Author's Note: *Long inhale of Oxygen* I'M FINISHED! I HAVE SOMETHING NEW TO STRESS ABOUT NOW! I probably won't update very often, but I'll try and keep my quality up. Unlike escaping where it all went downhill. But, you know, I'm pretty busy *cough* notdoinghomework *cough* so yeah….
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia!
"Wake up you bloody git! I want to know what's going on!" pierced America's earlobes. His reflexes forcefully shoved him upwards
"Ahh! England, what the hell man!?" the blonde complained, not seeing anything but a blonde and green blur above him. "Dammit, where are my glasses?" he cursed to himself, grabbing blindly around where he was laying, but he did not feel his usual nightstand.
"How do you know who I am?" the voice asked. And now, being mostly out of his state of sleepiness the American realized that the high pitched noise was not England's low grumbles.
"Oh, sorry dudette. I thought you were my bud, England." He apologized, now actually, LOOKING for his glasses.
"Well I don't know what you're talking about. I am England, and I certainly don't know you. I would know." The woman said haughtily. America did a double take
"Dudette. You're not England, he's a dude! Not a chic." The country promptly went back to looking for his glasses. Just wanting him to focus, England did a small incantation. "AAHH! DUDE! I CAN SEE!" echoed through the house
"Bloody right you can. Now, who are you!?" England huffed, obviously just wanting to know what's going on.
"I'm Alfred F. Jones, or America. I'M THE HERO!" the blonde nation exclaimed proudly
"Preposterous! America is a woman! Amelia F. Jones!" the English woman proclaimed, looking annoyed.
"What?! DUDE! I'M AMERICA. I'M NOT A CHIC!" America yelled, making sound like this was a well-known fact, which to the British country across from him, it was not.
"Well, that's not possible!" a pause "Wait a tick, I'm going to grab someone" with this the female hurried out, leaving the door to the space America sat in, open.
Of course, being the burger obsessed man he is, the country couldn't even comprehend why this strange British lady claimed she represented England, and said a female embodied him. Though Amelia F. Jones, sounds familiar…. Amelia, Amelia, Amelia, Ameli- The Confederate States of America! That's where he knew her from, she used to represent the Confederate States of America!
The freedom infatuated young man was about to keep thinking about this, but decided he had contemplated enough to make up for a whole month, and settled on sliding off his bed, and looking around the strange living space he had awoken in.
A little later, America sat on his bed, trying to burn down the wall in front of him with laser eyesight
"Wow, do you really think so?"
"Well, I don't see any other reason…."
"That's amazing Alice" "But then where is Amelia?"
"I…. Don't know, but I'll find her."
"So how do you know? I-I mean, I trust you do, I-I'm just curious…"
"Well, I believe I have met my counterpart before, or at least seen him. Arthur was his name, like King Arthur" "He had impressive abilities."
"S-so, he's America?"
"Yes, at least he claims he is"
Something hit Alfred from behind, no, someone. Soon he could feel a wet spot on his shirt and small sniffles coming from behind him. Looking down, he noticed two thin arms were wrapped around his stomach. Gently turning around, the young man saw a mass of blonde hair spread pressing against his chest, and he could feel a shaking head. He didn't know why, but the small presence felt familiar.
He stroked the blonde locks kindly "Hello there, who are you?" he whispered softly
"I-I'm Canada"
End Note: Yes I did make Alice say "Preposterous" and "Wait a tick". And YES, I did just make an "I'm Canada" joke. DEAL WIF IT! YAY! Short chapter! WOOHOO! You'll learn their situation next chapter. And also, don't tell my friend where I'm hiding, I'm pretty sure she's hunting me down for making America seem kind, and not loud and stupid. I'M GOING TO KEEP MADDY AND AL'S RELATIONSHIP AS SIBLINGLY LOVE NO ROMANCEY SHIT! Ok, well, tanx! :D