I do not own Hetalia or Animorphs. I'm not that creative.
Axis Powers: Hetalia is the brainchild of Hidekazu Himaruya, and Animorphs belongs to Katherine Applegate.
This is my response to 34 36 Avatar. Thank you for the review!
Just out of curiosity, are you the person who did the previous reviews as well? If you are, I believe I might have misinterpreted your request for the list of infested nations. :P So if you're referring to the countries that the Yeerks have begun to conquer, I... don't even know. Yes, I'm an awful writer, and I make it sound like the Earth is just one huge continent. XD The Yeerk conquest hasn't spread that far yet. It's probably concentrated in America.
Hm... To be honest, I don't really plan out my story. I just type, and whatever happens, I go with it. So I can't give you a definite answer about Australia yet. (And it'd be quite a spoiler, wouldn't it? :P)
By the way, if the Hetalia characters are Controllers, it doesn't automatically mean that all the citizens that are in... say, "Italy", are Controllers too.
"Your boobs are jiggling," Tony pointed out.
Ukraine fished her phone from her pocket with a frown. "It's the vibration from my phone, Tony. That was rude. Oh, Estonia's calling. Excuse me," she told America and Tony, turning away to answer the call. "Hello, Estonia. What's wrong?"
"We need to talk to Tony. Something terrible happened to Latvia and he morphed into an animal. The animal was perfectly healthy, so we reasoned that Latvia would be in that condition when he morphed. Now we want to know if Latvia will still be injured once he morphs back."
"Oh, I'll get Tony on the line," Ukraine hurriedly replied. "Tell Tony the entire story."
She handed the phone to Tony. "Hey bitch," Tony greeted, pressing the phone to the side of his head.
"Hey Tony, something terrible has happened to Latvia." Estonia recited the entire story again.
"Latvia will be fine once he turns back," Tony whispered – he was afraid America might overhear.
He needn't have worried, though. America was engrossed in his phone. America slid the phone back into his pocket and glanced up. "What's going on?" he prodded.
"Latvia needs some help, that's all," Ukraine broke in.
"The hero shall come to the rescue!" America proclaimed. "Let's go!" He took off, running down the path.
Ukraine gasped, "No!"
Tony narrowed his eyes. "Come on, I'll beam you up to my spaceship." He snapped his fingers and a green light engulfed them. Ukraine felt herself floating, the ground getting further and further away. Then her surroundings changed, and she realised she was inside a completely whitewashed spaceship.
"Chase America," Tony ordered the pilot in the front. The pilot looked exactly the same as Tony.
The pilot answered something incomprehensible, and the spaceship gave a jolt. Ukraine peered out of one of the small windows curiously.
The spacecraft was hovering among the clouds, just out of sight of the civilians. There was a small built-in telescope by the window. She looked through it, roving the area below her. Not long after, she recognised the vivacious American. His bomber jacket flapped behind him like a makeshift cape.
Ukraine tried to locate Latvia. It wouldn't be too hard to spot a bison in the open.
There.
Two blondes, one brunette and one bison stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the flat green grass. She noted, with dismay, that America was heading straight in their direction. There was barely time to warn them.
"Tony, go to the field and beam us down! They're there! America is going to find them!" Ukraine knew she sounded hysterical. She felt hysterical.
Tony barked out more commands to the pilot in a foreign language. The spacecraft banked to the side sharply, and Ukraine felt her ears pop as they descended swiftly.
"Come here, Ukraine," Tony called. He was standing on a door. She made her way over. Tony pressed a button, and the door swung open.
Ukraine screamed. All she saw was clear sky, and it was going to be a horribly long drop to the ground.
"I don't want this!" Ukraine snatched Tony up and held him in a crushing hug.
Tony was suffocated. "Chill, man! It's a beam, you won't fall. Besides, I bet you'd just bounce right up again if you landed on your chest."
He'd achieved his goal. Ukraine pushed him away disgustedly and folded her arms over her chest. Tony was right, though. Her descent was as gentle as a tiny pebble sinking in a calm pool.
The Baltics and Poland all looked on as they were beamed down. Their eyes were wide with amazement.
Ukraine finally felt herself touch solid ground, and she flung herself towards them. "We must go! Quick, get into the beam! America is coming this way!"
"A-America?" Lithuania's voice wavered; he had mixed feelings about this. America was a Controller, but also a good friend whom he hadn't met for quite some time.
"Liet, let's get out of here!" Poland tugged on Lithuania's arm lightly. Estonia, Latvia, Ukraine and Tony were already floating up towards the spaceship. Lithuania stumbled, regained his footing, then ran towards the green beam.
A shout from behind caught their attention, and when they turned, America was barrelling at full speed right towards them. "Hey Lithuania! Hey Poland!"
Poland squeaked and froze. Lithuania pushed Poland into the beam before stepping in as well. Lithuania could feel remorseful later, but for now, all he focused on was: He's a Controller. He's a Controller that looks and acts exactly like America.
America came nearer, squinting at the spacecraft floating in the sky. "Tony? Tony, buddy, where ya going? If you're going on an adventure, count me in!" With that, he stepped into the green light as well, just a few feet below Poland and Lithuania.
Tony cursed colourfully, and it was evident by the way the pilot covered his ears that the words were unpleasant. The other nations, however, had no clue of what he said.
"Alright, shut off the beam once Poland and Lithuania enter the spaceship safely," Tony snapped. "I'm really sorry to say that we'd have to sacrifice America for the sake of this world."
"You're going to let America fall to his death?" Ukraine screamed.
"Latvia, morph out, now!" Estonia exclaimed. "You'll be fine, Tony said so."
Even as a bison, Latvia still managed to tremble really hard. He began the morph back into himself. This time, the fur was sucked back into his body first, leaving behind a peachy, hairless bison.
This situation would've been almost comical, if not for the fact that one of the greatest countries in the world was going to be sent to his doom.
- Hetanimorphs -
Belarus stopped once every few minutes to cough. Russia ignored her at first, but her coughing grew more persistent. Each cough racked her entire body. She was clutching her abdomen as she walked, and even her movement was erratic. She swayed side-to-side, tripping over nothing occasionally.
"Are you alright?" Russia finally asked.
Belarus' cloudy eyes met Russia's clear violet ones. Russia noted, with fear, that Belarus had never showed any signs of weakness before. Until now.
"I-I'm fine," she croaked, and gave a violent shudder.
"You're not fine," Russia opposed. "What happened?"
She raised a trembling hand to push her lank hair away from her face, and Russia spotted it.
Russia didn't know how to begin describing it. It was swollen, it was red, it looked like rashes and blisters, and it oozed like suppurating wounds and foetid flesh.
Russia had seen many awful things in his life, but to see this, on his younger sister's delicate wrist... It was beyond horrible.
"Belarus! What in the world?" Russia yelled, seizing her forearm. Belarus didn't even have the energy to croon something about him touching her. She merely eyed him lethargically.
"I'm getting a doctor," Russia insisted. "Just stay awake, Belarus."
She attempted to speak, but when she did, a mouthful of saliva bubbled out and her eyes rolled back into her head.
Russia scooped Belarus up and broke into a full-out sprint towards... He didn't even know, really. He was just going to collide into a zookeeper and threaten him to save his little sister. Or else.
It didn't take long for him to find one of the staff. She wasn't even a zookeeper, she was just a road sweeper. Russia's eyes glowed, though half his face was in shadow, as he listed out the things he would do to her if she didn't save Belarus right now.
"I-I can't s-save h-her but I c-can bring h-her to t-the nurse," the terrified road sweeper stammered.
"Okay." Russia stepped aside, allowing her to lead the way.
She hurried towards the nurse's office, Russia running after her. Belarus was getting jostled really badly, and every jerk made Russia's heart leapt into his mouth, but he knew time was of the essence here.
She knocked wildly on the nurse's door and the nurse flung the door open with a harried look. "Here you go!" the poor road sweeper exclaimed, sidling past Russia to get as far away from him as possible.
The nurse was extremely efficient. She told Russia to lay Belarus down on the bed, and instructed him wait in the other room as she removed Belarus' clothes.
Her gasp was clearly audible, even through the door.
A while later, she stepped into the room Russia was in with a pale face. "I've injected her with antivenom and cleaned her multiple bites, but her condition is really serious. The venom was in her for too long."
Russia stood up. Now he was a head taller than the nurse.
"Belarus will pull through. She's a strong little sister," he drawled. "I want to see her."
"B-By all means, d-do enter!" the nurse squeaked.
Russia strode into the room. Belarus lay on the bed, clothed in a drab white outfit. He could clearly see the snake bites on her now.
"Belarus... Why didn't you tell me you were bitten by a snake earlier?" Russia muttered, reaching down to brush her platinum-blonde hair away from her forehead.
Belarus didn't reply. Russia continued, "You can't keep acting tough and strong. Everyone has their limits, and not everyone is infallible."
It seemed almost as if Belarus was struggling to snap out of her coma. A surge of pride rose within Russia. She was going to stay alive.
Russia did something he knew would surely push her over the edge. He leaned in close to Belarus' ear, and whispered huskily, "Marry me."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Belarus' eyes shot open and she sought out Russia. "Big brother, did you really mean it?"
"No," he responded cheerfully. "I just wanted you to wake up."
"But why won't you marry me?" Belarus screeched. Almost all signs of weakness were gone now.
"I don't wanna!" Russia wailed.
The nurse cleared her throat – they hadn't even noticed her presence there. "We have to detain you for questioning."
"No," the two siblings snapped in unison.
"I think yes." She slid open another door, revealing three policemen.
Russia's eyes met Belarus. "Are you able to fight?"
She held his gaze evenly. "For big brother, I can do anything."
They sprang at the group. Belarus found out that her knives had been taken from her when she was de-clothed, which only served to fuel her rage. She flailed like a wild cat, her fingers scraping every surface she could find. The policemen raised their arms to defend themselves, only to find their arms getting shredded.
Russia took out a pickaxe from under his coat, and swung it at the nurse. She dodged it almost effortlessly, and used the wall to push herself off, sending a kick right at Russia.
He stumbled, then seized her calf and threw her onto a table viciously. She fell off the table, turned around and grabbed the table leg. She was strong enough to smash the table onto Russia. Russia rolled once his body touched the ground, and swept his pickaxe low. It caught the nurse on the back of her knee and sent her toppling over.
By this time, Russia had gotten up. He loomed over the nurse, a purple aura emanating from him. The pickaxe was aimed straight at her heart.
"Any last words?" Russia had always wanted to say that. Watching his victims attempt to formulate a witty reply in the wake of their impending death seemed like fun.
The nurse's eyes hardened.
Belarus was still facing off the three policemen, and she was doing a darn good job of it. Their clothes lay in shreds off of them, and their skin was bruised, but they continued to fight on.
Belarus had managed to snatch a scalpel off the floor – it skittered close to her when the nurse hit the table, sending medical instruments flying. She wielded it in front of her. "Come any closer and I'll slice your dicks off," she hissed.
The policemen changed tactics. They yanked their shotguns out of their holsters and pointed it at Belarus.
Belarus froze. There was no way she could win against a gun with her sharp, but also fragile scalpel.
"Slice my dick off, I dare you to," one policeman mocked, his finger teasing the trigger of the gun.
Belarus twirled the scalpel in her hand. Maybe if she threw it, it'd lodge right in the man's heart. But there would still two other policemen to deal with.
No matter. Belarus was going to die trying. She ran towards the one who taunted her, the scalpel making a perfect curve in the air she flung it straight towards another policeman.
There was a cry, and Belarus was on the man, clawing his face mercilessly. The policeman hadn't dared to shoot at her. He was all bark and no bite.
The two of them wrestled with each other. He was fruitlessly trying to shove her off him. His entire body stung from all the scratches, his muscles were burning, and his throat ran dry. Belarus ripped and punched maniacally, her breath coming out in short puffs. Her nails were caked in blood by the time she stood up, and her eyes scanned the room for Russia.
The third policeman pulled the trigger of his gun.
A loud shot rang out.
The bullet went right through Belarus.
She collapsed.
- Hetanimorphs -
"I can't do it!" Tony was freaking out.
Estonia and Ukraine was crowded around the main controls of the spaceship. They understood Tony. They'd hesitate to kill their Yeerk-infested friends as well. The Yeerk inside them was evil. Not them. They were just innocent hosts, powerless to stop the Yeerks.
Latvia, upon morphing out, had found himself stark naked and ran for the safety of the bathroom.
"Poland and Lithuania are almost here," Estonia reported.
Time was slipping through their fingers. Tony had to make his decision once Poland and Lithuania entered the safety of the spaceship. Given the rate that they were ascending, Tony only had about six seconds to push the button that would deactivate the beam.
Poland and Lithuania entered the spaceship. Now everyone began to panic.
"Push the button!"
"You'd be killing an innocent nation!"
"I'm scared!"
"I'll do it," Lithuania interjected, walking towards the controls. "I know America would rather die than face a fate like this."
The faces that turned towards him displayed mixed emotions; Tony was expressionless, Ukraine was teary, Estonia was awestruck, Latvia, peeping out from behind the bathroom door, was scared (when wasn't he scared?) and Poland...
Poland engulfed him in a hug. "Liet! You're amazing!"
"Poland, get off me! I have to..."
It was too late. America's laugh rang throughout the spacecraft. "Hey, dudes! Where are we going now?"
Estonia, Latvia and Ukraine gave each other dismayed looks. It wasn't like America could do anything to them – he was vastly outnumbered – but his presence still scared them.
Tony's fingers flew across the control board. The door slammed shut and the spaceship rose, tilting a little. Lithuania shook Poland off crossly.
"Poland, why did you distract me? Wouldn't you rather we be safe?"
Realisation dawned on Lithuania.
Poland grinned back. Or rather, the Yeerk in his brain made him.
Oh dear. This was an extremely tricky chapter to write. I was toying with the idea of whether to make the countries infallible, then I decided that they could die if they were injured badly enough. Dying brings more excitement to a plotline, doesn't it?
And Poland! Who would've guessed?
Oh yeah, guys, I know I haven't said much, but you know how lonely I feel without reviews? ;w; I have no idea whether my story is good or bad, and if it's bad, no one is criticising my story. Sob. I mean, even having flames is better than this... *Echoing voice*
I apologise for any OOC behaviour.