The yearly United Nations meeting was carrying on as usual.
France and England were fighting again. Something to do with a baguette or Big Ben.
North Italy was daydreaming about pasta while Romano was cussing up a storm.
Russia was sitting on Canada-who? and scaring the crap out of everyone.
Germany was trying to bring them all to order which was no use because Hungary was now hitting Prussia with a frying pan because he called Austria a wuss for playing.
The only thing that was unusual was America. He had his nose in his phone texting an unknown person. And every once in a while, his small smile grew.
No one noticed until the end of the meeting when all the nations were saying their goodbyes. America just shouted goodbye as he was out the door.
"I raised him to be a proper gentleman. How on earth could he have turned out like this?" Britain was complaining to anyone who was unfortunate to listen.
"You were absent most of his childhood, you gave him unreasonable taxes, you shot him in the heart five times, you attacked his capital, you-" France listed off all the things that Britain did to America.
"I GET IT YOU BLOODY FROG!" Britain screeched.
"WHO YOU CALLING A FROG YOU BLACK SHEEP OF EUROPE?!" France had somehow pulled a rose out of thin air and was surrounded by sparkles.
"Stop fighting or you'll become one, Da?"
"EVERYONE SHUT UP! No one is 'becoming one' with Russia, France put the sparkles avay and Britain, we still are angry at you for Amy and Rory. Now vill everyone just shut up und think about how America vas not doing his usual annoying thing for once?" Germany shouted and effectively shut the nations up.
"Alright, so America was acting weird for one meeting. Why do we need to talk aboot it like it's the end of the world, eh?"
All the nations jumped out of shock as the saw America in the corner.
"Ve, America, why are-a you in-a corner?" Italy asked.
"I'm not America-" the America look alike began but France cut him off.
"Duh, he iz Canada. You can tell because 'iz looks are parallel to my own." France pulled out another rose out of thin air and threw an arm around the Canadian.
"DO YOU MEAN TO INSULT MY LOOKS, FRENCHY?!"
"NON, I JUST SAID THAT CANADA GOT THE BETTER END OF THE BARGAIN WITH MOI WHILE AMERIQUE HAD TO SUFFER FROM YOUR COOKING!"
"ENOUGH! Ve have America's bruder, no matter how alike they look, it could give us insight on what is vrong vith America."
"It's just the elections, there is nothing wrong, eh" Canada tried to reason with them in hopes that they would not follow America.
Canada and his mother were the only ones who knew about the person that America was texting and he was determined to keep it that way.
America may act like he forgets his brother, but America trust Canada with most of his secrets. Including the identity of his wife.
I do not own Hetalia, I do own my OC which is America's wife.
Please review and let me know how i can improve.
I will only accept constructive criticism and if its anything but that, I will be sad.
