"Alright, America." Germany announced, "We want some answers. You too Canada."

An emergency meeting has been called, given recent events. But this time, they were back in New York. As far away from the desert as possible while still being in the country. The long table had several items of note that have accumulated aver the course of their adventure. There was a spear, a bow with a quiver full of arrows, two outfits made of hide, an old painting and an old poster.

America feigned ignorance, "Answers about what?"

France waved a finger, "Did you honestly think you would get away from this unscathed with a magic spell and a cryptic text?"

Canada whispered something that sounded like, "I told you it was a stupid idea..." But it was muffled by his polar bear, Kumajirou's fur.

"You do us a disservice by assuming we've gone as long as we have without being smarter than that!" England scoffed.

Prussia nodded, "Ja, Birdie refused to tell us anything over the phone..."

"So we will get answers straight from the source, Da?" Russia finished.

"I was hoping to keep this aspect of my life private." America gestured to the objects on the table as he said this.

"I'm sorry, America-san. But we need to know." Japan stated resolutely.

America looked to his twin for help, but Canada just shrugged, "They're in danger already. There's no protecting them now and forewarned is forearmed."

America deflated a bit, "I guess..." He seemed to steel himself, and then he stood up. Everyone leaned forward in anticipation as he did so. the blond nation started to speak, "Skiri, the woman you ran into, was a priestess to the pueblo peoples a long time ago. After I...left, it looks like she got mixed in with some bad people. She always had a natural gift for magic, but she was never this powerful before..."

"She used mind magic, and she summoned dark creatures to use against us. I believe she's been corrupted." Canada added. He was silent for a moment as he thought. Then he asked, "How has she lived this long though?"

Everyone in the room wondered at this. She wasn't a nation, and very few things were immortal. So how is she still alive?

America grimaced, "We'll probably see her again. I don't know when, but something tells me that she's not done yet." He reached over and scooped the spear, "This is mine, but I haven't used it in years. If I remember correctly though..." he fiddled with the blade end. It popped off, leaving a staff that looked alot like the one in the painting, "It's probably the world's first multi-tool. It doubles as a spear, and a magic staff, much like the one I'm sure England has somewhere."

England nodded. He had a smug smile on his face, "I never thought I'd see the day when you'd admit to knowing these things were real." The English nation arched an eyebrow, "You and I are going to have a talk later, in private."

America replaced the blade on the end of the shaft and lays it back down on the table. He picks up the old painting, the one that showed him and Canada in indian garb. "This," he said, "was painted by a dear friend of mine who was rather gifted in changing the colors of soil to simulate paint. I don't remember when it was done though, it was long before the colonies though."

Prussia spoke up, "That can't be right! You were little more than a boy when I trained you."

"Canada was also very small at that time." France put in.

America shook his head, "You are correct. But before Europeans came, North America was a bunch of Indian Tribes. Someone had to represent them, so the job was left to my brother and I. But eventually..." America trailed off.

Canada continued, "Plague struck when the colonists came. Along with guns. We were dying. But something strange happened. We woke up one day and...we were little again. We had no recollection of our long lives beforehand. That is when you found us."

America spoke again, putting the painting back on the table almost reverently, "I regained some of my older memories during the second world war." America shook his head, "The Navajo code talkers that annoyed Japan so much kinda...jarred my memory, I guess."

"I remembered when America asked me about it later, and I asked Kumajirou." He gestured to the bear in his lap, "It turned out, his name was Nanuq and he was with me the whole time!" Canada smiled fondly at some distant memory.

Russia digested this information, "So...you are both much older than a few hundred years. How old are you exactly?"

The two brothers looked at each other. They seemed to hold a silent conversation with their eyes. America was the one to speak, "We don't know. Our memories are too hazy to tell, and we didn't really measure."

Japan nodded, taking all of this new information remarkably well, "Alright then. He pointed at the yellowing poster on the table, "What's this?"

CAnada peered at the pictures printed on the paper, "I don't know. They kind of look like us though."

"Weird." America commented quietly. He picked up the last objects, the bow and quiver of arrows. He regarded them for a moment and tossed them to Canada, who immediately tested the string for tension, and the tips of the arrows for dullness. He raised an eyebrow, "Wow. This thing is still in working condition. I'm going to take this home if you don't mid, Al?"

America nodded, "Go ahead, it's not like I'm using it." He addressed all the occupants in the room, "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm done here." He turned and headed for the door before anyone could say anything to stop him, "If I don't find Skiri, then she'll be free to make her next move. Keep an ear to the ground for anything odd, and let me know if she surfaces in your homelands. We can't do much else until then."

The only sound that could be heard, was that of the door clicking as it shut.

Done! I've explained what I can, and I'm considering a sequel. Ideas anyone?

Thanks for reading, please review! A fanfiction author lives on them.

PS: I have a poll up on my profile for what Hetalia crossover I'm going to do next, take a look and vote please? I'm not sure about which one to do.

Later dudes. ^J^