Meeting the 4th Player(Prologue: Meeting Britain)

Meeting the 4th Player

Prologue: Meeting Britain

Authur's Note: My first 4p Story posted. Oh my god. I'm excited for this one because 4p makes me wanna cry when I write about it. If you know what 2p is just think of 4p as the 4th Player in where there is 10 Players. Oh and in this story I give some reference to other Players, mostly 2p and 3p.  And I stole some lines from episode 1. Anyway if you DID NOT get this link from my deviantart. Then this is what MY version of 4p is:d
4th Player: The "war  and poor" Hetalia: The world after a nuclear war in a different universe.  Countries made alliances and live together with their family and try to get by. The world is still poor but they all still try to make a living, even if by whoring them selfs or stealing from others. It doesn't matter as long as they can survive with the ones they love. Most people in that world hate America because he started and ended the nuclear war. And with the passing of centuries in war, many nations have changed and some have died. Many nations have taken up jobs humans would do, i.e. working in a resturant or working at a bank. It's a world full of regret and resentment. Because the economy is so tight, empires have taken the world and govern and support thier colonies. There the British, Dutch, German, Italian, Nordic and Thai empire. (They come from any door opened with a special skeleton key that all the 4p's have. The key is different for each nation. It has the nations flag and other things that the nation was once very known for, but have lost.)
And just so no one is confused. 1pCountries: Regular Country Names, 2p: Altered human names, 3p: Regular human names, 4p: Altered Country Names, when no one's talking. It depends when someone is talking. There's no other Player in here, except for a mentioning of 10p. Oh and 4p for some reason the letters sound the same but used differently. For example: instead of Canada, it's Kanada, but Kanada is still considered "canadian".  Does that make sense? And England(1p) has met all the 4ps in Britain's(4p) house already, all except Amerika(4p). Oh, and Skottland(4p Scotland) hates Scotland. And this word made me wanna laugh- Cuntybuggeryfucktoleybumshite. Yup, the ultimate scottish cuss word. XD
Summary: The 4p countries main dream is to tell their younger selfs to not do the mistakes they did. But it's too late. So they try to help the 1p world to not be like them.  But every Player has the desire for the 1st Players to stay or switch with them, with 4p either the 1p's listen or they will stay and see the consequences. For the first time, 4p England goes to the 1p world for a cure for 4pAmerica. But he meets the 1p's and brings them to 4p. There he introduces the nations to their others. But he has a secret intention that he doesn't reveal to anyone but 1pAmerica.  And he agrees.
Meeting the 4th Player


Prologue: Meeting Britain
"The beginning is always a dream. The clear blue skies and green lush growing land. The light flow of the clear spring air. A song bird and sparrow sing sweetly for the innocent little robin that is born.
But the world is cruel. Blue skies shall fade to gray and the land starts to die. The wind roars and the song bird and sparrow fly away, leaving the little robin by himself. Still the alone little robin tries to fly. Such innocence should be kept away and treasured. Not ignored. Because the little robin doesn't know better. The tiny robin doesn't know how or what it's doing, it doesn't know the cruelties of this large world.
But it dreams to fly. This little robin is a dreamer. And he jumps up from the safety of the nest the songbird created. Not looking down or back, it tries to follow the song bird. Innocently jumping from nest. He will fly, but only for a second before he realizes he doesn't know what to do. The naive little robin falls to the unforgiving ground below.
The song bird returns to see his dying little robin on the floor. Tears will be shed and a sad song will be sung. But the little robin doesn't hear, and small blue eyes will close. The little dreamer falls to only dream happy dreams. The song sung will be the last requiem, and the song bird will wake to tears.
The beginning is always a dream. But the world is cruel. Dreamers are only that...
...Only ment to dream."
He sat on the chair next to the small table in the room and sighed to himself as he thought out loud.Tired green eyes viewed the land from his open window. Glaring halfheartedly at the empty land, gray empty skies, and dying pants that seemed to mock his view of the world. Walking over to the window and closing it softly. The man stepped away from the window and ran a gloved hand through red highlighted blond hair.
"Britain? Are you in here?" A bold hoarse voice and loud knock on the door, pulled the man out of his thoughts.
"Yes. You may come in, Matthew. I'm just thinking." Britain stated, looking at the other as he walked into the warm room.
"I found the key you were looking for." Kanada stated walking into the room, as Britain stood up and grabbed his gun, his electric guitar that had the united kingdom's flag and was covered in stickers, and a bag that he had prepacked. He slung his bag on his back and then put his guitar on his shoulder.
"Oh, yes of course. Remember, this is for Alfred. If I do not return, expect the worse. And, Matthew..." Britain paused as he stood infront of the canadian.
"Yes, Britain?" Kanada stated stiffening up when the other was in front of him.
"Take care of yourself. My brothers will help you protect the house and take care of Alfred. But please take care of yourself, little sparrow. I don't want to hear that you tried to kill yourself again, please Matthew." Britain stated putting the gun in the back of his pants under his jacket, and placed a hand on Kanada's shoulder.
"Of course. You can count on me."
They nodded to each other for a second and then Britain opened the door with the skeleton key. The key had the United Kingdom's flag in the middle of a circle at the end of the key. England's Flag on the flip side of the circle and Big Ben, the London Eye ferris wheel, and a crown engraved around it. Kanada watched as Britain took one glance back at him and then walked into the white light the door gave off and closed the door behind him.
"Good luck." Kanada stated lowly as he took his rifle from his back and walked outside to gaurd the house.
...
The world meeting was going as it usually did...in chaos.
"HAHAHA!! We should build a huge hero to protect the world from global warming."
"There is no way doing that will help global warming."
"If America and Britain can't agree then I'll be supieror by dissing them both."
"Um...I-I don't think that's going to help."
"HAHAHA! Dude, I know what I'm doing, Bro."
"But-"
"America, who are you talking to, aru?"
"I'm Canada."
"He's my bro, China."
"WILL EVERYBODY JUST SHUT UP!!!! If you want to talk then raise your hand, in a way that doesn't resent a salute in my country's past." Germany stated slamming his hands over the table, making everyone stop and look at him.
The double doors of the meeting room opened and a white light spilled from the door way as someone walked into the room, closed the door behind him and turned around.  
"U-Um, Germany. Whose that?" Italy stated pointing at the dark green eyed, red highlighted blonde man that was standing at the doorway. He was wearing an open black zip up jacket, a shirt with the United Kingdom's flag, black ripped jeans, red hightop shoes, a red and black plaid hankerchief around his neck, black gloves and to top it off he had a guitar with the UK's flag that was littered with stickers.
"England?" Everyone stared at the newcomer and then at England who stood up and crossed the room to the other who looked around the room and sighed.
"Sorry, to have interrupted your meeting. Please excuse me." The other turned around just as a hand fell on his shoulder. "Yes, Arthur? Is there something you need?"
"Why are you here, Britain? Is there something wrong with th 4th Player world? " England stated turning him around as some of the other nations gasped.
"Wait? This guy. He's a 4th Player?!" America stated jumping out of his chair and running over to the two englishmen. "What's 4p like? Is it creepy like 2p? What's the other me like?" America kept pestering Britain who frowned sadly when he mentioned 4pAmerica.
"Bugger off. He's not staying, do not get comfortable with him." England turned around to glare at America for a moment and didn't notice the other englishman took out his gun when he did and pressed it to the side of his head.
"Don't talk to him like that." The 4p growled and clicked the safety.
"It's okay, dude. He always talks to me like that." America stated looking at the other and smiled. "So your Arthur too?" He stepped to the side of the two and lowered Britain's gun.
"Yes. I am." Britain looked at America and put his gun in the back of his pants. "I really need to get going. I need to find- Wait. What year is it?" Britain looked expectantly at England.
"It's 2013."
"Bloody hell. Your that far back." Britain looked at England as the other dragged him to his seat. "Wait. I have to go back then. If your this far back then I should really return or Matthew will have a fit."
"Sit."
"But-"
"Sit." The two glared at each other, until Britain decided to sit down and put his guitar on his lap.
"So Angleterre, why do you need to leave so suddenly?" France leaned to the right where Britain was sitting, but only got hit in the face by said man's guitar.
"Sorry. Force of habit. Don't call me anything but Britain. And believe me, you would do your self in if you didn't." Britain placed his guitar in his lap and played a few low chords. "Anyways, I had to find a cure for my dying little robin. He fell, you see. And I need to fix him, because it was all my fault he jumped." Britain stated lowly looking at England who was staring at his being.
"You've changed alot since we met, Britain." England stated, looking at the other's hair.
"As did you." Britain played some chords and put the guitar back in his lap. "Say, Arthur. Did you leave your little robin yet? Trust me when I say, stay by his side and never /ever/ leave him by himself again. I remember how you cried when he left you, but now that you have him back never. Ever. Let him go." England lowered his head and grit his teeth as Britain face the table of nations and picked up the cool cup of tea that was in front of him.
"S-So your trying to help your bird? Did it break a wing or something?" Canada stated softly from across from him as Britain stole a drink from the teacup.
"Kind of. He's bedridden and sickly. My poor little robin. I know it hurts him so because he dreams to soar, but right now he has to stay in the nest. So I must fix him." Britain looked at England though the tea's reflection. "I wonder if Arthur's robin has flown away already. Or is he already beginning to fall? I wonder." He watched England's expression turn dark and then lowered the cup back to the table.
"What are you trying to find? Perhaps we can help you find what you are looking for." Germany stated, standing up from the end of the table.
Britain leaned back and looked at the standing german. "I'm afraid that you won't even know what I'm talking about if I ask for it. It won't be discovered until 387 years later, to my dismay. It was quite nice of you to ask though." Germany sat back down as the other was talking. "There is something I can tell you all: It's not worth it. Don't do it."
"What's not worth it, Britain?" Spain asked raising his hand.
Britain chose to ignore the spaniard and continued. "Oh, I remember our third and fourth world wars as if they were yesturday. So much blood was shed in that span of 39 short years, then again in 54 years. On stupid reasons as well. A missle launched that didn't even land on any land, a rising rebellion over something that wasn't even real or true. And then the Devil's War. Our world was never the same. And now that I'm near the top of the world again,and I don't even want to be there." Britain's eyes sighed and leaned his head on his fist.
"What do you mean, 'I'm near the top of the world', Britain?" Belgium asked looking at him with a confused face and a raised eyebrow.
"Ah, Belgium, it's nice to see you again." He paused and smiled simpatheticly at the woman then continued. "And yes, I'm one of the few raising empires that is flurishing. There is also the Dutch, German, Italian, Nordic, and Thai empires. It may seem like alot but many countries have disappeared over time and war. And our lands are limited since the Devil's War. Disease and radiation are common. It's as if we're back in the dark age, only worse. Even now, I can feel people in my colonies, dying by radiation poisoning, starvation, hypothermia, murder... I can go on for days on end." Britain closed his eyes after awhile and listened to comments made by nations near by or were just loud enough for him to hear.
"Did you hear that Big Brother? Your an empire!" Belguim grabbed onto her brothers arm and he just stared at the englishman that stopped talking.
"Hn." Netherlands looked at Britain for a moment before asking. "Why did you look at my sister like that?"
Britain opened his eyes sadly and looked at the other. "I haven't the slightest id--"
Netherlands cut him off, when he stood up and slammed his hands on the table and walked the short distance over to the man and held him up by the scruff of his collar. "Don't lie to me. I saw that look you gave her. What happened to my sister in your world?"
"Brother..." Belgium tried to calm him down by standing up and running over to hold onto his arm. Britain watched them and looked at Spain who was sitting on the other side of Belguim's seat. Netherlands watched his eyes.
"I can tell you. But it's none of my buisness, what happened in an insane empire." He looked at the dutchman in the eyes and gripped hard onto the hands that were holding him up, until he was put down and the other was trying to pull his arms away in pain. Cold green eyes looked at Netherlands with anger. "And I don't take well to be order about, by others. Dutch- no. Netherland's I don't like your tone of voice if you plan to order me around, keep in mind, I am an empire that owns part of my world."
"Stop it! Your hurting him!" Belguim yelled.
Britain looked down at the younger nation and let him go. The already purple bruise hand marks on his arms noticeable, as if they were tattoos. "I didn't become the largest and strongest empire for nothing. I will not be ordered around." Britain took one last hateful look at the other and then sat back down, calmly as if it never happened. Netherlands fell to his knees holding onto his wrists.
"Why did you do that?! Are you trying to start an interdimensional war?!" England yelled at his 4p.
Britain just looked back at England. "Oh you mean like, you and Oliver? And don't you think I don't know. Then again after you defeated him, you did help him stabi-..." Britain's eyes widened as he got an idea. He looked at America who looked at him with a confused face. "You helped him stabilize... America, I need your help. Will you come with me back to my world?"
"Of course, I'll help. I'm the hero." America jumped out of his chair and slammed one of his hands on the table and held the hand in a fist, his eyes full of determination.
Britain stood up and looked at everyone. "Everyone and anyone who is interested in going to my world, may join us as they please. And I must warn you when we make it to my manor, I advise you to stay near me. My brothers and Matthew are gaurding for trespassers. And they will not take kindly to others, not invited." Britain stated, and watched for everyone to make sure they were paying attention.  
"Since some nations are going to leave. The next meeting will be held in New York next week, or when ever we return. You will receive an email when we get back. Meetings ajourned. Any nation that is not going to go, may leave if they wish too." Germany ended the meeting and many nations left. The only people remaining included: America, England, France, Italy, Romano, Spain, Belgium, Netherlands, the Nordics, Russia, Belarus, Ukraine, the Baltics, Switzerland, Lichtenstein, Austria, Hungary, Canada, Scotland, Prussia, and Germany himself.  Prussia and Scotland had been invited to the meeting since it involved home arrangements and status updates on their lands of East Germany and Scotland.
After that Britain stood and walked over to the double doors, where he took out his key from his pocket and opened the door, a red light flowing from the passageway. "Keep to the trail and keep walking straight till you hit a gate door. It won't take long. Maybe a minute or two. When you get there, stay in the yard and don't move an inch until I get there and close the gate. Do you understand?"
Everyone nodded or mumbled out their agreements. America was the first to go inside of the portal, dragging a non-amused brit and laughing frenchman behind him. After that everyone started to walk into the portal until only Britain and Scotland.
"After you." Britain waved to the portal and the only response he got was a "tch." and a wave of the hand. As the other walked into the portal, hands in his pocket and a cigarette in his mouth. Britain stepped in after him closing the door behind him. Following the red light trail and walking throught the open gate doors.
Closing the gate behind him, he wasn't surprised to see his companion's with their hands up, giant polar bears growling at them, and a pissed off canadian aiming his rifle at them. Britain chuckled lowly, "It seems the protective angry little sparrow has arrived..."