Conclave

Chapter Four

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR MARVEL OR THE ABOVE ARTWORK

Snapping his head up, Canada's eyes met the startled gaze of the archer- how had he been noticed? Was it the glow from the device? Ah, he'd forgotten to account for that the archer was looking out for 'abnormal activity', of which the red glow definitely was. His ability consisted of misdirecting attention- and the previous red glow wasn't doing him any favors.

Cursing, he was about to just run for it when America contacted him. 'Mattie, there's something wrong- Iggy says the Tesseract's levels are rising! Someone's trying to get through by portal!' Canada, the one who always kept his cool, could feel his blood pressure rising. What the fuck. What the everloving fuck.

'Who is it trying to come?' He asked, trying to keep the panic from his voice. The last time an alien had come before Tony the alien, they'd started a war. He was not looking forward to seeing Asgard or Jotunheim before the Intergalactic Meeting. 'Iggy has got no idea!' America yelled back, 'But you better get out fast! There's, like, a 60% chance it's hostile!'

Canada fought back the urge to groan- why did Americans have to be so damn meddlesome? Now for all they know, they could've summoned some alien overlord. The Nations would help, but they couldn't do much without accidentally creating an intergalactic war. Which was the last thing any of them wanted. Even Russia.

He knew it was no use to pretend anymore- the archer had seen him, and was clearly about to shoot first, ask questions later. Thankfully, a distraction came with the flurry of scientists and researchers scurrying around as they tried to get an understanding of what the heck was happening with the Tesseract. Although now he thought of it, Canada would much prefer being shot with an arrow than having an alien come to ruin Earth.

Groaning, he strengthened his ability the moment the archer glanced towards the Director for instructions. Creeping out, he blended in with the other scientists and cautiously edged out towards the door. And then the portal swirled and appeared, blue and black and violet. Canada glared at it. 'Alfred, the portal's open! What should I do?' 'Iggy says to run! But if you want to stay and get info, it would be better!' America replied, worry clear despite his loud voice.

'I see, I shall stay for now. The moment I identify the alien, I'm out,' Canada informed his brother. Crouching behind a wall, he peered at the fluctuating circle of energy. Please don't be hostile....

Amidst the flurry of activity, a slender boot stepped out the portal. Long, golden horns curved in crescents. Dark wavy hair, pale skin, a flowing moss green cape. Canada hissed. 'It's Loki,' He murmured. 'What? Loki as in the guy from Asgard?' America squawked. 'More like second prince. I do hope he isn't here to declare war.' Answered Canada.

The self-proclaimed god looked around with the bemused, bored curiosity of a lazy cat. Canada held his breath. No convoys, no guards.... Was this guy here alone? But why? What was his purpose?

Canada perked his ears as the alien opened his mouth. "Puny Midgardians," was what he first said. "Kneel before me." Canada stared incredulously. Thank the Stones America wasn't here- or any other Nation. They'd probably jump out and either try to fight or declare war. But seriously, just what made this godling so confident, to the point of arrogance. And the way he carried himself.... Canada narrowed his eyes. Something was off, but he couldn't exactly place what.

As he tried to puzzle out the problem, he absent-mindedly listened to Fury talk to Loki. Something about ants and boots.... No matter, he wasn't going to let this alien just do whatever he wanted. It looked like they'd be meeting Asgard again much too soon. He'd leave it to the Nordics- they were more familiar with the older Planet, after all.

And then Loki grabbed a scepter. 'Mattie! Iggy says there's a dangerous artifact there! Be careful!' America's voice broke the musings of Canada. So the scepter was dangerous. Well that just spelled trouble, especially with so many agents and researchers around. And Canada couldn't do a damn thing, because of his identity as a Nation. He was always like this- restrained by so many reasons that even he didn't always agree with.

Before he could continue his internal crisis though, Loki had pressed the tip of the scepter towards the chest of the archer. Whose eyes started glowing blue. Canada had only seen this kind of thing once, and it was during a meeting about some crazy titan-alien. Something about the power to brainwash...? This was not good. Not good at all.

'Alfred, I think we have a huge problem on our hands now.' Canada stated, doing his best to remain calm, 'You remember the memo about the sole survivor of Titan's death?' 'Yeah, the purple guy, wasn't it? Why? He invading?' America answered. 'Unfortunately, I believe so.' Canada scowled, 'And he'll have to go through us.' 'Definitely, bro,' America replied, and Canada could hear the grin on his twin's face.

They were about to start discussing methods of beating up whichever alien wanted to come invade when the explosion happened. And boy, was it sudden. Canada should've known Fury would have something like this up his sleeve. But it was too late to run out now- he could only curl up and try to protect the device.

And everything went dark.