Okay folks, this is my first story and it's just a great bug ball of fluff. It's fluffier then my rabbit (cause it's totally not a bunny…) either way first story critique welcome as are flames. I'm not a pansy tell me what you think. It's all a matter of if I care or not.

Disclaimer: Poor, about to be, already in debt college student, don't sue you won't see money until I'm dead. _

America was an enigma. Most of the Nations had given up on ever figuring him out but a few persistent Nations still gave a worthy effort. They had yet to come up with anything plausible to explain his actions. Many had just come to accept that they would be burdened with the idiot superpower and just let him be. America, however, seemed to try to one up his own random acts with another seemingly stupid act. The other Nations could do nothing but stand by and let it happen no matter what the outcome.

So understandably on the last day of the conference Germany, the host, was concerned to walk into the meeting room that America was the first one there. He felt his eye twitch not only in annoyance at being beaten but also at the fact that America had completely forgone the dress code. The boy sat in one of the rolling office chairs that Sweden had donated in an inexcusable arrangement of plain jeans and a hoodie. America was sitting in the chair facing away from Germany and had yet to notice anyone had entered the room. He grabbed the table and after a few small tugs, pushed off with all of his considerable strength and spun the chair around letting out his loud laugh.

Germany covered his face with his hand in anticipation of a derailed meeting. It was the ever-constant Italy that betrayed their position.

"Ve, America, you're here early! "

Said American startled out of the chair he was spinning in at the sound of Italy's voice. He tumbled to the ground in a tangle of limbs and mild curses. Italy stopped smiling and started to apologize while Germany just stared down at the child on the ground. America was looking up at them with wide eyes at being caught off guard. He stood up while brushing himself off of imaginary dust. Germany's meeting room was spotless.

"Hey, I didn't think anyone else would show up for another couple of minutes. If I'd known you were coming I would have been ready." Without waiting for a response he starts to look through his bag for something or another. Germany could care less either way; he just wanted a smooth meeting. Something that America seemed dead set on ruining today.

"America, this is unacceptable, go change. You know the dress code."

"Sorry, no can do," he said not sounding sorry in the least. He did seem to have found what he was looking for but now had it hidden behind his back. "Germany what's the agenda for today?"

"It's the day for-"-

"It's the day to get everyone to like each other!" Italy happily cut in not realizing that he was also cutting off Germany.

"Yes, today is the day we focus on world relations right? Well what happened the last two times we tried to tackle that subject?" America appeared to be getting into his little guessing game as he was now bouncing back on his heels as he awaited the answer.

"We had a pinnacle of pathetic participation presented and a few floundering faults, why does that matter? It seems to simply be the way of things."

"Exactly!" America agreed enthusiastically but Germany had doubts that he even understood what was said and was simply going on the fact that the answer was what he wanted to hear. "So this time I thought we'd do things a little differently." He pulled a sign out from behind his back and flipped it over so they could see what was written on it.

"No." Germany denied at the same time Italy shouted ''Ve!'' The stoic country grabbed his friend's jacket to keep him from running over. America looked crestfallen at being turned down. "We are not going to solve the world's international problems with hugs America."

"They're not just any hugs, Germany, they're free hugs! Who doesn't want a hug?" America's smile was wide and shining with happiness. It was as if he really believed that this could help. Italy looked up at Germany with watery eyes. "I think we should hug him, Ludwig." America appeared to be please with that and set the sign down in anticipation. His arms were flung open wide as an invitation and as Germany looked at America's hopeful smile and Italy's crocodile tears, he knew he was beat.

"Fine, one hug. Then you will cease this petty nonsense and we will get the meeting on task."

"Sure, fine by me," America just looked relived that his idea had worked. Germany reluctantly let go of his friend's clothes and watched him sprint towards the American. Sometimes he had trouble figuring out who was really the youngest. Italy wrapped himself around the younger Nation and clung onto him. America tightened his left arm around the pasta-lover but his right arm was still extended. "Don't make me come get you."

"You agreed to one hug. Italy is hugging you."

"I took that agreement as one hug per Nation." America tried to give a stern glare in Germany's direction but as he had an armful of Italy and was in the process of hugging said armful, it wasn't very effective.

"Of course you did," Germany grumbled as he reached up to his temple to massage the income headache.

"Ludwig, come get a hug! Come hug us," Italy whined. America adopted a pout to go along with Italy's. They turned the look unto Germany and he could do nothing but sigh and walk over to the embraced Nations. "Yay, hugs for everybody!" Italy wiggled in even closer as Germany encased them both in a stiff hug. He had a deep blush on his face as he felt them both cuddle into him. He could make out Italy happily humming a wordless tune and America gave a content hum. Ludwig had a brief moment to think that this might not be a bad idea when a very, very, angry voice interrupts their warm snuggle session.

"What the hell is going on in here!" Romano stood in the doorway alongside a typically spacey Spain. Germany tried to pull away from the hug but found that America and Italy were still intent on holding on. "Potato bastard get your filthy, German hands off of my brother!" The older Italy brother went to enforce his words but Spain grabbed him and held him back. That seemed to have finally startled the other two into letting go of the hug.

"Ve, hello big brother! We were just taking America up on his offer. He's giving out free hugs!" At this prompt America disengaged himself from the pile and scrambled to find the sign he had discarded. After rifling around for a few seconds, he gave an excited cry and held up his sign with a smile that came straight out of Hollywood.

"This hamburger bastard thinks that matters? And he managed to get you in on it brother? I'll kill the piece of shit, grease-loving- Yiee!" Romano was cut off on the middle of his rant as America threw himself at the older Italian brother.

Romano struggled in the hug but he was unable to break America's hold. He was forced to simply accept the hug but he did so with a blush and a pout. Both were not expecting for Spain to attach himself to America's back. Said American gave a small yip and clung tighter to Romano as Spain snaked his arms around both of them. America just let out another care-free laugh as Romano tried again to run.

"Hon hon hon~ what's this? You didn't think to invite big brother?"