Xnasha: Hey people its me again!

Readers: Y U TAKE SO LONG! (Gets out torches and pitchforks)

Xnasha: Pleasedon'tkillmeIhaveavalidreason! (Turns to JHO14) Ihadavalidreasonright?

JHO14: Don't look at me. I don't know you.

Xnasha: (Gulp) Here readers, take this chapter as a worthy sacrifice! Riots aside, we have a more serious topic.

JHO14: So Xnasha and I had a conversation (Translation: Fangirl brainstorming) and we both realized that if we wanted to do this fic justice we're going to end up breaking the three-shot limit.

Xnasha: But because I am the more paranoid out of the two of us, I wanna know your opinions about the length of this fic.

JHO14: Drop us a review, or give us a PM, whichever.

Edit:

JHO14 here.

So I decided to change the pairing here because well...

Xnasha: BECAUSE SHE IS CURRENTLY OBESSSED WITH AmeriCan

JHO14: well that, AND that because it fits the plot better...so yeah. Enjoy!

"It's just...

...I had a date."

America frowned absent-mindedly.

It was a relatively rare expression on the idealistic, naive country, but it was there today.

"Alfred, what's going on? You're not feeling sick because of the recession again, are you?" The blond man snapped from his daze before flashing his blinding smile at the other blond. "Oh hey Mattie, I didn't see ya there! What's up?"

"Nothing much...but you still didn't anwser my question" Canada said as he walked over to his brother/lover. "Tell me what's wrong, Al, or I'll have to force it out..."

"Oh?"

Alfred's grin grew devious, his blue eyes glinting behind Texas. "Oh? Force it out?" He purred as he walked towards Matthieu, forcing him to lean on the wall. The other man was flushed like a tomato. "How exactly are you gonna force it out?"

"Huh...w-wha..oh god Al, really? And you call me the perverted one. Anyways, just answer the question. What's bothering you? And don't say nothing, Alfred. I can clearly see that something is happening."

"Nothing's wrong babe! Everything is absolutely fine!"

"Al, please..."

"Really Mattie, everything is cool! I'm perfectly fine!"

"...You're sleeping on the couch tonight."

With that, Mattie walked away whistling.

"...wait, what? I'm sleeping on the...MATTIE!" The man ignored him. Alfred stared bemusedly at the back of the other nation. "Oh well. Time to go and visit Mr. Sleeping Beauty and see how he's doing after his seventy-year nap."

Everything had changed so much, in seventy years.

Seventy years, in which he had stood still and the world ran ahead, leaving him behind.

Nick Fury had offered him a place with the Avengers, and he had accepted. He was still a wimpy teenager at heart, even if he had seen things that no teen should have to see.

Today the Avengers were in Washington, D.C., to discuss one of the most troubling terrorist organizations (more like crazy 'I came from Heaven and I am going to take over Earth' people...) they had faced in quite some time.

Iron Man, a.k.a. Tony Stark, coughed to get everyone's attention. Spider-Man and Red Hulk were both pigging out on the food provided, while Wolverine was just staring into the distance, taking swigs from his whiskey bottle.

"Hey, where's everyone else? We're missing quite a lot of people at this meeting." Iron Man's voice 'frowned', as he looked around.

Spider-Man looked up from his food and said with his mouth full, "I think they're all off doing their own thing lately, and unless you've invented some kind of telepathic device, we can't get in touch with them at all."

"I see, so who exactly IS coming?"

"Um...well me, you, Red Hulk, Wolverine is over there, Nick, Captain America and..."

BANG!

"Who the hell..."

"THE HERO HAS ARRIVED!"