Disclaimer: I honestly wish I could own Hetalia, but I don't!

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This is a play off of an old idea I had, of which honestly wasn't working out all that well. X3 So here's my second shot! Quick summary: A nation

goes missing, someone who's more important than everyone originally thinks. As the other nations go on the hunt for their missing comrade,

they discover things about him that no one has ever known before...some things that might even change their views on him.

{Update: Because someone thought that something didn't make much sense...and now that I look back at it, I agree XD)

It was a quiet day...almost too quiet. Britain looked over his papers one last time so he could prepare for his speech today on the effects of pollution on the

atmosphere, though he doubted anyone would listen. Especially not America. The git was late, as usual. Germany finally called the meeting to order and a flicker of

worry passed through Britain as he eyed America's empty seat.

"Are you listening to me, Britain?" Germany called out with a touch of irritation. Britain looked over and fixed Germany with a blank stare.

"Excuse me?" He replied in the hopes that Germany would repeat his words.

"I said, are you ready to present?" Germany grumbled and motioned for Britain to stand up and start.

"I...well...America isn't here yet." Britain retaliated and shot a glance over at the empty seat. If anything, America would be at the most of ten minutes late. This

was unlike him.

"It doesn't matter. The dummkopf is always late." Germany dismissed it with a wave of his hand.

"Yes, but-" Britain's phone went off and he recognized the caller ID; it was America. He picked it up, much to Germany's annoyance, and answered it. "Finally! You git, we've been-"

"Britain? It's you? Oh my god I can't believe I'm calling you, but since America's phone has you in the 'in case of emergencies' list, I kind of figured I had no other

choice." The voice on the other end, which was quite obviously female (and unless America turned into a woman...), sounded quite frantic.

"Um, who is this?" Britain asked out of pure curiosity.

"Idiot...it's Massachusetts! Shouldn't you know my voice by now?" The angry state shouted and Britain had to move the phone about a foot away from his ear.

"Massachusetts? What in the blazes are you on America's phone for?" Britain got a few curious looks when he mentioned Massachusetts; someone he still didn't really get along with after the Revolution. The only one out of America's states, his second colony, and a right troublemaker in Britain's opinion...and as far as he knew, America agreed with him on that point.

"Well it's not as though this was my first choice and obviously you're not my favorite person in the world-"

"Likewise, but enough of that and cut to the chase. Why are you using America's phone?" Britain's voiced started to raise a bit and a nervous glint flashed through his eyes. He

wasn't exactly ready for Massachusetts' response.

"I don't know! I seriously don't know! He was over at my place for a few hours, and then he just disappeared! He left his phone and his laptop! He never goes anywhere

without them!" Massachusetts sobbed into Britain's ear, sounding for the second time in her life a pathetic mess.

"He's what?!" Britain sat down hard and nearly dropped his phone. With a cry, Massachusetts hung up; leaving Britain to wonder why she was so worked up in the first place.

"Angleterre, what's the matter?" France got to his feet and walked over to put a comforting hand on Britain's shoulder, who for once didn't shrug it off.

"It's America, he's missing."

"Think of it as a game. Don't you like games?"

"It's stupid and hurtful, and you know that!" America growled. The firelight flickered, giving off a dark and eerie glow. "I only agreed to this because I wanted to see you again. I wanted to know how you were dealing with life."

"I missed you, to be honest."

"I...I know dude. It's just, the last time we got close things went into complete chaos." America sighed and his companion shuddered.

"Maybe I should go back now, I kind of have a meeting to go to today." With that, America clambered to his feet and made to walk over to the door, and then the fireplace went out.

"Gah! Hold me!" America's companion darted around the room, knocking things over in the process in an effort to get to America. "No more dark! No more dark!"

"Dude, relax!" America's hand flashed into his pocket and brought out his phone. Flicking on the flashlight app, he located his friend...who had crashed into a table and flipped over onto her head. "Brilliant headstand, dude."

"Shut up and help me." The other person grumbled and wiggled back and forth.

"Don't you dare touch her!" A new voice shouted angrily. America moved his phone around the room but didn't see anything.

"Wh-who's there?" America called out as bravely as he could manage. When it came to ghosts (and ghost-like things), he was a complete wuss...but he couldn't let anyone else know that. He needed to keep up his awesome hero image. "I-I'm warning you, I have a machine gun app on my phone and I'm not afraid to use it!"

"Oh yeah, that's totally gonna help the situation." America's friend commented dryly and sarcastically. "Now help me up!"

"If you touch her, I'll have to kill you." The new voice threatened and America shuddered as he felt a hand glamp down on his shoulder. Definitely solid, more than likely human, so there was nothing for America to be frightened about. So then why were his legs still shaking? It was a familiar feeling of dread, a feeling of the past that America had never recovered from.

"Confederacy?"

Dun Dun Dun~! Heheheh...well, I hope you enjoyed that! Maybe come back for more? Review? Let me know how I'm doing and if there's anything I can do

to improve your reading experience. Maybe you have some ideas? PM me ^.^ or leave a comment. This is going to have a very twisted plot...so bear with

me XD Have a great day!