Been reading way too much Hetalia fanfiction lately. XD Anyway, this is just something I'll update on a whim because it was made on a whim, and there isn't really any storyline or pairing's to this, sorry to disappoint y'all. But please enjoy and no flames, critism is welcomed so long as it isn't discourteous. Enjoy.

Alfred. Foster. Jones. That's the name I came into the world with, but most people replace my middle with 'Freedom' instead of 'Foster'. I've always wondered as to why… Haha, well off of that subject, you're probably wondering why I'm coming off so subtle. Well… I guess… it's because I can? Nah, dude, I'm not completely full of myself, though I put a good act don't I? Yeah, that's why I am doing this, honestly… Now where to start?

Y'know what, it's best I not tell you directly like this, how about you just read and watch as all this takes place in my P.O.V.? Sound good? Right then, let's go, this is the story of the Hero!

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"Rrrrgh…"

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"Mmmuurrrf."

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"DARNIT YOU DAMN ALARM CLOCK, PIPE DOWN!" I scream as I slam my hand onto the switch that turns off the alarm in the clock on my bedside table. Dammit, I hate having to come to the capitol every other month to go through a pointless world meeting that accomplishes almost nothing every time one is held. They last for a week and all the nations, including myself seeing as I am America, do nothing but argue and disagree on what we should do to make our world a better place. But most of all, I just hate the fact that have to return to this house for an entire week, this box with so many broken dreams and unaccomplished promises from the nation I once thought to be my 'Great' older brother.

'Ugh, why did I wake up this early again…? Oh right, I wanted to cook breakfast this morning for myself instead of having McDonalds, but I'm still gonna get grab some grub from there for lunch. Man I love that stuff!' I thought to myself humorously as I pushed my body upwards off my bed moments later. Five frickin' thirty in the morning, too early if you ask me, but I also wanted to get a run in before I started to get ready for my long ass, pointless day of arguing and messing around with the other nations. I wonder how England will fair with my attitude toady?

Chortling to myself as I made my way down the stairs in nothing but my boxers and a tank-top, plus my dog-tags under my shirt, I heard a noise in my kitchen. I halted for a moment in surprise because I thought I was alone in my house before I remembered… Canada, my younger brother, almost always stayed with me when the World Meetings' took root in my country. He must be cooking pancakes again by the appetizing aroma of maple, cinnamon, and anything else he used in his different arrangements of his buttermilk miracles. I made my way in the kitchen to see his baby pet polar bear (was he ever going to release it into the wild or put it in a zoo once it grew too large for him to carry?), Kuma- something was its name. Who cared at the moment I was hungry!

"Yo, Canadia." I greeted to the dude who looked a lot like me, who had had his back turned towards me as I leaned on the entranceway frame between the kitchen and living room. He jumped in surprise, nearly dropping the spatula and bowl of berries he was holding in either hand as he stood in front of the stove.

"Gyah!" He shyly yelped, even when frightened so suddenly his voice was very low-toned, I always thought it bizzare but whatever. He turned with a bit of annoyance on his face but at the same time he was smiling with embarrassment as he spoke, "A-America! Don't s-scare me like that, I could have dropped something and hurt myself!" he whined. I was a bit remorseful to know I might have made him accidentally hurt himself, but then again he had always been a bit of scaredy-cat, even without my 'help' he would get himself into trouble.

I had already started making my way towards the stove, passing the small island in my kitchen where his polar bear sat at a barstool, and leaning over his shoulder to see how far he was with his cooking. I wanted to make sure I could either help, if was just starting, or if I could go for a run if he passed a certain point in preparations where he wouldn't exactly need my help. I didn't realize I was leaning on him a bit too much, with my head weighing down his right shoulder, as I observed the pancake that was currently sizzling away in a frying pan. "America you're too heavy, get off!" Canada whined as he struggled under my weight, it was enough to snap me out of my concentration, despite his small frame.

"Ah-woops, sorry bro!" I call out as I bring myself up and let him straighten out his back again into its normal structure. After stretching out bit, flipping the pancake in the frying pan onto its other side, he turned to me and said I didn't have to be here in the kitchen, seeing as knowing 'me' I would only cause a catastrophe by either trying to help him, or just plain distract him. I chuckled a bit before letting myself laugh a tad more loudly at how right he probably was and I gave him a pat on the back, which of course knocked him to the ground. "Ah-haha, my bad bro!" I laugh, embarrassed at my own carelessness as I grab him by the color of his shirt and lift him up as if he were a feather.

"Well, I think I'll just go for quick jog if you've got breakfast covered here, see ya later Mattie!" I called while using his nickname, laughing as I ran away to my room to change into some jogging clothes, and all the while ignoring the annoyed scowl he was probably throwing at my back right then. Hahaha! Okay, now what to where for jogging, it's been getting colder lately since Autumn is turning into Winter very quickly, a little too fast if you ask me, Winter only reminds me of… *gulp* Russia.

'Okay, no need to think on that subject right now, no reason at all to keep thinking about that (former) Commie-bastard… But even now he's still a creep. Crap, I'm still thinking about it! Calm down Al!' I screamed in my mind as I rapidly shook my head in hopes to throw aside the bad memories that were crawling about. It seemed to work once I managed to succeed in making my head spin round like a top, "Ugh… not a good idea. Al, you're a real moron sometimes." I say to myself as I grab my head and hold it in place to stop the spinning.

After the room stopped being illusionary and separating itself into three distinct directions I made my way from my doorway to my closet at the far right of my room and opened it up, I decided to go with my navy blue jacket and sweat pants. On the left breast side was a white star, while the lines traveling own the sides were red; always red, white, and blue with me, but whose complaining?! Exactly, no one except the other countries, but who cares, I am the Hero!

Checking the clock on my nightstand I saw it was already six o'clock, crap onto the run! As I grab my cell and slip into my pocket I nearly slid down the stairs in my haste, but I caught myself and made it to the front door to slide into my jogging shoes, I heard Matt call out to me if I was alright. "Yeah, I'm fine! Call me when breakfast is ready and I'll be right back, see ya bro-ha!" I yell as I latched open my front door and swiftly fly out into the cool morning air, I had forgotten to zip up my jacket… and stretch. I slow my pace once I reached the end of my block and began stretching properly while using a street lamp as support occasionally; there now I'm all loosened up!

The first, like fifteen minutes of my jog consisted of silence except my growing pants as I paced myself through my neighborhood to a park that sat on the outskirts of it, across the park was the World Meeting Conference Association building, so the park also acted as a garden to the building in a way. I made it to the a few minutes later and started down my normal path around the area, passing some other joggers, some early morning dog walkers, and a few landmarks, like a fountain or a statue. Sometime later as I was making my way around the middle of the park, judging by because of the huge fountain that sat in the center, I stopped at a drinking fountain, only to hear someone call behind me.

"America, is zat you?" A familiar voice called from my right. I lifted myself back up to end up staring into Germany's piercing azure blue eyes, he was a pretty intimidating guy if you didn't bother to get to know him very well, course I didn't know him too well either like Northern Italy, but I at least knew he had his good sides. "Vhat are doing here? Out for ah jog?" He asked me.

"Huh? Oh yeah, a bit, I just kinda wanted to get out this morning." I answered as I started to stretch a bit more for more jogging.

"Vell, how about ve jog together a bit ourselves, it might be gut to get some type ov plan situvated for ze meeting." He offered.

"Huh… Yeah, that's sounds cool brah! Well let's go!" I cheered as I started to jog ahead of him; he started to follow seconds later and caught up to me with no problem. We started to discuss some things about how we would approach several difficulties that may pop up in the meeting, sometimes I'd give a good decent opinion/ option, but most of the time I was being sarcastic to try and keep the mood not completely boring with politics. Yet, I guess he was taking me too seriously on some of my comments by the befuddled look on his face.

We had ended up on some brick path surrounded by trees and bushes when heard something rustling from beside us, we both halted, and stared cautiously at a moving bush waiting if anything going to lash out at us. And then-! "GERMANY, GERMANY, GERMANY! Help-ah me-ah!" Popped out a frantic North Italy, otherwise known as Feliciano Vargas. He was the younger of two brothers that represented the north and southern halves of Italy, for someone older than me he was a lot more childish and weak-willed.

"Vhat?! Italy, vhat's vrong?" Germany had apprehensively asked as he clutched the Italian's shoulders in his hands and calmed him down. "Now explain to me vhat is ze matter." He instructed as he settled his friend onto a nearby bench, I just stood at the other end of the bench in mild concern for the poor guy; he looked really shook-up about whatever was scaring him.

He sniffled a bit before he took in a deep breath, at Germany's instruction, and began his rant. "When I-ah woke up this-ah morning and saw you-ah weren't-ah there, I thought you had been kidnapped! So run out of your-ah room, but I couldn't tie-ah my shoes so I-ah kept tripping, and eventually I accidentally tripped into-ah big brother France's lap and he-ah started acting very weird!" He explained very shakily as he started to cry a bit harder now, "Waaah! Germany, I was-ah so scared!" He balled as he locked his arms around Germany's neck.

Germany sighed and patted the back of Italy's hair before he guided him back down to sit on the bench again, "Zere, Zere. Az you can see I am perfectly fine, I vuz vith America, now let me see your shoe's, I need to tie zem." He calmly told his Italian friend as he kneeled and lifted his friend's foot onto his knee to start and tie the laces together. Italy was sniffling every now and then but he seemed to be getting calmer, heh-heh, these were really good friends. It's always nice to have a friend who you can help out, like lending your home to them for a bit… like I am with… Tony…

'OH CRAP, TOOOONNNNYYY! I LEFT HIM BACK IN NEW YORK CITY!' I started to freak out and apparently the other two countries noticed my distress.

"Ve~? America, why the scared face?" Italy questioned with strained worry.

"N-noth- nothing! Hahaha! I just forgot about something that I need-uh… go take care of, no need to worry yourselves over it. Whelp see ya guys at the meeting!" I yell as I sped down the path and through the park as I pulled out my cell and dialed my apartments' number. I could've sworn I passed by France who had a weird smile on his face but who knows, the phone was ringing and Tony wasn't-!

"Hel-lo?" Came a high-pitched voice that I only knew about.

"Tony! Ah great you're alive man, thank god! I'm so sorry I forgot to bring you with me buddy, how are you holding up?!" I screech into the phone as I exited the park entrance and started my way home.

"Okay." Was all he answered, but then I heard something that sounded like he was slurping a drink through a straw.

"Tony? Did you go out and get food?" I asked him as I halted mid sprint on the sidewalk, skidding a bit.

"No~. Order-in. Used green paper you hide behind T.V." He answered. I sighed in relief; good he really did know how to follow my instructions of how to get food and use money to pay, instead of objects in my house.

"Ah, that's great. Okay man, sorry for worrying, just don't leave the apartment until I come back; I don't want you being taken by any government scientists or whatever." I advised and I heard him say 'okay' again, and then the line went dead. I hadn't realized I had started walking again, what's more, turning on the corner of my street, when he hung up. It was a load off my shoulder's knowing he wouldn't be getting into any trouble soon if he listened to my instructions well.

I reached my front door and opened it up to the smell of Canada's pancakes, bon appetite to me! I practically skated on the tile in the kitchen before I skid to a stop to see Mattie already halfway through his stack of pancakes, his freaky polar bear in his lap as always as he sat on a barstool at the island in my kitchen, and a massive stack of the Canadian's best delicacy across from him. Immediately I bolt to Mattie and squeeze him breathless in a grateful hug, his polar bear flying off his lap. "Awesome! Mattie you're the best!" I hollered while he started to choke on a bite of pancakes he was probably in the middle of swallowing.

I think I felt him hitting my arm to get me to stop hugging him, either way it was about time for me to halt on my affections and eat anyway. He started to gasp and wheeze as he slammed his fist to his chest, he succeeded in making himself not die, but I didn't notice and when I looked back up from my plate a few minutes later he was nowhere in sight. I guess he left to go get ready for work and get the hell away from me, even his bear was gone. Well I had to get moving too, it was nearing seven thirty and the World Conference was at nine o'clock.

I stood up off my chair and picked up my dishes, ran them under some hot soapy water, and ran a cloth over them to make 'em nice and clean. Ha, I could even my reflection! I rinsed them off but I left them in the sink, I'd put 'em away later in the evening before dinner. Next thing I knew I was walking up the stairs, down the hall a ways, and into the bathroom across the hall from my bedroom, locking the door behind me. I peeled off all my clothing, opened up the towel closet opposite to the sinks and mirror, grabbed a towel, and started the shower. Before I stepped in I halted, my glasses, Texas, and my dog-tags were still on my person, I had almost forgotten about them.

I turned back to the sink area, rather the drawers below them, and carefully placed my two most precious items in there. Practically the only time I ever remove either of those possessions of mine is when I shower or go swimming, I don't know what I'd do if I lost them. I crept back into the shower and hosed myself down, followed by shampooing my hair and scrubbing my scalp vigorously. I turned around so I could rinse out the suds completely as I raked my fingers through my hair and not get any of the shampoo in my eyes, that crap stings, and lastly I slathered a wash cloth in some body wash and scrubbed anywhere and everywhere on my body. My arms, my chest, legs, abdomen, and ect. I could even reach my back without the help of a loofah. (If I can do a back flip to avoid an alien hoards color-draining laser attack, I can reach behind my back to wash myself!)

After I made sure I was completely rinsed I turned off the water and slid the shower curtain open, grabbing my towel off of its hanger to dry myself. As I finally wrapped the towel around my waist and took out Texas and my dog-tags out of the drawer, I turn to the sink to begin brushing my teeth. I exited the bathroom later on and just walked through into my bedroom that was right in front of me. Next, the usual, under clothes, slacks, white dress shirt and tie, and then my suit top; all stacked irritably on my body, man I hated to where fancy clothing. Where's my bomber jacket…? 'Ah, there you are you sly dog you!' I cheered to myself as I located my favorite jacket and slipped it on. I was now complete!

I exited my room when I finished working my feet into my uncomfortable business shoes and started down the hall to the stairs. "It's about time you got down here Al!" Mattie 'yelled' at me, but he sounded as if he was talking at conversation level instead of shouting, he's always had whenever he started to try and be macho. I know it's a bit asinine and rude to talk about my brother like that but this is how he's always been, shy and not really managing to push himself a little harder to make his person known. I looked up at the clock in the lobby area before my front door and see that the clock read nearly eight, we had plenty of time.

Canada sometimes over reacted like France, good thing he wasn't around him for too long to gain too much influence from him, but then again it wasn't really fair to the kid to be left in the care of England and his… 'food'. Even I still get nightmares about those horrid memories, yeesh. I mentally shook myself out of my thoughts and started towards my way out, grabbing my keys to my Harley and my helmet off a hanger, Mattie picking up his keys to his own vehicle and both of us exiting my home. I locked the door and walked up to my garage door, opening the sucker up to pull my baby out for another ride, but I wish it'd be a road trip instead of fifteen minutes down the road.

We arrived at the Association and made our way inside to the Grand Conference room, literally the biggest room in the entire foundation. Mattie went to his own seat, which wasn't too far from mine but still a few seats away from me. Seems we weren't the first ones here yet we definitely were not the last, so I just decided to watch who was here and who was coming through the door from my seat. At the table I saw China and some of the other Southern Asia nations; Taiwan, Hong Kong, and Japan was even hanging around them, normally he tried to find the farthest seat from China but I guess he was only there because of Taiwan.

Minutes passed, other nations came in and took their seats, but soon enough I saw a familiar, unwelcomed face… Russia. I shuddered mentally, the only thing that ever keeps me from not completely groveling at that guy's feet like other countries do is that fact that I know it only takes one, five foot-four platinum blonde in a sexy maid outfit woman named Belarus. All it takes is the sight of that brisk and nimble devil of a female to bring all six foot-four, two hundred and twenty pounds of Ivan Braginski to either his knees or make him run faster than a mofo while screaming like a kid. God help him if she using knives in her escapades to claim him as her husband… Eventually everyone had made their ways into the Conference room and I placed my head in my hands, it was going to be a long day, and in turn, a long week.

"…meri…" Something whispered to me.

"…meri…ca." There it was again, who was it, and what were they saying?

"Oy, America! Wake yup you bloody wanker!" England shouted into my ear. I snap up with a jolt and a 'gah' but was interrupted half-way when my head made hard contact with something that felt like concrete. I also heard a crunch-like noise while others around me gasped or 'ooh'ed' with pain, but that could've been anything, and something it was as I heard a certain familiar voice screech out a few words that sounded like French. But wait… I heard England's voice beckoning me to wake up… oh who cared about that right now, the back of my head was throbbing like hell!

"Ouch! What Britain?!" I hollered as I finally brought my eyes to open up to the lights in the Conference room, and latched my hands to the back of my skull where I hit it.

"Are you alright chap?" He asked me hastily.

"Yeah, but who the hell did I ram into?!" I questioned as I hissed at the bump that was already engorging on my head.

"Well, you ran into old frog-face there lad. Bloody good hit if I must say." He said with some amusement towards both mine and France's pain. I turned in several directions to find him until I looked behind my seat to see England's old rival lying flat on his back grasping his bloody nose in pain, hissing in the process. He was surrounded by Canada, Spain, and Italy, they were trying to get him to let go of his nose so they could see how badly our skull's made contact. I stood from my seat and turned to France.

"Hey, you okay France? Sorry man it looks like I fell asleep." I apologized as I offer my hand to bring him back onto his feet. He grasped it and I pulled him up, he had a small glare directed at me but it faded, I guess he understood and forgave me. Canada called him 'papa' and led him into the empty chair next to mine; Spain finally managed to get some tissue's up the French-man's nose. Great, the damage wasn't as bad as I thought, but there were a few dried droplets on his white suit, that wasn't going to wash out well.

"America-san, are you ar-rightu?" I heard from behind me.

"Yeah, I'm good Japan. Thanks…" I answered as I turned back to face Britain and, now, Japan, Italy was a few paces behind them next to Germany. "What time is it?"

"It's mid-day, time for lunch. That's why we woke you, though it'd do you good to skip a meal or two fat-ass." England commented as he patted my stomach, which was actually toned quiet well. "I imagined you also had some of that heart-disease on a bun with a side order of high-cholesterol sticks and diabetes in a cup this morning." He mocked and he started to laugh and Japan was trying to lecture him on how rude and unnecessary that insult was, but the Brit was too high on top of Big Ben to listen.

Normally I'd just ignore him or retaliate with something about how slowly killing myself with that food was better than eating his horrifying cooking any day. But instead I just kept quiet and shook my head in annoyance; apparently he had noticed my lack of retaliation and looked up at me with something crossed between bewilderment and concern. "H-hey, are you sure you're alright America?" He asked, I 'hmph'd and shoved my hands in my pants pockets and stormed off. "America?!" He called after me, but I was already turning through the doorway. Why was I so pissed?!

I hadn't realized my answer until I had already returned from McDonalds and started finishing up my lunch alone on the roof of the Association; I was leaning against the small rail that acted as a tiny fence to the edge of the roof, my legs dangling lazily. 'That's right… the reason I'm so edgy is because I'm here.' I thought to myself as I looked at the city that surrounded me. On the horizon I saw a few skyscrapers and architectural political landmarks, in the mid-horizon a shopping area and some restaurant's, and then right in front of the Association was its opening gates. Behind me was the giant park area and passed that was my neighborhood, sometimes I wished I could ride my motorcycle through there to get home, it's so much quicker than the roads. The quicker I can get away from this place the better.

"A-America?" I heard from beside me a ways. I snapped out of my thoughts and turned to see Feliciano, his older twin brother who looked like he didn't want to be here, Mattie, and Japan, Germany was by the roof entrance a few paces behind them.

"Oh… yeah, hey." I said solemnly and whipped my head back to the landscape, swinging my legs in boredom.

At least until I felt a hand on my shoulder, Mattie. "America, you don't seem like yourself… I-I mean don't get me wrong, i-it's good when you're not totally being eccentric and an asshole, but u-um… wh-what I mean to say is-!"

"I got it Mattie; you're wondering what the hell is wrong with me today." I answer for him as I cross my arms on top of the railing and lay my head lazily on them, still keeping eye contact with him.

"It'z not just zat." Germany said as he approached the group. I noticed in the background that that Romano guy was glaring at Germany something fierce but I turned my attention back to him as he took to my free side. "Everyvhere else ze Vorld Meetings are held you act as ve normally see you: Asinine at times, overly excited, and very loud, but vhenever ze Meetings take place here in your country you become very much ze opposite." He explained as he brought himself to squat onto the railing and look at me.

"Si~! It's as-ah he says America~! Why are you always-ah so down in the dumps, do you not-ah like your country?!" Feliciano questioned.

"What?! No! No, no… it's just, haa- you guys and others already know some of my history. This capitol has a lot of history to it…" I answered. But I guess it wasn't completely answering their questions by either the confused looks or annoyed expressions.

"So… what you mean to say is sat your-u capitoru opens some past scars…?" Japan asked. I just nodded my head and then forced myself to my feet.

"I'll live though, let's all go back to the Conference room! 'Kay bro's?!" I say with a cheery smile. I wasn't sure if they believed my act but they went with fortunately and soon we were all back inside heading to our chairs to go on with the meeting. I could feel Britain's eyes, though, on me from time-to-time during the Conference.

By the end of it all I had been given several pamphlets and documents to review over for a few personal meetings that I had to attend to tomorrow. I finished asking Canada to take them in his car since I came by my bike when I heard my 'favorite Brit' call out to me, "America?"

Canada seemed to be using that invisible thing he could do very well at the moment because I couldn't see him anywhere, that, or he ditched fast for home. I turn towards him, "U-uh listen chap, I didn't mean what I said." He tried to explain as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"England, you told me a 'gentlemen' always says what he means." I reminded him, finally using those old lesson's he shoved into my brain as a kid against him. But I wasn't doing it to get back at him, far from it.

"Well I was in no way being a 'gentlemen'!" He shouted with a blush creeping on his face from how flustered he was. "I-I was… I was being a right-foul git. A complete wanker a-and I'm-!"

My hand made firm 'pat' sound as it collided with his shoulder and I smiled one hell of a cheeky grin. "Ha-ha! No worries, dude, I was just being pissy because I didn't eat any of my heart-attack food or anything for that matter. Whelp see ya later bro-ha!" I call out gleefully and started making my way for the door when heard England mutter something half to himself and half to me.

"But Canada told me after you stormed off that you di-!"

I played dumb once again, "What'd you say brah?!" I say as I stop myself from disappearing completely out of the door way and hold the frame in my hand.

"Ah- Um… nothing. Just as long as you know what I was trying to say earlier, we're done here aren't we?" He asked while looking away shyly.

"Course England! Well see ya dude!" I wave to him and then it was off I went.