AN: Sorry guys, it's a short and slow chapter. A lot explaining and such. Anyways please review! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Alfred awoke and realized that his glasses were missing. The second thing that he noticed was the throbbing pain throughout his whole body. 'Am I wounded?' he wondered. Looking down at his bandaged body he discovered that the answer was yes. Yes he was. He tried to observe his surroundings, try to get a sense at where he was. The only thing he was able to get out of his blurry vision was that he was in an infirmary. He could clearly see the holographic monitors near him, showing his medical condition. According to it he should have been dead, or more precisely he was dead but came back. Now he only had two broken ribs, a broken arm, cracks in his hip, and a broken nose; all which were healing quickly. No surprise there. He sat there staring at the list of injuries that he had suffered. He tried to remember but it was all a blur. Only bites and pieces of his memory remained.
"I'm Alfred F. Jones," He told himself. "Personification of the U.S.A and I…. and I died?" He closed his eyes trying to remember what happened but nothing came. Letting out a sigh and ignoring the pain from his injuries he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the infirmary bed. He was debating on standing up and leaving when he heard the door slide open.
"Oh, good, you're awake," Alfred looked over his shoulder and saw a man in a white lab coat come into view. He looked to be in his forties and had dark wavy hair and brown eyes. "I am Doctor Washington. Tell me, how are you feeling?"
"Not so good. I haven't felt this bad sense I ate Arthur's cooking." He replied with a small laugh.
"Is this Arthur of yours that bad of a cook?" The doctor asked with a smile as he checked the monitor.
"Saying that he is a bad cook is like saying space is a bit big," The doctor laughed but didn't say anything in return. It was silent for a moment, which made Alfred irritated and uncomfortable and it wasn't long before he broke it. "So, where am I?"
"You are in the Revelations base on Mars." He answered.
"Um... What?" Alfred stared at the man like as if he just spoke a different language.
"You haven't heard of it," He exclaimed in a surprised voice. "You must be very out of touch. I thought that you would be from one of the sup bases, such as Alpha or Omega, but if you were you would know these things," When Alfred continued to give him a blank stare he decided to explain. "Revelations is the main base of operations here on Mars. We are in charge of terraforming it and making it habitable. After all, Most of Earth is nothing but a barren waste land after WW3. Even after all these years it still hasn't recovered," Alfred felt a surge of panic and his head started to ache. Ignorant to this the doctor continued. "Some of the countries have already created small settlements here but Russia want's this to be special. They will all come over and explore the New World and have wars over land just like they use to. The Nation representatives are especially excited for it."
"W-Wait, what year is it?" Alfred asked. Something told him that he wasn't going to like the answer.
"It's 2322, of course," The doctor looked at him suspiciously. "Who are you? You're obviously not one of my men and your obviously not some super eager civilian who thought that they would get a head start in the new world." The doctor placed his hands on his hips causing his lab coat to move back, revealing a gun that Alfred didn't recognize
"Your men?" Alfred questioned as he eyed the gun.
"Yes. I am a R.U commander. Commander of this base, actually. Now answer my question or we will have to do this the hard way."
"Okay, okay! Hold your horses, cowboy." Alfred held his hands up in surrender as he saw the doctor reach for his gun.
The doctor gave him a confused look. "What?"
"Hold your horses! It means slow down," The doctor didn't give him any sign that he understood up instead stood there waiting. "Uh… okay I have no clue where to start explaining this. Well first off, most of my memories are gone and I have no clue how I got here. As for who I am, well, I'm Alfred. U.S.A."
The doctor stood there for a moment before bursting out laughing. "HAHAHAHAHA! Good one! You must have hit your head pretty hard!"
Alfred scowled. "I am! I'm America!"
Calming down he patted Alfred on the shoulder and wiped a tear from his eye. "I'm going to check your head to make sure that it's okay. America has been dead for years. History said that he and the nation self-destructed in World War 3."
"Self-destructed… that's not right." Alfred muttered.
"Probably not," The doctor said bitterly. "'History is written by the victor', they say and Russia wrote themselves to be quiet the hero; saying that they saved the world with their quick thinking and careful actions."
"WHAT?! Russia can't be the hero! I'm the hero!" Alfred exclaimed. He stood up quickly and found that it was a bad idea. His vision blurred and his head pounded.
"Careful. You shouldn't be standing up yet." Washington gently grabbed his arm and forced him to sit back down.
"Why is Russia the good guy here?" Alfred muttered.
"Well I wouldn't call them good guys. They are the world's superpower and rein supreme over all the empires and kingdoms. That's what the Treaty stated." The doctor explained.
"I'm sorry. I just don't understand." Letting out a sigh the doctor sat down next to Alfred and explained to him about the war that happened over a hundred year ago. He told Alfred about the treaty which keeps any major war like that from happening ever again. Washington also told him other things. Like how Russian is the worlds most used language and English it second or how government systems changed and monarchies is the main form of government now a days.
Alfred let out an empty laugh. "I guess a lot of things have changed sense I've been out of the game."
The doctor looked at Alfred with pity. "Are you really the United States?" he asked.
"Yes! I am. I'm not sure what I am doing here though or how I got here in the first place. Isn't this territory Russia's?"
"No not yet. It might be in the future. This base and all the other bases on Mars are not controlled by a single country. The personification of Russia thought that it would be fun to leave the planet as uninhabited as possible and on Union Day all the countries will gather and set out for this New World. They will fight over land just like they once did with you." The doctor sighed at the thought.
"What's Union Day?" Alfred asked. His wounds didn't hurt as much as they did and he was starting to realize how hungry he was. 'I wonder if they have burgers here…' He wondered.
"Union Day was founded to celebrate the end of the war but most see it has a day of mourning for those who passed. Russia hopes that by landing on Mars and starting a new world people will see it has a happy day instead of a sad one." The doctor explained.
"So basically it's my death day, neat," he muttered sarcastically. "When is it?"
"It's tomorrow. We were scoping the area and making preparations for their arrival when we found you. Russia wants it to be like a game, you see. This is the starting point and at midnight on Union Day they will set out and colonize. They would have a week to find an area to start and then the fights for territory begin," The doctor looks at Alfred with concern. "I believe you when you say that you are America. If you were a normal person you wouldn't be alive. If that's true then we can't let them find you."
Alfred looks at the doctor with confusion. "Why not? England could help me. I could return and fight!"
"NO," The doctor shouted. He stopped to calm himself before continuing. "You don't understand. The world is a different place now. The representatives have changed over the years. I know my history, I keep up with the news, and I can honestly tell you that everyone has changed. Right now you are injured and you have no clue what's going on. I suggest you wait until after Union day. Then you can decide your course of action."
Alfred sat there in silence for a moment before nodding. "Alright, I'll wait until after this Union Day," Suddenly his stomach growled loudly. Embarrassed he let out a small laugh. "So, do you know how to make a cheeseburger?" he asked.
Washington thought for a moment. "Well it's not a very common food, but I know how to make it. I could head down and make it for you quickly."
"I think I can walk by now. I heal quickly after all plus I feel like I'll go crazy if I just sit here!" Alfred exclaimed. With the doctor's hesitant approval he accompanied him down to the lower levels of the base to get something to eat.
AN: Next chapter! Arrival of the other nations! I look forward to it. :)