stop. That urgency in the little boy's (England's, but at the same time not England's) voice drove him forward. He had to escape the forest, but it seemed as if it was never going to end! How could he escape something that seemed to be on permanent repeat?

Was Canada alright? Had he escaped safely? No, no of course he did! Canada was smart. He would've found the way out. He wouldn't have gotten caught by those two men. America had bought him more than enough time!

And what about the little boy? He had run right in the direction they were in before America could stop him, or even say a word. Was he alright? He wasn't England, America was very sure of this. But then who was he? What had he meant by "I am your England, and yet I am not."? And most importantly, why had he helped? And that trinket…

Shaking his head, he focused on the pass ahead. He could figure all that out when he was safe. Right now…

Wait…

Wait, what was that? He slowed, nearly toppling over. His legs felt like Jell-o, but he had to keep going. So he forced them to continue walking, blue eyes looking around. Music? Yes, he was hearing music! He was sure of it! But how? That made no sense. Where was it coming from? Did this mean he was almost out of the woods? He pushed his burning limbs harder, taking off into another run. His chest was burning, and his legs were so wobbly. But, but he was almost out. He could hear the music, it was growing louder, and he could hear voices. He was almost out of the woods! He was almost-

He tripped. Squawking he stumbled forward, falling head first into some bushes, hitting the ground and then rolling out of them. His head spun, the music had stopped. Had it just been his imagination?

"Oh my God! Are you okay!?" Blue eyes snapped open. He knew that voice anywhere!

"Hu-Hungary?"

"Hungry? Of course, you poor boy, it looks like you've run the whole way. And your cheek! What happened!?"

"Elizaveta, give him room to breathe," another familiar voice; that same tone of disdain, with hidden amusement. America's head was spinning, he could feel arms taking hold of his, helping him walk, before sitting in a chair. He looked around, the world skewed. But he recognized the couple in front of him. It was Hungary, knelt in front of his chair, dressed in a beautiful red gown. And Austria, that was who was hovering behind her, dressed in the finest silk. It was them, but, but why didn't they seem to recognize him? What was-

"Ow!" His right cheek stung, and Hungary laughed, tucking hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry, but the cut needs to be cleaned before it gets infected!" She smiled, like a mother at her child. America just glowered, but held his tongue, biting back anymore cries as she dabbed his cheek with a handkerchief and clean water. He peered past her instead, blue eyes taking in what he had stumbled upon.

It was a clearing, with lanterns hanging all around from the trees. Illuminating the frightening woods, making them look so much safer. There was a band situated to one side, and with a wave from Austria, the music began again. Hungary was saying something next, and America could see other people, some familiar faces within the whispering crowd. But as soon as the music began, they turned away, couples joining together, dancing. And at the very center of the clearing was a crystal jutting out from the center of their dance floor; sparkling in the lantern-light. What the… Had he stumbled upon some ball he hadn't been invited too? What the Hell was going on!?

"-ame?"

"H-Huh?" He turned his head, earning a small admonishing 'tut' from Hungary. Austria was addressing him, his face drawn into a stoic expression, though upon America's utterance, it turned more to a look of exasperation.

"What is your name?" America raised an eyebrow, confused by the turn of events.

"Huh? But… You know who I am…"

"You do look a bit familiar," Hungary conceded, her bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly in a frown. "But I don't think we've ever met…"

"Hungary, what are you-"

"Oh right! You must be starving!"

"N-No that's not! I mean!" He stopped, blue eyes wide behind his dirty glasses. "You guys… You don't know who I am?"

They both shook their heads, the women lowering the handkerchief while Austria tugged off his gloves, pressing his hand against America's forehead. "He doesn't appear to have a fever, so he can't be delusional…"

"Maybe he's just mistaken us for someone else?" Hungary, no, not Hungary, responded, turning to smile at America. "My name is Elizaveta Edelstein, this is my husband Roderich."

It took him a moment before his manners kicked in. "Oh, um, I'm America…"

They both looked at him oddly, but said nothing else. He shifted uneasily, part of him wondering if maybe he should've used his human name. Then again, he shouldn't have needed to introduce himself in the first place! He was good friends with Hungary, Elizaveta, and sure he didn't know Austria, Roderich, too well but… But well they knew each other well enough to not have to introduce themselves! Honestly! America was a super power, the hero! Everyone knew who he was! So why… Why didn't they seem to recognize him? He didn't get it!

He cringed again as she continued to clean press the cloth to his cheek, a worried look on her face. "It won't stop bleeding…" She was chewing her lower lip, glancing up at Roderich for a solution. But the man was frowning… Well, to America he was always frowning.

Really, what the Hell was going on!?

"I'll see if someone has-"

"Ah! I was wondering what caused such a commotion!" Blue eyes widened again, America recognizing the voice instantly. He attempted to turn in the direction of the voice, but Elizaveta kept his head still. He did however see Roderich shift closer to his wife, looking towards the voice with apprehension. And mentally that made him snicker. "Mon Dieu, what happened to his face?"

"We haven't gotten around to asking him that yet," she bite out tensely, glancing at the man before back at America. "Here, just keep this pressed against your cheek. I'm going to-"

The women released a small squeak as a familiar hand pushed her aside with a chuckle. She bristled all over, and America was sure if it was the Hungary he knew, a frying pan would have appeared from nowhere for her to smack the offender with. But then again, this wasn't the Hungary he knew. No, it was Elizaveta…

"Dieu! Were you attacked by a wild beast?" He shifted uneasily, the man taking hold of his face and turning it so he could see the scratches more clearly. America was about to respond to his question, before hissing as warm breath blew against the injured cheek. And then, then those blue eyes became wide as saucers, a small scream escaping him before he could hide it (as heroes never screamed). Hands flew up to push the man away, but his wrists were caught. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing coming quick as he fought down anymore pained cries, his whole body tensing as he tried to keep his head straight. The warm air continued to blow against the cheek, and to him, it felt as if the cuts were stitching themselves back together. And then, after what felt like forever, the pain faded, the man releasing his wrists. Hesitantly America opened his eyes, gazing at the familiar figure of France. But no, no this couldn't be France. Or could it? He wasn't sure any more. This world was so strange, it made his head spin.

"I know it isn't the most painless way, petit lapin, but it is affective, non?" He just nodded in response, touching his cheek with wide eyes. There was still some dried blood, but the deep gashes were gone. Elizaveta was in front of him again, gently pushing his hand aside and cleaning away the blood. The American could only stare dumbly, glancing at her, before at the Frenchmen. A perplexed expression formed, the man staring at him in pure shock. As if he had seen a ghost. But that look vanished before America could even open his mouth to question it. Instead, an amused smile played across his lips. "Now, what is your name, little party crasher?'

"America…" 'France' hummed and he watched from his peripheral vision as the man strolled to take a seat at the table they were sitting in. He raised his hand again, brushing against his now clean cheek. "How did…"

"Ah, just a bit of old magic," he commented with a playful wink. And had America not experienced it himself, he would've argued that magic did not exist. At least, in his own world it didn't exist. In this Wonderland though… "I am Francis, now, petit lapin, how did you stumble upon our little ball?"

"I was just, um running… And I heard the music," all three were observing him, the young Nation shifting uneasily. He removed his glasses, deciding to try and clean them with his dirty shirt. He didn't have much look, and with a small, irritated hum, Roderich took them from him. The American almost protested, but with a cough from Elizaveta, he realized that herself and Francis were still staring at him. He didn't even need to see their faces to know they wanted him to elaborate. "Well… my brother and I were attacked by this guy."

"In these woods?" Roderich questioned, handing his now clean glasses back to him. America nodded.

"Yeah, he wore this mask, and kept laughing. I think he had a few screws loose too. He was the one who scratched up my cheek… He had another guy with him too! Some quiet guy that had on this cloak! My brother and me split up, I lured 'em away from him so he could get away. But they caught me and well… I got away eventually. And then I heard the music from your party… So I followed it." He shrugged, opting to leave out the little 'England' encounter. After all, he himself still didn't understand that.

"A man in a mask?" The women echoed, her hand clasped over her mouth in disbelief. Confused, he nodded again, glancing at the other two. Roderich looked stunned and Francis… His eyes had narrowed sharply.

"Yeah… Why? What's the big deal?"

"Mein Gott…" The Austrian murmured, drawing the American's attention back to him. "So that would mean… It could only be him?"

Elizaveta nodded, threading her fingers through her brown hair. "I had heard these woods were once the place where the palace once stood. But I didn't…"

"You guys know this guy?"

"Oui," Francis murmured, America turning his head now to look at him. He was frowning, gazing at the American intensely. "You and you brother came face to face with Albion."

His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. Why did that name seem so familiar? Francis cocked his head to one side upon seeing his face, idly swishing the wine in a glass he had picked up. "Do you not know who that is?"

"How could you not know!?" Elizaveta's eyes were wide, her voice incredulous. America just shook his head, bewildered by her reaction. If possible, she looked even more shocked. "How…?"

"America, where do you come from? Which Kingdom?" Roderich questioned, and America could not help making a face at the question.

"I don't come from any kingdom!" He had fought to make sure of that. To make sure his people were never ruled by a king, by a monarchy. He had fought hard for that freedom. "I come from the United States of America!" – He was the United States of America – "I was just at my friend England's house, with my brother and then BAM! I got hit in the back of the head and wound up here! And then I get chased by this crazy psychopath, and then run into all of you, and y'all look just like a buncha people I know from back home! And this whole thing has made me so fuckin' confused!"

All three had grown silent after his outburst, and America found himself shifting with unease. He was about to speak again, to take back what he had said when Francis's hand shot out, grabbing him by the chin. A small squeak escaped him, his face suddenly inches away from the Frenchmen. And the look on his face. America had only seen his old ally look so serious on rare occasions. Even during the wars it was hard to gain such an expression from the man… "You come from the West Kingdom."

"Wh-What!? Weren't you just listenin'!? I don't-"

"If anyone asks you that is what you tell them. Do you understand?"

"No!" He managed to break out of the man's hold, stumbling to his feet and staring at all three. Francis was still gazing at him with that uncharacteristic look of seriousness, while Elizaveta and Roderich shared looks of uncertainty. He didn't understand. He didn't get it! "I don't get it! I don't fuckin' understand! Where the Hell am I!? I-Is this just some crazy dream!? Cause if it is I wanna wake up!"

"What is the name of the world you come from?"

"What?" He stared, perplexed by the question. What did they mean? Weren't they… "Earth… The planets called Earth."

"This world is called Pangaea." Francis murmured, returning to his cup, the look vanishing, being replaced by an impish smile. "How curious…"

"What?" Pangaea? Wasn't that the name people used to refer to the continents all connected? But then how… He sat back down, cradling his head in his hands. "This is just a dream…"

"Non, you are not asleep."

"America," Elizaveta soothed, her gentle hand on his back. "America, you don't… You don't come from here?"

"No." How many times did he need to repeat that? Honestly! "I come from the United States of America! I was in England before I ended up in these woods! Ah! I mean, not like! I wasn't, in England the guy I was in his country! Lo- London!"

His face heated up by the stumble, not that any of them would understand (had it been the Hungary and France of his world though, well then he was sure he would've gotten teased immediately). He heard her make a small noise, it sounded like the noise she would make when she would look to Austria for advice. In his world at least. "I-In my world… Your name's Hungary… I mean, you go by the name Elizaveta sometimes but… But generally… This is so weird. Heh, I-I really have to be dreaming! This is a crazy, really fuckin' real dream!"

This time they said nothing. And after a short pause, the women pulled him into a hug. America didn't respond, allowing his head to rest against her shoulder. She was humming again, stroking his hair gently, as if he was a crying child. And normally, he would have pushed away. Flustered and shouting that he was fine, that he wasn't upset or anything and not to worry. Because heroes were always fine.

But he wasn't fine. He was frustrated beyond belief. Confused beyond belief. He wanted to wake up. He wanted to find Canada. He wanted to go home. To see England. He wanted to go home…

"Where am I?"

"We call this world Pangaea. You're in the center of the Four Kingdoms."

"Four Kingdoms?"

"Mm, the Kingdoms of the North, West, East and South." His eyebrows scrunched together again.

"How did I…?"

"America… You said a masked man and a cloaked man attacked you?" He nodded, lifting his head to glance at Roderich. The man was frowning, holding his chin in thought. "Albion, he's the self-proclaimed ruler of this world now… The remnant of the Pillar."

"The… The what?" He sat up straight, the term familiar. It sounded like something he had read in one of Japan's mangas.

"The Pillar," Francis echoed, taking another sip of his wine. "The one who keeps balance in this world. Albion is a remnant of that person."

"What does-"

"If he attacked you," Elizaveta murmured, looking at him before Roderich. "Does that mean?"

The man just nodded. America felt even more confused.

"What does what mean!?" Why did they all look so panicked? Well, the couple looked panicked. Francis… There was a dark look on his face, something serious.

"America… You really don't come from any of the Kingdoms..?"

"No!" He snapped, not meaning too, his mind pounding in frustration. "I'm from the US of A! Hell! I am the United States of America!"

"… What do you mean you are the country you hail from?"

"… It's… Complicated. I don't even fully get it…" He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. He glanced away silently, trying to figure this crazy world out. "I just wanna find my brother and go home…"

"I had heard," Roderich's voice began. "On these nights, when the moon is blue a gateway to another world is open."

"It was a blue moon when the Pillar vanished," Elizaveta murmured, lowering her voice so much America had to lean forward. "Strange things always seem to happen when the moons this blue…"

"When was the last time it was blue?" He whispered, eyes wide. Had the moon been blue in his world? He tried to remember, but his head ached as a dull reminder of what had occurred. Elizaveta tilted her head to one side, tapping her chin with her finger as she thought.

"I'd say… About seventeen years ago…" Roderich nodded in affirmation, lacing his fingers with her free hand. "And then it's been about… Fifteen years since the Great Rulers vanished."

"The Great Rulers?"

"The ones who once ruled the Four Kingdoms," Francis chirped, finishing his glass. "After the King of the West was killed, and then the Pillar vanished, the other three attempted to keep order. But with the appearance of Albion, they too disappeared."

"Where'd they go?"

"Some believe they went to look for the Pillar," Elizaveta whispered, and America half felt like he was in a group of gossiping girls. Francis hmm-ed in agreement, holding his chin.

"Ah, but Albion claims to be the Pillar. Or at least part of him." The Frenchmen murmured, looking to the dancing couples. "And there is no doubt, he indeed holds the power that the Pillar held."

"He's a fucking monster is what he is!" Elizaveta snapped, Roderich shooting her a small look. She grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. "He just shows up out of nowhere, and what's happened to our world since then? Pangaea's been a mess!"

"What exactly is the Pillar?" All three exchanged looks, and he saw Francis reach for another glass of wine.

"You truly are from the other world if you don't know that." Roderich murmured, frowning still. "The Pillar was the one who kept order throughout Pangaea."

"The Pillar was an old system," Francis stated with almost distaste. "One that has failed. It is a part of the old ways now."

"The Pillar kept peace."

"And at the cost of one's own life," the Frenchmen swished his drink. "It was hardly fair…"

"It didn't cost him his life! I mean, the Four Great Kings helped keep the order with him! I mean, the last Pillar, he was a great man. He brought peace to the Four Kingdoms!"

"Elizaveta, how old were you when he vanished?" She stared, almost confused at Francis's question, before flustering.

"If I tell you that, then you'll know my age!" She hmph-ed, looking away pointedly. "That's a very rude question."

"Ah, je suis désolé. You are right, that is quite rude of me indeed." He was smiling in amusement, behind the rim of his glass. "I was merely going to state, perhaps you were too young to know just what the life of that man was like."

"No one did," Roderich interjected. "Only the Kings and his advisors. No one else was ever allowed to interact with him, not even those who worked in the palace…"

"Exactly, a life all but cut off from the world. How is that fair?"

"And how old were you?" Elizaveta replied hotly. "You don't look much older than me!"

And here, here the Frenchman laughed. "No, no I suppose I do not."

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Okay! This is where the story might become a wee bit confusing… So let me explain.

This world that America and Canada have found themselves in, is a parallel world, so to speak. This means they are going to run into QUITE a few people that resemble, both personality wise and appearance wise, the Nations from there world.

Now, that being said. This is probably the easiest way to tell the two sides apart.

Nation Names = America and Canada's World

Human Names = Pangaea.

For instance. As you can see, we have met Elizaveta, Roderich and Francis. However, they are not the same as Hungary, Austria and France. As they are not Nations, nor do they know America.

Does that make sense? Or was that just even more confusing ;;?

Also, I thought it would be best to state this. There will be eventual USUK, somewhat. It's hard to explain?

I feel like I had more to say with this chapter, but I can't remember… So I hope you all enjoyed!