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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"England? England wake up!" He groaned, rubbing his head as the faes chirped around him. His fairy friends flying with utmost worry. Slowly, he opened his eyes, wondering why he was lying face down on the floor in his sitting room. The Englishman continued to lay there for another few moments, blinking in an attempt to fix his swirling vision. It felt like all his strength had been sucked from his body. It felt almost like his limbs were made of stone, his head swimming in a never ending hazy. What had he been doing? What had…

Green eyes finally cleared, England catching sight of two slumped figures to his left. America and Canada sat against his bookshelf, heads lent against one another. Almost as if they were sleeping.

But they weren't. His mind supplied, England's breathing suddenly picking up. They weren't sleeping at all. They had been thrown from their world, this world. To the world beyond the blue moon. All because of him. All because…

His heart clenched painfully, green eyes squeezing shut as he recalled what had taken place minutes earlier. Yes, now he remembered…

"Protect them… Please, please. Protect them. Protect him."

"Is that your wish?" A soft voice had responded, England nodding earnestly.

"Yes… Dammit yes it is!" The other chuckled. "You're the only one who can! And you bloody well know that!"

"You know what will happen, if I leave, don't you?" He nodded, clenching his fists.

"I don't care! Protect them! That is my only wish!"

Here, the voice paused. "As you wish, England."

A flash of light was the next thing he saw, before England felt every ounce of his strength vanish; the Nation falling to the side.

Slowly he sat up, gripping his aching head with his hands. And still, the world spun unpleasantly. He brushed the worried cries from his friends aside as they fluttered around him. He turned his head again, gazing at where the brothers laid seemingly asleep. Crawling forward, he reached a hesitant hand out to touch Canada's shoulder, giving it a gentle nudge. The Canadian didn't stir, and neither did the American when England repeated the action (though in a much harsher fashion). His breathing caught in his throat once again, a sob almost breaking through.

This was all his fault.

"England?" There was a hesitant voice. He turned his head, looking at one of the fairies. She was fluttering uneasily, leaving a trail of white dust behind her. "Are you okay!?"

"America and Canada haven't woken?" He whispered, glancing at the fairy, already knowing the answer. She shook her head, fluttering down to rest by his shoulder.

"No. And then you just went distant! Like you were in a trance, and then you just collapsed! We couldn't wake you up no matter what!" She murmured, setting foot on his shoulder. "Are you alright? You didn't… That was really dangerous you know!"

"I had no other choice…"

"There's always a choice England! Doing that… You left yourself vulnerable… Your-"

"He is the only one that can protect them."

"England, look!" Another fairy shouted, stopping the upcoming argument. He turned his head silently. The little fairy was pointing to something between the brothers. A book was resting between them, resting on top of one of each of their hands. Normally, he would not pay it a second glance; after all, they had collapsed right in front of his book shelves, knocking several over. But…

But generally, words did not appear on the pages, as if being written out. With shaking hands he reached out, picking the book up, green eyes wide.

'Beneath the scarlet mushrooms, the couples danced, intertwining with one another, separating and parting. Blooming like flowers each time they met. The blue-eyed rabbit, dear, lost America, sat at the table, hearing the tales of the past recounted by the sweet couple, Elizaveta and Roderich, and the sly fox. Feeling at ease for the first time since he had arrived in this Wonderland.'

"This is…"

"Its what's happening," the fairy finished, her own little eyes wide like England's. "It's what's happening to America and Canada!"

Blue-eyed rabbit. America…

Within the blue moonlight England remained where he was, seated in front of the two brothers, reading the words as they appeared.

'But in this Wonderland, peace can never last very long.'

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Pangaea, yes that was the name of the Wonderland that he and his brother had landed in. That was what he had been told anyway, by three very familiar faces, though they were not the people that he knew. No. This would seemed to be full of mirror images to the Nations he knew, and he could not help but wonder if he himself or Canada had other selves here. He also had to wonder what would happen if they met with their doubles. Would the world explode? Or implode? Seriously, this was starting to sound like something pulled out of his movies! Or from one of England's stories about magic. Not that America had believed in magic, not since his days as a colony. Hell, he even teased England for his belief in the mythical world…

He would have to apologize when he got back. After all, magic was the only way to explain just how he and Canada had ended up here…

Was Canada okay? What if the masked man and his companion had turned their attentions on him? If they had followed after his trail after America had given them the slip? No, no! his brother was fine! The American knew it. He would have known if something had happened. He just would have! Unless… Unless…

What if their bond was not the same in this world? What if everything was different? The connection they had shared since before they were America and Canada, when they were just simply brothers. What if that was completely different here in Pangaea. What if…

No. No. No. Why was he even entertaining such a thought!? Their bond was the same! It was silly to even think that it would not be. Their bond was the same. It was strong. It would not change. He would know. He would know if Canada was in trouble. And if that was the case, then America would find him. He would protect him, like always.

They would see each other soon. They would. They would find each other, he just knew it…

How long had it been since they had even woken up in this strange world anyways? America wasn't too sure, despite how much he tried to figure it out. He had tried to check his watch, but it seemed to be broken. It still read 5:24 pm. And he knew he had been sitting at this party for a good hour now. Let alone how long he had been unconscious, or running. More time had to have passed. And the clock didn't even look like it was working! Maybe it was broken? It would explain it. But his watch was pretty sturdy. Maybe it had something to do with this world? That could be it. It seemed plausible at least. At least better than anything else he could think of.

Was it possible that Canada would hear this party as well? That he would come stumbling into the clearing just as America had? It was a slim chance, but it could happen. America secretly prayed that it would.

Shifting in his seat, he watched the waltzing couples, smiling a bit. Even in another world, Austria and Hungary were together. Despite all the hardships they had to endure. He half wondered where the Prussia-look-a-like was, and why he was not crashing their dance and causing a ruckus. But who knows where the ex-Nation's counterpart would be, if he even had one. He leaned back, sipping the glass of wine Francis had given him (once Elizaveta and Roderich had gone to the dance floor, as they had both stated America appeared far too young to drink. Which was irritating, he got that enough back home).

The clearing they were sitting in, Elizaveta had told him, was the site of this dance every year. When America had asked her just why it had to be this clearing, especially when recalling just how dangerous they said these woods were, she had smiled. The clearing was the only, truly safe location within the woods she said. It was a sacred place, protected. The American had been confused by that, but Elizaveta just giggled, pointing to the glowing crystal that was embedded into the ground within the center of the clearing. That was what protected them, she said. And around the embedded crystal, were more crystals of smaller sizes, wrapped around the large one like a ring. That was what protected them as they traveled into the area.

But why here, why every year, he had asked. And again, Elizaveta smiled while answering. It was to remember times gone by. When the Pillar had been one, to mark the day when the Great Wars had ended, when the Pillar had brought peace to the Four Kingdoms, uniting them in a sense. Despite her earlier anger, Elizaveta remarked that it had been a true accomplishment, what the Pillar had done. Ending years, centauries of war, of violence, of bloodshed. And true, that peace had not lasted long. The Pillar had vanished, and with his disappearance their world had returned to its chaos. But, she commented, it was still something to remember, something to celebrate, to wish for, to fight for, even if only a small group of the world still did. Still remembered…

When he had asked them about the Pillar, just who they were, the couple had exchanged a hesitant look. No one really knew. That's what they told him. The Pillar had just always been a part of their world. When the former died, a new Pillar would be born, and taken to the palace, raised away from others to continue the role their predecessor had. But just who they were was unknown. Roderich had even interjected, commenting that no one had ever even seen the Pillars face, except some of this closest advisors (the ones who raised him). When seen by the public, the Pillar would always wear a veil, or a mask, something to conceal their identity. It tied into this whole concept of purity. And even then, no one truly was able to get close to him.

Except the Four Kings, Francis had murmured. They were the only ones to truly know just who the Pillar was. That was what Francis had commented when he cut in. And there was that strangely solemn expression on his face again.

The Pillar had vanished though, and there had not been one born to replace him. At least until Albion appeared. That had stirred so much confusion, throwing their world into even more chaos and disorder. Something had occurred, Francis had murmured, causing the Pillar to split. Two sides of the same coin. But Albion had killed that other side, throwing the balance off.

Yup. This sounded just like one of his movies. Or one of Japan's crazy animes.

"What will you do?" Francis questioned, drawing America out of his thoughts. He turned his head, away from the giant crystal and waltzing couples to look at the lounging Frenchmen. He looked at him for another moment, before shrugging as he returned his gaze to the dancers.

"I'm not sure yet," he answered truthfully. France was always able to tell when he was lying back home, so this version of him probably could too. With another exasperated sigh he rested his chin in his palm. "I gotta find my brother first. Then try and figure out how to get us home…"

"I wish I could assist." He had to smile a bit. Just like France, wanting to help.

"If you find my brother before me, give him a hand. That'd be plenty enough help." He suggested, glancing at the other from the corner of his eye. Francis nodded to the comment, sipping his wine.

"If I find him, I will most certainly aid him." There was a short pause. "You care deeply for your brother, don't you?"

America grinned even more, nodding enthusiastically. "Yeah! He's my brother, 'course I care a lot for him! I would risk my own life if that meant he would be safe!"

"Ah, you sound like such a wonderful brother!" The Frenchman laughed, smiling brightly. "You remind me of someone I once knew. He had a brother as well, risked his life to protect him. Well, to protect anyone really."

"Sounds like a real hero," Alfred mused, yawning as he rubbed his eyes. There was another laugh, though this time Francis did not punctuate it by making a comment. The two lapsed into a content silence, the American watching the waltzing couples with suddenly drooping eyes. The clearing was full of such life. It was so safe, so happy. Nothing like the terrifying woods that surrounded them. The music fought away that ominous silence that had hung in the forest as he ran, and the blond could not help but happily hum along with the tune, taking another sip of the wine Francis had given him. For the first time since waking up in this dismal place, he felt at ease. The exhaustion from the day catching up to him, his eyelids drooping. And before America could even comprehend, nothingness had invaded his mind.

"America? Hey, America, wake up." Elizaveta's soft voice was the next thing he was aware off, her hand gently shaking him. Groaning, he cracked his eyes open, only to realize he had fallen asleep in his chair, head resting against the table. Elizaveta was leaning over him slightly, smiling in such a gentle fashion that made him wonder if she was as violent as the Hungary he knew. "Hey, the parties over."

He nodded, not exactly understanding what she meant. His mind felt so sluggish, and his limbs so heavy. Rubbing his eyes with his fist he stood up, nearly toppling over again. A strong arm took hold of his, and it was only after blinking once or twice that he realized it was Elizaveta holding him up. She was looking off to the side, a scowl on his face. "How much did you let him drink while we were dancing?"

"Only a cup," came the velvety French voice, along with a chuckle. "I can't help it that he cannot hold his liquor."

But America could hold his alcohol. At least better than some of the Nations he knew. And he had never gotten drunk off one cup of wine. And besides, this was different from all the other times he had gotten drunk. His mind was so clouded, he could barely take in his surroundings. It felt like he was watching what was going on, watching his own bodies actions, opposed to being in his body. But that wouldn't make sense…

"-ay with us alright?"

He looked back up at Elizaveta, trying to ask her to repeat what she had just said, but his voice failed him. Eyebrows scrunched together as he tried again, but still, no sound escaped him. That was different. That was worrisome.

Elizaveta smiled, seeming to realize he hadn't heard her. "You can stay with us, Roderich and I. And in the morning we can look for your brother. Is that alright?"

He nodded this time, again rubbing his eyes. He felt so childish. Elizaveta just laughed, holding onto his arm as they walked. "Honestly! You're like a big baby! How old are you anyways, America?"

"Elizaveta, perhaps those questions can wait until he is more awake," Roderich suggested, and he could hear a hint of amusement in the man's voice. She nodded a bit, smiling a bit sheepishly and murmuring an apology. America just nodded again.

People were dispersing all around them, picking up the tiny crystals that surrounded the giant one and leaving the clearing, arm and arm with their partners. America looked around, still seeing familiar faces through the haze. Other Nations, or at least Nation look a likes walking with one another, laughing as they retrieved their crystals from the center of the clearing. He watched for a moment longer, before feeling Elizaveta tug his arm.

"This way." She stated, nodding her head in the direction the other men were standing. "Just stay close to Roderich and I."

"Will the crystal be enough to protect all three of you?" Francis tilted his head, observing the three. "I had heard that they only held enough power for two."

Both exchanged silent looks, and then America felt a hand fall on his shoulder. "Allow me to accompany you then, until we leave this dreadful forest. I came by myself, meaning my little crystal here can shelter both myself and the petite lapin."

America wasn't sure what happened next. He really wasn't. And that only added to his growing panic. It was almost like he had blacked out. Because one moment they were still in that bright clearing, and the next they were walking through the forest. He was leaning against Francis, stumbling over his own feet, while Elizaveta and Roderich walked a few steps ahead of them arm in arm. The tiny crystals casted a dim light ahead, though to America it barely did anything.

Was it just him, or was his vision getting darker? His knees buckled, but he managed to keep himself from falling over. They were talking about something, but America couldn't register any of their words. His mind was so hazy.

And then something broke through it. A crash. Screams. Francis yanked him backwards, and this time he tumbled to the ground, blinking rapidly before seeing the sight in front of him. A large crater where he had once been standing, smoking in the dim light. Elizaveta and Roderich were on the other side, the women shouting out to them while her husband pulled her away.

"-meet with you!" Francis was shouting back, hauling America back to unsteady feet. "We will meet in town!"

"Be careful, the both of you!"

The next thing his hazed mind registered was that he was stumbling to the ground. And when clouded eyes looked up. And this time he was met with a dark expression on the Frenchmen's face. He felt his stomach plummet.

"So this is the kid Albion had the problem with?" Another voice shouted. It was familiar, so very familiar but… But he couldn't place it. His vision was darkening again as he saw another man approaching them, leaning on Francis's shoulder and staring down at him with sharp eyes. "Doesn't look that tough."

"Ah, but you know those old sayings." Francis's voice responded, and the Frenchmen was suddenly knelt in front of him. "It's a shame though. Who would have thought one glass of wine would have taken out all his fight."

But that was impossible. There was no way a couple glasses would do this to him. There was no way. There was something else. Something… Drugged. He had been drugged.

The panic erupted as America desperately tried to get his sluggish body to move. But it was too late. His body was growing heavier and heavier, consciousness slipping.

A voiceless cry escaped him as Francis pulled him to his feet by the hair. He felt unsteady, gripping the Frenchmen's wrists, glaring at him. The darken look had faded now, replaced by a soft, sorrowful look. But… But that didn't make sense. That didn't fit with the situation they were in…

"Oi, get on with it! Albion's got work for us to do." The familiar voice snapped. And he saw the other blond roll his eyes.

"Patience, mon ami, patience." He spoke over his shoulder, before looking at America. And then, a sharp pain shot through him. A coppery taste feeling his mouth. Francis drew him closer, America distantly registering his words as darkness encroached on his vision. The other man released him, America stumbling back on unsteady feet. He held his stomach, pulling away to see blood stain his hand. Swaying he looked at the two in front of him, before falling backwards. Hitting the ground with a dull 'thud'.

"Can't believe the boss had problems with him."The other man was saying, America's vision going dark.

"Indeed… I suppose he was tougher then he appeared." Francis murmured. "We do not know just what his world was like… What it means to be a Nation."

And then, America knew nothing more.

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Ah~ Finally finished with this chapter, finally able to post it~

Actually, out of all the chapters I have so far this is my least favorite :l There was a lot that needed to be said… And I donno, I just don't like it.

Though, let me say, become accustomed to the occasional returns to America and Canada's world! England's going to be reading rather attentively. And there is still the mystery of just how he is involved in all this~

Canada returns next chapter~ And some more questions may very well be answered!

Right, that's about it. But thank you all so much for all the comments and favs and alert addings and everything! I really appreciate it, I'm so happy people are enjoying this incredibly weird story of mine! So thank you all! I hope I can continue to entertain you all with new chapters!