A/N: Ahhhhh here I am…. Getting distracted from my other fanfics… don't worry I will still update to Winter Song because I absolutely love where that is going, but I am not sure about Taken Hostage…. BUT SUMMER IS HERE SO I MIGHT WORK ON IT OUT OF BOREDOM I PROMISE.

But hey. This is another USUK fic that treats the characters much better (I am so sorry, Taken Hostage fans…) It is pretty funny, thought there will be some sad "feely" scenes throughout this. I am just going to make this an overall fun fanfic.

Theme Song for this Fanfic: Why Should I Worry by Billy Joel J

America Freedom Jones

England smirked, as he watched the surprised faces appear on the group in front of him. He was at a world meeting, way before it started, of course. He had told everyone except America to come at least ten minutes early to the meeting, so he could tell them something important.

He had just finished telling everyone about how he was going to perform a spell on America in the middle of his presentation that will force him to be mute for the rest of the day.

"This is not out of spite," he assured everyone, "It is just to get back at him for his stupidity, and for us to also have a peaceful day without hearing his obnoxious voice and ideas."

At first, everyone stayed silent, some with mouths slightly open at the prank idea. Everyone was thinking that it would be nice to have a day without America being obnoxious about how he was "the number one country" or "the hero". And a day without listening to all of his idiotic ideas? Let's just say everyone approved of the plan, and were starting to laugh about how they though America's reaction was going to be.

Everyone started to hush, and walk to their seats when the said, loud American walked through the world meeting entrance, yelling, "Never fear for the hero is here!" Everyone rolled their eyes at the loud entrance, but smiled, remembering what the rest of the day would bring.

America smiled and shrugged at how everyone ignored him, and walked to his seat in between England and Canada.

"Hey Iggy!" he shouted to England, as he sat down, causing the Brit to roll his eyes out of utter annoyance.

"How many times have I told you to stop calling me that? Iggy is not my name. England is, and that is what I want to be called." England replied, still not facing America.

"What about Arthur? That is your name too, right? Can I call you Artie?"

"That is my name only when I need to pretend to be human. And you can never call me that nor Artie nor Iggy. You got that?"

"Sure thing, Iggy!" America beamed, spinning around in his chair, as he laughed.

England sat there, practically fuming. He was forcing himself not to put a worse curse on America right there. He practiced the 'correct' spell in his mind, as the meeting started. At least America was quiet now, causing him to calm down, but the very presence of the obnoxious American was driving him crazy.

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The meeting was almost half way to the ten minute break when America was called up. Everyone was whispering about the plan to one another, as America stepped up to the podium. England said the spell under his breath one last time, and got his magic ready in his hands.

A green light about the size of a golf ball glowed brighter as the source of power grew within it. America set his papers on the podium, getting ready for his speech. He took one last look around the room, and thought, 'Maybe today, they will realize just how great of a nation I actually am. Then maybe someday they will come to like me.'

He smiled at the thought of the future, and looked down at his paper. He sighed, 'Just be loud and your emotions won't show,' he thought. He smiled, and started to talk about how his economy was doing somewhat better, but could be improved if other nations gave him money. He preached the whole 'I will pay you guys back' speech, and started to move on to another subject.

He didn't want to say any of this stuff. All of the ideas were from his bosses. He did believe in super heroes and stuff like that, but he never wanted to have to borrow money from other nations. He wanted to get stronger on his own, but his government wouldn't let him. They said that he wasn't strong enough.

America kicked that thought out of his head as soon as it came in. He was strong enough. No one just gave him a chance to show it yet. He started to move on to the section in his papers about the next election coming up.

Everyone started to drown out America's speech as they looked over to England, wondering when he was going to strike. England looked to them all, and smirked. Now was a good as a time as any, he guessed.

He looked down at the power glowing in his hands, and looked up at the oblivious American whom was giving a speech on his candidates for next election.

"Take this!" he said, as he shot the spell light at the completely oblivious American.

When the spell light shot America, he immediately felt the pain that followed. At first the pain felt like a bunch of needles stabbing into his heart, then it spread throughout his whole entire body, causing him to screech out in pain.

All the countries started to laugh, as they thought these were just the effects of the spell leading up to the silence, but England knew different. This was not how the spell was supposed to work, and something terrible had gone wrong with the spell.

America dropped to his knees, as he tried to find the source of his pain. It was jumping all around his body until it settled everywhere. His whole body felt like it was on fire. England rushed to America's side, causing everyone to silence out of confusion of why England was so worried all of the sudden.

America looked up the England, shaking, as he said, "Wh-Why? I-It hurts s-so m-much…" Tears started to form under America's eyes, as he leaned forward, using one arm to balance himself, and one to clutch his chest, which hurt the most.

England stared at the American for a brief moment. It took a lot to make America cry, and admit how he felt. Just how much pain was he going through?

America toppled over more, and started to throw up a little blood. England wrapped his arms around the American, and looked up to everyone that was still staring in silence.

"Don't just stand there, go get help!" he yelled, causing a mass of people to run out of the room, calling for a doctor or any kind of help.

After that was taken care of, England stared back to America, whose breathing had quickened much faster, and was spitting out more blood. England took America's head, and said, "Listen to me, America. I don't know what happened. It was a simple joke, and something went wrong with my spell, I promise. You are going to be fine, ok?"

England half expected America to say something almost comical back like usual, but at the moment, he was praying just to hear America's voice and know he was fine. America instead looked back at England, and smiled. It wasn't one of his big, shiny smiles that he usually wore. It was a small grin, where his lips didn't even part. It was almost a smile that said that he was accepting his defeat.

A trail of blood fell from his mouth down to his chin, and dripped to the floor. England watched in horror as America closed his eyes, and fell to the floor. For a second, the Brit didn't move. He was completely in shock at seeing such a great world power go out so fast. And it was all because of him.

Shaking, he laid two of his fingers on America's neck to see if there was a pulse.

A/N: I think I am just going to stop it riiiiiiiggggghhhtttt there. But for the lucky ducks out there that are reading this when I already posted the next chapter, don't let me stand in the way of you finding out what happens. Go click the next chapter, because the next stuff I am about to say is un important to you. Now leave.

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This is probably the most angstiest chapter out of them all. I am also writing this at 2:30 a.m. LOLZ. Next chapter comes out tomorrow! Just review!