"No."
America crossed his arms and glared at his current president, President John Doe. John gave his stubborn country a pleading look.
"Please, America, we need you to do this," The Doe begged again. Never once during his campaign had he ever thought that he would to be a caretaker of an immortal teenager. No wonder the former president had been laughing his head off at the last meeting.
"No, that is my final answer," The Land of the Free and the Home of the Stubborn glared at him.
"I'll get them out as soon as possible," The president pleaded.
"No."
President John Doe and turned away from his uncooperative country, "I really didn't want to use force, but you left me no choice. I am making you agree to the proposition."
The great superpower of the world raised an eyebrow at him, "You and what army?"
Taking a deep breath the president of the United States of America drew himself up to his full height of 5'10.3'' and spoke with all the authority he could muster, "I'll take this to Congress."
The effect was instantaneous, America's jaw dropped and his eyes bulged in disbelief, "No! No! You can't do this! This- this is- unconstitutional!"
"In what way?"
"Being a traitor to your country!"
"America, if I must, I can and will take this to Congress," John looked directly into the sky blue eyes of his nation.
"No! You know how much I hate politics!" America groaned, throwing up his hands.
"Remind me why the Democratic Republic United States of America hates politics," Doe deadpanned.
Once more throwing up his arms America said, "You know what it all is? A big popularity contest! Like the media- do NOT get me started on the media!"
Doe stopped him; they had had this conversation about a million times already, "Okay, fine. But the thing is that you ARE a democratic republic and if you keep making this harder than it has to be than I WILL take you to Congress."
His beloved country glared at him before looking away and muttering something that sounded along the lines of, "...should've known Rome was right with the Empire idea…"
"Well?" His president prompted, ignoring his country's seething.
Glaring at him once more the teenage superpower said stiffly, "Fine I agree to host the other nations for an unknown amount of time."
"Thank you, America, I'll try to find another way to help out, I promise," Doe tried to please his angry nation.
Sky blue eyes turned into midnight blue orbs of darkness as they reminded the president of how psychotic his seemingly innocent nation really was.
"I'll hold you to it."
With that the country swept out of the Oval Office, presumably preparing to host the nations coming or sulk about it, probably both.
President John Doe fell back into his chair, exhausted. He knew that America wouldn't take hosting some other nations, even for saving the economy, very well. He just hoped that he could find an alternative way for the economy in time to get them out alive.
After all, anyone who ever got lost in that house never came back in one piece.
I do not own Hetalia.
This is Lapis Lazuli Ichigo's challenge 'America's House.' My thanks of letting me use the awesome idea if you're reading this.
I'm trying to figure out who to bring into this story, we have the G8 for certain, Lithuania, China... Prussia? Advice would be nice.
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