Hetalia: The Fifty Stars

Chapter 47: Unidentified Flying Object

New Mexico. The 47th state is generally known for its desert environment and large, Hispanic population. Besides these two common characteristics, he's also known for aliens which can come as a surprise to some who aren't aware of a certain incidence that happened in Roswell, New Mexico in 1947.

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You know. The world is a weird place. I learn that in a way I cannot describe. Not because it's indescribable. But because I can't tell anyone. At all. It's a secret... A top secret...

"Here's the gist," said Nevada in a monotone voice. "Whatever you saw today, you never actually saw it. Okay?"

He wore a black and white suit like the rest of the F.B.I. agents. The silver eyes I usually saw were hidden behind a pair of black shades. His serious tone didn't match the carefree tone of my neighbor. Everything he said sounded...alien...like he was brainwashed.

"¿Qué (What)? I don't understand. I saw something fell from the sky and-"

"That was a weather balloon."

I shook my head in disbelief. "B-B-But the magic metal!"

"It's a special titanium alkaloid if that answers your question."

I gave him a weird look. 

I knew what I saw. Never before had I seen a sheet of metal ripped apart that easily by hand then meld itself back together within seconds. Even if my eyes were playing tricks on me, America was there. I called him over to my home, and he, too, couldn't believe what he saw. He was more enthused than I over the discovery, but without a doubt what we saw was something never seen on Earth before.

"America! He saw it, too!" I mentioned.

He nodded. "He did."

My eyes brightened. "And?"

"He was told it was a weather balloon."

My heart sank. "What?"

Nevada looked over his shoulder, looking to see the pickup truck had finally finished hitching the trailer that carried the large object under a teal canvas. "I'm sorry, but I need to go now." He began to walk away.

I grabbed his arm. "Do aliens exist?" I questioned.

I didn't think such beings were out there in the world. The adults always told me I was making it all up, or they're just speculation. For a while, I thought they were right. However, America told me to keep believing. He believed extraterrestrials, aliens, or some mysterious being out there in space really existed. That one day, we'll meet these beings, shake their hands, and eat hamburgers with them. I don't know about the last part, but I didn't want to ruin his imagination. And the next thing I knew, an unidentified flying object fell from the sky, and crashed on a ranch in my home.

It must be aliens, right? What could fall from the sky, and have magic tinfoil like that? Certainly not a plane. It had to be of alien technology. It had to come from something not from this world.

Nevada hadn't said anything immediately. Even without his shades, his silver eyes would've been blank, giving me nothing to infer on. As his face stared down on me, I thought I saw his lips move. I thought he was going to tell me the truth.

"It was a weather balloon," he spoke. "It crashed. We simply came here to clean up the wreckage." 

He turned around, and walked away. He got back inside the black vehicle without looking back at me. Both the vehicle and the truck that pulled the trailer drove off, leaving me and the empty crater behind us.