"Why can't America just pay attention? He's always blabbing, that bloody idiot," England muttered under his breath as he walked back to the hotel he was staying at. There had been a world meeting that day and America was being obnoxious as always. "He's always getting off topic, or taking over the meeting. Why won't he listen? Bloody wanker, I don't understand. I raised him better…"

The nation sighed as he closed his room's door behind him. "Who would he listen too?" he thought while he took off his shoes and suit jacket. "Germany? Probably not… Japan just agrees with whatever he says…" he loosened his tie and sat on his bed. "He wouldn't listen to China. Russia… no. I'm not talking to him about this…"

Going through the possibilities in his head, he lay down on his mattress. After a few seconds, his eyes snapped open and he immediately sat up. "Oh… of course!"

The next day, Arthur arrived at the meeting, tired having not slept much the night before. He took his seat next to Germany and sighed. Hopefully help will be here soon.

"Alright! Let's get down to business!" America shouted, slamming his papers on the table. England winced. "First! Referring to yesterday's meeting; Japan, I'll help you because I'm the hero!" The blonde nation jabbed his thumb at himself and praising himself. "On the other hand, we should all-"

Suddenly, the doors swung open and a tall, bronze colored woman with jet black hair and rich brown eyes entered the room. She had on a tan dress and mocassins. Her long hair was in a braid and five feathers were strung in her hair. Her eyes were full of intensity and it didn't take long for her to lock eyes with America. "Alfred F. Jones! Sit your rear in your chair now!" She demanded, pointing at the empty seat.

"Native America?!" they all exclaimed, their eyes wide. It was long thought that she was dead, disappeared.

"Sit down now young man! It's time you learned to be humble."

"Mooooom!" America whined, his face turning a bright red with embarrassment at being lectured in front of everyone.

"MOM?!" This shocked everyone. Their jaws dropped as they stared at the mother-son interaction.

"Don't argue with me, Alfred. Just listen. You're not hosting this meeting, France is. Let him be in control."

When the nation hesitated, the woman stepped forward, took his ear between her finger and thumb and pulled him into his chair. She looked at France with a nod. "You have the floor, Francis."

"Merci mon ami! It is good to see you again, Georgianna!" the flashy nation stood and gave his dear friend a firm handshake before taking his position.

During the whole meeting, Alfred did not speak a single word. Native America sat there, listening intently and keeping an eye on her son. Her eyes darted across the whole table, seeing all the nations staring at her. She knew that they thought she had been dead. She knew that she had surprised them. A smile of pleasure was constantly playing at the corners of her mouth.

When the meeting finally ended, multiple people came up to the former nation. They shook her hands, telling her that they were glad to see her again. Some who had never seen her before expressed how honored they were to finally meet her. She just nodded, sometimes even smiled.

Germany cleared his throat and shook her hand. "It is good to see you alive, Native. I was afraid you had… disappeared."

"I'm aware. That's alright." Native America responded, nodding her head.

"So what brought you here?"

"I had received a cry for help from Alfred's father."

"And who… would that be…?" Germany asked, even though he had a pretty good idea.

"Arthur of course."

Everyone stopped and looked at Arthur who was still in his seat, looking down at the table, blushing madly. "FATHER?!"

"Wh-why are you all so surprised? I did tell you I raised him. That's not news to anyone here." Arthur stuttered.

"Ve~!" Italy exclaimed, coming up to the former empire. "But you never told us Native America was his mother! You never said you had a lover."

Arthur rolled his eyes and looked away. "Of course she was! We were married."

"MARRIED?!"

It was Native America's turn to roll her eyes. "Of course you didn't tell them we were married. I should have expected that. Anyway, yes. We were married. We had two children together; Matthew and Alfred. Speaking of which, did any of you notice Matthew sitting over there?" She pointed at the lonely nation sitting in his chair, holding his bear. He had not spoken a word the whole meeting, or as far as anyone knew, his voice was so quiet, even if he did speak, no one would have heard.

Everyone paused and awkwardly looked down and shook their heads, some rubbed the back of their necks.

Native America put her hands on her hips and pursed her lips. "That's what I thought. Looks like some things need to change at these meetings. Expect me at the next one. Maybe even the rest of them." She huffed and spun to leave the room. As she was exiting, she passed a tall and green eyed man in the hall way.

As they passed each other there was a sudden cold feeling and there was a tension in the air like no other.

"Hola muchacha. It is good to see you," the man said, no sincerity in his voice at all.

The woman stopped and turned to face him. "Don't pretend, Antonio. It only makes your hate more noticeable. We all know you're a murderer."

He raised an eyebrow and growled. "I'm not the one labeled a 'savage'."

She narrowed his eyes at him. She opened her mouth to say something but shook her head and left. It wasn't worth it.

As she was going down the stairs of the building Native America was going through her mind of the things that needed to change. She was known for being very well organized and for being very calm in the most hectic of situations. As she was thinking, she was suddenly wrapped in a hug and almost crushed.

"Thought you would leave without saying 'Ni hao'?" A familiar voice said with delight.

Native America actually smiled at this point and laughed a little. "Of course not, Yao. Forgive me. I had a lot on my mind."

He released her and smiled. "It is alright! Oh it is so good to see you again! Where have you been, Hehe?"

She shrugged and brought her braid over her shoulder and started fiddling with it casually. "I've been at my house fixing it. Also, I went to visit a few members of my family however small it is these days."

China gave her a sad smile. "And? How are they? I haven't spoken with Inuit in years."

"They're doing well. Inuit is doing just fine. He's fairing better than the others. Inca is still not as strong as he once was but I don't think he'll ever be."

He nodded. "I understand. Why didn't come and visit Asia?"

"Hmm? To be honest, I thought you were far too busy, because even thought you're an ancient, you're still a nation. You don't as much leisure time as i do..."

China just laughed and shook his head. "You're always welcome. If I am busy I will drop everything. It is no big deal."

Native America smiled at her good friend. She had known China for a long time and they got along famously. He was an ancient as was she so that was what started their friendship. "I'll remember that, Yao. Thank you." Looking at the sun she frowned slightly. "I have to go. However, do you want to get together anytime soon?"

"Anytime works for me. You name it and I'll be there, aru."

"Then how about tomorrow for supper?"

"Sounds good. Why don't you come to my place and I'll cook a big meal." Yao said with a big smile.

Native America just chuckled and patted his shoulder. "Alright. I'm up for that. I'll see you tomorrow."