America POV

I rushed out of my apartment using my secret, underground tunnel. Why? If I went out the normal way, people will no doubt be waiting for me, in protest. Ever since the world wars have ended, humans started blaming the reason why the world is a whole mess on us, the nations.

They've been attacking us like crazy.

Tomorrow, the other nations and I have a conferenced to discuss a solution, this is after all going out of whack, I mean, I was barred from every burger place in the U.S.! I heard Germany had the same problem with all the bars over at his place. Not only that, but raids against us is now a common thing, and our bosses are doing nothing about it.

Anyways, the tunnel that I'm using is really old, from the days of slavery, I'm the only living person to know of it. I use it for emergency escapes and such. Then I saw a shadow, someone else was here! I was going to hide, but then I saw that it was just my brother Matthew. I forgot he knew about this too. Sure enough, his pet polar bear, what was its name again, was following him.

"Hey dude!" I called out to my little brother.

"Hi..." he shyly responded.

I ran towards his direction.

"So where are we?' I asked.

"Just under the border of New York. I found someone who is willing to fly us over to the conference at Spain's place." he said," she was the philosophical type, so he blames humanity for the wars, not us."

Canada POV

Oh how lucky I was to bump into that person. Unlike most nations, my citizens have not a clue where I live, much less how I look like. There are the few exceptions though. The few individuals who bury themselves in books everyday, she was one of those. She walked up to me sometime last week when I went to buy some maple syrup. She wore a white wool coat, a pink dress that was barely visible and leather boots that reach just above her ankles, her hair was platinum blond and was long, held into a ponytail by a white ribbon, her eyes were a striking purple, if I didn't know better I would have thought she was a female Russia.

"Why hello Mattie," she said as if we were long time friends. I jumped in shock, not very many nations ever took notice of me, much less any human, but how did she know my name? Unless if she knew my identity as a nation, those were my thoughts when I met her.

As if reading my mind she whispered, "Yes, I know you're Canada, but don't worry I'm here to help you, so just go along with it"

I thought her voice sounded genuine enough so I gave in, " Oh hi, I haven't seen you in a while, umm..."

"Oh Mattie! It's been forever, I'm not surprised you forgot my name, remember, it's Lea. Say why don't we get out of here and go to a nearby cafe."

She didn't say it aloud, but I can tell she wanted to talk to me, privately," Better yet, how about we go to your place," I suggested, I would have offered up my cabin but a piece of myself didn't fully trust her just yet.

"Sure, why not."

She lived in a typical apartment with fireplace and everything. We sat at her dining area and she served us some hot chocolate.

"Why do you want to help me anyway?" I finally asked her.

"Why? Humans are just so stupid sometimes that's why. They avoid blaming themselves and blame others instead. I mean, just look at World War II. Look at the medieval times. It's everywhere. Yet, we never learn from that very mistake. But the question is, are you willing to accept my help. I can do a numerous set of things, I can paint landmarks from any country, pilot a jet, look up information, just ask me."

"Pilot a jet? That could be useful," i told her, "my usual pilot went on boycott recently, and I need someone who is able to take America and I to Spain's house, he's the one who's hosting the next World Conference next week."

"I'd be happy too, only under one condition." Of course I should have known. Nothing is ever truly free." I've been fascinated by the nations ever since I was just a little girl. I'm wondering, can I have your autograph? America's too?"

"That's it?" I asked, "no problem, I'll give you mine's right now, and I know America will be very willing to give you his."

Now back onto the present, I had no other way to contact America except through the old tunnel, that connected from his house in Washington D.C. to barely on my side of border. I know that recently though, he has taken to being in his apartment in New York. It was a best place to be in at the moment for wasn't as crowded as the capital of his proud country and less people knew where he lived in the city, only about a couple thousand.

Anyway, Lea told me to meet up with her at some airport in New York, with America.

From there, she'll take us to Spain's place, where we'll hopefully be safe from the cruel world as it is right now.

"Okay so America, she did have one request though," I went back to telling him.

"What is it?" He said as if to say, I want to get this over with.

"She wants our autographs, I already gave her mine..."

Without a second thought he got out a picture of himself, where did it come from, and signed using a black marker, where did he get THAT from, it said Your Hero, America.

No one's POV

So they went on ahead to the place that Lea told Canada to. Before they did so, Canada disguised his older brother to avoid attention, America ended up with contacts that made his eyes look purple, and dyed hair, it wasn't a permeant dye though. His outfit was also completely change, from his traditional military outfit to casual shirt and jeans.

The airport was crowded with families going on vacation and such, no wonder too, it was the beginning of summer, so they didn't look too out of place. Sure enough, Lea was there waiting for them, she was wearing an outfit that proclaimed her as a pilot of some sort, nothing at all like when Canada first saw her.

"You two ready?"

The two nodded in response. She took them to a small jet parked with the other planes. It wasn't the usual luxury they were used to, but it was bearable for the two nations.

Lea told them about how she was a female test pilot during World War II and her travels prior to the war as she flew the aircraft.

"One time I met France you know," she told them," he was such a flirt."

After hours of being airbound, Lea finally switched into landing mode and aimed at the landing way below. Aftering landing without trouble, she left the two after they made it through security and such, but not without giving them enough money to call a taxi that would take them to the hotel that the nations were meeting at, since they flew overnight, Canada and America had about two hours before the meeting began.

Time skip

The two brother nations entered the conference room to see all the other nations there, no surprise.

America settled himself in a seat with Canada taking the chair to his left.

This meeting was already far from usual. The typical arguing and fighting was absent. Almost everyone has been affected by this after all. Rumor has it Spain and Romano hadn't had been able to harvest their tomatoes, causing to be unusually bad-tempered, even for himself. Austria couldn't help but continuously play Beethoven to reflect his depressed mood. France has been going through wine withdrawal, and lastly England hasn't had tea for the past few months. In a summary no one was happy not even Finland or Latvia.

The atmosphere was thick with depression and even America and Italy could read it.

Germany broke the silence," I guess you all know why we're here."

Some nations grumbled in response.

"Well? We can't just let this continue on! Someone please come up with an idea!" His voice cracked and then came a rare sight. Germany's face shed tears.

Out of all the countries, he was one of the ones who suffered the most. People blamed him for his former boss, Hitler's choices. Some vengeful Jewish people would throw rocks at Germany's house. He hasn't had a drink in who knows how long. He also had to face the humans from the Allied nations who came to his house just to ridicule him. It wouldn't have hurt so bad though, if it weren't for the fact that his own citizens faced the very same ridicule and he felt every last insult, only for them to blame the whole mess of the Holocaust and World War II on him, making the country feel stabbed in the back.

Italy hugged his best friend, Germany hugged back clenching tightly onto . Germany freely shed tears, some of which landed on 's clothes, not that he minded.

England was deep in thought as in thinking something over until he finally spoke,"There is one way..." The atmosphere in the room lit up and multiple nations' eyes gleamed with newfound hope.

"Don't keep us waiting, what is it dude?" America asked.

After a major pause England, barely audible, spoke but one word,"Magic."

All the remaining hope in the room left, well almost.

"Of course," Norway said, "there's that one spell, remember?"

"Guys this is a serious situation, we don't want your magic wand open sesame stuff,"America replied.

Norway looked at America with those dull blue eyes of his as he retorted, "Look America, I know fully well not very many of you believe in magic, but this is our only chance of stopping this."

"Besides it wouldn't hurt to try, right?" Romania spoke up.

Sighing in defeat, America said, "Okay, might as well go on ahead."

"Great, then it's settled then. Norway prepare a magic circle," Norway got out a white piece of chalk and started drawing symbols and such on the wooden floor in a corner, "Romania help him," Romania got out from one of his pocket another piece of white chalk and proceed into helping Norway, "And I'll apperate to get my spellbook." Before anyone could say anything against it, the personification of Great Britain and Northern Ireland disappeared. Not too long after, he appeared back with a dusty, leather bound, book with a recognisably Latin title.

"I have one question," Germany, who already stopped crying, said, "What are you planning to do exactly?"

"Easy," England told them.

"We're going to remove any evidence of our existence from the face of the Earth, including people's memories, it's risky and highly dangerous, if we mess up, we could end up in another dimension for eternity or worse," Norway continued, his voice showed no emotion whatsoever. "What!?" multiple countries screamed, now aware of possible hazards.

"It's the only way," England replied.

"But there's a problem now that I think of it," Norway said looking towards his fellow magic trio buddies,"Even between the three of us magical nations, it wouldn't be enough to truly rid all evidence of our existence from the humans. If only there was another magical nation..."

Now truly almost all hope was lost. Well except for one British gentleman looking as if wondering if he should say something, something that he has been hiding.

"Actually there is one, two in fact."

"You never told me about there being others," Norway told him, "So? Who are they?"

England nervously glanced around the room, to see all eyes on him. He took a deep breath,"America and Canada."

this is my first fanfic in a while. I can't guarantee I will complete it, but maybe if I feel motivated enough, I just might pull through. Also on a side note, you won't see the Harry Potter part of the story for a good few chapters if I'm assuming correctly. Also tell me if any character seems too OOC, I can never seem to get some personalities right in my opinion. Reviews, follows, and favorites are greatly appreciated.