Disclaimer- Me no own Hetalia. Thank you to Glassamilk, who wrote one of my favorite stories, Gutters. Also lots of thanks to all of you who have written stories about the 1p and 2p characters. And a huge thanks to my XSDVBFF Sunlight Crystal, who got me into Hetalia in the first place. Mild language. PLEASE REVIEW HERE ARE COOKIES (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::)

It was all his fault.

And now he would have to, for once, give a professional speech at the World meeting. Not only that, but if he messed up, he would most likely die. Doing this would be as hard as not eating a single hamburger for a week.

America checked his watch once again. " What?! It's already noon?! THE DAMNED MEETING STARTS IN SEVEN FREAKING HOURS AND I CAN'T EVEN MAKE UP A SPEECH AND MY SUIT IS TOO LARGE AND I"M WEARING POLAND'S HAIR BOW AS A BOWTIE! IF CANADA AND ENGLAND DON'T GET HERE SOON, I'M GONNA DIEEEEE!"

Just as he said this, the doorbell rang. " A-Alfred? We're here.

" What's the idiot screaming about now?"

" England! That's not nice! The poor thing might die in a few hours!"

America swung open the mahogany door, making England shriek and fall off the front steps. " OW! You bloody wanker, don't do that!" Canada looked like he was about to laugh. That was a sure sign something was wrong.

" Wassup, people?"

" We will help you and give our honest opinions. Here is mine: your suit looks ugly."

America blushed. " I know, Iggy. It's too big. Can you take me to the tailor?"

Canada shuddered. " Remember what happened the last time we let America drive?"

"Yes, and I'm going to drive whether he likes it or not!"

"But"-

" I said, whether you like it or NOT"

England dragged America towards the car, and Canada strolled along behind them, hands in his pockets, Kumajiro on his head.

"At least he is sort of acting like Canada now," America thought, "Will he stay like this or are our counterparts making us all go insane, not just him?"

Although America was completely oblivious, England lectured him on everything he could think of, until America shrieked, " Iggy, SHUT UP!"

"Sorry. I-I just don't want you to die."

"Brother won't die," Canada confirmed, hugging America, "Right, A-America?"

"Yeah. Yeah, sure."

At this, all of the nation's stopped conversing with each other and thought of all the problems ahead.

A billion thoughts cluttered America's head. " Will they kill me? Will I have time to explain? Will we go to war?" In the midst of his thinking, he fell asleep until Canada shook him awake.

"W-We're here, brother."

America yawned and got out of the car, Canada and England on either side of him.

The sidewalks were full of people going to work or nearby parks or restaurants that seemed to draw people into them. A lot of them were staring at the odd trio, mostly Canada, who was wearing winter clothing in the middle of summer, and carrying Kumajiro, which most of them thought to be a stuffed animal.

"Momma, why is there a man carrying a bear?" A little girl asked

"Don't worry about it. And remember to avoid people like that."

As they walked into the store, America shouted at the shopkeeper, "HEY, DUDE! I NEED THIS SUIT HERE FIX"-

"America, calm down." England placed a hand on America's shoulder and smiled nervously at the shopkeeper

"Next!" The shopkeeper, who they could now see was a middle aged woman with thick framed glasses and her hair pulled back in a tight bun.

"Hi," said all three nations

"Oh, so it's the obnoxious one, the polite one, and the quiet one."

"I can speak!" Canada declared

"Well, well then. What do we have here? Ah, looks like your suit is too big." She looked the suit all over, her face blank.

"And, um, I'm sorry ma'am." America apologized

"It's fine." She insisted

The shopkeeper, who said her name was Madeline, led America to get it fixed. She fussed with the folds, straightened the collar, added pins here and there until the suit was the perfect size.

"What brought you here?" She asked them

Canada answered before America even had the chance to open his mouth, "We are going on an important business meeting, miss."

"Well, ok. Good luck to you." She gave them a smile, and they felt compelled to tell her what was going to happen to the world.

As England drove to the airport, America thought about the meeting.

He was the only one who knew what really happened. The scariest thing wasn't the outcome, the scariest thing was how it happened.

And it was all his fault.

So, you liketh? I will try to update at at least every Friday. Fun fact- Italy and Romano's birthdays are on the same day as my brother, March 17/ Saint Patrick's Day. What is even stranger is that my brother and I are half Italian because my dad is Italian. Happy early Birthday to all of them! =D

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