A/N I'M BACK!~ ok maybe not 'bakc' seeing at this is the first hetalia story i've posted. but still. see i got i new computer, and was worried that fanfiction wouldn't like pages(cause NOTHING likes pages) and i was right.

so it's gonna be a hassle to post things now *sigh* but review make me happy that's why i figured out a way to publish this. (and to test of i can still update with my own computer tee hee) yes it is really short and yes it is a one shot. but it's been burning a hole in my hard drive so i thought eh may as well right?. so yes i did.

and i just relized this is the longest authors notes i've ever written, and the only one i've done at a reasonable hour. well anyway i will stop boring you with my bad habits so you can read this short little piece of work.

enjoy XD

it's been twenty years. since that day. none of us ever thought it was possible.

we were all wrong.

a few mistakes, on his part. a few one ours, and the next thing we know, he's just gone.

i'm not really sure when it happened. it could have started as far back as the cold war. he never was the same after that. but i think, what really sank him, were his own mistakes.

he alway did have a problem with interfering in everyone else's problems, it's no wonder he was stretched to thin to save him self.

i'll admit i never really noticed, which, looking back at it now, was stupid. he started be quieter, less excited, more grumpy.

he drank more coffee then i remember, and his eye's they were always... darer than before.

i remember making plans with him, to hang out since we never really saw each other anymore.

i took me 6 months to get him to say yes. and even then he didn't seem happy about it.

in fact i think he just said yes so i would leave him alone. but he still said yes.

we were going to just hang out in new york, wonder around for a while so he could maybe rest a little.

we were supposed to meet at central park at 7:00 to get an early start. he didn't show.

at 8:00 i started texting and calling him, half worried, and hair furious he stood me up.

by 8:30 when he still wouldn't answer i finally gave up on meeting him and went to hail a taxi.

i was going to find him and give him a piece of my mind.

at 10:30 when i still hadn't found him anywhere in town, i called his boss at this point more than desperate.

he hadn't seen him in weeks, or heard from him for that matter.

by now i was just worried, about my brother, if he was ok.

he wasn't.

i searched everywhere. every state in that ridiculously overpopulated country, and still didn't see him.

after a week i finally called in the big guns.

we still couldn't find him.

we all searched for two months.

until we lost hope.

after those two month all of us lost hope.

we would still look, but it was half hearted at this point.

until one day i found something i had missed every other time i searched.

it was his glasses.

they looked the same as alway, but they were old dusty, like they were ready to fall apart.

when i picked them us they shattered. and that's when i knew.

he was never coming back, i would never see him again, my brother. we would never hear his loud annoying voice drowning out everything again.

he was gone, even if he wasn't dead.

the united states of america.

he disappeared march 15th, 2013.

and we never saw him.

never agin.