Weeeell here I am again with a new story for a new fandom.
This is my first Hetalia story so please don't be overall critical.
I don't own anything... sadly...
Please Enjoy!
Title: Better Left Polaroid (for lack of a better name)
By: OnceInABlueMoon3452
Chapter: 1
It was a regular G8 meeting along with Canada in attendance - not that he was noticed by anyone except France or England. Germany held his head in his hands, wondering how the world had been allowed to fall so low. Even with only eight people in the room, it felt like a regular world meeting; England and France about a conflict long forgotten and trying their best to strangle each other, and China was muttering about Westerners while trying discreetly to edge away from Russia, who was demanding everyone become one with him. Italy was jumping around the room, spouting off about pasta and waving his white flag when Russia decided to look his way.
Japan, Germany noted, was sitting quietly near the door - that in itself wasn't strange, but the japanese nation glancing at the door every few minutes? Now that was strange - it also seemed that America wasn't present; however, he couldn't bring himself to care. No America = less noise.
A sudden sharp rapping from the door caused the nations to untangle themselves and sit down - an attempt to look dignified. The door slid open slowly on well oiled hinges, revealing a messenger from the U.S.
"Well," England sighed, realizing Alfred wasn't there for the first time, "where did he get off to this time?" Instead of answering, the man walked up to Matthew, handed him a letter, and departed from the room.
England and France came to stand behind the Canadian as he broke open the seal, letting the letter fall into his lap. Canada held it out so the others could see. It may not be seen be outward appearance, but they were a family - dysfunctional, yet still a family. Though, to be a proper and good family, don't most of them have to be slightly dysfunctional in some way?
The others in the room opted to give the three some privacy, as it had something to do with Alfred; it became increasingly difficult when England and France's faces lost almost all color and Canada threw the paper on the table as if it had burned him. The letter was now out in the open for the rest of the room to see.
Dear Arthur Kirkland, Francis Bonnefoy, and Matthew Williams,
We regret to inform you that we have seemingly lost the personification of The United States of America - otherwise known as Alfred F. Jones.
We did not think much of his strange behavior up until the following day he vanished. We regret not informing you sooner as we wanted to keep this a national affair. If you receive any word from America, please contact us immediately and if unable to, please contact at a later date.
-The President of the United States*
The Nations in the room were somewhat disturbed that the government - that kept tabs on almost everyone - had lost their personification. By this time England had gone from a pale white to a fiery red - looking as if he were going to blow his top.
"Who do they bloody think they are?! When something happens I expect to know what's going on, you don't tell me days later that our youngest family member is missing!" The Personifications in the room all backed up a few steps giving, the brit room to pace as he ranted violently.
France, surprisingly, didn't try to calm England down and looked as if he were going to do some ranting of his own. Matthew however, decided to see if he could reach his brother instead - opting to panic at a later date or not at all.
A finger in one ear to block out the noise and the phone pressed to the other, he waited, tense.
'Alfred F. Jones here-' Canada let out a sigh of relief when he heard his brother's voice over the phone, "Alf-"
'I'm unable to heroically take your call now. Please leave leave your name and number and I'll save your day~' Matthew's stomach dropped as he listened to the deceiving voicemail.
Canada shook his head in answer to the two ex-colonizers questioning looks.
Now was the time to pan-
"I believe that this meeting should be postponed until further notice," Germany butted in before anyone could panic, "England, France, Canada - am I correct in assuming you will be taking on the task of finding Amerika?"
The 3 nations nodded, and before long, they were the only Nations left on the Meeting room.
"Well, what do we do now, eh?'
"The letter mentioned petit Amérique acting strangely, non?"
"I think we should pay the President a visit, hmm," England finished, already ahead of the other twp. He had pulled out his phone and began making several phone calls.
Inform the Queen of where he was going? Check.
Inform Parliament and give an estimation of how long he would be gone? Check.
Call for his private jet to be fueled and ready within the hour? Check.
Call the Hotel they were saying at? (The meeting was being held in Italy). Check.
England glanced up after finishing his own calls to see the others finishing chats with various people about the same thing.
"I got a hold of Al's President and he agreed to meet with us tomorrow night at 8:00," Canada said. "He was quite surprised when I told him we were going to search for America. He seemed to have only expected us phone if we had information on Alfred." France frowned at that and put a hand on England's shoulder, consulting - it always amazed them how narrow-minded humans could be when it came to associating Nations with feelings.
"The good news is…" Canada perked up slightly, "he gave us permission to have free reign of the country and all expenses will be paid since we volunteered to look for Al."
England only nodded as he dragged the French and Canadian men out of the room to the hotel they were staying at. It wasn't long to get all their belonging packed - double checking to make sure everything was accounted for and signed out in the lobby.
The ride to the airport was fairly silent, and there was no big hassle in boarding the jet and the trio resigned themselves to 12 long hours of silence and speculation of what had happened to Alfred.
NOTES:
* I didn't sign any presidents name because I thought it better not to; however, if you think it would be better changed please let me know.
I'm also wondering if I should continue this... This came about because I honestly couldn't get the idea out of my head and I had to write it down somewhere. When I finished I thought 'hey this is OK lets post it!'
Please comment and tell me what you think and if I should continue or if this story is a lost cause.
-OnceInABlueMoon
