[Reminder]

This is in a world where the Hetalia anime and whatnot never existed.

With Ukraine and Belarus, along with the Baltic States looking after Russia, America and the rest of the G8 (well, technically G9, but you get the picture) had returned home.

A few days later, everyone had gotten very threatening letters from the terrorist leader, who seemed to want to be the embodiment of Hitler and Ivan the Terrible. Basically, some dude who wants to rule the world. He wanted the countries to submit to him or they'd hurt their people. Which became a big issue, because they had gotten their hands on bomb technology, some of them being able to craft some pretty powerful ones. Luckily, they didn't have anything nuclear.

But that's what I should be least worried about, America stressed, Why now? Why would some utopia-seeking man without any consideration for the rest of the world's wishes decide that NOW would be a perfect time to attack us countries? How did he even...?

His thoughts went back to the threat note. They apparently knew that if they hurt their people and land, it harms them. This also works vice-versa. If the actual personification is hurt, then it harms the people and the land. America didn't want to imagine what would happen if they had gotten their hands on them.

A week had passed and the G8 countries had been being bombed left to right. Pretty soon, all of the G8 were working together, along with neighboring, family, and friendship countries. America had been getting some majority attacks along with China and Russia, but he was getting along...somehow, so far. But these terrorists were relentless and increasingly powerful. Apparently, their soldiers were made up of people who seek power and suffered discrimination. 

People who had been wronged for their gender, race, ethnicity, beliefs, likes, and dislikes.

America felt really sad about this. 

As he pondered about what to do, he unconsciously crossed his arms, his grip on him tightening. When he does this, he felt something rectangular within his breast pocket. His eyes lighting up, he reaches in and pulls out the long-forgotten journal with the Hetalian names and information and the bloody note.

There was the map and there were the numbers and information. He may not be able to remember the girl's face, but he felt like she gave this to him for a very good reason. 13 million people. Hetalians. Who were they and why weren't they plastered all over the internet? America opened up his laptop and typed in 'Hetalian'.

Not many things pop up. In fact, Google asked if he meant to type in 'Italian', which is what most of the results were related to. The only thing that did say anything close was this unknown place near India. Some sort of restaurant of some sort. When he saw it had nothing to do with what he's looking for he closed his laptop, opening the little journal again. Looking on the inside of the front cover, he saw a small sticky note that had been taped inside. Next to it, on the next page, was a picture and a few basic information pieces.

Name: Amelia

Original Ethnicity: American

Gender: Female

Post: Eastern USA General

Notes: Has been a Hetalian ever since she was 10. A veteran reader of the Hetalia comics and was one of the first ones to read them, out of curiosity and interest of history-related material. Very strong, quick thinker when needed, expressive as heck and treats her fellow Hetalians as her family since her family had died long ago.

General? Hetalia comics? America's eyes widened, Are Hetalians from Hetalia? Is that it? But why the heck are they everywhere? And there's nothing on the map that shows where their micronation is. But they have 13 million citizens, so why...? Wait, didn't this said comics?

Suddenly the number started to make sense, "Are these Hetalians," America glanced back at the map, "are they...no, they can't be," the number started to confuse him more. Especially the number. There were just too many of them, how are they so unknown, even to Google? Are they a secret organization that circumnavigates around a comic? A comic that he now knows has something to do with history, something America's a part of.

America shook his head.

He had thought that these Hetalians were of a fandom. But to be so big and not known? They had to be something else. And generals? That was a little much.

He searched the first file over again. At the very bottom, there was one more piece of information.

[Phone Number to Call for Duty]

Call for Duty

Something told America there was something to these Hetalians than what he could get from the ones listed in this book. That girl could've been a Hetalian in Amelia's army or whatever. As he whipped out his phone to call the number, a splitting headache flashed across his brain.

"Ah-!" he willed the pain away, pushing himself to take it. He figured that if he does this and stays strong, the services can fix the problem more smoothly.

Finally, he picked up the phone and dialed the number.

The phone rang three times before he could hear the sound of a perky young woman on the other end.

"Hello! This is General Eastern USA, how may I make your day heroic?"