So; I'm only going to place this disclaimer up because it's tedious to do it every chapter. And I hate tedious things.

I do not own Hetalia.

Okay; a note for this story. I will be changing the bosses of the countries so I don't bash the actual leaders. So there will be no real people in the story.

I hope you enjoy reading it!

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He groggily opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. Red, white, and blue covered his room. Just how he liked it. Normally he would've jumped out of bed and gotten something delicious for breakfast- but today he didn't feel normal. America lethargically stretched out and took in a deep breath. He found that his vision was blurry and started to feel lightheaded. His hand found its way to his nightstand and he grabbed Texas. As he put on his glasses he managed to sit up. His muscles ached in protest- but America ignored it.

Something didn't feel right.

He looked over at his clock. It read 6:30 am. Why did he wake up so early? He normally got up around 8:00... The meeting didn't start until 9:00, and he was the host country. Cursing to himself for waking up so early, he managed to get out of his bed. As soon as he left the warmth of his blankets, cold hit him.

"What the hell? Why is it so cold?" He asked no one in particular.

He quickly got to his dresser and threw on some comfortable, but somewhat formal clothes. He entered his bathroom and freshened up. He looked in his mirror. He did not look very good at all. His face was visibly pale, and his eyes had bags under them.

"Ugh, I look like shit." He announced

He obviously was not in tip top form, probably coming down with something. But he couldn't let everyone else know that. It would cause unnecessary worry. America couldn't cause worry, he was the hero after all. He could handle it by himself.

After thinking about how to hide it from everyone, he proceeded to his kitchen. He turned on his coffee maker and sat down at his table, reading the paper.

Despite his appearance: recently America had been feeling a bit down. Nothing too noticeable, unless you were trying to find something. He got tired easier, didn't eat as much, wasn't as loud... Even America himself didn't usually notice it. But today, he did. His coffee machine beeped signifying that his caffeinated drink was ready. He got up and poured himself some.

'This should make the bags disappear.' He thought

He sat back down and flipped through the paper again. He read something that he did not like:

Parties Conflict: Tension is rising is the United States

Recently the main political parties of the United States have been arguing more then ever. Political figures attacking each other, arguments on the street, corruption in the courthouses, the worse cases being riots.

America didn't need to read anymore. His boss had already informed him of what was going on. Being a country- he could feel what happened to his land. His political groups had always butted heads, so he doubted that was what made him feel under the weather. America put his coffee mug down and checked the time. 8:30 am. How did the time pass by so fast? Did it really take him that long just to get ready? He shook his head.

"Nah; stop being silly." He convinced himself.

America grabbed his work bag and left the house; making sure to lock the door behind him. It was cold outside. Bitter air nipped at his nose, he wanted to get in his car as soon as possible. Unlocking his car, he slid into the drivers seat and drove off. Deciding that the morning needed to get a bit more lively, he turned on the radio. The speakers blew music very loudly from the last time he had driven. He quickly turned it off. His head ringing from the sudden noise.

That was strange, wasn't that the normal volume he listened at?

The car ride was silent until his phone rang. Picking it up with his left hand he continued down the frost dusted road.

"Hello?" He asked in a chipped voice

"Hello Alfred, may I ask where you are?"

It was England.

"Oh Iggy!" America answered, "I'm on the way to the meeting!"

America smirked when he heard England muttered something about his nickname.

"Well, you're late." He finally replied

"Late?"

America looked down at the clock. 9:15 am. How? He got in the car at 8:30, how had it taken that long?

"Alfred?"

"Oh, sorry! What were you saying?"

"Just hurry up and get here. You are the host country."

"Yeah, okay."

He hung up the phone. How did time seem to pass so quickly? It was strange, everything seemed a bit off. America ignored it for the time being and drove a bit faster. By the time he reached the meeting place it was almost 9:30. Half an hour late. America got out of his car and rushed into the building, trying to get away from the cold. The major countries were already in the meeting, but some of them hung out in the lobby.

"America? Why are you here, late?" Hungary asked

"Traffic?" He answered, trying to keep his voice loud like it normally was.

"There was none."

"You got me. Just running late."

"You better get your ass in zhere." Prussia interrupted

"Yeah, yeah."

America didn't have time to deal with Prussia and his 'awesome' ego. He waved goodbye to Hungary and made his way towards the meeting room, taking one of the slightly shorter hallways. His head hurt from talking so loud, it felt like he was yelling in his own ear. He stopped only a second when he arrived at the meeting room door. He pinched the bridge of his nose before putting on a believable smile and swung it open.

"The HERO has arrived!" He announced

Everyone stopped. The 7 members of the G8 turned to face him. America marched up to the front where Germany currently was.

"Vhy are you late Jones?" Germany asked

"Calm down Ludwig, there was just some obstacles on the way here." He answered, "Nothing I couldn't handle."

"Vhatever."

Germany returned to his seat and America stood at the front. He pulled out a few papers and skimmed through them.

"So what do we want to address today?" He asked, "I suggest hunger problems in poor areas of the world."

"Hunger problems?" Italy asked

"Yeah."

"What are those?"

Germany sighed and England took over.

"It's when people don't get enough food." He explained

"No pasta?"

"No pasta."

"That's awful."

France gave a small laugh.

"What is it frog?" England sneered

"I would rather be 'ungry then eat your food."

"Why you!"

And the meeting was in chaos. England and France were arguing, Japan was trying to calm them down. Italy was complaining to Germany, Russia watching with a smile. For once, America wasn't involved. All the noise was giving him a headache, and hadn't he been standing for too long? He felt kind of dizzy. He drifted towards a seat and sat down slowly.

"Are you okay?" A voice suddenly asked

America turned quickly and met the violet eyes of his brother. Canada held his bear and wore a look of concern.

"Of course!" He responded with as much energy as possible.

"Are you sure, you look very pale."

"I don't know what you're talkin' about Mattie."

"Alfred, I can tell something's wrong. Is it because of what was on the news?"

That grabbed America's attention. Should he tell Canada that he was feeling down? Canada had always been there for support before, and right now their countries were on good terms. But America didn't want to drag anyone into it unless it was absolutely necessary. If he did, it wouldn't be very heroic.

"No, everything is fine. I think I'll just go and get some fresh air."

America stood up and made his way towards the door, his feet seeming to weigh more with each step. He thought he was going to make it when a wave of uneasiness suddenly washed over him. He clung to the wall like a lifeline as energy was drained from his legs. His stomach did somersaults and his vision went blurry.

'No, not here.' He thought

"Alfred!" He heard his brothers voice call out to him.

No one else seemed to notice as Canada rushed to America's side and helped him stand.

"I knew something was wrong." He said, "Are you sick?"

"I-I don't know." he replied

"You look like you're going to hurl."

"I didn't eat though."

Canada paused for a second, "You didn't eat?"

"Hey what's going on?" England interjected, "You're not trying to skip the meeting are you Alfred?"

All attention was directed towards him. Canada suddenly felt his weight shift and he struggled to keep the now dead weight off of the ground.

America had passed out.

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That's the end of the first chapter. I know it was a bit rushed, but I needed to get straight into it.

I hope you liked it. And constructive criticism is always needed!