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.