A/N: Sooo…. New fic, eh? Don't know how great it is, but I have a number of chapters already planned out. Have fun. It's an OC, I know. But there aren't too many Hetalia fics with OC's, so I thought I'd try one. And don't worry, this will never become crack, since I can't write that.

Nervous, I followed in Mr. America's footsteps as we made our way down the hall towards the conference room. I hovered behind him, as he opened the door and confidently strode in. I looked down at my feet briefly, weighing my chances of successfully ditching this meeting.

Quickly deciding that there was no chance of escape with all these nations mulling about, I moved into the room, hastening my pace in order to catch up with Mr. America.

Following Mr. America's taller frame around the room, I glanced around, gauging everyone's reactions to my sudden appearance.

A group of fair skinned and blond haired nations, whom I presumed to be the Scandinavian countries, didn't have much of a reaction; at least outwardly. Though their eyes followed me as I passed by their section of the conference room.

"Hey Norge! Who do you think that girl with America is?" One of them began to talk loudly, I could hear him clearly even as I moved farther away. "Look at her boo-"

I stopped walking and turned to stare at the nation incredulously. He was being choked by the nation next to him. The man was blue in the face before his tie was released.

The man who had been choking him then turned his gaze to me. I shuddered and quickly turned back around, following Mr. America once again.

That man had such a blank stare. And yet I could sense the threat of unimaginable torture I would endure if I were to do something wrong.

I shuddered again and moved closer to Mr. America. I ran into his back as he abruptly stopped walking.

Mr. America turned to me with a large grin plastered onto his face and gestured to a seat.

I nodded my head at him and sat down. I looked over my shoulder inquisitively at Mr. America, who had yet to sit down beside me.

"I'll be right back, Luc. I'm gonna go hang out with Iggy for a bit."

And with that, I was left staring at his back as he crossed the room to join "Iggy" and another blond man.

Now alone in a room full of strangers, I looked down at my lap and played with my fingers.
Suddenly, I felt something warm tapping me on my shoulder. Looking up, bewildered, I turned to see someone who vaguely resembled Mr. America sitting beside me.

"Uhh…" The person didn't seem to know what to say now that they had my attention. I just continued to stare at them, patiently waiting for them to find their words.

"Umm… So are you the assistant that got assigned to work with Alfred?"

His voice wasn't very loud. I strained to hear him over the noise from the rest of the room.

"Yeah. I'm Mr. America's assistant. The president wasn't very happy with Mr. America's work ethic. Or rather, lack of work ethic. So I was chosen to work with him to help get him back up to speed."

The boy looked a bit confused.

"You don't sound very happy about that though. Wouldn't most humans be honored to work with their nation's representative?"

I could feel my brow crinkling in anger as I began to reply.

"All I know is that my German teacher nominated me, and somehow I was chosen. If I had it my way, I wouldn't be here. I'd be at school, learning useless facts and talking with my friends."

The boy got a sad look on his face, and gave my shoulder a quick pat before turning and picking a small, white polar bear off the ground.

I gave the bear an incredulous look, before shaking my head and looking back at the boy. I held out a hand.

"My name is Lucrezia, but you can call me Lucy. Who are you? I'm sorry, I'm embarrassed that I don't actually know."

The boy gave me a soft smile and took my hand. "I'm Canada. Though you may hear me called Matthew, that is, if anybody actually remembers who I am."

"Why wouldn't they know who you are Mr. Canada?"

They boy, Canada, widened his eyes as I addressed him. He then began to stutter as he tried to form a response.

"Just Canada is fine. Or Matthew. I'm sure Alfred will tell you the same about him too. Just call him America or Alfred, he really won't mind."

I nodded once. "Okay then Canada."

Canada looked away; he seemed to be scanning the room. He then suddenly turned back to me as I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder.

I whipped my head around, following the hand up to catch a quick glimpse of America's face before he slumped into the seat beside me.

"I see that you've met Mattie, Lucy. But you'd better get out your papers and whatnot, the meeting is gonna start soon."

America then dug a hand into his briefcase and pulled out a Gameboy and a handful of games. He began pawing through the games and cried out triumphantly as he found the game he wanted, which he then slammed into the slot in the Gameboy.

I rolled my eyes at my "boss" and his stupidity. I then turned and yanked out a few notebooks and folders from my briefcase, along with a pen.

I turned with a jump as a tall blond man began banging the other end of the table.

Everyone is blond here. It's a bit weird. I wonder if it's a dominant gene in the Nation gene pool.

I stopped my musing as everyone quieted down.

"All right. That is enough. As you all know, I'm Germany, and I'm glad to see that you all made it to today's meeting in London. Now, we have a lot of information to cover today, so let's begin. Same rules apply as always, 10 minutes for each presentation, questions at the end. Who wants to start?"

I looked over at America to see what his reaction was. I was rather surprised that he didn't jump on the chance to go first. But then again, he was intently playing some game on his Gameboy. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't even know that the meeting had started.

"I'LL GO FIRST!"

My head whipped around, as I attempted to find the nation who had nominated himself.
I could hear Germany sigh loudly as he allowed the nation to have his turn.

"Hi everyone!"

What a cheerful guy. What's wrong with his eyes though? Why aren't they open? That's a bit creepy. And what's with the curl? Well… I guess I shouldn't judge since America has one as well, and of Nantucket to boot.

"So, Italy has been doi-"

I took up my pen and opened a notebook. Taking notes on what I deemed important, I listened closely to Italy's presentation on, well, Italy.

The next thing I knew, America was slumped over on me with a giant lump on his forehead, and I was slumped over on Canada. I pushed frantically at America's giant-ass body. Who knew that he weighed so much? Canada turned and tried to help me. Together, we managed to slide America onto the floor, where he stayed, passed out.

It was only now that I registered the sound of shouting. Another blond man (I see a trend) was striding over to me, yelling loudly and not looking very happy.

"You are supposed to be keeping him awake and attentive! I don't know why you were chosen as his secretary, but playing on a Gameboy isn't helping anyone!"

The man was bent over screaming in my face hysterically.

"I-I'm sorry. I was paying attention, I thought he was fine. I can always update America on what he missed later, when he can pay more attention."

I slowly stood up, so then I wouldn't knock heads with the angry man who just moved closer to me, once I was standing.

Suddenly, the man was farther back, in the arms of yet another blond, yet feminine, man.

"Hold on England. It's not the gir'ls fault. Besides, it's her first day."

The man then let go of England and moved towards me, daintily stepping over America's prone body on the floor.

"Bonjour."

The man practically purred at me as he said it. It was rather creepy really.

"I'm sorry about England." The man moved closer to me and whispered, like it was some great secret. "He has a little crush on your dear Alfred, I'm afraid."

"Stop telling the girl lies, you conceited Frenchman!" England shouted while flailing his arms around in the air like some kind of fly-swatter.

The man, who I can presume is France, wrapped an arm around my shoulder and steered me back into my seat next to Canada.

"My dear Mathieu, would you please look after little..."

France looked at me uncertainly as he fished for my name.

"Lucy," I supplied for him.

France looked relieved. "Look after little Lucy while England and I try to reawaken America, after his impromptu notebook to the face."

Canada gave a slight nod to France, and softly grabbed my hand, tugging me gently back into my seat.

The two of us watched as England wildly shook America. America's head flopped back and forth. France hurried over to the pair, chastising England for his rough handling of the unconscious man.
During all of this, I could vaguely hear Italy as he continued rambling about his country. Though it seemed as though nobody was really paying attention anymore. It seemed to me as though England's little outburst signaled to everyone that now was the time to stop paying attention.

Turning around in my seat, I could already spot one guy, who was surprisingly not blond, asleep on the table. A cat was sleeping on his head. Are there really no rules here? A polar bear, a cat, and – apparently, a panda too.

And then there was a guy with a pipe… Yeah… I'm not gonna think too hard on that one. And then those Scandinavians again, the guy with the creepy blank stare was not looking at me thankfully.
Germany began banging on the table again, attempting to keep order. But apparently, nobody really cared anymore.
I watched as Germany sighed and got up and walked over to Italy, who was still talking; oblivious. Practically dragging the small Italian behind him, Germany strode out of the conference room, pausing at the door only to yell, "We continue after lunch. Be back at 1."

And with that, Germany disappeared from my sight with Italy in tow.

I returned my attention to America and the two stooges.

America had finally woken up, and was now complaining about England's food. I sighed and packed my stuff into my briefcase.

Hefting the briefcase over my shoulder, I then packed America's as well, stuffing his Gameboy haphazardly into the bag. Shouldering America's briefcase as well, I made my way over to the group of idiots behind me after waving goodbye to Canada.

"Hey." I gently kicked America. He looked up at me, his eyes wide, trying to look pathetic.

"Stop that. Back away from the whiny Brit and come on, I'm hungry. And don't you daretry feeding me any of that McDiabetes crap!"

Mr. Angry British Man stopped his screaming, and turned to me. He tugged on his jacket and straightened his tie, trying to act all dignified. Hah!

"Well, Lucy. Why don't you two come have lunch with me?"

I gave Mr. Grumpy Face a stern look.

"I'll take my chances elsewhere. Preferably somewhere far away from you, where I don't have to look at your face."

Mr. Grumpy got grumpier. His eyes narrowed to resemble those of Italy's, and his eyebrows seemed to get bushier, which caused me to take a step back.

America stood up slowly, and grabbed my hand.

"Come on. Let's go grab some food Lucy."

I nodded my head and waved goodbye cheerfully to France, who smiled in return and handed me a rose.

I then followed America out of the conference room door, far more confident now than when I entered earlier today.

I slumped onto my bed in the hotel room America rented for us. I felt something underneath me and sluggishly pushed myself up. Reaching below me, I grabbed whatever it is and pulled.

"The hell?"

I tossed the greasy bag of… whatever it is… across the room.

It hit the bathroom door.

"Don't throw trash everywhere America! It's disgusting! At least keep it contained to your own bed!"

America opened the bathroom door and walked out topless, his glasses in hand.

"Wah? Sorry Luc, I forgot you were staying with me?"

I didn't like the inflection he placed on the end of his sentence.

"Next time, you are paying for two rooms. I'm not going to be dealing with your shit again."

America belly-flopped onto his bed; not caring about the mountain of wrappers that already occupied the space.

I shuddered and tried to prepare myself for a long night, and an even longer journey. I just had to make it around the world. I just had to make it back to America, and I would hopefully be freed from this horrible job.

I can't wait to get back home.

A/N: So, how'd you like it? Reviews please? If I made you laugh, even once? I'll even accept flames. I'm THAT desperate for reviews. It's hard to update without them to motivate me. Why do you think I update so slowly?