Hetalia Paint it white...with me!
Part 2
დიდი მადლობა ჩემი სიყვარული - Thank you my love in Georgian.
Oh për hir perëndi! Avionët e mia - Oh for god's sake! My aircraft! in Albanian.
Schatz- Sweetheart in German.
The bright blue sky was littered with fluffy pillow-like clouds, suddenly changing into a dark menacing grey, flooding the sky. Luminous green orbs slowly descended from the sky into the city, bursting, distracting passers by and taxi drivers causing multiple accidents and crashes.
They emited swirls of yellow and cartoon-like flowers of red and purple, turning the city white and motionless.
"Okay, dudes! It's time to kick ass!" America shouted, seated in front of a large screen showing various countries.
"From here we'll intercept their main attack with mad skills!" Three fighter planes of a dull, green colour with pointed noses were seen flying in organisation amongst the clouds. They swooped down in unison aiming missiles at the UFO's but they were just transformed into white balloons wich fell into the ocean, along with the planes.
"Oh crap!" America squeeled rather girlishly as he saw them plummet into the deep waters.
"Oh për hir perëndi! Avionët e mia!" Albania growled, about to throw her lunch of noodles at the screen. As she was in charge of the Albanian Air Force, she was in command of the planes which were sent out to destroy the Alien Objects.
"Aim missile to north-east and fire!" She commanded to the pilots through a headset. America stared in awe at her knowlege of military words, phrases and ability to control the pilots.
"Woah!" He sighed, she turned, her fringe flicking to one side and smiled, he grinned back nervously and pointed to the screen in shock. She swiftly returned to her position and shouted through the microphone.
"Hello? Can you here me?" She screamed as the jets fell.
"No! No! No! Oh për hir perëndi! Avionët e mia!" She screamed dramaticaly. Albania was close to all members of the air force and naval base, which was a good point for getting them to follow commands, but bad when it came to conmbat, as it was a direct effect to her when a life was lost.
"Now you can see what happens when you use guns!" Russia laughed as his tanks fired at the aliens, with the same outcome.
"Or maybe not!" He added. Albania and America shared a wary glance as the Russian just smiled, even though his tanks had failed.
"Wha-?" Next it was China's turn with his naval boats.
"We will stop them at Red Cliffs!" China exclaimed.
The orbs exploded yet again and transformed the boats before they even had a chance to move.
"What is happening!" Albania screamed.
"Suck balls!" China began chanting out insults in his native language as the hellicopters above him filled the air with the loud noise of the spinning blades.
"Bastards! Your dealing with a former pirate now!" Said England.
He gasped as his hellicopters recived the same fate as the other veicles.
"Why do you not express any individuality, trying to make me bland is unforgivable so consider yourself punished-Nooooo!" France screamed.
"Looks like they've just punished you!" Trinidad laughed, patting him on the back as he screamed in terror and discust. Georgia smiled at Trinidad, who was blushing furiously, not used to any form of affectionate shows at all. Next it was Germany's turn.
"Do not allow them to come anywhere close to us!" He commanded. The tanks positioned in line.
"Understood? Here they come!" A single pure white flag was tied to a stick, on the dome of a large building, the only thing that stayed the same as the aliens struck yet again.
"GERMANY! GERMANY! I KNOW I OFTEN SAY THIS BUT I REALLY MEAN IT! GERMANY HELP ME! HELP ME!" Italy screamed, speeding off shortly followed by a crowd of terrified people.
"Germany! The enemy is attacking!" His jaw dropped as the tanks turned white.
"It sounds like those pranksters in hawaii." An old man with a black mustache stated.
"Yeah, I've heard of them before, some sort of sacred ghost mumbo-jumbo!" Another replied.
"We can't just read things how they are, can we?
"Can we? Maybe we should continue this matter-" They said in unison as the building in which their meeting was held was claimed as another target shot by the aliens.
"No! We haven't yet decided what to do !" Japan said.
"Whaa! What the holy crap happened here! And where is my stupid brother anyway?" Romano shouted.
A soft neigh was heard by Poland as he sat alone on the bench.
"Pony! I am so glad to find you! I looked like everywhere!" The pony had changed from it's usual apperance to a dull white colour with no face what so ever.
"Why you look at me like that anyway?" Poland asked. A green glow filled the area and Poland joined the pony in a new apperance.
"Aah!" A young boy sighed as he looked up, standing next to a sleigh with reigndeers, dressed in a santa suit.
"I can't wait! Christmas is coming!" He exclaimed as he entered the same fate as Poland.
"Lalalalalalaaa!" Macedonia sung as she waited for the countries to come back. She had hung up posters and ribbons saying 'Well done for defeating the aliens!' especially for them. She danced round, impatient for their arrival, especially her dear friend Italy's. Just as she hung the last one up, a green glow filled the room and the hardship of her labour was forgotten in the glow.
Greece sat in the middle of a gathering of old colleciums with his vast array of pet cats.
"I love cats." He said to no-one in particular. "Is something wrong with me?" The colleciums were warped into a blank, white collum.
America stood, lifelessly staring at what once was the statue of liberty.
Albania was in her hometown, more specifically the Butrint National Park which was now just a memory of what it had been. Full of historic landscape, environment and arcetecture. A single tear fell from her eyes as she remembered her childhood of running through the park, pretending to be a historian.
A faint gasp escaped from Russia's lips in suprise as did China, looking at his own landmark: The Great Wall of China with disbelife of what had just happened.
Everywhere was different. Colourless. Boring. Alien.
"Hey big bruder? I'm happy! I thought you shud know." A little girl, with a sweet face said to the tall blonde sat in the only unaffected area in the world.
"Okay, yeah, whatever." He replied as a soft wind swept his hair.
There was a strange banner where a few of the alien orbs were, boardering the country.
Curently, the UN headquarters had moved to a small, shabby, wooden hut for the time being. It was in the middle of no where, quite literally as a ball of dust blew past.
"Shizer. Looks like being turned into Pictionan is a fate we all share now." Germany growled.
"Were not. Doesn't that count for something?" Georgia conforted him with her sweet voice, whispering in his ear. He smiled as she kissed his cheek and hugged him, as he sat on the windowledge.
"My Schatz, you alway know how to make others feel better, and I love your new outfit,"
Germany said as she lent her head on his shoulder, strong arms protecting her frame as the blonde whisps of hair tickled his cheek. Everyone was wearing their own style of jumsuit, Georgia's was red and long sleaved, and she had boardered the pockets, sleeves and v-necked collar with gold embroidery. She shuffled closer to him in her heavy brown boots.
"დიდი მადლობა ჩემი სიყვარული," She said in her native tounge. Unknown to what she just said, Germany just pulled her closer as she blushed.
"I refuse to be as ugly a the rest of you!" France whined. Everyone had changed into jumpsuits of there own style, France's being pink with a white scarf. Trinidad snorted.
"Really? Says the guy wearing pink!" She laughed as he flicked her round the back of the head, staring as she walked to sit on the other side of the room in her green jumpsuit with her signature sash, in the style of her flag.
"Oui! You are the one wearing her flag as a sash!" She poked her tounge out and began texting an unknown person, who turned out to be Albania, who was heading their way.
Where are you? I'm stuck in the room with Mr fancy pants! Save me? She managed to send the message as England snached her phone away.
"Look on the bright side 'Mr Fancy Pants' at least you don't smell like drunk cheese!" He said.
"Who are you texting. Trinidad?"
"Albania." SHe replied, laughing quietly at the sudden perk of America at the sound of her name.
"Where is she?" He asked, practically jumping.
"She is on her way," England read the recived text laughing as he said the next part.
"And she says 'don't kill Mr Fancy Pants or we won't ever get any decent wine again!"
"Hey!" France exclaimed haughtily as Trinidad and England collapsed in laughter.
"Dudes! Let's not let this get us down!" America shouted. "We have to stand together whether we like it or not, and I don't,"
"I agree, I don't like it!" Russia smiled.
"Right. We should fight together against it, even if we hate it." China added.
"I hate it more," England sighed.
"Oui, Je detesté!"
"Stuck in a room with him? Please, I hate it more than you all put together!" Trinidad jabbed a thumb towards the frenchman.
"No rikey! But we might as well listen to eachothers opinions."
"Right. Raise your hand if you want to work together," Germany said. Both he and Georgia raised their hands first, followed by everyone else, then Italy, who looked like he didn't even know why he was in the first place.
"Pasta!" He said as his cat miowed.
"Check this out! A dose of originality! We get a huge hero and he repels the rays with his sheild and beats the crap out of those lamos!"
"In that case, I think Japan should do it!" Italy said explaining his reasons, mostly to do with anime storys.
"If your talking anime, I can do that!" China said.
"I admire your imagination, but I don't think it will work." Georgia whispered.
"How about coming up with something realistic!" Germany boomed.
"I was thinking the same thing! And my idea is just that!" England said, pointing to the dark magic circle.
"Yeah, we need something realistic!" The others agreed. England gasped in fury.
"You wankers! Don't ignore me!" A wired high pitched voice came from the laptop.
"Ah what a charming alien," France dighed.
"He's cute!" Trinidad cooed.
"Cuter than me?" France asked;
"Oui!" She teased.
"Ah, so you know my native language! You must like me in some way!" He grinned.
"Yes, love to insult you and what better way than in your own language!" He frowned.
"He isn't just an alien, Tony's my best friend!" America argued.
"That's a bit sad..." Georgia said, shocking eveyone, England laughed and turned to Germany.
"She's a keeper! Better hurry up and marry her before I do!" He joked, Germany glared at him and blushed. Trinidad raised her eyebrows at the pair, catching onto the hint of a plan. Germany shrugged and pulled out of his pocket a blue velvet box, before hastily shoving it back in as Georgia looked up at him and smiled, before burying her head back in his chest.
"Dude! Tony! What's the scoop bruh?" The alien replied in a different language that only America understood it seemed.
"Okay! It seems Tony has a top secret picture of the euro-space development!"
"How did he understand that? All I heard was fucking!" France, England and Trinidad thought. 'Tony' sipped on a drink and clicked a putton showing a picture of the aliens hugging humans.
"Oh come on now! That's obviously photoshopped!" England sighed.
"Haha! Sorry, that's just Tony's style! Hey! Tony quit bustin' our balls were trying to be serious here!"
"Says the dude with an alien best friend..." Trinidad mumbled.
The alien talked to America for a bit before he said;
"Rock out! Thanks a butt load, Tony!"
"What is it?" Japan asked. "What did your wired friend say?"
"Well luckily he wastes a lot of time on intergalatic porn and stuff and he was able to track down the Platonian site then he hacked into it. Apparently their password is just password."
"Oh. Bravo for him for being alien then."
"Hey, he's my friend!" America said as Tony showed them the website.
"I can't read what it says!" Germany growled.
"No-one can apart from America...I think...and that little alien person." Georgia said.
"Calm down dude! Tony, start the translation software thingy!" The alien nodded and the words were then readable.
He clicked on a video, which buffered for a bit before starting.
"This pure white planet is known as Picto and what they belive to be the ultimate form to pursue galaxy wide perfection through a process which uses light to transform other beings into their unifom image, refered to as similation sound familiar?" The lady said.
"That is unforgivable!" China shouted.
"The pictonians decided on Earth as their next target as it's tecnological advancement, as well as intelegence, i.e- they thought it would be easy. Thankfully, earth has a remidial class in pretty much everything and is famous for social enxiety, outbursts and tollerance, and pouting, which is the worst. There are other additional issues, but I'd rather not say them, I don't wanna bum you out!"
"Well..." Trinidad stared at the screen, gobsmacked.
"Umm..." Georgia just blinked, before turning hearing footsteps.
"Macedonia's gone!" Albania cried. Running in but was stopped by America who seized his chance and pulled her into a strong hug.
"What? I thought she stayed home?" Georgia asked.
"She did! But the whole place was picto-fyed and she was missing! She put up banners and everything for us!" The group stood in silence as she sobbed into America's shoulder, as Trinidad, Georgia and Japan, the people who knew her best, comforted her.