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"Alright," England stated. "we did everything we could to help you win your war, now it's your turn."

I slumped. "Yeah, I know." I sighed.

Mako looked at me confused. "What's he talking about?" he asked.

"When we met, we made a deal." Germany stated. "If we help you with your war, then she'd help us."

"What?" I could tell Mako wasn't completely on board with this. "Do you even know what they need help for?" he asked me.

America pushed through the crowd. "Dude, cool it!" he called. "All we need is just some help with an alien invation who's trying to make our planet so boaringly white and uses light to turn their victoms into slaves."

"No pressure!" Italy added.

I just looked at the men and facepalmed myself. "Why did I not ask?"

"Well, you're not going to be alone!" Mako exclaimed. "I'm coming with you!"

"No!" I refused. When he looked at me, I explained. "I need you here to cover for me. If I go up to Tenzin and the White Lotus and tell them I'm going to stop an alien invation for a different world, what do you think they'll say?"

He looked at me, then sighed. "Fine." Suddenly, his attention was directed to all the men. "But if she doesn't come back, it's on YOUR heads!" He did that thing he does that makes you almost want to back out of a bad idea as he left the hut.

England drew a freaky star thing on the ground, told us to get in the star, and he started saying some wierd stuff. Something about heata meata jacklatoya dumbledora? I don't know. But anyway, when he was done, there was a huge flash and the only thing I knew was that I wasn't in the South Pole anymore.

It seemed like a cheap back yard. There were white buildings in the distance and crashed white cars that looked like crumbled paper, and a small club house looking shelter labled Temperary Headquorters. As all the men loaded in the club house, I slumped. This alien invation thing reduced them to living in a club house that looks like Meelo built from scratch? That's just sad. I followed them as America smiled at me. "Welcome to the UN Temp Headquorters!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah," I started, looking around the structure. "sure feel welcoming."

Germany took control and stood as everyone else sat either on the side or in a makeshift chair. "First order of business," he started.

"figuring out how to stop those Pictonions!"

I gave him a look. "Slow down!" I requested. "Mind catching me up first?"

The eight men explained their situation in full, adding their little spin too it. "My awsome alien friend-dude, Tony, told me that the invaders are Pictonians." America started.

"They are trying to make our planet uniformed to where we physically can't tell eachother apart." Germany added.

"Unfortunately, I'm to beautiful to be just as ugly as anyone in this room." France stated.

"Are you suggesting that there's something wrong with my appearance?!" England shouted.

"Fucking. Fucking." I heard a sound from the device on the table with the screan. It was metalic, had electric cords pluged into it, and the screan had the ability to bend forwrad and back. I never saw anything like it.

America walked up to the device and smiled. "Tony!" he started. "What's the scoop bro!"

The creature on the screan, who had light grey skin, big bug red eyes, and no visable mouth, shoved a whole sandwich of some sort in its face, somehow mustering up a mouth to do what I could only assume as eating the sandwich, gulped it down, then put a straw its mouth. After he finished what I assume was finishing the drink, he removed the straw and stated, "Fucking bitch."

"What?!" America slaped the table. "You better be telling me the truth bro!"

I slowly leaned over to Germany, one of the few people that seemed to understand. "Did you understand any of that?" I asked.

"Nein." he answered. "Nothing."

"Hey, America," I shouted. "do you acctually understand what this thing is saying?" He nodded. "Then, would you mind translateing?"

He laughed as we stared at him. "I forgot, you dudes don't understand Tony's language!" he stated. "Well, these Pictonians acctually plan on moving their victoms back to Pictu for labor. While those dudes do that, the converted Pictonians are gonna stay here and keep Earth as a resurve."

I looked over at England and France, who just gaped at the screan. "How did he get that?" they asked out loud. "All I heard was fucking bitch."

"They must have some weakness!" Germany exclaimed.

"They do." Tony stated calmly.

All of us, even America, dropped our jaws with white eyes and blue faces at the screan. "You speak human?!" England exclaimed.

"Why didn't you mention that?!"

"Because," the alien started, pulling out some other new device I never saw before. "I don't do dub." he finished his statement. "Let's see, their weaknesses are..." Every face was tence in anxiaty. "Hold on, I spelled weaknesses wrong."

A split second later, a green light raining muticolored flowers passed by the screan and Tony's skin turned white and his eyes dissappeared before the connection failed. "Tony!" America cried in consern.

When I turned, I saw a collection of green floating lights. "What's that?!" I asked.

"It appears that the enemy is attacking." Germany answered.