Title:Blue Moon
Author: Faeriesnook

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia in anyway shape or form. Nor do I own the OC's of Scotland and Wales that appear within this story. They belong to loveanime18 (Scotland) and seatalia (Wales) respectively. They just allow me to borrow them for stories.
Rating: T

Notes: This following story was inspired by the MAD Tsuki no Waltz.

Summary: They say when the moon is blue, strange things occur. A gateway to another world opens, linking our world with its own. Now, America and Canada have found themselves pulled into this other world. A world full of strife and chaos, and magic. Filled to the brim with familiar, and yet not familiar, faces. And in the very center of it all, a mystery. One they must find a solution too before they could even dream about returning home.

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They say on nights when the moon is blue that strange things occur. When he had been small, England had often been told by his siblings to stay close to the fae, especially when they were not together. When he had been that small, when he had still been referred to as Albion, he never understood why. As he grew though, he began to realize their fears. He had witnessed what occurred on those nights himself. The nights where a pathway to another world would open, linking his own world and this 'Wonderland'.

When he had been small, the blue moons had been common. But as he grew, as the world began to shun magic, the blue moon became rarer; to a point where even England began to forget about it. But some things could never be truly forgotten, or even vanish. And on this night, it would become far too clear…

It had started out as a relatively normal day. That is, until the ever boisterous America came barreling in through his front door without even bothering to knock, dragging is much more reserved brother behind him. Though, in all honesty, this was something the Brit had become incredibly use too. And he wasn't sure how to feel about that. But at least America had stopped nearly breaking his door down when he entered… And it was nice to see that he brought Canada with him. He had not seen the shyer of the brothers in a while. He had almost forgotten about him.

Still. Would it hurt America to knock, or perhaps phone ahead? It was common courtesy, honestly. Had he not raised him properly?

Well… Clearly England hadn't… If he had, America would never have rebelled…

Ah, but that was in the past. Why dwell on it? Well, at least at the moment… If he thought on that topic, England would only become depressed. And while that could be remedied by drowning his sorrows in alcohol, he did not want to do that in front of the two North American brothers. Nor did he want America to realize how easily the memory still affected him. No, no that bloody git would just hold it over England's head, mocking him for it. He wouldn't understand how that day had scarred the Englishman. And he did not care to explain it to America, especially as the young Nation would not understand. Canada would, Canada was always the smarter of the two. But America… America could never understand…

England wondered how he had become so use to these visits, why he even allowed them to occur. Why was it that England did not just kick the two (well, America) out from the get go? Why was he now, willingly, preparing a pot of tea for the two, knowing full well that America would simply demand coffee, stating how much he hated tea? England just sighed, carrying the tray into the sitting room, scowling at the American.

"Feet off my furniture," he snapped, raising his foot and lightly kicking America's leg. There was a small yelp, more of surprise then anything, America dropping his legs off the table top. The sandy blonde stared distastefully at his wooden table top, noting the marks of the others shoes had left behind. He could feel his eye twitch, ever so slightly as he turned his attention to the path leading from the front door to the sitting room. "America… You tracked mud into my home…"

"I did?"

"Yes. You did."

"Ah, my bad Iggy!" His eye twitched more. How many times had he told the American he detested that nickname? It was cute when America had been a small colony. But now… And that infuriating grin. He didn't even care that he had possibly ruined the Brit's carpet, or at least left him to have to clean it all up. By himself no less. Because there was no way that America would help him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the quieter of the brothers shifting in his seat, before setting Kumajiro down and rising. England immediately raised his hand, frowning.

"Ah bu-but-"

"I'll clean it, Canada."

"But…"

"Sit down and relax," he stated, balancing the tray in one hand and fishing his handkerchief out of his pocket and wiping the dirt away. Scowling more, he set the tray down on his now somewhat clean table top (he would clean it properly later).

"Don't'cha have any coffee?" Came the obnoxious voice as England began to pour the tea for himself and his two uninvited (well one, Canada was always welcomed) guests. He could feel his eyebrow twitch again, but again ignored the comment, holding out one of the cups to Canada. The Northern brother accepted it, thanking England who merely smiled in response. When he offered the other saucer to America, only to be met with a small, irritated expression. "I'll um, pass…"

"It's rude to decline something your hosts prepared."

"Yeah, and its rude not to ask your guest what they want to drink."

"And it's even ruder to come bursting into someone's home uninvited, and then acting like an ungrateful twit!"

"Hey! I knocked this time!" America shouted, pouting almost like a child. And England had to resist reaching out and smacking the American across the head. With a pointed look from Canada though, the other silenced, taking the saucer and cup from England. "You have sugar?"

"Of course," rolling emerald eyes he handed the bowl of sugar to the American, pointedly turning his attention to Canada so that he would not need to watch America pour the entire bowl into his cup of perfectly good tea. "So how have you been Canada?"

"Good," the Canadian murmured, and England smiled watching him pour a little bit of his tea into his saucer for the white bear. If it had been anyone else, England would have yelled, he would have become upset and flustered. However, he would let it pass this time. Especially seeing him give England an apologetic smile. He hid his small, fond smile behind his cup, continuing to speak.

"That's good. I take it you have been busy?" Canada nodded, scratching Kumajiro's ears affectionately, before leaving his bear to lap at the tea.

"Yes, I've had a lot paper work," he smiled sheepishly; ducking his head after had taken a sip of his tea. "I'm sorry I haven't been able to call lately…"

"It's perfectly alright. At least you're doing your work." He glanced at America, who blinked, before frowning childishly.

"Hey! I do my work!"

"Oh yes, and yet you still have more than enough time to bother me, play your silly video games, and babble on and on about being a hero."

"I am a hero!"

"Oh yes, I'm sure. Would you like anything to eat Canada?"

"Oh um…"

"Heh, I think I can vouch for Canada and say no. I don't think he feels like getting food poisoning." That remark, companied by that smirk, made him bristle all over like a cat.

"Excuse me!? There is nothing wrong with my cooking!"

"Yeah, except your scones are always so rock hard, and last time you made me something for dinner I got sick as Hell."

"Eh, America… You were already sick…"

"Nah, I was completely healthy until I had Iggy's horrible cooking!"

"But you had called me the day before-"

"Just tell him you aren't hungry bro. I mean, it's not like Iggy can cook. Even his-"

"America." Another pointed look, and America ceased speaking. England couldn't help but raise a bushy eyebrow, a bit curious by the display. He was well aware of the fact that there were times when Canada could silence his brother, but the suddenness, and America's constant shifting, led him to observe the two curiously. Setting his cup down he frowned, eyeing the two.

"So what brought about this unexpected visit?"

"Wh-What!? Ah! No reason!" America was laughing nervously now, England crossed his arms over his chest.

"America." He smirked seeing the other flinch.

"Oh geeze… When you say my name like that it still sounds like you're about to whack me with some branch…"

"It always worked when you were a colony," he murmured with a shrug, picking up his tea again. "It always led you to tell the truth. So, tell the truth now. What are you both doing here?"

"America, just say it." He heard Canada murmur, nudging his brother with his elbow.

"I, um well… See…"

"Hmm?" His scowl returned England releasing an exasperated sigh. "Oh just spit it out America!"

And it was just when America opened his mouth, the phone rang. Grumbling England once again set his cup down, rising to his feet. "Don't. Touch. Anything. America."

"Oh like you have anything cool to touch." That nervousness had evaporated, and that irritatingly cocky grin had returned, before fading into irritation. "Wait a minute! Why are you singling me out!?"

England choose not to respond, rolling his eyes as he retreated back into his kitchen to retrieve the telephone, murmuring a soft 'I'm coming, I'm bloody coming' to himself before picking it up.

"'Ello, Kirkland residence."

"England." It took him a moment to register the voice, again, his eyebrow raising.

"Norway?" It was strange to hear from the other Nation, generally the two wrote letters back and forth. They only called if… "What's wrong?"

"Have you looked outside?"

"What do you mean?" He frowned, eyebrows knitting together.

"Ah geeze Iggy, you have such borin' books!"

"Oi! What did I say about touching anything you git!" He shouted, pressing a hand against the receiver for a moment, stepping more so into the kitchen; and making a quick beeline for the window. "What do you mean 'have I looked outside'?"

He pulled the curtains back, his eyes widening. "When… When did it get so bloody dark..?"

"A half hour or so, at least for me," came the simple retort, and he could hear Norway shifting on the other line. Hear him saying something in his own native tongue, before speaking again. "England, look at the moon."

He was about to refute that the moon would not be out. It was only four o'clock last he looked at his clock. And that had only been a minute or so after the North American brothers had arrived. And they had only been here for about an hour. Not nearly long enough for the sun to set and the moon to rise. But then again, it was already pitch black out. Like evening had already fallen. How did he miss this? Frowning more deeply he drew the curtain back more, peeking out the window.

His mouth fell open, the phone nearly slipping from his hands. In the distance, he heard the two brothers speaking. Outside it was evening, but there were no stars twinkling in the sky. And the moon… The moon was…

"Its blue…"

"I was not sure if you had become aware of it," came the ever-aloof Norwegian's voice, though England could hear the hint of concern, of worry. "I've already taken precautions for myself and the other Nordic Nations."

"And Sealand..?"

"Along with Latvia, as he's staying the night." If he didn't know any better, he was sure he heard a chuckle, whispering something in Norwegian, before continuing on in English. "I have already spoken to the trolls; they are going to stay especially close to those two. You best speak with your fae's…"

"I will thank you for telling me this Norway…"

"You would have done the same." He responded, and there was shouting in the back ground, Denmark's voice. Norway responded by shouting something and from what England could translate, he could not help but snicker. "Ah, I have to go. I will call in the morning."

"Take care Norway. Thank you." The other said a soft good bye, and a click signaled the other hanging up. England hesitated, holding the phone to his chest before peeking back in to his former charges. America was sorting through one of England's bookshelves, making off handed comments to Canada about how boring the books were. His brother in turn was rolling his eyes. They both seemed alright, they would be alright.

Reentering the kitchen, he dialed the number he knew by heart, shifting uneasily as he awaited the other line to pick up. It would all be alright. They were sure to have noticed the moon, they had to. They were fine…

"What do you want you rossie."

He had never been so realized to hear Ireland's annoyed voice. "I'm sure you've noticed the moon."

"The moon? What about… Oi you drunk Scot, get your arse up!" He blinked, cocking his head to one side.

"Blaine's over?"

"Yes. Along with Wales and the lil Snapper. Hope you don't mind, us not invitin' you to our little shin-dig- Scotland I swear to God Almighty if you- I will blood kick your arse you caffler! I swear it!" There was a pause, England hearing a slurred response before his sister sucked in a sharp breath. He could almost see her tensing, her lips tightening into a thin line. "What did you say yo-you! I'm going to bloody!"

There was a thud, and England thought for a moment that they had been disconnected. But then a soft voice spoke up. "England? Is everything alright?"

"Wales," he sighed, a bit grateful to have at least the saner member of the house hold on the phone. "What are those gits doing?'

"Fighting. Scotland made a rather rude remark about Ireland's um well… Bust…"

"You cover the boy's ears?"

"Mmhmm, lil North didn't hear a thing."

"He's egging them on isn't he?"

"Cheering for his Mamai, as usual." Wales giggled, but then he could hear the frown form. "Brawd, is everything alright?"

"The moon is blue." He heard his sister gasp, his stomach sinking slightly. "You all hadn't noticed?"

"Ir-Ireland and Scotland were playing a drinking game. We hadn't… Oh no…" She began shouting at the other two, and while England could not follow the stream of Welsh she released (he never could when she began to speak so rapidly), he knew what she was telling them.

"England, are you done yet? I'm hungry."

"I thought you didn't want my cooking to poison you, you bloody wanker!" He snapped, turning his head to look at America. He was pouting, standing in the doorway.

"Yeah… Well, I figured once you were done I could make us all something to eat."

"Oh like I'm going to let you in my kitchen to make your bloody hamburgers. Just go back in the sitting room. I'll be in in a moment!"

"But-"

"Go!" His tone dropped dangerously, and he could see the surprise on the others face, but thankfully America complied. Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to the phone call; hearing now surprised Gaelic in his ear. Wait, wait, it wasn't… Was she… "Ireland, Ireland sl-slow down! I can't understand you when you speak so quickly!"

"What do you mean the moon is blue!?"

"Look for yourself." He grumbled, hearing the others whispering amongst themselves, before Ireland took a quick breath, whispering again in Gaelic. There was a shifting sound, Scotland's voice becoming clearer.

"Have your fae friends stay nearby." He instructed, and England had half the mind to remind him that he was no longer a child, and he knew full well what would occur. He had experienced it himself after all, the last time the moon had turned this blue. "England, you the only one home?"

"Unfortunately no. America and Canada turned up for a visit."

"Then make sure some of the fae watch over those two. Last thing we want is a superpower and his brother to go missin'."
England snorted, leaning against the wall. "Ah, but meetings would be so much more productive…"

"England."

"I'm kidding Scotland, I'm kidding! And I will." He thought for a moment, chewing his lower lip. "Should I… Do you think my former colonies will be at risk as well?"

"Think they'll be okay," the Scot murmured, before saying something England could not hear. There were soft responses, the two other female Nations no doubt. And England could only shift more and more uneasily. He didn't want to draw his former colonies into this mess. He knew that they would most likely be safe. The blue moon would only affect those of magical origins. Nations that could still see the fae, and mythical creatures of that like. And there were not many more Nations that could still see them. England, his siblings, and Norway were some of the few. But just being in the vicinity of one of the magical Nations could be risky on a night of a blue moon. Had England known that one would appear tonight, he would have sent the North American brother's away without a second thought.

"I'll send some of my friends to keep an eye on them, along with some of yours if it'd put your mind at ease," came Ireland's soft voice, before a briskness overcame it. "But I'm not doing this for you. I just don't want any poor Nations to well, y'know, just because they had the misfortune of being associated with you. It's not for you, really."

"Whatever you say Ireland… But it would put my mind at ease." He was already calling some of his friends to him, asking in the soft bell language they used to check on former colonies. They were hesitant, naturally, not wanting to leave him, but he knew he would be safe. Even if one or two remained. "I've asked some of mine already. But the more the better."

"England, you should have all the faes you can with you!" Came Wales's worried voice. "Especially after last-"

"Yes, but I know about the blue moon, and what to expect. My former colonies do not. They are the ones that need the protection."

"Want one of us to come over just in case?"

"I'm fine Scotland, again I just called…"

"Eh? England? Oi you brat, you still there!?"

America… America had stopped complaining. In fact, England hadn't heard a peep out of the young Nation for a good while. And that was just… Unusual. He had been complaining so loudly. But now…

"England!?"

His limbs felt suddenly heavy as he crept back into the sitting room, his heart pounding against his chest.

"America? Canada? Are you boys alright?" He ventured, rounding the corner. He caught sight of the two, slumped against his book shelf, sound asleep…

But America had been so full of energy. And why was Kumajiro nudging at Canada's arm in such a worried manner. England felt his heart leap into his throat. He didn't even realize he had dropped the phone until he had fallen to his knees in front of the two, gripping America by the shoulders and shaking him. "America! America! Wake up! Wake up this instance! Ca-Canada! Canada wake up! Both of you! Th-This isn't!"

His whole body was shaking. He could hear the laughter, his head whipping around to one of the sitting room windows. It had blown open, the blue moonlight spilling into the room, casting an eerie glow over the two seemingly slumbering Nations. His entire body felt numb, his hands slipping from America's shoulders, landing in his lap. Distantly he could hear his siblings shouting over the phone, he could hear his friends fluttering around him whispering worriedly to one another, to something else. But England couldn't register their words. His eyes were fixed on the two still figures, his heart lodged in his throat.

No… No. This couldn't. They couldn't…

"Give them back," he whispered, and he was sure he heard the laughter double. England whipped around again, staring up at the blue moon. Screaming to something that not even he could see. "Give them back! GIVE THEM BACK!"

He continued screaming, pounding at the floorboards, hot tears streaming down his face. He should have acted sooner. He was foolish. The faes, he should have asked them to watch the two the moment he saw the moon while he spoke on the phone. The moment he realized… They were the ones most at risk. They…

"Gi-Give them back," he whispered, doubling over, pressing his forehead against the floorboards. "Please… Give them back…"

But there was only laughter as a response.

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And so, the little rabbits fell down the rabbit hole and into Wonderland…

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Rossie –Brat

Snapper – Child

Caffler – Asshole

Maimai – Irish Gaelic name for mother that children would use. Pronounced Mah-mee.

Brawd – Welsh for Brother

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Ah~ This was my attempt at NaNoWriMo 2009. Sadly, I did not succeed, as more important things such as school got in the way orz; This entire story is plotted out however, save a few parts. And I can promise already. It's going to be LONG.

But I hope you have all enjoyed the first chapter! And please, please, please feel free to drop a comment, saying what you liked, disliked, what sucked, what was good. I'm aspiring to be an author one day, so I'll never get any good if I don't get feedback/critiques.

Oh, and this was un-beta'd, solely because I felt like a pest already asking friends how they liked it… So any grammatical errors I apologize for. I most likely missed them on the final read through….

But right! I hope you enjoyed this!