I don't really have much to say about this story yet. It began as a bunch of random USUK stuff, but somehow turned into this. I have no idea... But I have tons of different ideas bouncing around my head for this story, so it's going to be a lot longer and more serious than I had planned. Anyways, hope you like it and please review!

Oh, and I don't own Hetalia, or any of the characters.


The ring of the doorbell echoed throughout the entire house, but it reached the ears of a peppy Italian man first.

"I got it!~" Italy called merrily, practically jumping out of his chair and launching himself out of the conference room to see who had just arrived. When he opened the door, his giddy expression immediately fell.

"America?" Italy whined, his body radiating with disappointment. Even the always cheerful blonde that had just walked in was beginning to frown.

"What's wrong, dude?" Quizzical blue eyes peered out through the glasses neatly placed on America's face.

"Oh, it's nothing… I just thought that-" Italy's voice dropped to a low mumble so quiet that America almost didn't hear him. "I thought that you were Germany…"

A smile again came to America's face, not understanding what the Italian meant by 'I thought you were Germany.'

"Ha! Come on, dude! I look nothing like Germany!" America strode past the depressed Italy, completely unaware of the man's sadness. "And besides, only heroes like me can look this epic!"

"It's about time you showed up!" Britain growled at the taller blonde man when he stopped in front of him. "Why do you always arrive late?"

"Germany's never late!" Italy cried out with tears forming in his eyes as he ran into the room opposite of where the world conference was about to begin.

"Well, maybe if you didn't keep jumping up and answering MY door, you wouldn't be so upset when it's not your boyfriend!" Britain turned his back to America to yell at the now bawling Italy.

"HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" Italy wailed helplessly, a deep blush appearing on his face. Even though it was plainly obvious, he refused to openly admit his feelings for the German man.

"Stupid git…" Britain shook his head and sighed. He almost felt bad for the other nation.

"Wow! Excitement just goes wherever I go, doesn't it?!" America smiled wider, still clueless. Britain stared in utter astonishment that the other country could actually be so stupid.

But that's what makes him so adorable. The thought automatically popped into Britain's head without his control. Where the bloody hell did that come from? I don't like America! Not like that! Not in any way! I haven't felt anything since then…

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Half an hour later Romano had finally managed to coax (or more likely drag) his brother into the conference room so the meeting could begin. Everything was normal, except for a few things that stood out from the rest. Of those that stuck out was an emotionally conflicted Brit sipping tea while anxiously glancing across the table at a cheerful American (who was currently stuffing his face with cheeseburgers) and a disheartened Italian waiting for a certain tall blonde haired, blue eyed man whose seat at the head of the table was still empty.

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"I agree with America…" Japan murmured softly, knowing that siding with the American would cause the least amount of problems.

"Dammit, Japan! Stop agreeing with that idiot!" Switzerland pounded his fist angrily on the table. Switzerland's younger sister, Liechtenstein, gently patted her brother's arm to get him to sit down, but he refused.

"Oh, and I'm sure that you would absolutely love to enlighten us with your brilliant idea?" Austria rolled his eyes without bothering to look up at the blonde he was insulting. Switzerland instantly redirected his anger when he heard Austria's snobby voice.

"As a matter of fact-"

"I think Japan can agree with whomever he wants." Greece yawned, stopping what could have transformed into a violent argument between Austria and Switzerland. After stretching his arms lazily over his head, Greece gave Japan a small, reassuring smile.

"Um…Mr. Russia? Why don't you say something?" Lithuania's voice trembled as he spoke. It was very clear that his many terrifying years under Russia's control haven't completely worn off.

"But, wouldn't it be more fun to watch you try then come crawling back for help, da?" Lithuania nodded back quickly. What else was he supposed to do besides agree with the Russian?

The whole time Russia spoke, Poland glared furiously at him with a protective arm on the brunette's shoulder. Russia raised an eyebrow at Poland, acknowledging his pathetic attempt at keeping the Baltic country safe.

"Honestly… You need to stop bickering over things that have happened already; worry about the future for once-aru." China huffed under his breath. The western nations problems were really starting to get on his nerves, but that happened at every meeting. But something in particular seemed off today. Something with Russia…

"Personally, I believe anything that everyone else says is bullshit." France smirked, leaning back in his chair while silently admiring his own words.

"But, no one ever listens to me anyway…" Canada whispered down to the small, white bear sitting in his lap, but he earned nothing more than a curious stare and a 'Who are you?'

France's smirk slowly turned into a sad frown directed toward the shy country sitting away from everyone else at the meeting. In his head, France debated whether or not he should go over and comfort the man.

"You have to side with someone and I think that we should listen to America-" Britain froze mid-sentence, face growing pale. No one gave him a second thought when he abruptly excused himself from the meeting and quickly dashed out of the room. No one but America. The blonde gazed at the door Britain had just left though for a few seconds, wondering why he had ran out so suddenly. America bit his lip and tried his best to push any concerns into the back of his mind. When the meeting was over, he would have to check in on the other country.

"Come on! Why can't everyone just go along with my ideas for once! Everyone agrees with Germany all the time!" As soon as he said that last line, America wished he could take it back. Italy flinched at the sound of that name and received another furious glare from Romano.

"But- Germany's not here…" And that was what set Romano off.

"God damn it, Feliciano! Just get the hell over it already, alright?! Is it really that big of a deal that the potato bastard didn't show up for once?!" Romano stood up, towering over his twin. "If something ever happened to me, you wouldn't even give a shit and you know it!"

What seemed like hours passed by before Italy stood and looked directly into Romano's eyes.

"You don't think I would care? I'm your own brother, Lovino!" Italy raised his voice, causing the whole room to go dead silent and look at the two Italians. If there was one thing that Italy never did, it was raise his voice. "Of course I care about you! Do you honestly think I wouldn't notice if you went missing?!"

Romano wanted to look away from his brother, but he couldn't. Italy's face was stained with tears and his voice was becoming hoarse.

"If- if Germany's gone then something is wrong. And if no one else wants to see if he's okay, then I will!" With that, Italy turned and left the meeting room without even glancing back to see the then line of tears streaking down his brother's face.


Whew! This took a while. I actually re-wrote this too, which took much longer than I thought. But here it is!... Whatever it is... Not really sure how this is going to turn out though. There are going to be lots of pairings for sure; most of them are things that my friends made me add. Well, please keep reading; even though it might drag on for a while. And please review!