A/N: So I researched a 'Summit Meeting' just now, and usually it's just a few countries or mostly the G8's meeting, however there have been some cases when all of the countries participated. Those meetings included the ones on Afghanistan and such. There was also one that was internationally about children so yeah. The more you know I guess! Anyway, enjoy! Oh and P.S. I had no idea that this year's meeting really was going to be in Germany. I literally just guessed and out of pure chance it actually was. Heh, go figure.

"Attention passengers. This is your Captain speaking-we will be arriving in Germany shortly." America adjusted how he was seated, as his leg was falling asleep.

"Coffee sir?" a beautiful, blond stewardess asked, holding out a steaming cup. America blushed, then smiled his cheeky smile.

"Sure." He reached out and she handed it to him. "Is there already cream-" She walked away, pushing her cart and ignoring any calling for requests. "Alright.. never mind then." America was definitely going to need this energy boost for the 4 hour summit they were having. This year, it was decided to be held in Germany. America hated the summits. Yeah his ideas were the best, and yeah-they were essential for the world's survival, but he still hated them. The endless bickering drained practically all his energy, and summit meetings lasted for a few days. It was absolutely the equivalent of Hell. But alas, if he didn't go his boss would choke him. He sipped on his coffee, looking over the empty seats next to him and stared at the clouds outside. They would be arriving soon, and the blissful silence and repetitive kicking at the back of his seat would soon be missed.

America's POV

The arrival was as quick as promised, and I walked off the plane with my backpack thrown over my shoulders. I walked over to the bag pick-up line and waited as the suitcases came rolling through. My eyes felt drowsy. Must've caught something on the plane. I rolled my bag through and out the airport to a cab that was already waiting for me. Wasn't enough that my boss bought me cheap-last minute tickets but he also was apparently "too poor" to afford an actual ride to my hotel. I had an overnight trip so I could arrive on the day of the meeting. Quick planning Barack. Good job.

The ride was silent, and all I could think about was sleep. I was so tired and jet-lagged I only wondered why my boss thought that having a trip there the day before was smart. I rubbed my eyes, while touching my nose and drawing mucus. A cold? Gross.. I pulled out a tissue, and wiped my nosril. The meeting was in a few hours so I could only take a short nap. Any longer and I'll be late. I won't hear the end of England's rampage. 'You tit! Why are you always so late!' 'Bollocks America! Why must you be so incompetent and not peer at your watch more often?' 'Even the frog gets here on time! Who's to say how long he spends on his disgusting hair!' I groaned, thinking about it.

"Everything all right back there?" the driver said in a thick German accent while looking back.

"Ye-yeah." I sighed. Resting my head against the door, I looked out. I hope we arrive soon.

~(so many time skips haha)

I dropped my bags and flung myself onto my bed. I felt like utter shit. Literally, like combine a cow's crap with the garbage dump behind a McDonald's and that's how I felt. Maybe even worse. Damn, what did I catch? Felt WAY worse then a cold. Waaay worse. I set four alarms on my phone, labeling them funny names like 'Get up' or 'I said GET UP' or my favorite being 'fine bitch keep sleeping idgaf' Haha! Oh man, I'm the best. I happily put my phone down, and quickly fell asleep on my bed.

When I awoke, the time was 8:29-meaning I had only an hour. I jumped out of bed and rushed to my suitcase, digging through my clothes until I settled on a blue suit. I pulled down those fold-able ironing boards. I dug through the drawers until I found the irons they provide and quickly turned it on, jumping around for it to heat up.

"HEAT DAMMIT! JUST, UH I DONT KNOW! HURRY UP!" I was on my toes, quickly running to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I finished, I came out and saw that the iron was steaming. I pulled out my suit and started ironing it to take out the endless wrinkles.

"Done!" I smiled, holding up my suit with pride. I unplugged the iron, then put my suit gently on the bed-just to rush over to the bathroom for a quick shower. I dried myself off, then quickly threw on some underwear(ohh-lala c;;;), my suit pants, and a white shirt dress shirt. I grabbed a tie, threw on my suit jacket, then grabbed my backpack, rushing out the door. I hailed a taxi, jumping into the back seat.

"Schloss Elmau* dude! Step on it!" I yelled, pointing at the driver. He nodded, then started off. I took a deep breath. Only 15 minutes until the meeting starts. I might just make it. The shower helped with the weird cold I had, but soon enough I was feeling the effects once again. Only, everything was just multiplied by 100. As we pulled into the front of the hotel, the mountain landscape and open area all around was calming. It distracted me from my crappy flu just enough. As I stepped out of the car, my legs suddenly gave, and I almost fell to the ground. The cab driver stepped out of the car and ran around to where I was.

"Are you okay?" his thick accent would've made me laugh if only I hadn't felt like passing out. I held up a hand as he was reaching over to help me stand.

"I'm fine. Really." I got up, wobbly, and brushed off my dirty pants. Great, now England's gonna' think I was playing a sport. I nodded at the driver, pulled out a few America dollars which he took then walked away. I probably gave him more then was needed, but who cares. The cab pulled away, and I slowly made my way into the building. The glass doors welcomed me to a clean, polished, wooden material. I made my way to the front desk.

"I assume you're here for the meeting?" The front desk lady was smiling, keeping her compusre stiff and still. She patiently waited for my response, to which I quickly nodded. She walked around the desk, and to my right.

"Follow me." We walked through the beautifully decorated hallways and right in front of two large wooden doors. I could already hear yelling. I sighed, thanking her. She walked away, and I slowly pushed down the golden handles. The door opened, and the rush of screaming was awful. I instantly felt like I was inside of a daycare center for pre-schoolers. I slumped my shoulders. The cold was really getting to me now. I wanted to fall down. I quickly made my way to my arranged seat, and threw my bag onto the table. I relaxed in my chair a little, then leaned on the table and put my head down, covering my face.

"I say! America! Can't you be a least a bit more proper and arrive on a timely-" I waved England off. I couldn't see him, but I could feel how irritated he felt after I did so, but I didn't care. I sniffled and was starting to sweat. What the hell did I get!? I could feel the pressure on my chest grow each time a took in a breath. I leaned back into my chair, panting. I wiped my forehead, feeling enough water come onto my hand to cause worry. I had never seen a country become so sickly from just a illness. Was something happening in America? I leaned my head on the edge of the table, looking down at my lap. I slowly pulled out my phone and tapped the internet app on it, typing in CNN's URL. I scrolled through the front page, and everything seemed normal. Nothing terrible had happened. Even after I refrreshed a few times, I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. So I wasn't dying.. I only felt worse with each passing second. My head began to pound as the bickering only seemed to grow. I looked around and everything went muffled and seemed blurred-like I was slowing down and the world was too fast for my brain to process. I couldn't breathe. I started gasping for air, holding my throat. Something touched me shoulder.

"America?" England mouthed, who had obviously been watching me. I stared at him, until suddenly everything grew black.

A/N: You know you be writing something exciting when your own heart starts to pound with anticipation as you're writing it. ;3 There were some parts I couldn't help but insert comments xD Don't judge me ^3^ I luff America. He's my bby. Aight, anyway- I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Fave, Follow, and Review if you want more!

*Schloss Elmau – Hotel located in Germany that will be the host of the G8 summit this year. (Yes I know in my story it's a World Meeting not a G8 meeting but I was lazy and why not. Also it'd take too long to actually research hotels in Germany. Well, not too long but it was easier.)