As yet another World Conference drew to a close, the few Nations that filled the room found themselves wondering if they had really just wasted four hours of their lives on a load of bullshit.

"...And there you have it" America said, beaming widely as he gazed at the faces of each of the frustrated Nations. "I, the hero of this entire freaking world, am going to create a mega-awesome, half-super-hero, half-alien awesome heroic dude, by mixing my blood with my alien friend, Tony's, and then using it to make a heroic little clone! And then the super dude will save us all from Global Warming."

Everyone stared at him in disbelief.

"The end!" America lifted a hand in the air, attempting to strike a heroic pose.

"...It took you the entire meeting to tell us that" England hissed, lifting his head from where it had been planted on the table for the majority of the time. "The. Entire. Meeting."

"I have to agree with England" Germany said, his voice filled with irritation. "That was a completely useless."

Austria shot Germany a smug look. "I told you we should start checking people's speeches at the door from now on! You thought I was crazy - and your idiot brother laughed in my face. Well now whose laughing?!"

Austria laughed.

Everyone ignored him.

"What are you guys TALKING about?!" America demanded. "That was completely awesome!"

Austria shook his head, looking vaguely disgusted. "Sometimes I wonder if he even hears what comes out of his mouth..."

"...Sometimes the Awesome Me wonders the same thing about you" Prussia piped up.

"Why are you so useless?!" England suddenly cried, his anger boiling over. The Nations all shifted in their seats, knowing what was approaching.

"Hey!" America snapped, an indignant expression appearing on his face. "I'm not useless - I can't be. Heroes are too awesome to be useless! It's quite tiring at times, actually."

"WHY ARE YOU SUCH AN IDIOT?!" England howled.

"I am not!" America shot back. "And anyway, you suck at cooking and you're scones taste like they came out of France's no one cares about you opinion!"

"That is an insult!" France cried, clutching his chest in a dramatic fashion. "Angleterre's cooking does not deserve such a compliment! It is vile and disgusting!"

"You are vile and disgusting!" snapped England, glowering furiously at France. He turned back to America. "And don't you dare insult my cooking, you CRETIN! My scones are heavenly balls of are not even worthy to lick their golden-brown crusts!"

"Well thank fucking god for that!" America shot back.

"SHUT UP, MY SCONES ARE PURE GOODNESS!" England howled, his face turning red with fury. "If only the same could be said about your WORTHLESS, IDIOTIC BRAIN!"

"Yeah well...if I have a bad brain, which I don't, then it'd be your fault, since you raised me! You just suck at parenting!" America snapped, placing his hands on his hips and glaring ferociously.

The entire room froze and went deadly silent; you could have heard a pin drop.

Then England exploded.



Unsurprisingly, that comment came from France.

"It isn't meant to be kinky!" England howled. "Dammit, I hate you all!"

Then his phone began to ring.

With a muffled yell of frustration, England yanked the device out of his pocket and flipped it open in a single, violent movement.


There was a moment of silence and then; "...Arthur? What the bloody hell..."

England froze. Oh fuck.

It was his boss.

"T-this isn't England!" England choked out, forcing his voice to mimic a French accent (of course it sounded nothing like one). "This is the annoying pervert...England is busy...he can't come to the phone..."

His boss let out an irritated noise. "No seriously, Arthur..." he groused. "This isn't a joke! This is really important -"

"Whose Arthur" England laughed, continuing his poor imitation of France. "I don't know any Arthur, haha...I mean, er...oh HON HON HON.."

"Oh for God sake!" his boss cursed. "Arthur, I'm not joking! Wherever you are -"

"Bye bye!" England cut him off. "I mean...however you say bye in French..."

He hung up the phone.

England stood still, staring at the small device for a moment. Then, with a howl of frustration, he flung it at the wall with all his might. It shattered in multiple bits and pieces.

"THIS MEETING IS OVER!" he yelled to the room at large. "If anyone needs me, I'll be at the pub!"

He stormed out of the room.

There was a moment of silence; then everyone went back to their previous conversations.

"Haha" America laughed. "Silly old Iggy, getting all worked up about nothing..." his voice trailed of when he caught sight of the glare that Canada was giving him. "What?"

"America, seriously, why did you have to do that?" Canada demanded.

"Do what?" America asked. "He insulted my heroic self, what was I supposed to do?"


"Hey, its not my fault!" America snapped, defensively. "Stop looking at me like that - you have no right! No one even knows you're there half of the time!"

"You know England gets touchy about certain things!" Canada said, choosing to ignore the insulting comment that had been directed at him. "It's not fair to push him like that!"

"How come he doesn't get yelled at?!" America demanded.

Canada shrugged. "Because he's probably drinking away hs sorrows as we speak, and I don't want to have to deal with him when he becomes a blubbering drunk...but that's not the point. Go apologize!"

"Why?" America sulked.

Canada narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Because if you don't" he snapped. "He'll be drunk of his arse and calling me in the middle of the night, crying about his sorrows and how much his life sucks, and making my life miserable over the phone! I need my sleep, dammit!"

"Okay..." America frowned. "So...why should I do it, again?"

Canada loomed threateningly over his brother. "Go apologize" he growled. "Or I'll pour maple syrup all over your hamburgers!"

America's eyes widened in panic. "No!" he cried, shaking his head in denial.

"YES!" Canada snapped back.

America's shoulders slumped. "Fine" he muttered. "...But you're coming with me" he added, scowling at his brother.

Then his phone began to ring.

America glanced at the caller ID and beamed widely. He held his phone to his ear.

"Hey boss!" he greeted, cheerfully.

"Alfred?" for some reason, his boss sounded panicked and nervous. "Oh thank God...look, I need you to listen to me, alright? Where are you?"

"I'm on the conference room" America replied, rolling his eyes. "You know that."

"Oh thank God..." his boss sighed, again. "Look, just stay there, alright?"

"No can do!" America replied. "I gotta go and get England from the pub or else Canada will maple all over my burgers!"

"What? No -"

America cut off his boss's panicked reply. "Now he's giving me a death stare...gotta go. Bye, Boss!"


He hung up the phone.

Canada frowned. "Was that important?"

"Hmm?" America glanced down at the phone in his hand and then shook his head. "Nah."


England gulped down yet another glass of beer, too drunk to notice the shocked looks he was receiving from almost everyone in the pub.

"...and then he just...he just goes and ells me I'm a bad parent" he sobbed, his voice slurred due to all the alcohol he had consumed. "I was a bloody excellent parent. Wasn't I? WASN'T I?!"

The bartender, who had been staring at him with his jaw hanging open since he had walked through the doors, nodded his head slightly.

"My god, it can't be...?" murmured someone in the pub.

"Maybe someone should ask" suggested another voice.

"No! That's just weird!" someone else exclaimed.

England continued his drunken rambles, oblivious to what was going on around him. "I mean, I know I wasn't there very often but...I had a job, goddammit! I HAD A JOB!"

"Yeah..." choked the Bartender. "I mean...uh..."

"I want more alcohol!" England sobbed, slamming his empty glass down on the table.

The Bartender picked it up with shaky hands, and then dropped it to the floor. It shattered into dozens of tiny pieces; the man made no move to clean up the mess.

From nearby, a man muttered; "He can't be! No way can our country be that pathetic..."

"No! I recognize him from the news!" someone protested.

"I dunno..."

"I WAS A GOOD BROTHER!" all conversation was suddenly halted by yet another one of England's exclamations.

Then America and Canada entered the room.

"Okay Iggy" America said, immediately making a bee-line for England. "Canada says I have to apologize to you, or he'll go all Mega-Maple-Man on me -"

"- I'll go all what?" Canada cut him off. In a lower voice, he added; "and don't call me that in public!"

"It's your super hero name!" America replied. "I don't need one, because I'm just awesome, but you haven't quite reached that stage yet, baby bro...also, don't sweat it, no one's going to notice anything, or give a damn if they do."

"...Then why are they staring at us?" Canada muttered.

There was a moment of silence.

The next exclamation shocked and horrified the twins.




Okay, so this is a new story. I'm almost finished my story "Meet the States" so I thought I'd try writing another one now :D

If it's a bit confusing in this first chapter, things will get cleared up as the story progresses.

Please review and tell me your responses to this chapter, since they motivate me to write faster, and also give me an indication of whether or not people are enjoying my story. Plus, its always great to hear what you guys think! :D