The Star Gate Program (Hetalia/Stargate SG1 X-Over)

Author: Ashynarr

Summary: It was the discovery of the century. A devise older than human civilization, capable of transporting people across the galaxy in an instant. But things have a way of quickly becoming complicated, pushing America and others to their limits as they find themselves embroiled in galactic politics and intrigue throughout the stars.

Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine. Stargate isn't mine.

Warning: Alterations of the Stargate timeline/canon and Hetalia canon

[Inspired by Stargate Reopened; I recommend reading it if you have the time.]

[Epilogue]

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Matthew slowly set his cup down, not saying anything to his brother as he went over everything he'd just been told about the latter's sudden kidnapping.

The first instinct he had to suppress was anger over, however inadvertently, being dragged into yet another war started by the American. He understood that there had honestly been no way to avoid it short of never having found the gate in the first place, but he still ached from the last battles he'd been in, and he wasn't quite in the mood for forgiveness at the moment.

The second was a deep, exasperating disbelief that the other had - somehow - successfully bluffed an alien species into believing that allowing the program the two of them had poured years and billions of dollars into to continue would - somehow - prevent a galaxy-spanning civil war to grow into a full out scorched earth conflict. A part of him was convinced that they hadn't fully bought it, but were just looking for an excuse to absolve themselves of guilt refused to leave it alone, and from the matter-of-fact, almost flat way he'd gone over it, he wouldn't have been surprised to find out Alfred was thinking along similar lines.

"Well, it was fun while it lasted," The Canadian finally sighed, picking up his mug again to finish off the last of his tea. "How angry do you think the others will be with us?"

"With you? Probably a bit, since you were part of a conspiracy to hoard away alien knowledge and technology. With me?" The American whistled before donning a wry grin. "They'll already have a line-up for who gets to kick me in the nuts first."

"Alfred…"

"They'll see an American base with American personnel and blame me, even if you were just as much a part of it in the end. Honestly, I'd rather keep them all angry with me so they'll negotiate with you fairly, 'cause maybe that way we'll get people on board without another world war starting." The American shrugged and tilted his mug back until it was drained. "Besides, as mad as they'll be, they'll at least get why we did what we did. Imagine how mad the public will be once they find out what we've been up to."

"So you're still pushing for that, then?" Matthew asked.

"I'm thinking we might need to come out with a public front to cover for our covert ops, when it comes down to it," Alfred corrected. "I'd rather hold off on details until we have the other governments on board to figure out an official reveal."

The Canadian nodded in understanding, silence settling in the living room for several minutes as they both lost themselves in the troubles of the near and distant future.

"...Matt, I'm doing the right thing, right?" Alfred finally asked quietly, staring firmly into his empty mug.

Matthew looked up to his brother, waiting until the southern Nation finally gathered the nerves to look him in the eye before replying. "Off the record, I think you are."

The American grinned weakly, holding up his mug to the other. "To interesting times."

His brother snorted, but tapped his own mug against the other. "Interesting times, indeed."

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AN: And a short, crappy epilogue because I gave up and it's way too late for me to be writing.

When I started this project, I had a very different idea of where things would go and how characters would act than I do now. I think it's mostly for the better, tempered by time and expansion of headcanons as it is, but it also cuts into my motivation as I force myself to recognize just how LARGE a project this really is.

There's a lot of complaints about the later parts of the series – and the spinoffs in general – that I've seen, and a lot of them I can understand on some level. So, I decided that, as I was already making this an AU by simple fact of the existence of Nations, I'd go all out and do my best to try and build a series that focuses less on humans getting hold of lots of advanced technology (much as it tickles my fancy) and focus more on humanity scrambling for scraps and fully aware of a timer and a guillotine hanging over their heads.

I can't pretend that I'm the best person to be attempting such a project, but I'm also aware that I'm the ONLY person attempting it, which makes me both the best and worst simultaneously. Talk about a lot of pressure, huh? The sequel won't be coming up for a while, as college is starting soon, I still need to finish Mirror, and I still need to at least give myself an outline of early events to build off of. I need to expand on my concepts for the Great Four, expand on the goa'uld and other hostile entities of the Milky Way and beyond, and expand more on what friendly or neutral powers are out there.

Needless to say, I'm probably going to need some help for that. I'm just hoping that I'll be able to find it.

I hope you enjoyed this work, even as mediocre as it ultimately is.