It was a World Meeting just like any other. Italy cheerfully talked about pasta, Romano cussed out Spain, Russia sat with a smile on his face, watching everyone creepily. Greece was sleeping, a kitten resting on his chest as Japan tried to wake him as politely as possible. Canada was listening to France and England go at it again ("MY COOKING IS MUCH BETTER THAN YOURS, BLOODY FROG!" "My taste buds seem to disagree, Angelterre!"), trying weakly to interject and being ignored every time.

Finally Germany had enough of the chaotic atmosphere. "SILENCE! The meeting should have been underway twenty minutes ago!" All chatter and movement stopped at the harsh sound of Germany's voice. The attention of the personifications of the world focused on him, he quickly began his speech. He had to stop several times as small spats broke out between the other nations, but eventually he concluded and passed the stage to America.

The blonde had just begun his speech on world hunger ("We should, like, totally build a giant robot who can dispense hamburgers everywhere!") when he suddenly doubled over.

"Alfred?" Someone almost identical to America seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Germany vaguely remembered him-Kanameir? Canahas? No, Canadia. That was it. Canadia stepped over to America, placing a hand on his shoulder in worry. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah!" Gasped America. Germany did a double take. The nation's voice seemed to have skipped several octaves. "Absolutely! I'm fine." A weak smile fluttered over the burger-loving nation's face before being replaced by pain. "See? The hero is fine!"

The other nations watched in utter confusion. Most of them didn't remember Canadia was, unlike Germany, and were wondering who he was. However, Canadia was again overlooked because of his brother.

"No," The Canadian nation stated. "You're not. You need-"

America quickly leaned forward and whispered something in his brother's ear. The shorter nation's eyes widened as he began to understand. "Oh. Oh."

"What is it, Matheuieu? Asked France.

The bespeckled blond suppressed a smile. America sat down, wincing painfully. "He says that a plane crashed in," he coughed awkwardly. "In Florida. It's nothing serious, nobody died or anything, but it can't feel too good, eh?"

The guy nations who knew what Florida represented winced in compassion; Germany among them. It hurt, verdammt. The others were left clueless, but remained quiet.

After another minute or so, America stood back up and continued his speech. Although, Germany noted, his voice was still an octave too high.

Verdammt: Dammit in German.

Lol, what? I don't even know... This just jumped into my head when I should have been studying for Math and Earth Science. *coughcoughguesswho'sgonnafail*

Anyways, end fail is a fail .-. What did you guys think? This is my first Hetalia fic (unless you count the short ficlet at the end of my challenge that you guys should TOTALLY check out), so any pointers?

Speaking of the my challenge, I'd really love it if more people entered! Check it out, pleeeaaaseee? Shmanks darling. Review!