Basically just a random Fourth of July USUK story done in the wee hours of the mornin'.

This is my second uploaded story... So please be nice. x.x Or not...

...Fail summary is fail. AGAIN.

Disclaimer: ...Me. No. Own. Hetalia.

Couple(s): [Implied] America/England, France/Canada, Russia/Lithuania, [Implied] China/Japan?

Warnings: ...None...?

Um.. So... Enjoy...? (Onegai shimasu...) *hides*

July 3rd.

Currently, the World Conference was being held in America, for rather obvious reasons. It was one day away from America's Independence Day, and all of the nations currently present were coming. Even Russia. It was one of the few conferences held outside of Europe, since most of the gathering nations were European.

"Hey, America, your party's tomorrow night, oui?" France asked as the nations attending the World Conference ate lunch.

America turned from where he was gorging on his hamburgers and fries, grinning at France, "You bet! It's gonna be totally awesome! You're coming, right?"

"Why, of course. You're pretty little brother is coming too, right?" He inquired, his eyes gleaming as he spoke of the Canadian.

"Hm? Oh! Him! Yeah, totally!" America laughed, and then went back to downing his food.

::Ten Minutes Later::

"So, dudes, I propose that we mass produce robots and place them all around the world in factories to suck up all of the polluting smoke and convert it into oxygen!"

China rolled his eyes, "Like that would even work, aru! Robots are not plants!"

"But I thought it was a pretty good idea…" America pouted, his eyes going around the table to the individuals present.

"Machines just don't work like that, America. They're machines." Stated an annoyed Germany.

"But machines have gotten us to where we are now!"

"Yes, in a world where pollution is at its height and the world's economies are going downhill," snapped China.

America glared at him, and all of a sudden the World Conference was in a state of chaos. Again. Germany, who usually called order at these gatherings, just sat back in his chair and read a book, for the first time not even bothering to try to set things straight. Italy looked at him concerned, but soon his attention was ripped away when he caught sight of his brother Romano.

And so the turmoil of the World Conference went on undisturbed.

America looked around as nations left the conference room one by one, hoping to spot bushy brows and disheveled blonde hair. His search was in vain. He was unable to sight the Brit in the departing crowd. He slumped, catching up with France as he was about to step into the elevator. He hopped in at last moment and looked at France with his lips set in a dispirited frown. "He's not gonna show up this time either, is he?" France, of course, knew who he was talking about.

"Well, unfortunately not. I imagine that he didn't even come to America for the conference. He's probably at home." France looked at the American with a sad expression before he continued, "You can't blame him, can you?"

America looked down at the floor of the elevator and nodded, "I guess so… But seriously, it happened over two hundred years ago! When is he going to forget about it and just move on?" Honestly, he did understand. He had felt pure agony as he looked down at the crying figure at his feet, so many years ago on the battlefield. Because he loved him, as more than a brother, he hurt him. They were equals now, that was true. But England was never one to forgive and forget. He held onto memories, experiences, emotions, so much that at times it wasn't good for him.

A ding was heard, signaling their arrival to the fifth floor, and France stepped off. As they parted, France called out, "Even if he doesn't show again, don't take it personally. He's just a stubborn old goose!"

America laughed lightly, then responded, "See you tomorrow!"

His laughter died down as he was once again alone. He pressed the button to go back down to the lobby and sighed, leaning against one of the walls as his downward descent started. He wondered if England was ever going to come over to one of his celebrations. He sincerely wanted to celebrate becoming an equal, becoming his own country, with the man he loved. It wasn't just something to rub in his face. It was a celebration of a new beginning. Why couldn't England realize that?

The elevator door opened, and as he walked out he found Japan sitting in a lobby chair, reading manga quietly. He went over to his friend, plopping down beside him and giving him a grin, "Whatcha readin'?"

Japan looked up, smiling and bowing in greeting, "Ah, I was just looking over a new manga…"

"Hmm~? Would I like it?" He was never one to turn away a perfectly good manga. Even though he didn't like reading in general, comics were in a totally different category! And plus, everything Japan made was awesome.

Japan chuckled slightly at America's eagerness before shaking his head, "Iie, I believe this manga is a bit too romantic compared to the action genre that you like…" He trailed off, then muttered more quietly, "Besides.. I don't think the characters-"

"Eeeh~? C'mon, lemme see it." America cut him off, and with that, he snatched the book from Japan's lap and started from page one, skimming each page as he flipped through it. But as he got further into the manga, he began to blush slightly. The characters in this kind of looked like… England and France! He grimaced, his blush deepening as he flipped on through. How could-? Who would-? "OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" He threw the book to the floor and backed away from it as if its very existence was horrid.

He looked up at Japan, "Wha—? What made you make a book like that? And why were they… Oh god, why were they kissing?" America shuddered, "I think I'm gonna be sick…"

"I tried to warn you…" Japan looked up at his American friend with well-concealed amusement. "Hungary-san requested me to make a doujinshi of the two and give it to her once it was done… And I was just…reviewing it."

America shuddered again, "Okay, remind me to stay away from that Hungary chick, okay? Anyone who wants to see that gives me the creeps." He gave the manga one last grimace before saying, "Well, I guess I'd better go back to my place and make sure everything's set up. I'll see you there?"

Japan calmly picked up the manga and stood up, facing America as he bowed, "Hai. Good night, America." And with that, the blonde was off.

As Japan looked at America's retreating form, he furrowed his brow, a sudden thought popping into his mind, Now normally, America-san would jump at the chance to humiliate England with this… I guess England's absence is making him sad. Well, there was nothing he could do about it, except hope that England would have a change of heart and show up tomorrow.

As the clock struck twelve, Japan went back to his room and slept, awaiting the arrival of tomorrow.