A/N: Wow, ok, so I just realized I'm a huge derp and forgot to put any disclaimer, or anything in the first two chapters…Makes me seem like I don't know what I'm doing!

Romano: You don't…

Anyway! To the Disclaimer!

I don't own Hetalia, all I own is my own imagination and the background for this story!

Red eyes snapped open, taking in the scenery around them. They narrowed darkly in response to what they saw. A soft hiss came from the owner of the eyes as a voice spoke from the silhouette in the eye's vision.

"Welcome back to the world of the awake. You have been sleeping for a long time. Are you ready to begin your new life? You have been sleeping for a hundred years you know." A confused swivel of the head, was the answer along with a loud cry.

"One hundred years?"

"Yes boy, you are a demon now."

The information that he had been asleep for so long shocked the demon. The man smiled, showing white through the shadows that made up his body.

"You must fight with the others to annihilate the human race."

Shanghai China (Aru!)

The Axis and the Allies were both united against a common enemy. They were in agreement to fight those trying to conquer their world, the demons. American and England were standing back-to-back, each holding a machine gun. Germany stood close to Italy to protect the cowering nation. Prussia stood in front of Canada along with France and Spain. China, Japan, and South Korea stood off to the die of America, all ready to attack. Austria and Hungary were also back-to-back, Hungary with her trusty skillet, and Austria with a long thin sword. Russia, Estonia, Lithuania, and Latvia were in a group, Russia in front of his servants as if to protect them. Poland stood close to Lithuania to keep him safe. Switzerland and Lichtenstein were close to where Austria and Hungary were. Demons were everywhere. Flying all around, attacking buildings and causing chaos for China's people.

The countries had followed the infestation throughout the world, starting in America then to Russia and then to China. A loud crack resounded as a demon sent a large burst of energy into a nearby building, causing it to crumble in on itself. The raining debris headed straight for the personifications and they all scattered. Before Canada had time to react however, a boulder fell straight for him. Not a second to late, another sharp crack rang out and the rock exploded right over his head, only showering him with dust and a few small pieces. America immediately ran out to his brother's side.

"Mattie! Are you ok?"

"He should be fine! Fin shot the rock in time to make sure nothing hit him." Everyone's gazes shot toward the voice to see the five Nordics standing there. Finland stood with a machine gun in his hands, a hard look on his face. Denmark was the one that had spoken. The giant axe that was his weapon was slung over his shoulder, and he had an arm around Finland. Sweden and Norway stood to the side of them. Sweden with his usual hard look on his face, and Norway had his arms crossed over his chest, but was watching Canada, as was Iceland.

"Hey guys! Miss us?" Denmark asked, removing his arm to approach Canada, ruffling his hair. America and England were both staring at the new arrivals in shock. Canada on the other hand, broke into a large grin, and broke away from Denmark to give the other four a big hug. Sweden caught him and picked him up in excitement. Norway broke away from the small group and walked up to England.

"We have come to help. We apologize for being late, we were a bit caught up." Arthur nodded tersely, due to the fact the two weren't on good terms because of disputes in the past.

Soon all the countries were back in duos and groups to fight the demons. Prussia stood with his sword in front of Canada, while the smaller man shot the demons down with his arrows. A demon suddenly flew at him, grabbing him by his jacket and threw him into an alley. A collective yell came from the others, but he was to shocked by the demon in front of him.

"What…Ro…Lovino? Is that you, kid?" A sad nod was his answer, and the old nation slumped onto the ground. "You know you can turn into a human right? You don't have to stay demon, unless you're still to young…You are aren't you?" Another nod, then a confused look was thrown his way, which Gilbert took for the little Italian asking how he knew all that.

"Lovino, when a country of nation is dissolved, they all go through the same thing. You get the three choices: Wraith, Demon, or Reaper. I chose wraith, and let me tell ya, it was hella painful. Even the too awesome me." He went to hold a hand to him. "Come help us fight, kid."

A nod again, but this time a determined one, a smirk making its way onto the old personification of South Italy's face. The two crept to the front of the alley to see what was happening. Lovino peeked out to see a demon stab Spain's shoulder with his own axe, and with a horrible hiss he shot out to hit the demon head-on in a tangle of growling, hissing, and scratching. Prussia ran out to catch Spain as he slumped forward. They all stared, even the other demons, transfixed as demon fought demon. Finally, the two leapt apart and crouched, cat-like across from one another. Gilbert motioned for Francis to hold onto Antonio, and after he made sure his friend was in good hands, he slowly made his way toward the demons.

"Hey, kid, it's ok! Calm down, we need you to fight, but don't lose control." He gently placed a hand on his head, surprising the other nations, and causing the demon to tense. Gilbert whispered something to him, and the boy stood up suddenly. France felt Spain tense up suddenly, and looked down to shock painted on the Spaniards face.

"Antonio? Mon cher, what iz wrong?"

"It's…No…Lovi!" He tried to stand up from France's grasp, but a sudden brown blur raced up to him and held him down. Romano stood in front of them all, a hand placed on Spain's chest to keep him from over-exerting himself. After seeing his best friend, Canada ran forward to hug him, causing him to stagger backward a few paces. Austria seemed to be in a depressed shock, but made his way over to embrace him as well. Lovino, not being used to everyone showering him with affection, stood there like a statue. Spain, over his shock, suddenly asked,

"Why won't you speak to us Lovinito? Usually you'd be screaming at everyone by now…" It was Gilbert, however, that answered instead of Lovino.

"Hearing a Demon's voice can drive a man insane. I don't know what it would do to a Nation, but he's smart to have not spoken at all." Norway spoke up then, his monotone voice coming out a bit confused.

"What I would like to know, and I'm sure I'm not the only one, is how the personification of a country, even a smaller such as Romano, could become a demon. Explain that one Prussia." A chorus of agreement resounded, and they all turned to the albino, who sighed, putting an arm around Lovino, making the demon hiss.

"You see guys, when a nation is dissolved, or taken over, or altogether ceases to exist, causing the personification to permanently die, they are given four choices. Because we aren't like normal, we've cheated death our entire lives. Now, our four choices are as follows." He sat himself down on a large piece of rubble to get comfortable, pulling Lovino to sit beside him, much to the boy's displeasure. "The first choice; is to become a Wraith, which is very painful, short process. However it's the most chosen because it's the easiest. The second choice is to become a Demon, which is a long, painless process. Lovi's here, took a hundred years. Demon's are very powerful creatures, but are also volatile and uncontrollable."

Spain laughed lightly, cutting in to mutter,

"Gil, Lovi was already like that!" Lovino stuck his tongue out at him angrily.

"Very true! But let me finish before Norway rips my head off. Now the third choice is to become a Reaper, which is a Wraith that collects the souls of the dead. Now, the fourth is the least chosen. It is to simply die and cease to exist forever. That's why Lovi's a Demon, he chose to become one." He finished with a shrug and looked around at the shocked nations.

"So, what are you?" Canada spoke up, staring intently at him. "You as a nation were dissolved a long time ago, and we saw you the next day. Does that make you a Wraith?" Prussia smiled, before busting out into his hissing laugh.

"Kesesese! Smart Birdie! I am indeed a Wraith, good job!"

All at once, the nations began talking. Germany had grabbed Prussia by the shoulders to interrogate him about keeping this information from him. Italy, Austria, Hungary, Spain and America had all surrounded Romano to discuss the new developments. The Nordics, England, and France were arguing over Canada, and if he was truly ok. China, Japan, and South Korea were surveying the damage the battle had caused. Switzerland, Lichtenstein, Russia and his henchman, and Poland were all attempting to question Prussia about a nationäs afterlife along with Germany, who wasn't letting the other German out of his sight.

Once China had made sure the people of his country were safe, he ushered the other nations into an intact building to get everything under control, and to form some sort of plan.

"We need to split up to defeat the Demons, aru! Each group should have a superpower in it! We need five groups, one for each continent excluding Antarctica." He looked around at the ragtag group of them, then they all erupted into the usual chaos.

"I will not be in a group with that frog!"

"I wanna be with Mattie!"

"Mi Tomate is staying with me, I just got him back!"

"Like, Liet is so staying with me!"

"My henchman stay with me, da?"

"I wanna go with China, Da-ze!"

"Little Canada's comin' with Uncle Denmark!"

"Dude, I didn't know you were Mattie's uncle!"

Before Denmark could reply, Romano smashed his head into a window, shocking them all, and efficiently shutting them up. He then pointed to China. The surprised Asian smiled,

"Thank you Lovino! Now, I will put you into your groups. First group will go to north America." He paused to situate himself comfortably in a seat.

"Now, I think that America himself should go, as well as Canada. And no offense, but we need Romano with a superpower. Since I don't trust Russia, he will go with America. Spain said himself he wants to stay with Romano, so he's going as well. Because I don't know who else they will get along with, Denmark and Norway will join you."

The six of them nodded and stood off to the side to watch as the rest of their friends were sorted. America and Denmark each threw an arm around Canada's shoulders, and Norway rolled his eyes at them. Spain was holding Romano around the waist happily.

"Who's going to South America. I believe we should stay relatively around people we are close to, so Prussia, Hungary, Austria, Switzerland, and Lichtenstein shall go." Of course, Prussia complained at once, but with a look and a threatening wave of her skillet, Hungary got him to stop.

"I believe Russia should stay here in Europe along with his Henchman and Poland said that he won't leave Lithuania. This would also include Asia as well."

Russia smiled his child-like smile,

"Of course, I would not let my comrade's countries fall to Demons!"

China nodded his thanks and looked around at who was left.

"Germany, Italy, Japan, South Korea and myself shall go to Africa and the surrounding Nations. France, England, Sweden, Finland, and Iceland shall go to Australia." Immediately France and England began to complain, but one look from Sweden was enough to make them cower behind Finland and be quiet.