The World Was Here First

002: Big

"Voiceless"

America is too big.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. If I did, there would be more truth to all of those hints.

I knew what was happening the moment America lost his voice. No, I had known about it before that, but I never said anything. I remained silent, because it wasn't my place to speak up. It wasn't like America would have listened to me, anyways. We hate each other. We're supposed to, anyways.

It had started out as a normal meeting. Everyone filing in to their seats, some less eagerly than others. I was one of the ones who was not anticipating the outcome of this meeting. If America was allowed to run anything, we would all find their downfall sooner than we'd hope to.

America had everything set up, as well. He was prepared, for once, which was, needless to say, surprising to most of us. And just as he opened his mouth to start the meeting, his voice had died out. It came out strong on the first syllable of his word, but then faded the moment after that strong note. Not even he had been expecting the more than sudden fadeout. Again and again, he tried to speak, to project his voice and illustrate his point he had planned, but nothing more than a faint whisper ever came out.

If ever I've seen China or Russia happier, I can't think of it at the time.

Everyone gathered at the summit had been shocked. The most well-known of America's main points was his ability to talk on and on. That his voice had disappeared seemed to be a relief for many, but not exactly a good relief. Or, at least, I wasn't very happy with it. Not that I had been looking forward to his (quite frankly, ridiculous) presentation in the first place, but something bad must have happened if his voice had suddenly just decided to cut out on him.

China decided to take things into his own hands and saved the summit from being a waste of time. Germany was relieved about that, and so were many others, but America was stuck sitting alone at the table. He was surrounded by so many others, but he was also so alone. It made me think about things.

After things had ended, I went to go talk with Canada (I remember his name, thank you very much). Canada said it was something about his people no longer having the freedom to speak for themselves. That America was becoming a place of strict rules. And, in defiance, a lot of the residents had stubbornly refused to speak out any longer.

It was really worse than I had thought. Since his people were beginning to lose their will to speak, America no longer had the voice to speak. America, that once sought after and unobtainable land of gold, had been reduced to this.

I'll be honest, I wanted to go throw up right then. It was horrible and dastardly.

The other thing that worried me was how China came to me a couple of weeks later, a sad smile on his face. He wanted to discuss things about America with me. America was still unable to speak at all, so he could no longer run the summits. I thought maybe he had an idea to help, and so I listened carefully. What China told me that day still makes me quake in fear.

"I want to pull all of my stock in America out, aru. He's beginning to crash, aru, if you couldn't already tell. So, I will place my stock in you, aru, instead, England."

I wanted to break my perfect British gentleman demeanor and punch him for that. Taking all of his stocks out of America would kill him!

So I did the next best thing that I could; I pleaded for some time to think about the offer, since it was a very great one to take. Luckily, he took me up on that, and is willing to wait for a couple more months.

Shit. I know what my boss is going to say if I tell him about this transaction offer as well. He'd take it in a heartbeat, because he doesn't really care about America. I don't really care for America.

...But he used to be my younger brother. I used to love him so much...

And now, now that bloody git has gotten himself so sick that he can't even move out of his bed. He's voiceless, defenseless, and on the brink of collapse. Well, I don't want him to collapse, to go away. I want him to stay the way he is! I like the way he is, as boorish and annoying as it is! It's who America is! If he changes into something else...

Blimey, I think I'd go insane if that wanker decided to change.

Canada wants to help. He is America's brother, after all. And he says America asked him to. He tells me that America asked him to ask me to help him out as well. I'm not entirely sure if that's smart on my part, as getting involved in this could only mean a headache for my boss and myself, but I want to try. Bloody hell, if those Americans aren't thankful for the freedom they had, that they won, then I'm just going to have to remind them why they wanted freedom in the first place. Oppression is really not my cup of tea, not now at least, but it would be great to see those gits getting riled up and rejecting their ruling government once more.

I can only wonder if this will really help, if this is the right thing to do. America's gotten too big for himself to handle, and now he's laying sick in bed. He's too big for himself to handle. And I really, really hope that he's not going to change on me if he does make it back to a self-sustaining position.

Because I don't want to lose him. Honestly.