hallo mein readers! Just to make this clear, this is a prologue for a story that won't leave me alone. This is my first muliti-chapter fanfiction so if I ask for my readers/reviewer's help, please give it. I hate asking for help so if I ask, I need it. k?
Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia, it wouldn't be Japanese anime. 'Cuz I'm an spreaken ein bisschen (spell check wants to make that "bitchiness") Deutsch.
"Look, it's not like I meant for it to happen!" America screamed to his boss. The President had been ranting for almost an hour at the nation and America had had enough.
The President sent him an incredulous look. "Oh, really? I thought you said you used you magic - which as you said, England doesn't know about - and it clashed with his spell." The President stated dryly while leaning on his desk. "And, " he continued to prevent any interruptions, "this never would have happened if you had not insisted upon shirking you duties!"
"But...Sir," America saw he was getting nowhere being "adult" so he decided to change his tactics, "you agreed I could as long as I went to the best school. And it's my tradition to get to know the young people..."
President Obama rubbed his forehead in attempt to sooth the headache away. With a sigh he told his nation personified that a World Meeting had been called to figure out what happened to him, since the G8 meeting that happened while he was incapacitated failed to come up with solutions. "So I advise you get over there and get them to drop it before this escalates further. Now, if you won't tell me what happened to you while you were under the spell," the way he said 'spell' insinuated that he did not believe America, "you tell them something that they'll believe and will get them to leave us alone. They have to believe we are strong and that nothing can happen to you. Do you understand?"
America looked down at his hands fidgeting in his lap. How could he not? They considered him the idiot, the too-young superpower that has the strength to go toe to toe with Russia-and win. The only reason they didn't fear or attack him was because of his foolish love for superheroes and burgers and his childish innocence. The falseness. So yes, America could fake another story that would withstand any questions that the other nations could ask. After all, he usually lives a lie to them, one that only his twin Canada and his dead other half, the Confederate States of America, knew he lived.
"Yes, Sir, don't worry, I'll just tell them I was working on some secret stuff for the government and could not be reached. If they ask about the missing college student won't give them any reason to think it was me." America sad with sureness and conviction in his voice. Funny thing about being American? The Americans can believe something so surly that even if it is wrong or completely hopeless others will believe you. oh, and the fact that the nation was kinda built on war and rebelling. All that pulls together to make bluffing his way through a World meeting a piece of cake.
That is, if Germany doesn't tell them that he found America... actually his whole story was dependant on Germany not countering it. And hoping that Prussia didn't come, because who knows if he would keep quiet. Well, looks like I have to get to the meeting early to talk to Germany and then hide out to make my standard late entrance, thought America.
While traveling to the World meeting, America fell asleep and dreamed about how this big mess all began, and how it ended. of coarse, it started with a stupid boss who wouldn't let him go to school. Now how many people actually fight to go to school? Anyway, it really began at Oktoberfest and with a drunk Britain who by all means should not have been there. Why does the world hate America?
Preview: "C'mon! I always do this every five years! ... Well in that case I'd have to go to Germany. See ya end of semester boss-man!"