A/N First Hetalia fanfiction so bare with me. Also I'm sorry if I didn't give characters enough lines in this chapter. I promise you they'll have their fame later

Disclaimer: don't own hetalia

Chapter 1: What's up with America

Waves from the Atlantic Ocean crashed upon the shore of an island where eight nations stood, France, England, Russia, China, Canada, Germany, Italy, and Japan. The wind blew against the back of France's silky blonde hair as he gazed around at the piece of land before him, "Iz zis really one of America's states?" He questioned in his heavy French accent.

"No you twat this an island that's apart of the South Carolina colony." England replied in a harsh tone glancing over at the other countries.

"Well I was thinking that because I mean if your land which iz just a few isles be a nation. Why can't this be a state?"

"Why you little-"

"I zink you mein state." Germany said correcting the green eyed nations formed mistake and interrupting the current argument.

"I do not care what this is. America choose bad place for meeting." China remarked still bitter by how his panda which he loved so dearly had been splashed by a wave when they were leaving the boat.

"Does not matter, America no come I kill him." Russia assured China in his twistedly cheerful voice.

"Japan, do you think they'll have pasta here? The ladies on shore were really nice." Italy spoke as he tugged on the suit of the uncomfortable shortest nation, oblivious to the conversation already occurring. Japan simply nodded his head as he took a step away from north Italy.

The group stood quiet as they looked for the young country to greet them. The island which they stood was simply a small court yard of green with a large grey building that was a short walking distance away positioned near a cliff.

"Bloody hell, America!" The British country yelled breaking the silence, "you said you'd be here."

"Maybe he iz related to you. After all you alwayz are late to meetings because you are fixing your eyebrows." France smugly said.

"Oh be quiet it."

Germany groaned, he for one was certainly not in the mode to witness one of France and England's fights. Focusing on the building he saw a figure slip out a window and start briskly walking towards them. "Shh, I zink it see him." The Germanic country stated interfering the other two.

It was now clear that it was in fact the young country. He obviously looked like he had been in a rush to get prepared. The nation was just now putting on his suit coat over his vest, and fixing his hair. "Yo dudes!" America said as he came a closer distance to the group. He was brushing off what seemed to be dirt from his pants. He pushed up his wire frame glasses and gave a small smile.

"Good you here, I was going to use my pole." Russia remarked holding up a steel pole which he definitely did not have in his possession just moments before. America began to open his mouth-

"Why you choose a stupid place for stupid meeting?" China said cutting off America before he could even utter a sound.

"Not my choice, man. It was the bosses. Said Washington DC just isn't the place this time." The blue eyes nation replied with a shrug. 'Besides if it was my choice we'd be far away from here of all places.' He thought.

"Better question why in heavens name were you 15 minutes late?" England questioned. His eyes inspecting his younger brother.

"Calm yourself," America said, "let's just redo this whole introduction and pretend I wasn't late, ok man?" Obviously he was trying to avoid the question. The 5'9.5" country took a few steps back and then started walking towards them as he did before, but in a more casually manner. "Yo dudes, England, France, China, Russia my man! Italy what's up? Germany, and my friend from the east Japan! Let's get to the meeting." The western country gave an even bigger simper, trying to ward off any unwanted attention

"I'm here, too." Canada finally spoke up.

"Oh, didn't notice you there. Well we don't have all day to talk about... Umm whatever were here to talk about. Lets get going!"

Germany couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he followed the youngest of the group.

Italy was already talking with America. Something about how the ladies in the States were very pretty and how he was talking to one before he boarded the boat to go the island. Strangely, America didn't laugh or intervene, but simply just nodded at Italy's comments.

Waiting until Italy finally paused from speaking Japan spoke, "If I may ask Mr. America, is this one of your houses?" Everyone knew America had a variety of places to stay at. He always bragged about it during other UN meetings making comment about how using one of his places would be much better then having it an England's house, which he always dreaded due to the bad food and memories.

America bit his lip. What he supposed to do, tell the truth? This place held a bad memory, 'I could probably play around it' he thought. 'I mean after all. After I grew independent from England no one really gave a shit about the rest of my life.' Well dude," he began stuffing his hands in his pockets, "I have like over 50 houses!"

"I'm fully aware. But is this one of them?"

"Nah, it's just some boring old tourist attraction for you know foreigners."

Japan nodded then turning to Germany stated in a whisper, "I did not see this in my tour book I purchased at my home." Germany nodded.

The group finally made it to the old grey building which look similar to a prison. Stepping inside, they were greeted by a myriad of different types of American military uniforms, weapons, pictures in glass cases lined up against the wall. England scoped around the lobby a peculiar flag hung next to America's. It wasn't of any country he recognized a red "x" with stars was on it. As he opened his mouth to ask America the British man was cut off by Italy who was look at a framed oil painted picture showed a dark grey fort on an island being hit by cannons and catching fire. "America!" Italy cried pointing at the painting, "Where is this from?"

America put his arm around Italy and dragged him away from the painting, "It's just some uhh old drawing of who knows what from who knows where." Italy seeming to be satisfied with the answer nodded. "Come on dudes!" The glasses wearing country yelled as soon as he noticed the other nations looking at the stuff.

The gold haired nation opened up a door along the side of the hall way. Inside the room was the usual set up for a UN meeting. A long table featuring seats with name tags and a glass of water and coke to enjoy, America's personal touch. "Will we get a tour of ze place later." France asked. Although he wasn't too fond of the blandness of the building, he was intrigued by America's history, not knowing most of the event besides the occasional times he helped out the younger country in a battle. Besides he was curious as to why the western country was acting so weird.

"No!" America blurted out. All eyes focused on him. "I mean, no, this is just boring old crap. Nothing to care about. Now why don't we start the meeting?" He started to sink into his seat with an awkward laugh. Still the other nations looked with curiosity. He took a long sip of his coke. "Germany why don't you bring the meeting to order?"

England sat puzzled in his seat trying to think of what happened at this location that his "brother" was sensitive about. It must have happened after the war of 1812 when he tried to gain his relationship and brotherhood with the younger country back. Whatever it was the British country along with everyone else wanted to know.

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a/n If anyone is OOC or anything please tell me. Also review