Ok, so this is my first Hetalia fan fiction, ever, so please don't be too mean…I hope you all enjoy this and decide to review it after, for better or for worse. On another note, I've made it so that if something happens to the land of their respective countries it effects them too, in various ways dependant on the seriousness of it. I don't know if this is in the actual thing, but that's what I'm doing. Kay?

Summery – America learns that he really needs to start taking these meetings more seriously…only problem is he learns it the hard way, and at England's expense.

Disclaimer – I don't own Hetalia. Unfortunately -_- (Beta Note-She does however own the world; just no one has thought to let the world know yet)

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It had been a normal meeting before it had happened.

France, England and America were fighting, Italy was muttering something about needing pasta, Lithuania and Latvia were pointedly avoiding Russia's gaze and Germany was watching it all take place with something akin to both exasperation and irritation on his face.

"ENOUGH!" he finally shouted, gaining the attention of the rest of the selected nations present at this particular meeting. "We're supposed to be thinking of ways to fight global warming not picking fights with each other!" he continued, eyeing the trio of once bickering countries pointedly. Only England had the decency to look ashamed, the other two either ginning or looking vaguely put out.

"Apologies Germany," the Brit said, "you're right. We should be focusing on the state of the world not our petty problems."

Germany nodded approvingly before sitting back down, Italy looking at him with a small smile, glad his friend had calmed.

"So where were we?" America asked, his grin still in place as he gazed around the room.

"I believe you were talking about a team of superhero's mending the gap in the ozone layer, Môn ami," France replied, his head resting on a fisted hand as he looked over the table at the American. The blonde's grin widened.

England sighed slightly. This is how they had started fighting in the first place. He had, of course, commented on the stupidity of what America had said which had lead France to start muttering some sort of nonsense he only caught the second half of. The snigger that had come from the Frenchman's lips had been enough to irritate however and, somehow, it had led to the three arguing over nothing in particular.

Really though, this was a serious matter. Why couldn't the American just take it seriously for once? As America started jabbering on, however, a strange feeling came over the Brit. He wasn't sure exactly what it was, but if he had to give it a name, then he would call it a foreboding…the same kind of feeling he would get before a major battle or if some disaster (usually no worse than the odd flood) happened in his country.

He didn't think much of it though, only allowing a small frown to grace his face. His mind gone from the meeting, he soon found himself in the centre of attention. Typical.

"England? Are you paying attention?" America asked, eyebrows furrowed as he took in the blonde, noticing the troubled green eyes. Those eyes flicked up to him in surprise, before annoyance flickered through them.

"No, I wasn't you git. Why should I listen to your idiotic dribble a second time?"

America's eyebrows furrowed further. "You alright Arthur? You seem a bit stressed."

England glared slightly before his gaze softened and he sighed. "I just had a foreboding is all…I'm sure its fine."

America didn't look entirely convinced, but continued anyways, going back to talking about genetically mutating four human's to give them powers to fix the ozone. England couldn't concentrate on what he was saying; the nauseous feeling in his stomach was growing stronger the more time went past, and the stronger it got the more he began to worry.

Alfred was just getting fully into hero mode when it happened, a loud crack rattled through the building followed by the whole place lurching harshly. The group became still, waiting with bated breath to see if anything followed. When nothing did, America began to chuckle nervously, getting to his feet from where he had fallen on the floor and looking out of the window. Everything seemed fine.

"I don't know what that was but it didn't seem to do anything…" the American reported, eyed searching the other nations before stopped at a certain Englishman who looked like he wanted to throw up. "Arthur?"

The green eyes looked up to meet his again, but this time they held fear; a fear that caused a chill to run through the American.

"Are you aright?" he asked, ignoring the several sets of eyes that were pinned on the pair of them as the groups mutterings died down. England's mouth opened and closed like a fish for a moment as he struggled to find words, before his eyes opened wide and he let our a gasp. His face screwed up in shock and pain, he let out a strangled cry of agony before collapsing in a heap over the table in front of him.

Time seemed to slow down for America as he saw his friend fall. The pain in the other man's eyes almost ripped his heart in two as he watched, only pausing a moment in shock and horror before joining France at the Englishman's side.

England's eyes were still open, but they were unseeing. A small trickle of blood had made its way from the blonde's lips and was falling down his chin. America would have thought him dead if he wasn't twitching and gasping like a fish out of water.

"What's the matter with him?" America asked in horror as France gave England a check over, a serious expression on his face.

"I don't know," was the nation's short reply, causing irritation to flood through America as he turned to glare at the man. He was opening his mouth to say something when Canada spoke up, gaining everyone's eyes on him for the first time in his life.

"I think it might have had something to do with that crack…my side's gone numb."

America blinked, his focus no longer on the Brit but on his brother who was blushing slightly under the attention he had suddenly gained.

"Now that you mention it, so has mine," Russia muttered, turning half the attention to him also.

"What do you mean?" Germany asked slowly, eyes switching from one to the other as he scrutinised the pair in turn. Canada spluttered slightly before coughing and trying again.

"Well, it sort of feels like something might have happened to the boarders…like a wave crashed into it or something." He replied, a small, thoughtful frown coming to his features as he delved deeper into the problem. Being a nation, and being the land itself, he was (like all of the others) able to detect, feel and examine a natural disaster or war that came to his country.

"Well?" America snapped impatiently, the unusual feeling getting the better of him.

"The ice caps," was Russia's reply, and everyone turned to look at the smiling country. He was watching the group with a strange look in his eyes, and a foreboding smile on his face. "Part of the ice caps have broken off, falling into the sea and creating a wave that has swept across the top half of the globe,"

There was silence, broken only by a short cry of pain from England which effectively snapped them all out of their thoughts. America shot Russia a glance, his eyes narrowing slightly at the too happy look on his face. He then turned back to Canada, preferring to talk to him than the silver haired nation.

"So how come he's the only one affected?" he growled, pointing a shaking hand at the Brit still slouched over the conference table. Canada recoiled slightly at his brother's harsh tone before shaking his head, nervous and unsure.

"I don't know!"

"Calm down America. There is a simple explanation." France cut in, drawing the attention to where he was patting a wet cloth on England's sweaty forehead. America forced himself to take a deep breath before asking further. France lifted his eyes to meet the young nation's with something akin to guilt burning in them. "The wave wasn't big enough to reach you after it had hit both Greenland and Canada. The other countries on the borderline that would have felt this impact the most were not here, and Germany and I were shielded too…by England."

Understanding shone in America's eyes, and he gasped.

"He protected you…"

France chuckled dryly. "Not by choice. The wave would have had to travel a fair distance to get to Britain in the first place, and will have lost some of its momentum. I fear that is probably the only reason he is still alive,"

Silence again.

"Poor England…" Italy murmured, followed by muttered agreements. America found he couldn't care less anymore. His friend and mentor, the one who had raised him, was slouched like that, in pain and not even unconscious. How much the Englishman was getting from this conversation, he didn't know…but the thought didn't really help America.

There was nothing he could do for the nation, once great but now probably covered in water. America gulped at the prospect. He was regretting now his lax attitude when it came to global warming. He had never believed it a real problem, not for him, and had always wondered why England had taken it so seriously…well now he knew, and didn't he feel like a stupid, selfish git.

Looking at England, gulping at painful gasps of air with dulled eyes and blooded lips, America felt tears come to his eyes. Unable to cope he fell to his knees, burying his head into his hands as he began to sob.

Why was it you only appreciated something when you were in danger of losing it? Why was it the people and things that are special to you only show you their worth when you are in risk of loosing them? America didn't know, but in that moment, he didn't care.

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Dear readers,

I hope you like this. I don't think it turned out too badly for my first go…I just wanted a story that was a bit more serious and angsty…so I made one. I'm not sure whether I want to continue this, and I'm also not sure that if I do I want to make it England/America romance…I mean I love them but I don't know if I should add it to this or not (if I decide to continue of course). So please review and tell me what you think I should do. Cheers ^_^

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-_- not sure I can deal with angsty writing, kinda feels like it might ruin the mood if I put my normal micky take remark here

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