Hetalia does not belong to me but the plot does!

The important Questions are these so for:

What happened to America?

What made America hide from the other nations?

What is the big secret with Alfred and George?

The last Question I want to give away is:

What's with George?

Chapter one

George W. Jones

(George W. Jones Prov.)

Bored is not a word that can describe my feelings at the moment, for I am beyond that point as I drag my feet with the school tour group of the U.N. building, in New York City. I loathe my father for making me attend a local school in Pennsylvania, but I cannot complain for I know that I must keep up with the latest culture and history of both my father's and my own. It is a pain in the ass, for we have to keep moving from state to state so the humans do not get suspicious of how we both do not age. My father always tells me that I should not tell anyone who we are, for that reason a great fear came over and has stayed buried in my inner soul.

My father did something that disconnected us from our kind and protected me. Our kind are called by many names such as Immortals, Land Gods, Demons, and many more names over the years our kind has lived. My Father and I don't know the current name but he thinks it is still the same as the country they are immortal to, or in other words they represent the countries.

My father's name is Alfred F. Jones and he is the representative of America. What happens to the country happens to him and what happens to him happens to the country. I, on the other hand, am the representative of Washington D.C. but I feel more pain for I am the heart of the American government.

We both look the same but I have a yellow tint to my eyes that most people do not notice and we are both mistaken for each other all the time. "The Event" that took place years ago caused my father and me to sense intense emotion from each other. When I was formed I also got America's memories.

When I go to my school I wear my school uniform which is a navy blue blazer with a raven insignia on it, any color button down shirt underneath, and any tie. The pants are always black dress pants and our shoes are any dress shoes. I always wore a plain white shirt and a silver tie and any shoes I have suitable for school and that is what I am currently wearing as I continue with this awful tour.

As my group reaches a set of wide stairs, a man in a dark blue suit and a black tie walks down with his eyes a blood red and his hair a snow white. His expression is stern and serous as he passes us. It took self-control not to laugh for on his head hidden in-between the white locks lay a beautiful yellow small bird. I feel a tug on my mind for I feel like I should know this person but it is like I hit a brick wall when I try to remember.

As I follow my tour group I saw Abbie, a friend of mine, trip on the steps and I was just about to rescue her but the man caught her in his arms before she fell. I am amazed at how he swept Abbie in his arm, for it was so fast that I could not see him move at all.

My class and I watch as a blush blossomed on her cheeks with her big, shocked, brown eyes looking up. The class froze for a few seconds and that all it took me to quickly walk up to them and clear my throat as I use my innocent soft voice, "Sir, thank you for saving my friend Abbie."

"No problem. The aw….." He starts to respond to me but he stops speaking as he looks at me with piercing confusion in his red eyes. As quickly as the emotion came it disappears as a smirk appears on his lips and he says, "Birdie, why are you in this part of the building?"

Confused, I just stare back at him as alarm bells goes off in my head. I look in his eyes but I avert away for in the depths of the crimson orbs I see ancient power and love. Fear appears in my head for my father has told me that the ancient power in the eyes is a sign of a nation.

"You told me yesterday that your flight was delayed and you may be late for the meeting." he said so softly to me that nobody but he and I can hear. He then grips me by my blazer and starts to drag me away and loudly said to my group, "Sorry I have to take my little friend away it's an emergency."

As I look back all I get is shocked expressions from the students and the guide as the strange man drags me away and the only things I can think about as I was being kidnapped is: 'Thank God my teacher wasn't here for she would of beat the man to the point of death; she is over protective of her students, I am thankful for that blessing. I also have to send a link message to father for him to know what happened and to tell our special friend to come and rescue me,' and the last thing I can think about is 'WHY IN HEAVEN'S NAME IS THIS GUY KIDNAPPING ME?'

So Guys, I want to know what you think!

I have more written down but I want to give you a taste of the story for I want to know if you want me to continue?

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Also tell me what kind of personality you get out of George so far.. and Prussia too..