Author's Note: I'm back! As always, I do not own Hetalia, but if I did, the Celtics would have shown up, and I would have explored some of the nations' fears. In this one, America is scared that Canada hates him because of how he acts.
Treasa sat outside of the meeting room, and sighed. She'd arrived late, and no one was allowed to enter once the doors shut. Idly, the Celtic nation wondered what they were talking about inside, but dismissed the thought. A hand on her shoulder startled her, and Treasa scrambled to her feet.
"Hey, it's okay! It's me!" Alfred yelped, and the other nation muttered, "Didn't sleep last night. Sorry."
"It's all right." The American laughed, and led the Celtic girl outside to a bench, where Treasa sat down, leaning against the younger nation.
"Life's like a road that you travel on
When there's one day here and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend and sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind" Alfred sang softly, and Treasa closed her eyes.
"There's a world outside every darkened door
Where blues won't haunt you anymore
Where brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore"
"We won't hesitate
To break down the garden gate
There's not much time left today
Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, yeah"
"Through all these cities and all these towns
It's in my blood, and it's all around
I love you now like I loved you then
This is the road, and these are the hands"
"From Mozambique to those Memphis nights
The Khyber Pass to Vancouver's lights
Knock me down and back up again
You're in my blood; I'm not a lonely man"
"There's no load I can't hold
A road so rough this I know
I'll be there when the light comes in
Tell 'em we're survivors"
"Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, yeah"
"Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, yeah"
"There was a distance between you and I
A misunderstanding once
But now we look in the eye"
"There ain't no load that I can't hold
A road so rough this I know
I'll be there when the light comes in
Tell 'em we're survivors"
"Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, yeah"
"Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, yeah"
"Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, yeah" When Alfred finished, he glanced down at Treasa, and smiled when he heard soft snoring from the Irish nation. Voices surprised him, and he nodded himself, before he remembered that he hadn't gotten any sleep either.
" I got my ticket for the long way round
Two bottles of whiskey for the way
And I sure would like some sweet company
And I'm leaving tomorrow
what you say" Alfred sang, his own eyes closing as he fell asleep. Canada was passing by, and shook his head, but headed over to the sleeping nations.
"When I'm gone...
When I'm gone..
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me by my hair
You're gonna miss me everywhere
Oh, you're gonna miss me when I'm gone" the Canadian crooned, smiling at his brother.
"When I'm gone
When I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me by my walk...Ohh
You're gonna miss me by my talk
Oh, you're gonna miss me when I'm gone"
"I got my ticket for the long way round
The one with the prettiest of views
It's got mountains, it's got rivers
Its got sights to give you shivers
But it sure would be prettier with you"
"When I'm gone
When I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me by my walk
You're gonna miss me by my talk
Oh, you're gonna miss me when I'm gone"
"When I'm gone
When I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me by my hair
You're gonna miss me everywhere
Oh, you're sure gonna miss me when I'm gone"
"When I'm gone
When I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me by my walk
You're gonna miss me by my talk
Oh, you're gonna miss me when I'm gone" Canada finished, and lightly placed a hand on the sleeping American's forehead, whispering, "I could never hate you," as he stood and left. America smiled in his sleep, because that nightmare was gone.
