CHAPTER 1
America frowned at the monstrous pile of papers on his desk. He vainly tried to set them on fire, make them disappear, or shred to pieces with his glare, but they simply decided to stay put. It wasn't that he was tired today, oh no. Having Matthew wake him up at 6:30 to tell him about his blooming relationship with Prussia, followed by a rush to the White House for work, all topped off by a world meeting for 3 hours and a stack of never ending paperwork. Oh yeah, American life. As much as he prided himself on it, it really sucked at times.
A swift glance to the clock on his left revealed the glowing red numbers.
8:10
Damn. Meeting started already. Iggy's gonna cream me for this one, shit.
Tossing his pen to the desk and getting up swiftly, he ignored the scattering papers and sudden jolt of his desk, and proceeded right out the huge mahogany doors. Being a nation means he worked at the White House, the huge, gleaming, and wide building reflecting the green lawn made him smile as he walked down the empty corridor.
All locations of meeting were kept secret, all people were evacuated from the entire east wing of the White House while they took place, and all people were unaware of the nations existence. This was standard protocol, not only in America, but in every location of a meeting. No citizens were to be within hearing distance of a scream form the chaotic room they called the Oval Office. Even if the gathering were absolute chaos, they still had valuable information rolling off of each other's tongues.
Approaching the meeting room was always fun. Listening to the impending squabble that would follow as soon as he flung open the doors and announced his huge presence with the famous "IM THE HERO!" line always make him grin inside. But not in the way that many think. Oh no. The grin was a sly one. One that belonged on Russia.
He was not psychotic. He was not crazy. He was just serious. He was smart. He was tactical. And to hear the worlds personifications arguing and acting like children made him laugh. It went without saying that the meetings, based on their positions, should be serious and diplomatic. But no, this's was never the case each meeting was filled with senseless chatter and calamity that it would be mistaken for a five year-old's birthday party.
America allowed a slight frown to mar his features. The nations were oblivious. The masked he wore everyday was too good. It would crack every now and then sure, but it was always in place. The smile plastered on so frequently that he forgot what a real one looked like. The laugh, overused so much that the light air it once has when he was a child, disappeared. He never enjoyed others company anymore. The exuberant feeling he got when England returned from bus journeys to greet him back in the days was gone. Now he only cursed his own existence.
For a nation to hate humans is impossible. A nation is bound to their boss by blood. They follow their orders, whim, and call. To defy a direct order from your boss was unthinkable, and didn't come without punishment. Spain knew that.
America remembers holding the crying man to his chest as he weeped over his boss's beatings. Taking care of Romano was costly. Too costly. He bled red, money, resources, and his own heart to make sure that his underling was protected. He loved Romano like a son. Yet Spain, to America's confusion, never complained about how shitty the Italian treated him. It was undying love.
But Spain's boss didn't feel the same. Each day she would complain over his actions, and try and force the spaniard to relinquish his love for his son. Spain would reject each and every attempt until he was withering on the ground in pain. Going against the word of his boss and leader brought physical harm to him, and it would to any nation.
America remembers Prussia's eyes after invading Austria. Taking a vital part of another nation physically translated to assault for personifications. He remembered the German's sobs and tears as he attempts to claw out his own hair, claiming he had raped his childhood friend. The term 'vital regions' forever becoming a line of terror in the man's heart.
America remembered Austria at the piano, playing until his fingers bled. The same Fur Elise melody echoing in the halls as he desperately tried to drown out the wails of Prussia, because he knew if it continued, he would cry as well.
Little did every country know: America, Russia, Austria, Prussia, Switzerland, and Spain had formed an alliance. Each nation, in secret, had signed an official document, unknown to their own government, stating that an attack on one of them, was an attack on all of them. This pact was formed in 2012.
2012 was the year that they all stayed behind at a meeting coincidently. And after talking, thinking of the past, and spilling secrets, they all found something in common. They all hated humans. They hated them deep within their bones, but couldn't say it. The pain would drive them to insanity.
Now, standing before the doors of the meeting room, fingers resting on the golden handles, ready to open the door, he took a deep breath. It was time to get in character. Of course, those in the agreement were always in character. Russia stayed with a constant smile, Switzerland always acted indifferent, Prussia would always pretend to stroke his own ego, Spain would keep his constant spirits up, Austria would always act cold and better than everyone else, and America would keep on his idiotic, go-lucky kid act.
Quickly shaking his head to clear away any breaks in the mask, he flings open the doors and the cacophony of noise assaults his ears. It took everything he had not to cringe and draw the 9mm pistol out of his concealed harness by his chest. No, he would remain calm.
He quickly raised the corners of his lips in a practiced fashion and gave a quick thumbs up to everyone in the room.
"THE HERO HAS ARRIVED!"
Only after the phrase has left his lips does he look around the Oval Office to asses the damage. A few people were once room this time. Apparently some countries couldn't make it. Not surprising considering the time differences.
Italy clinging onto Germany, check. Germany massaging his temples, double check. Switzerland with his riffle sitting protectively in front of Lichtenstein, triple check. Spain pestering Romano, quadruple check. England attempting to strangle France, quintuple check. The list went on and on.
Prussia and Austria sitting next to a chattering Hungary.
Japan and China silently whispering to each other.
Russia talking to a shivering Estonia and Lithuania.
And lastly, him in the doorway with his Hero pose.
"BLOODY HELL AMERICA COULD YOU BE ANY LOUDER?! TONE IT DOWN YOU SODDING GIT!"
"Sorry Iggy! But the Hero has to be loud!"
The words roll off of his tongue in a reflexive manner as he regards the British man slowly dusting himself off and going to sit in his chair, the glowering Frenchman sitting across from him.
"Leave it to Amerique, the burgers mush have infected his vocal chords"
"Haha! Your just jealous you aren't as awesome as me France!"
The frenchman scoffed and turned his head, the long blonde waves bringing a small twitch of annoyance.
Damn cheeky bastard, thinks he's so cool.
But as much as he hated the man, also loved him. The word 'Family' always brought a small warmth to him. No matter what, he could never bring himself to be hostile towards France, England, or Canada. Maybe it was his people influencing him, maybe it was himself, he didn't know. Even Russia agreed with his predicament, and his heart wasn't even in his chest half the time. during the Secret Alliance's private meetings, the vodka lover's heart had rolled onto the floor many a times, they were all used to it by now. The beating organ that would roll onto the floor regarded with no more than a small sigh or a roll of the eyes.
His musings were cut short by Germany's hand slamming on the oakwood table with a loud bang, the chatter and screaming int he room instantly vanishing.
Fucking pussies
Across from each other, Switzerland, Austria, Spain, Prussia, Russia and him shared a knowing glance and hid their laughter behind their hands.
Oh yes, they thought, let Germany think he's the strong one. It wasn't that they all thought that they were superpowers. Austria, Prussia, Switzerland, and Spain knew that if they went to war with someone like Canada they would loose. No, they just acknowledged the fact that many nations here were blinded by self worth and hubris.
Each of them would always take notes during the meetings, whether it be mental, or physical, even if it didn't look like it. Austria would scribble with his quill while Prussia and America would jot down things in their mind, remembering every single detail.
Some of them had better reputations than others. For example, Russia and America were regarded in somewhat fear or recognition for being superpowers, Spain would be respected due to his previously large empire, Switzerland would be held with respect due to his wisdom that came with his neutrality, and Austria would be regarded in respect due to his regality and mannerism.
By the time the last thoughts had flittered out of his head, Germany was giving a lecture on global warming and the problems it posed to each of them and would eventually lead to yada yada yada yada. America shook his head. No use in paying attention to this one. He and Russia were already working on solutions together, and to be honest, they got more done in the last week than the council here got done in years.
Across the table he could see Switzerland grimacing as the impending headache started coming along, the blonde ran a hand across his riffle as if weighing the benefits and consequences of shooting Germany in the head. Apparently settling against it, he leaned back in his seat and started writing on his notebook. Probably making plans to help him and Russia on the problem.
Austria and Prussia were passing notes back and forth underneath the table, America could see the corners of their lips tug up every once and a while as they read the messages. They did this every time a boring or already discussed topic came up, so they already knew how to sneak without getting caught by the angry previous Nazi as he frantically pointed at the board.
Russia was sitting between Lithuania and Estonia, both of which looked very unhappy with their predicament. The smiles he wore, looking creepy to others, showed boredom in America's eyes and as he and the big man made eye contact, he flashed a sympathetic smile. Russia turned back to the front of the room, though a little happier than before, knowing that others were suffering with him.
"America, here."
Spain had chosen to sit behind him and was now passing a slip of paper forward, leaning back into his chair after whispering into his ear.
Your presenting next
The note read and a small frown creased America's lips. Great. Another half our of spewing nonsensical shit to keep up the act.
Picking up his red, white, and blue pen he wrote back,
I know
Spain shook his head at him and scribbled onto the white sheet before shoving it under his hand when Germany turned to berate Italy over suggesting they surrender to Global Warming.
Are you going to be alright? Try not to pull your pistol out okay? We got enough problemas to deal with here. You and Russia should go up there one day and shove your idea down their throats. Maybe then they'll cut all the mierda out.
America gave a small shake of his head.
If we did that they might die of a heart attack. I want them around a little longer. Woudlnt want to start WWlll. That would be a bummer.
Behind him, Spain had to stuff a hand over his mouth to hide a chuckle as he read the blonde's reply.
"America! It's your turn to present your ideas!"
His attentions was directed away from the spaniard at the mention of his name. Oh goodie, how fun. The chorused groans from the other nations made him wince and fume internally as he struggled to get out of his seat int he normal bouncy way and 'enthusiastically' walk up to the podium. The shit-eating grin spread on his lips as he quickly drew a chalky earth on the dark green surface and a cape wearing stick figure next to it.
"I think we'll be good if we genetically engineer a giant superhero to protect the earth! I GIVE YOU THE SUPERHERO BLUBBAMAN!"
America gave a quick thumbs up to the room and showed his teeth, his mouth so huge you swore you could see sparkles.
"GO HOME YOU BURGER EATING BASTARD! THE FATS BEEN GETTING TO YOUR BRAIN!"
Romano
America could see Spain's apologetic look and he gave a small wink, feeling better as he saw the tension relax from the tomato grower's shoulders
"Western nations are so immature, your ideas are worse than Italy's. Sit down already!"
China
Prussia snapped his pen in half, the black ink seeping out and staining his papers and hand.
"America-san, i dont think that this would work. Let's try and think rationally at this meeting."
Japan
Austria's paper tore as he pressed a tad too hard on his quill. The glint of his glasses hiding the undeniable fury in his eyes.
"A-America, maybe you should let Germany do the talking."
Canada
Though the response was unnoticed by many in the room, the comment didn't escape the Russian's ears as he fingered the pipe in his coat. The cool metal through his gloves soothed him enough not to pound the Canadian's head in.
"Bloody yank! Every time you speak the only thing that comes out is rubbish!"
"Indeed Amerique, your ideas are so disgusting. I wonder you even made a superpower at this rate"
England, France.
Switzerland's finger laid on the trigger. The bolt action riffle in his grip nearly snapping in half. If he shot France and said his finger slipped would that still count as an act of war?
America looked around the table and saw the Alliance five seconds away form drawing their weapons and decided to pull the plug before someone ended up castrated. Yeah, today they needed to get together afterwards and have dinner, they needed some chill time, all of them.
Flashing the million watt smile he laughed at his own superhero idea for show.
"Oh you guys know you love it! Maybe I'll surprise you! HAHA! Unfortunately my presentation is too long and awesome for your brains and this puny time frame to handle, so I'll have to end it here."
As he stepped down from the elevated stage by the chalk board, ignoring the 'thank god' and 'thought we'd have to listen to that again' comments, he heard Russia let out a heavy breath. The pipe welding man looked about ready to murder someone at this point, the kolkolkolkol seeping out through his clenched teeth and frozen lips. Lithuania seemed to feel the chill and scooted away slightly, seeking comfort in China who was sitting in front of him.
As he sat back down beside Spain, he noticed a small reflection of steel underneath the table. The light caught the metal just right, it went undetected by everyone except him, and America laid a soft hand on Spain's arm followed by a small nod of his head. Taking the hint, the tanned nations eased his vice grip on the battle axe he was holding near his thigh, allowing the metal handle to slowly sink back down to lean against his leg.
Believe it or not, all the Allied members were very protective of each other. America thought back to the time France had attempted to molest Switzerland. That ended well. The unfortunate pervert had gone home with a fresh bruise on his face and a bleeding hand curtesy of Prussia's fist and Austria's sword. The american shivered at the pure anger in their eyes as they slowly advanced on the frenchman.
Oh yea, they definitely needed a break after the meeting.
