Disclaimer: This is all a figment of my crazy imagination. I don't own hetalia.

Chapter 1

It was just another normal day at the conference meeting between the nations. America was hosting it and being the hero that he is, gave suggestions to help solve the world's problems. No one, of course, was listening to what he was saying.

Italy was begging Germany to let him have pasta when they got back to their hotel room while Germany argued that he wanted to get some training in before heading back to the hotel. Spain was sitting right next to them trying to pull a reluctant Italian onto his lap, and said Italian was shouting obscenities at him while glaring at the "potato bastard," as Romano liked to call Germany, at the same time.

Prussia was sitting on the other side of the bickering couple, going on about how awesome he is and how no one could resist his awesomeness. Then, he sent a saucy wink to a certain Russian, who blushed furiously right after.

All the while Belarus was clinging to her brother's arm, shooting Prussia the death glare and mumbling threats under her breath. Ukraine was sitting right next to her sister, trying to make the other countries stop staring at her chest, and also trying to stop the advancements of a certain Frenchman. Besides "flirting" with Ukraine, France also paid attention to any other nations whom he thought could also use some loving (which is about every nation that wasn't currently in a relationship and within arm's length of him).

Next to France, Lichtenstein was watching Switzerland while he polished one of his guns. When France tried to make a move on her, Switzerland pointed his gun in France's face, immediately causing him to whine that he was no fun.

The Nordics were sitting right next to them; Denmark announced rather loudly that their party next weekend would be awesome, and that everyone was invited. Norway rolled his eyes at his boyfriend while Iceland just pet his puffin not really paying attention. Sweden and Finland also weren't paying attention on account of the fact that they were playing with Sealand and the Lego action figures (or dolls as Finland refers to them) that he brought with him, courtesy of his uncle Denmark.

Sitting right next to Spain was Greece, who was currently taking a nap on the table with cats surrounding him. Japan was sitting next to him reading one of his mangas, but immediately became distracted with petting the cat that was sitting on Greece's head as he slept. Turkey was on his other side trying to get Japan's attention, but failed miserably.

China was sitting between South Korea and Hong Kong, trying to keep the latter from eating the snacks he brought with him and the former from grabbing his "breasts". Paying no attention to what was going on were Austria and Hungary, chatting about the latest, fame-gaining composer of his country, and it was as though Austria could go on for hours, just talking about that one subject.

The Baltics were trying to sit as far away from Russia and Belarus as they could get, but between Austria and Hungary's boring talk and Poland chattering happily to his Lithuanian boyfriend, all three just wanted to gouge their eyes out because then it would give them something interesting to do. All the while America was still talking over all of this.

"Alright dudes, so here's my solution to solving world hunger. We start producing a huge chain of McDonald's restaurants and make sure that there's one on every corner of the globe." A couple of the nations had stopped what they were doing to look at him incredulously.

Encouraged by the fact that some of them were listening to him, he continued on, oblivious to the looks they were giving him, "But how are people going to pay for the food you ask? Well I'll tell you." America whipped out these little tokens that looked similar to the quarter, but with a star on one side and a mochi on the other. "We'll mass produce these and give a bunch of them to all of the people of the world!"

America was absolutely beaming by this time positive that everyone would go along with his plan. Then England, who was sitting near him reading a book, spoke in a bored, if not condescending voice.

"And exactly how are we going to acquire the money to make all of this?"

"Well, since they're going to be everywhere, everyone should pitch in to help build the restaurants, and we can easily have factories start producing these tokens. They're really easy to make!"

"And how, pray tell, is this supposed to help with the crisis of world hunger?"

"Come on Iggy, I know you're smarter than this. Obviously people can use these tokens to go out and eat at McDonald's. This would then solve world hunger because you don't need money to buy the food." America was grinning at England, but the Englishman didn't find this amusing whatsoever. England gritted his teeth, but he tried to maintain his calm while speaking to America.

"It's England, not Iggy, and what about nutritional value, or the fact that we're throwing away millions of dollars without having a way to earn back all that we've lost?"

"Hamburgers are nutritional, and I think we can sacrifice a couple million to save the entire world from hunger."

"First of all, hamburgers are not nutritional in any way whatsoever. And second of all, what about when people start running out of tokens? This isn't a well thought out plan. Not to mention, completely ridiculous."

"Jeez, we'll just give them more then. No biggie. And I have thought this plan out. What's up with you today? You're asking a bunch of questions."

"I'm trying to show you how idiotic your plan is, you fool!"

"Relax, dude. Quit being so uptight! This'll work, I promise."

England looked down at the table, taking deep breaths to try and fix his composure. However, America saw this as England thinking his plan over and hopefully agreeing to it.

Taking his silence as an agreement, America beamed and clapped England on the back, "Thanks man. I knew you'd agree with me once I

explained how great my plan is!"

America expected England to just nod and stay quiet after that.

A hand unexpectedly slammed down onto the table. After hearing about his absurd proposal, England could no longer stay as composed as he'd hoped to be. The venom in the tone of his voice that came with his protests also came as a surprise to him.

"Oh, would you just shut up for once, you big oaf!? No one wants to listen to any of your half-baked ideas. They are completely preposterous! I tried to make you see reason but you're obviously so blinded to it that I have no choice but to tell you straight out that your plan will never work. Now, if you have nothing else of any value to contribute to this meeting then kindly sit down and be quiet."

England fixed America with one of his stern glares meant to intimidate him, but all it did was make him pout and whine that he was being really mean. England could honestly care less if he was being mean to America. He grew so tired of the nation that he didn't feel guilty about insulting him anymore. 'America isn't little anymore, so there's no reason for me to act so nice and sweeten everything for him. He has to learn that life isn't easy the hard way, even if I'm the one that has to teach him that.' Strangely, as England thought this he felt a small pang hit his heart. Confused by this, he merely shrugged it off and continued reading his book hoping that this goddamn meeting would end soon.

Not really listening to England, America asked the other nations if they would go along with his plan. When no one responded to him his face fell and England felt a smirk come across his face. England heaved an exasperated sigh and spoke to the downtrodden nation, trying to soften his voice.

"Oh, come now America, it's obvious we aren't going to get anything done today. Why don't you just call the meeting to an end, and we'll continue this some other day?"

This time taking England's advice, America dejectedly called the meeting to an end. He decided that they would meet in two days to continue. Just when England was getting up to leave he looked over to where America was packing up his things. When he saw America looking at him England saw the look of hurt on his face and then he turned away. England wasn't one to apologize to America for anything, but he felt he had gone a tad bit too far this time and had to apologize, but only to make life more tolerable for himself.

Sighing once again England waited until the conference room was almost empty when he decided to approach America. Clearing his throat he spoke in a rather low voice.

"Ahem. America?"

When America didn't turn to look at him he continued either way, trusting that America was listening to him. "Look America, I'm terribly sorry for being so harsh with you, but someone had to tell you that your plan was utterly ridiculous. You do understand that I was trying to help keep you from making a fool of yourself, don't you?"

"Huh? Yeah, sure whatever, don't worry about it England."

Of course England knew everything wasn't quite alright by the way that America was mumbling his response and his failure to call him Iggy. It didn't bode well for him at all. Nonetheless he never got to continue this conversation on account of the fact that America had perked up his head and was looking around as if he were searching for someone.

England found this strange considering that there was no one left in the conference room except America, himself, Greece (who was still sleeping), and France.

"America? What's wrong?"

"I don't know. It feels like something's missing." Suddenly realizing what that something was, he abruptly turned to France with a questioning look on his face.

"Hey France, did you see Mattie at today's meeting?"

England had to admit that he felt a little hurt that America didn't ask him also, but he was probably still mad at him even after saying that everything was okay.

"Huh? Now that you mention it I don't believe that I saw Matthieu at all today. What about you, Angleterre?"

"Me? No, not all."

"Hmm, that's weird. He didn't tell me that he'd miss today's meeting." America's face took on a worried look as he spoke, "I hope everything's okay. He usually doesn't miss any meetings."

England put a comforting hand on his shoulder that America ignored, "I wouldn't worry too much. Something just may have come up. I'm sure he'll be fine." England tried offering a comforting smile, but felt as if it didn't reach America at all.

"If you want I can try calling him." France was reaching into his pocket to take out his cell phone but America waved him away.

"Naw, it's okay dude. I'll just try to call him when I get home. Thanks though." America offered him a small smile before gathering the rest of his things and leaving the room.

Both England and France watched him go, then France turned to England with an annoyed look.

"Now look what at you've done."

Immediately knowing why he was being scolded, England proceeded to defend himself.

"What I've done? He needs to learn that not all of his ideas are bloody brilliant."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you have to go and shoot down every idea that the boy has, mon ami."

"Oh don't you mon ami, me frog. You know just as well as I do that his plan was completely preposterous. I merely voiced out what everyone else was too afraid to say. And I don't "shoot down", as you put it, every idea that he has. Only the ones that are completely idiotic." England crossed his arms across his chest indignantly, and the Frenchman sighed, knowing there was no way that England would admit to the error he committed. Instead of trying to argue back, France threw his hands up in surrender and looked him straight in the eyes.

"You know what? Fine. You did absolutely nothing wrong. Let's just hope that Amerique sees it that way also."

And with that he left England to ponder over the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach that he couldn't quite pinpoint. A feeling that made him want to scream in frustration, cry in agony, and wish that the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

Once he finally got his numb legs to move, England left the conference room feeling rather empty and with no idea as to why he felt this way.

During all of this Greece still slept on the table but he wasn't really sleeping. He actually overheard everything that went on and was surprised as to how thick some of these nations could be about their own feelings towards each other. He found it rather entertaining.

~~~*\[0]w[0]/*~~~

Back at America's house he didn't get home until late because some of the nations had asked him to get a drink with them. He saw no harm in doing this, thinking that he would be home in an hour or so to call Canada. Slowly one hour turned to two, and then two to three, and so on and so forth, until he'd spent the rest of the day out drinking, trying to forget all of his problems.

And so when he finally got home, it was a little past one in the morning, way too late to call Canada. He immediately went straight to bed telling himself that he'd try calling him tomorrow morning. With that, America fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Well, I'm back with a new story. This one was inspired from a dream I had. A special thanks to Fluffy Asian Panda and my little sister for reading it and making corrections to it. Kudos to my little sister for coming up with the name. Really appreciate the help. Thanks guys :) Hope you enjoyed and I'll have the next chapter up hopefully soon.