Hello readers! This is Canadian Birdie. This is a little fanfiction that my friend, who is soon going to be introduced in later Author Notes, and I came up with based on fanart we found. Please note that, while they are still countries, this is an AU. The countries rarely interact with each other, and therefore most do not know each other. Anyway, we hope you enjoy this!

Disclaimer: We do not own any Hetalia characters or actual people mentioned in this story. Also, cover image belongs to the artist. Thanks for the inspiration! We only hold ownership for the story line and any original characters

Arthur Kirkland

Arthur Kirkland was having a bad day. First thing in the morning, his alarm clock went off late, he burnt his scones, and the Queen of England had just received a death threat. So, yeah. You could say Arthur was having a bad day. He had blonde hair, green eyes, and the largest eyebrows you have ever seen. Also, Arthur Kirkland was the personification of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. But he tried to avoid people knowing that. The fact that he was a nation made for some pretty awkward situations.

Arthur was rushing to work after a very hurried morning when he received a call from M16. After informing him what had happened, they insisted he be part of the investigation. She was the Queen after all. Arthur sighed heavily. He knew he had sworn his allegiance to the Queen and all, but sometimes this stuff got annoying. To top it all off, they had to send him undercover to the United States because the President had received a threat as well. M16 and the Secret Service were working together to find the culprit. Arthur didn't know the personification of the United States. The nations mostly kept to themselves and their people. This trip was going to be interesting. Arthur threw his clothes together, and M-16 put together a file to pass him off as a normal human being.

Arthur managed to get past security at the airport quite easily, seeing he was part of M-16. However, having a super-important job didn't help the waiting. So far, Arthur managed to get scalding hot coffee spilt all over him, get stuck behind a group with an astonishing amount of loud, obnoxious children, and have another man fall asleep next to him, snoring quite loudly on his shoulder. And that was before he even got on the plane. Finally, the british man was able to board the metal bird. With all the complaining and shoving, it was a miracle when Arthur managed to find his seat and practically sink into it, mentally exhausted. Sneaking into enemy territory, defusing a bomb, he could do any of that with ease. And yet somehow, he couldn't stand noisy boisterous crowds of tourists. Arthur thought his day couldn't get any worse when a loud, annoying as hell Italian plopped down next him. Bollocks, he thought to himself as the Italian man chattered about the wonders of England, as if the Briton didn't already know about all of it. He remained civil, and made conversation with the overly cheerful Italian. Arthur may have been irritated, but he wasn't rude; after all, he was raised to be a gentleman.

Eventually, the Fates took pity on him, and allowed Arthur to escape the wretched plane. Trudging along with his suitcase in tow, the Englishman attempted to navigate the American airport he was so graciously dumped off at. How do people actually live here? he thought as he passed fast food place after fast food place. After a lot of bumping, many apologizing, and constant stumbling, Arthur found a nice lady who worked at the airport, and was able to help him find the correct exit. There, a woman holding a sign with his name on it walked up to him. "Mr. Kirkland, right?" she spoke with a slight accent, somewhere between Southern and Boston. He nodded. "All righty then, let's get going." Arthur followed the lady to a gray, nondescript car. For being American, whoever picked out this car did a pretty good job of keeping it generic. Once they were both in the car, she started talking again, but he didn't mind. Her normal volume conversational tone was a relief from what he had to endure from that bloody italian. "So, must be pretty urgent, huh?" The driver, whose name he didn't actually know, glanced at him briefly before returning her eyes to the road and traffic in front of her. "Yes, I actually got the call just this morning." The American next to him chuckled and shook her head. "Sounds all top-secret and stuff. They didn't even tell me what you do, just your name, where to pick you up, and where to drop you off. It's not like I need to know or anything, I just get curious and all." She continued talking, but Arthur zoned out, his mind wondering. He didn't do it to be mean, he just knew from previous experiences that the driver would continue talking, whether he listened or not.

"Well, here we are!" His companion's cheerful voice pulled Arthur out of his thoughts. "Yes, thank you." Before him was a tall office building, silver, with countless windows and floors. Just like every other American building, Arthur thought as he climbed out of the car. After retrieving his luggage from the trunk, he leaned back into the car. "Sorry, I never caught your name." she laughed. Wow, not many people bother asking my name. It's Lily Woods." The Englishman nodded. "Thanks again, Lily." The lady smiled. "No problem, Mr. Kirkland. Good luck with whatever you're working on." Arthur turned as Lily drove back into traffic. He knew a threat to the Queen was a serious matter, but he still dreaded whatever was to come barreling his way next. His thoughts were almost perfectly correct as he walked into the office building. A tall, obviously American, man practically ran towards him, a huge grin on his face. "Hey, dude! Welcome to America. You must be Arthur. The name's Alfred, Alfred F. Jones." All Arthur could say was, "Bloody Hell."

Hello again! I hope you liked the first chapter! Just to let you know, the point of view the story is from will change each chapter. I will update weekly to bi-weekly, depending on the amount of time I have, and my level of motivation. Please rate and review! Constructive critisism is encouraged, but if you don't like it, don't read it. Also, this is my/our first fanfic, so let us know how it is! If you have any requests/suggestions, just let us know. Thanks again!

- Canadian Birdie