Before I start, allow me to apologize for my sucky writing. I wrote this in third person, but I suck at that. Please give me some constructive criticism to help me improve this. I also apologize about my no pairings. (Well, France does make an appearance, you know how he is. And if you replace a few word like brother or father figure for example with lover, you can get the a lot of different ones if you want) I hope you enjoy my story. Also, I do not own Hetalia or Doctor Who...

China was the first nation to have a plan for the upcoming doom of Earth. The nations had heard of the exploding sun recently, and China's boss was ready to ferry all of the people away. He, China, had called all of the nations he was close to to his house days before it was time for him to leave. "We have the ship ready to go, aru," China was saying, explaining his country's solution to Earth's problem, mere years away. "This may well be the last time I see any of you unless you come to space as well. I wished to give you all a last goodbye, just in case, aru," he turns to Japan, "Take care of yourself, Japan. Remember to eat well, and exercise, and… don't forget me, aru. Take care of your other brothers and sisters for me. Remember, I'll always love you. You were the first person I raised, aru."

Japan responds, "Hai. The best of luck to you China-san."

China turns to each of his former charges, giving them all similar speeches. He turns to address England, "Opium, best of luck to you in your travels. I hope I see you in space. Goodbye."

"Goodbye China. I expect a cup of tea the next time I see you," England states, sad to say goodbye. He watched as China left the room. Three days later, news of the large ship that had taken all of China's citizens away along with some landmarks, had gone. It would be an extremely long time before anyone heard from the panda carrying, long haired nation again.

A few months later, Russia left Earth as well, giving England and a few others an iron pipe as a reminder of their 'friend.' Belarus went after him a month later, Ukraine a few days following. England was surprised that they had not left all together, as the Baltics did a few weeks later. The Nordics left soon as well, along with many other countries all over Earth. Some that England knew well and others not so much. Switzerland and Liechtenstein left together after one last picnic. Greece left quietly, only his friend Japan knowing. England expected that he had fallen asleep and forgotten to warn the rest of them. Turkey left soon after, mad at Greece. Sealand also left, after attaching plants, rockets, and a dome to his home. England watched as the still young micro nation boy left, his heart still aching, before returning to his country's smartest minds went to work on finding a way for them to get away from Earth.

A bit later, England found the Frog on his doorstep, "What are you doing here, you bloody git?"

"Angleterre, I've come to say goodbye. My beautiful France is leaving here soon," he pulled a bottle of wine out from behind his back, "Drink this to remember."

England grabs the bottle, wanting to get France off his doorstep, "Ok, ok, Frog. Good riddance, I say! Have fun all alone out there."

France starts to speak again, in a seductive tone, "You do know, Angleterre, I have one last night I can spend with you, right?"

"Shut up Frog!" England shouts, slamming the door in France's smug face. He watched out the peep hole, making sure the Frenchman would leave, as he walked away, feeling the need to say one last thing. He opened up the door and yelled at the retreating form, "It was nice yelling at you!" After another brief pause, "And being your friend you bloody git!" England closed the door, but not before he could hear some of his friend's weird French laughing. England turned and placed the bottle of French wine on a shelf with the lead pipe, and a few other items from various nations.

England knew when Spain was leaving, even if he did not know the Spaniard well. He announced it at a world meeting, a much smaller meeting by now. England watched on as Italy's normal happy face fell and Romano started yelling, "You sick Tomato freak! Why? I don't want you to leave me! You're like a father to me! You can't just walk away from me like I'm nothing!"

"Who said I was Romano? Who said I wanted to leave the child I raised behind? Boss Spain doesn't want that Romano! But I have to go with my land! You know that! It's not like I want this to be happening!"

Romano was mad, storming around the room, cussing everybody out, pushing everyone away when they tried to calm him down. England stayed away. He, however, did understand what Spain was going through, having to give up a child. England soon left the hectic meeting, going back to his tea, scones, and country.

Japan was the next to go away, apologizing profoundly in a quiet voice, leaving behind a crying Italy again, "J-J-Japan, don't leave me! I don't want you to leave, stop being my friend, anything!" England frowns, seeing the exchange. This must be hard on Italy, losing everyone he cares about.

Japan poke quietly to the quivering Italian, "Italy-kun, I will never stop being your friend."

Italy smiled up at Japan, "Ve~. Take a white flag with you then. Don't get hurt, OK?" He was still crying, but he was trying to be happy for Japan. Japan nods, grabbing the flag, and leaves.

Four months later, the only remaining nations were German, Prussia, Italy, Romano, Mexico, Canada, America, and of course, England. They were all at a small world meeting. If only it could still be called a meeting anymore. They were all just sitting there, thinking of their own problems. The Italian brothers were talking about paint, supposedly their ship was almost done. Mexico, America, and that third guy, um… Canada! That's right! They were taking about how to divide their one large ship between the three countries. England sat alone, still not knowing what to do His people did not have the resources to get into the sky. He had this nagging feeling that his people would not make it England looked to Prussia and German. Germany was holding his phone, his face contorted as he read something; provably an order that he did not like Prussia was talking to him, softly for one, patting him on the back at the same time. England watched as German stood up suddenly and addressed everyone in the room, "German's ship has been completed, and everyone is being assigned his or her areas. Mein Bruder and I must go now to our ship. Goodbye everyone." With that, he turned around and started to walk out of the room quickly, probably not wanting to be in there one the news sunk into Italy's mind. Prussia quickly followed, be too, not wanting to see the meltdown.

They were too slow because Italy cried out, "Captain?! German! Don't go! I-I-I don't want you to leave me either! Germany don't leave me alone" German faltered, finding it hard to continue walking with Italy screaming his name, begging him to stay. England watched on chocked, as German walked past him. It almost looked like he was crying, but England was pushed out of the way before he could be sure by a wailing Italian. Italy attached himself to German's right leg, like a child, pushing a whit flag into his closest friend's hand. As England was standing up, he was pushed down by a cursing Romano. England thought of a remark to being pushed over, but thought better of it because the twins were grieving the loss of another friend.

"Fucking Potato bastard! You just had to hurt my brother's feelings!"

"Please Germany! Don't leave me alone! I don't want to be alone Germany!"

England watched as Prussia left the room the room, and Germany following behind, probably telling Italy he cannot come too. One wrong word must have come out because for once, Romano filled out a promise, "Say sorry to my brother, or I'll hit you, Potato Bastard!" A few seconds later, Romano actually hit German's head, jumping in the air to do it. Germany did not react. England thought that he was accepting Romano's hit as punishment for hurting Italy emotional by leaving him. When he got to the exit, he pulled Italy off his leg, said a quit order, grabbed the flag, and left, muttering about it raining. England was confused for a few seconds before seeing German's eyes as he passed by a window. He was crying. He did not want to leave his friend behind. England continued to sit on the ground as Romano comforted Italy for a few moments before leaving. In the next week everyone got a package with a white flag and a letter from the twins. The had left the next day.

It was a month later when England once again heard his doorbell ring once again. England thought that it must be that git, America. He was proven right, but Mexico and, um, Canada were with him. "Come in, come in," England said with masked cheerfulness, "our ship must be ready to fly soon, correct?" Canada nodded, always polite.

America however, was America, "Hey Iggy! What's up?"

"My name is England, America," England replies, "Cuppa?"

They all shake their heads no, so England himself a cup, "What brings you here then if I must ask again."

We came to…" a voice starts, but nobody notices.

"I, the HERO, has comes to say goodbye to you!" America yells loudly.

England corrects America before allowing him to continue, "I did not teach you to talk like that America. The correct way to say that sentence is 'I, the hero, have come to say goodbye to you, England.' So, you are leaving soon?"

"Yeah! Our ship's all ready to go for all three of us, thanks to me, the HERO!" America laughs loudly before looking worriedly up at his big brother figure, "What about you England? Is your ship ready? Is your ship ready? There's, what, just over a year until the sun goes KABOOM!?"

"I know America. We are working on it. It won't be long before we are in the air as well. Goodbye to you three, and best of luck in your travels," England says, wanting to get the nations out of his house. To finally be completely alone.

"We should go now, eh?" America two, no, Canada, says.

"Canada, Mexico, go ahead of the HERO! 'K I wanna give Iggy my goodbye present!" America partially yells, pushing the two North American countries out of England's house, grabbing their gifts, and closed the door.

"A slight exclamation of M-maple," was heard before the door slammed.

"America, just give me the presents and go to your ship. What's it called, Camerico?"

"England, answer me truthfullyish, do you really have a ship in the making? There haven't been any news reports 'bout it."

England thought America was proving him wrong once again. Acting dumb and draft, while actually figuring out something smart for once.

"America, please, hand me everyone's presents now," England states, wanting to stop America's questions. He put down his cup of tea.

"Please England! If you don't have a ship, we can get you, your brothers, and some of your people out of here, with us!"

"No America. One of my brothers is already leaving soon with his people. The rest of us are staying here and ding together or all of us are leaving together. Now give me your gifts and go off into space. Good travels!"

"But England-!"

"Not one more word. Give me the items and go, our bloody git; do you not understand what I'm saying to you?"

"I understand well enough England," America handed England three presents; "This is the last time anyone will see you, right? You don't have a ship, and you thing you're gonna die! So I guess this is the last time I get to say goodbye to my brother! If that's what you want, fine. Goodbye!" With that America stormed out of England's house. England wiped away a tear that was now leaving his eye. He opened the presents, a bottle of maple syrup, a funky hat, and a hero badge. England put them on the shelf with all the other presents. The three countries were soon gone, leaving England alone to die.

However, it did not end that way.

Around a month later, England's people found their way to safety. A star whale, specifically, the last known star whale, came. It seemed to have heard the prayers of everyone in England, and come to their rescue.

It was quickly captured and built on. Iconic landmarks- the London Eye, Big Ben, within in the clock tower, (much to England's amusement), and London Bridge, to name a few- were put on the star whale along with various other homes and workplaces.

It was completed with four months left. Within another week, England and his people were off the Earth, safe. England was left basically alone, with only his shelves of memories.