(Edit: I'll be re-writing this story, because I want it to sound less like a crack fic. Haha. And because there are too many loopholes and things which I haven't explained properly.)
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.
Lithuania sank down to the floor slowly, tears spilling out of his eyes and cascading down his cheeks. "I trusted you!"
Poland's smile grew broader. "You're a fool, Lithuania."
America bounded over to Poland. "Hey, buddy." He slung an arm over the smaller nation's petite frame. "Visser Three will be pleased."
The three other Soviet nations gaped as they looked on.
"P-Poland's a Controller?" Latvia was dumbfounded.
Estonia nodded. "It seems that way."
Ukraine was crying too. "It's all my fault! I should've known!"
Lithuania's lips were set in a thin line. "No, it's my fault. I was the one who wanted Poland to join us. I'm so deeply sorry, and I beg for your forgiv—"
Tony interrupted with an impatient snort. "It's not anyone's fault. No one suspected a thing at all. It's okay, though. The spacecraft is at an altitude of two thousand feet. No one would survive a jump from this height. My plan is to starve the Yeerks inside them until they leave their hosts!"
Poland gasped; he only had about a day and a half left before he'd need Kadrona rays once again. America, however, looked smug. "Sure, dudes. After three days, we'll see who's starving more." He opened his bomber jacket to reveal two burgers.
"My burgers!" Tony exclaimed.
"We're all g-going to starve and d-die!" Latvia bawled.
"Don't worry, we'll find a solution to this," Estonia declared.
"Get more milk!" Ukraine squealed.
"What?" the Baltics chorused.
"Get more milk!" she repeated with a gleam in her eyes.
Poland rolled his eyes and squealed sarcastically, "Oh my gawd, our Yeerk empire is going to be defeated by a bunch of air-headed, trembling kids."
America slapped Poland on the back with a huge guffaw. "These kids ain't got nothin' on us." He took a bite out of his burger and smirked at Tony.
Tony fumed silently, but he was positive that they'd emerge victorious after this ordeal, so he let it slide.
The pilot suddenly uttered a long string of words, to which Tony's eyes widened. They lapsed into an engaging conversation which none of the countries could follow.
"So..." Estonia began, eyeing the two Controllers opposite him.
Poland was definitely scared. His eyes kept flitting towards the controls. Estonia wouldn't give him a chance to set foot near the controls, though.
"Mister Russia's going to wonder where we are," Lithuania mumbled.
"Latvia, do you think it'd be a good idea to get into morph?" Estonia asked in a low voice, just barely audible to Latvia.
Latvia bit his lip as he played out different possible scenarios in his mind.
Scenario One: Everyone stays in the spaceship for three days until the Yeerks die.
Scenario Two: The Controllers manage to escape.
Scenario Three: The Controllers fall to a gruesome death.
Scenario Four: An epic space battle ensues, with lasers firing at the enemy spacecraft and—
"We don't have lasers," Tony pointed out.
"W-What?" It took a while for Latvia to realise he had been talking out loud.
A small smile was on Estonia's face. "Oh, Latvia. What are we going to do with you?"
"You guys are such losers," Poland sneered.
"This is serious!" Ukraine cried. "We need a plan!"
No one budged.
"I'm going with Scenario One," Tony finally voiced.
"We ain't going down that easily, suckers!" America spat.
"Oh, shut up," Latvia growled.
- Hetanimorphs -
When Belarus was shot, Russia got distracted. The nurse seized the opportunity to spring up and snatch the pickaxe from him. It look a lot of kicking and biting to make him relinquish control on the pickaxe, but she managed it eventually.
None of the policemen were fatally wounded, and they helped to restrain Belarus. Belarus was cursing colourfully as blood spurted out of the bullet-hole in her stomach. Russia gave them quite a bit of trouble. Only after the nurse raked his pickaxe across his torso and ripped his scarf did Russia stop resisting.
Now he clutched his scarf with a jagged hole clearly visible. Small beads of moisture dotted Russia's bottom eyelid. "Why are you all so mean? Must we constantly fight?"
The nurse blinked. Russia was crouched in a corner, reminiscent of a young boy who had just lost his favourite plaything.
"You guys are not human!" she yelled. The policemen ran towards Russia noisily. "No human would be able to survive that much snake venom in them!"
Russia's grin was visible in the shadow that had fallen over him. "Yes. We're not human."
With that, a huge gale burst into the room. The temperature plummeted, and rock-hard pellets began to fall from the ceiling.
General Winter bellowed. A gust of wind, carrying with it hailstones and snowflakes, battered the nurse and policemen. They shielded their faces with their arms.
Russia got on his hands and knees, squinting against the harsh wind to find Belarus. He crawled towards her voice, which was crying out "big brother!"
"Belarus. Let's go," he hissed. The cold rattled his teeth. He undid the bonds immobilising her and yanked her up.
The whole room was in chaos. It was freezing, visibility was almost non-existent, and one step out of place could wrench you off the ground.
Russia undid his coat and wrapped it around Belarus snugly. He was used to the cold. Belarus' fingers intertwined around his with complete faith and trust. He staggered towards where he assumed the door was, and his palm curled around the door handle. Success.
The screams of the people in the room were being snatched away by the ferocious wind. General Winter was having fun.
It took a lot of effort to force the door open; Russia had to overcome the force of the wind pressing against the door. Belarus just continued to grip his hand tightly. He felt protectiveness well up inside him – in the past, he took on the role of older brother, looking after Belarus. She was young and weaker then, and she looked up to him as a role model.
Actually, she still did. But she didn't have incestuous ideas and she was cuter as a child.
The door flipped open with a resounding crash. Russia took off, dragging Belarus behind him. From the room they just exited, they could hear the door slam shut once more.
They had emerged into a cosily decorated room. The sofas had plush cushions in earthly tones, and the woollen floor rug had an antique feel. Russia had passed this room previously, but was too preoccupied to admire its interior design.
Belarus made her way over to the sofa and lay down. Her eyes were half-shut. Russia felt a twinge of guilt. If it hadn't been for him, Belarus wouldn't have gotten envenomed, and they wouldn't have had that encounter in the nurse's office, and she wouldn't have gotten shot.
It had been a long day.
Russia unwound his scarf from around his neck and thrust it at Belarus. "Use this to bandage your wound."
Belarus accepted the scarf with thanks.
Russia checked his watch. It was fast approaching three-thirty. He wondered briefly if the others were doing alright. They certainly hadn't gotten into a huge mess like him, that's for sure.
- Hetanimorphs -
America was tapping away on his iPhone screen. Poland leaned over. "What are you doing?"
Instead of replying, America switched to "Notes" and started typing.
I'm calling for help. England and the others will be here soon.
Poland's thin eyebrows furrowed. "And how are they going to get in?"
From across the spaceship, Lithuania eyed them with suspicion.
You'll see.
Poland couldn't wait to see it.
"Tony!" the pilot shouted.
Tony dashed over, spewing foreign words rapidly. Their small bodies quivered as they bustled about.
"What's happening?" Latvia questioned.
Estonia shrugged. "I have no ide—Ah!"
The spacecraft jolted violently, and everyone slid to one side. Latvia lost his grip on the bathroom door and slid along with the others.
Then it gave another jolt, and everyone was slammed on to the wall on the other side. Even Tony and the pilot were struggling for a foothold on the smooth floor as they slid over. America slunk towards the window closest to him, his body still pressed against the wall. Poland did likewise.
"Bad news, guys," Tony called over the din of shuffling feet and groans (especially from Latvia, who was crushed between two tall Baltics, one busty Ukraine and the wall). "Our spaceship is going down."
"You can't win," America crowed. "England is slowly bringing the spaceship towards the ground, where our reinforcements will bust this junk and capture all of you!"
"Tony, Tony's friend, morph," Lithuania whispered. He was pumped up and ready to go into battle. The Yeerks were going to see a side of him very few people saw, and they were going to face Hell. They would regret ever laying their figurative hands on his best friend. "We'll cover you till the morph is complete. All of us will take turns to morph."
They nodded and darted behind the nations. There were faint squelching sounds, so they quickly stirred up a conversation to hide the noises.
"I wonder how Russia and Belarus are doing," Ukraine mused.
"Mister Russia and Miss Belarus will be fine," Lithuania assured her. A faint blush tinted his cheeks.
Estonia's lips curved upwards. "You're blinded by love."
"Am not!" Lithuania protested, his face flushing an even deeper red. "Miss Belarus is beautiful."
Latvia spoke, "S-She's scary..."
Poland's head turned. In that instant, Lithuania could see the agonised look in Poland's eyes. Then it was gone, like a steel wall had slammed down. The Yeerk was back in control once more.
"How typical. Talking about your love lives like a bunch of teenage girls in the face of adversity," Poland drawled, sauntering over.
"We're almost at ground level now!" America exulted from the window. "Prepare to get your butts kicked."
Poland's foot hung in mid-step, and his eyes bulged. "What is that?!"
Ukraine, Lithuania, Estonia and Latvia turned. A gooey creature rose from the ground. It emanated an awful stench. Next to it was a lioness. She roared aggressively.
*Hey dudes, this is Tony. I'm the lioness.*
The countries turned around. "We'll kick your butt twice as hard," Latvia countered with new-found courage, his hand placed between his legs to conceal his manhood.
A flash of fear passed across the Controllers' faces. The gooey creature oozed between the countries' legs and joined up to become a huge, wobbling blob once more. Now it stood in front of America and Poland. They wrinkled their noses.
"What is this?" America demanded, turning to Poland.
Poland looked back at America. "It's a toxic waste monster found on Uranus."
"Let's get out of here!"
Poland and America made a mad dash for the door set into the ground, and pried it open. The green grass below was still a good fifty feet away.
"I'd rather break a few bones than die," Poland commented, pushing himself off the platform. America nodded and leapt off as well.
"Poland! America!" Lithuania shrieked. He was worried, not for the Yeerk controlling Poland and America, but the actual people. What if there was some irrevocable damage done to them?
"Everyone, morph into the most dangerous animal morph you have!" Estonia ordered.
"That'd be the bison," Latvia supplied.
"Yeah, me too," Lithuania sighed.
Estonia laughed. "That makes three of us." Then his mouth reformed, and all forms of verbalisation were disabled.
Watching everyone morph at the same time resembled a gory freak show. Limbs were twisted, faces were disfigured and everyone looked deformed. Shreds of clothes littered the floor as their bodies grew larger. Thank goodness their eyes only formed towards the end, or they'd throw up upon seeing each other.
Three bisons and one elephant straightened up. Two of the bisons started to trundle towards the open door on the floor.
*Lithuania! Estonia!* Latvia screamed. *Stop!*
The bisons hesitated.
*Hmm.* The voice was Estonia's.
*Estonia! Now we can talk!* Latvia cantered about gaily.
*Oh, this is how we communicate? This is really quite bizarre. It's like telepathy.*
*H-Hello?*
*Hey, Ukraine,* Estonia and Latvia chorused.
Ukraine laughed internally. *Oh, thank goodness! It feels strange to talk this way, doesn't it? I can actually feel the message being pushed out of my head as I speak.*
*Lithuania, stop screaming!* Tony snapped.
Latvia cocked his head to the side. *I don't hear him.*
*Lithuania, stop screaming at me only!*
*Wait, so we can filter our sender's list?* Estonia clarified.
*Apparently so,* Tony conceded. *I'm not sure how it works either.*
The spacecraft shuddered and righted itself.
*It looks like we've touched down,* Tony informed them.
Lithuania's mental-voice finally came through. *—uld be better.*
*What?* Ukraine asked.
*I said, we could either wait for them here, or go down. Which would be better?*
Five animals and one glob of goo engaged in a thrilling gaze-exchange.
*Stay here. If we go down, we'd be seen by the humans,* Ukraine reasoned. *I don't want to attract attention.*
*We have a freaking spaceship in the middle of a field, we attract enough attention already,* Tony refuted.
*I feel safer up here, though,* Latvia admitted.
*Me too,* Estonia agreed.
Lithuania flicked his tail. *We'll stay here, then.*
It was hard to see in a bison and elephant morph. None of those animals had really good depth perception, but they had a wide range of view. They saw many things, but they had no idea of how far or near those things were. Only Tony, in his lioness morph, had binocular vision. He was a predator. As for the pile of goo... No one knew exactly. It had no eyes as far as they could tell.
Their hearts hammered in their chest when yelling drifted to their ears. There were some metal clanging noises, then the first head appeared through the gap in the floor.
China.
China caught sight of them, and hefted himself up.
Everyone there was frozen. Were they supposed to attack him, maybe chew his head off? What was their true mission? They didn't want to become mindless murderers. All they wanted was their friends back without bloodshed. Yet that was going to prove difficult, as China lunged at them without hesitation, and gave a skull-shattering whack on their heads with a wok.
Red spots burst into their vision. Through their red-tinged haze, they saw Tony pounce on China. More Controllers were climbing up the hatch into the spaceship.
*Lithuania, Estonia, Latvia!* Ukraine called. *They're hardier than you think. Just attack them!* She scooped France up with her trunk and tossed him into the opposite wall.
Lithuania shook himself out of his trance and ran towards one of the Controllers. It was Prussia, apparently. "I've beaten you to a pulp and I'll do it again," he thought as he ploughed right into Prussia. A human body had nothing on a bison.
Estonia was seen head-butting Italy, and Latvia had a hoof on Romano's chest. They all knew that they had to fight, that they were the Controllers' only hope. Countries couldn't really die (unless some unforeseen circumstances occurred), but they could live the rest of their lives as Controllers, which was undoubtedly a worse fate than dying. They would do whatever it takes to save themselves, and the rest of the world.
I suck so bad at writing Russia, but I believe he's really caring to Belarus when she's being... Uh, normal towards him. XD
I apologise for any OOC behaviour.