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.
*Everybody, demorph!* Belarus ordered. *Find a safe place. I'll hold off the Controllers.*
Russia moved closer to Belarus. "I'll hold them off, too."
*I just, like, got into morph. So I can still totally kick butt,* Poland chimed in. Belarus had forgotten about Poland's existence.
All of them were huddled in a corner now. A bison, a jaguar and an unspeakably evil human surrounded the others.
The Controllers kept pressing in on them. Whenever someone got cut down, they'd take a few seconds to recover themselves. It was like a never-ending zombie battle. The three of them tried to avoid the humans as much as possible. They would fling the human across the spacecraft, but not hard enough to kill them.
Lithuania, Estonia, Latvia and Ukraine were reverting back to their human forms. There were appreciable grating and squelching sounds.
The Controllers outnumbered them greatly. There were nine country-Controllers and a few other human-Controllers, and only three of them to fend the Controllers off.
Prussia, Germany and China pounced on Russia. Russia was unarmed, and tough as he may be, he couldn't fight off a painfully persistent strategist, a trained fighter with a whip, and a skilled martial artist with a wok.
*Big brother!* Belarus shrieked, but America, Italy and Romano held her back. America's weight pressed down on her, while Romano used his hands to force her mouth shut. Italy was by her side, hanging off her neck. Her back strained with the combined weight of America and Romano.
Belarus flailed, trying to throw the others off. Her forepaws trembled as she tried to hold herself upright. Then Italy climbed up and bounced on her like he was riding a horse.
*Aaaaaaargh!* Belarus roared. Romano still had her muzzle in a vice-grip, so she couldn't roar out loud.
*Belarus!* Lithuania cried, but she knew he couldn't help her.
Her spine was broken. She was in so much pain... Her mind grasped feebly at the last tendrils of consciousness, but she had lost. Her jaguar body crashed to the ground as her paws finally gave way. There was a chorus of screams. It sounded like music to her weakened ears.
Poland wanted to help everyone, but he was being assaulted by Japan, England and France. The Controllers had strength in numbers. A single chopstick was easily broken, but a group of chopsticks weren't.
Poland struggled, swaying, kicking, jerking. France had stuck his fingers in his eyes (how crude!), effectively cutting off his vision. Something kept battering him about, and England wouldn't stop talking. Poland wanted to scream, shut up, but he couldn't speak. His chest burned. Something raked him once, twice. It seared him. Warm liquid was flowing out. His hooves slipped on the polished floor.
More cries.
Complete darkness.
-Hetanimorphs-
Something was stopping them. It was like writer's block; they vaguely knew the direction they were headed, but they couldn't proceed from here.
*I-I think we've run o-out of time,* Latvia sniffled.
*No, it can't be! We won't stay like this forever!* Estonia exclaimed.
Ukraine was blind. Her eyes hadn't formed properly yet. Her tear ducts hadn't even formed, and Ukraine wanted to just drop everything and bawl her eyes out, but she couldn't.
"Stay calm," Lithuania instructed. Out of all of them, he looked the most... Normal. As normal as a half-morphed human-bison thing could look, anyway. He had a human face and torso, but the rest of his body was similar to a bison's.
*You look like a centaur,* Estonia jested.
*H-He does, b-but I still w-wanna revert back!* Latvia interjected with a sob.
It was that exact moment that a flying chopstick whizzed through the air and penetrated Latvia's flesh.
*Latvia!* Estonia and Lithuania cried, though the latter did it verbally.
*What's happening?* Ukraine kept willing her eyes to form, but they wouldn't. Her skin felt like a block of clay that had hardened.
*Latvia's injured,* Estonia explained. Lithuania spun just in time to see the flash of a katana before his eyes, and the widest smile he had ever seen on Japan's face.
"Sayonara, Hetanimorphs."
Lithuania blacked out.
*We're losing!* Estonia shouted. He had yanked the chopstick out of Latvia's arm. Latvia clamped a grotesquely enlarged palm over the wound. The Controllers gave them no chance to react, though. Germany was now approaching them. His arm raised, and his whip glinted menacingly. Estonia threw himself across Latvia, eliciting a scream from the younger boy. That scream was soon joined by a similar one from Estonia.
Estonia's eyes were wide with shock and pain, and they struggled to seek out Latvia. When their eyes met, Estonia forced a smile.
*It's been nice being your pseudo-brother, Latvia.*
A dam broke within Latvia. *No! Estonia, you won't die! You're a big, strong country!*
"On the contrary..." a Controller drawled. Latvia was shouting loudly enough to be heard by the Controllers. His face loomed up behind Estonia's bleeding body. "There is a way to kill nations."
The Controller who had spoken was Prussia. Prussia knew all too well what it took to kill a nation, though Prussia hadn't exactly perished yet. A small remnant of him lingered in East Germany.
"You have to defeat them in wars multiple times. Then you must seize their land. And lastly, you have to wring out every last bit of faith in their citizens." Prussia's lips curled upwards menacingly. "I believe dear Russia here has done that before?"
Prussia's voice was dripping distaste.
Latvia's eyes narrowed. *But Estonia didn't vanish off the face of the Earth.*
"Oh, not yet. That was because Estonia had outside help. But what happens when the other countries refuse to help him anymore?"
The Allied powers were standing in a row behind Prussia. Each of them wore looks of contempt.
Latvia gasped, and winced as more blood spilled out from between his fingers.
The Baltics were all going to cease to exist. They were doing alright by themselves, but without other countries' aid, they would never have flourished. Now the countries were Controllers. They'd never help them.
Despite the belief that countries couldn't die, Latvia knew it was possible. A few times, in that darkened room in Russia's house, with the warm, coppery smell surrounding him, he felt like he was going to die.
A blood-soaked figure rose next to Prussia, and clasped the latter's neck in a vice-grip. "I'll help them."
Latvia gasped again. He didn't know which was worse, having no help, or having Russia's help.
Estonia's hand fluttered to Latvia's shoulder. *It's okay. Russia's on our side, much as I wish he wasn't.* The last part was added in a whisper. *Russia's self-sufficient. He can survive without any of them.*
Latvia acknowledged Estonia's words. They were true.
Ukraine had been still most of the time, and now she murmured softly, *How large am I?*
Latvia found this question strange, but he humoured her with an answer anyway. *About the size of an elephant*
*That's good,* Ukraine hummed contentedly. *Get out of the way. I'm going to trample the Controllers.*
*But Miss Belarus and Lithuania and Poland are unconscious!* Latvia squeaked.
*Move them,* she ordered.
Latvia didn't have to be told a third time. He got up, shoving Estonia aside clumsily. Estonia braced himself against the wall. Latvia then went back to retrieve Lithuania and Poland. Belarus wasn't in Ukraine's direct line of fire, so he assumed she'd be safe.
"Where do you think you're going?" Italy demanded, after Latvia deposited Lithuania and Poland on the blood-slicked floor.
Latvia gave him a pained look. *We need to pee.*
An auburn eyebrow shot up, but no further questions were asked. "It's not like you can escape, anyway," Italy smirked.
An elephant trumpeted, then screams and rumbles and bone-splintering was heard. Latvia broke into a run, yanking Estonia along with him, then entered the bathroom and slammed the door shut. He rubbed Estonia's shoulder. *Estonia, we have to morph out!*
*Can't... Two hours...* Estonia mumbled drowsily.
*We're technically not in morph,* Latvia persisted. *It only applies when we're in morph, right? We're in limbo.*
Estonia chuckled. *Latvia, you have strange ideas.*
The smaller boy shook Estonia, ignoring the splutter of pain from him. Maybe the pain would help him see.
*Okay, I'll do it. I'll prove to you that we can.* Latvia cleared his mind and pictured himself. A short boy, about five feet tall. Mop of messy blonde hair. Purple eyes like... Russia. Latvia cringed at the thought of Russia.
*Latvia, look!*
Latvia's eyes flew open, and suddenly he was seeing things normally again. Everything didn't look two-dimensional.
"E-Estonia?" His familiar voice sounded, and he squealed. "Estonia! Did it work?"
Estonia gazed fondly at Latvia. *Yes, it did.* Then Estonia tried it out for himself. Blonde boy with neatly-combed hair, blue eyes behind his glasses, a tall and thin build...
His vision blurred.
Wait, what?
"Estonia!" Latvia engulfed him in a hug. All their wounds were gone now. Estonia hugged him back before the realisation that both of them were completely nude hit him.
"Gaaaaah!" Estonia shrieked, clutching his head. "I didn't just hug another boy while naked!"
"You did," Latvia snarled. A dark shadow hung over his eyes. "Do you not like that?"
Estonia couldn't decide between making a run for the door and throwing himself in the midst of battle while in the nude, or staying in the toilet with Latvia. Both were equally horrible choices.
The decision made itself for him. Russia yanked the door open and they jumped. Latvia's evil aura dissipated as quickly as it had appeared, and he was back to his shaking self once more.
"We're safe," Russia informed them, grabbing each of their hands and pulling them out. They weren't even given the dignity to cover themselves.
They stumbled behind Russia, and out of the corner of their eye, they saw Ukraine kicking the Controllers. Poland was by the door, unceremoniously dumping all their bodies through. Most of them looked mangled, but they were most certainly still alive. It wasn't that easy to kill a country. Then he saw one.
A mere human with a huge hole torn through his flesh.
Latvia swallowed the bile that had risen in his throat. They were murderers. The human was innocent.
"I want the Yeerks to die," Latvia hissed when they came to a stop next to Lithuania.
Estonia regarded Latvia sympathetically. "I do, too. Hey, Lithuania..."
Lithuania was stirring. They bit their lip. Was it too late for him? But if Latvia's theory about not technically being in morph was correct, he should be able to change back.
"Ugh..." Two deep slashes ran across Lithuania's face. His beautiful emerald eyes opened to Estonia and Latvia in their human forms. "You made it. I'm glad."
"You can, too," Latvia urged. "Think about yourself!"
Lithuania smiled. His smile didn't look very convincing. "It's alright. I don't mind... This." He gestured to his centaur-like body.
"Just try, Lithuania!" Estonia exclaimed. "We thought we were goners too, but we managed it!"
Lithuania blinked slowly, and his eyes glazed over. Then, as everyone held their breath, his fur melted and remoulded itself into soft peach-coloured flesh.
"Miss Ukraine!" Estonia called. "Please, demorph too!"
Ukraine tilted her head. *Wasn't it too late?*
"No! You can do it if you really want to!" Latvia answered impatiently.
Ukraine nodded. *I-I'll try!*
When the last of the Controllers were thrown out, Poland cried out, *Shut the door!*
Tony complied right away. Poland bounded over to where everyone else was, and began to demorph. Next to Ukraine, he looked like a mutated freak. His left and right sides didn't even change at the same time.
Ukraine had shrunk down to her normal size, and her skin grew back, starting from the head. It seemed almost as if her skin was cut into domino blocks, and as the blocks fell, they pushed the adjacent blocks down. Her fair skin rippled downwards as it reformed, until she stood there, looking faintly mystified and horrified at the same time. "You were right, it did work!"
"You're an estreen," Tony breathed reverently.
Ukraine cocked her head. "What's that?"
"It means you can control your morphing," Tony explained.
If any random onlooker could view the scene inside the spaceship right now, they'd wonder what sketchy things were going on inside. Four males, though one's gender was ambiguous, and 2 females, all in the nude. Only one was actually clothed.
The injuries that they had sustained from battle were slowly closing up. Countries weren't actually that different from humans. They would recover, albeit faster than normal, but they couldn't recover if they died.
"Hey, Lithuania," Russia began cheerfully.
Lithuania glanced at Russia apprehensively. "Yes, Mister Russia?"
"Your scars... They're very pretty." Russia beamed.
Heat rose to Lithuania's cheeks and he backed against the wall self-consciously. "You- I mean, thank you." He bit his tongue. Why would Russia bring that up all of a sudden?
"What did Japan call you just now?"
Lithuania felt like he was being interrogated. "Um... Het... Hetanimorphs?"
Russia's eyes grew round. "Interesting. I wonder what it means."
"Y-Yeah, so do I! It's probably Japanese," Lithuania responded.
"If you two are done chatting, we have a problem here," Estonia stated as he surveyed everyone in the room.
"No we don't. We fought off the Controllers. We're safe for now. But we had better watch our backs," Belarus sighed.
"Our main problem is... We'll be naked every time we morph out!" Estonia wailed.
"It doesn't matter. We've seen it all before." Russia smiled.
Lithuania was sitting on the cold steel floor of the spacecraft, tactfully shielding his privates from view. "But wouldn't you feel slightly embarrassed?"
"I do," Ukraine piped up. Her arms were crossed over her chest.
"Tony, do you have any solution to our problem?" Estonia queried.
Tony rolled his eyes. "No. We don't need superficial things like clothes."
"Let's worry about this some other day!" Belarus snapped. "Our main mission is to defeat the Yeerks. And get big brother to agree to marriage with me. Nothing else matters, right?"
"W-we have to think a-about the others too..." Lithuania put forth.
"How about we finish our battles within two hours, then?" Ukraine suggested. "This way, we wouldn't have to demorph in the open."
"Speaking of two hours..." Tony turned to face the Soviets. "I don't understand. Does this mean you can stay in morph for more than two hours?"
Russia voiced, "Oh, no. My watch was ten minutes faster."
"What! Why would it be ten minutes faster? That means we had ten minutes more to morph!" Estonia noted.
"But w-we c-couldn't morph," Latvia stammered.
Tony waved his hand dismissively. "It was likely all psychological. You believed that you had run out of time."
"This is like, making my head hurt," Poland pouted.
Everyone ignored his input. "Wait, Mister Russia! Why was your watch fast?" Estonia repeated.
When Russia broke into a grin, everyone knew he shouldn't have asked.
"So I'd arrive early to join in the fun. And so I can say you were late."
I'm treading on dangerous ground with the headcannon.
My story isn't historically accurate. I only did a minimal amount of research. *Guilty face*
The Controllers will definitely be a little OOC, since the Yeerks are controlling them. I apologise if the main characters are OOC.
Also, Happy Lunar New Year! :D