Haha, I actually really enjoy writing America XD He's so fun~ His thought pattern is so different from how I imagine everyone else thinking, even the Awesome Trio, who might be the closest.

So! I wasn't going to make this a multichapter. But then I heard somewhere that someone had aalyzed why the great empires of the world had fallen and then analyzed America and found that America is actually showing each and every symptom atm. Uh, mind, I don't remember whre I heard this, source may not exactly be trustworthy... o.o;

This could not be happening! It just couldn't! It... everything was.. he had worked so hard! It couldn't... just... Everything he had worked for just couldn't be falling apart! How? Why? It made no sense! And how in the fucking name of whatever that thing England always swore on could it have happened so fast?

Out of breath, honestly, out of breath? He didn't get fucking out of breath! It just didn't happen! It didn't! Nevertheless he was... breathing a little deeper than he usually did after having made it to England's house as fast as possible. Probably made a new record too. Yeah. That was it. Due to his amazing record-breaking speed, probably passing the speed of light at least, his body may not be quite used to it. Yeah. He wasn't even really out of breath and it definitely wasn't because he was getting weak. It was a slight recession. A minor set back.

He knocked on England's door, impatiently waiting for the elderly nation to open it (he didn't care what England said, he was way old! And he acted it!).

The handle turned and, impatient (hadn't he already gone over that? But this was an emergency and England could surely explain, even if he did it in an old and dusty and boring way), America grabbed the icy cold metal (it was February and, fuck it, it was fucking cold, and GOD, he hated winter) and ripped it right out of England's hands. Because he was awesome. And the strongest. Not because England had predicted it and let go, returning his hand to his cup of tea, resting comfortably in a pure white saucer as thin as bloody paper. He raised the cup, taking a small sip and only bothered rising a questioning eyebrow as he lowered it again.

And America had not been quiet and let England make the first move and stuff because he was still out of breath. He was just being polite. Yeah. Because England liked fancy shit like politeness.

"Denmark just withdrew from NATO," he finally said.

"So I heard," England replied, calmly. Like Denmark had not been one of the staunchest, most steadfast, most reliable of his supporters world wide. True Denmark was kind of a small country and he hadn't always been able to remember him or tell the difference between him and Sweden (or Holland or Netherlands or any of the other Scandinavians) and Denmark had probably been so supportive of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization because he was so small and not very strong and having a lot of strong allies seemed like a good idea in such a situation, but still! Denmark was only the last of an entire string of European countries and Canada who had chosen to withdraw. All that was left now was, well, him. And England, of course. Why didn't England seem more concerned? Why wasn't England panicking?

Not that he was panicking, not at all, of course not, he was the hero, no Hero, capitals were important, it made it extra significant, and he certainly wasn't panicking. The reason he had gone to England's house in three times the speed of light was because he had been worried England might be panicking or at the very least feel a little nervous and, oh my God, he was really good at hiding that, maybe he should get what was left of his Hollywood actors to take lessons from this guy?

"Doesn't that worry you?" Like, at all?

"After the others it was just a question of time." Another. Fucking. Calm. Sip. "Frankly it's nothing short of a miracle he stayed as long as he did. Maybe he forgot he was a member."

America quite forgot to breathe for just a few seconds. "That's the only thing that concerns you?"

"Denmark can be a little absent-minded, sometimes."

"Absent-minded?" What were they talking about, now?

"Well, yeah, when it suits him. Sometimes he's infuriatingly sharp. I'm still wondering if those are flukes."

"But... I thought we were friends."

"Don't be naïve, boy. He's European, he'll only be your friend while it's to his advantage and you no longer have the necessary strength to extend help to him, should he be attacked. Your economy is crap; you can't afford the kind of military you once could. He'll be looking for other allies... You better hope he won't realign himself with Russia."

"Russia?" No. That couldn't be. That would be a disaster! Besides... Besides, Denmark didn't agree with Russia at all, right? True, he was social-liberalist and that was awfully close to being a communist, but... Russia. That would be disastrous. Especially since Denmark had asked him to withdraw from the Thule Air Base. Well, okay, he couldn't very well afford to keep the northern base active, but... he needed that radar. Even if Fylingdales and Clear together pretty much covered the same range, but... Thule still covered all of Russia's north coast, and if one radar failed, knowing you had a back-up was awfully nice. "H-he wouldn't do that, would he?"

"You don't much follow foreign politics of other nations, do you?"

"Well, uh, some? But mostly possible threats, yanno? Like Russia, Pakistan, Iran..."

"Mmh, of course. And Denmark being a small country, Russia pretty much lost interest after the 90's. Denmark doesn't buy fuel or other natural resources from Russia much and Russia doesn't buy much from Denmark. They don't have much direct political contact, really. Nevertheless, you should've noted that whenever Denmark had the presidency of the European Union, he always worked to make the cooperation with Russia smoother. He's worked very hard to get Russia closer to Europe. Another instance where I can't tell if it's for the sake of old friendship or because he predicted that being on good terms with Russia would be to his advantage eventually." He sipped his tea again, letting the situation sink in. "Really, boy, 'know thy enemies' and all."

"But... Denmark isn't my enemy."

"Well, he sure as hell isn't your friend any longer." England sighed, running his eyes over the younger nation. The much younger nation. Really, this was why he had tried keeping the idiot sheltered; Europe was a pack of wolves. Or hyenas... Parasites? Rats? Either way, they'd use you for as long as they could, then discard you like a wet rag. They were survivors above anything else, discarding pride like you'd discard your favourite coat if your enemy was aiming for it. America... hadn't learned that lesson. He hadn't wanted America to ever learn that lesson, had wanted to let him keep that innocence and hope. Sweet, little America, who had given him everything he had always dreamed of, only to rip it away just when he had come to rely on it. "Speaking of which, neither am I. You'll receive and official notice as a soon as possible, of course. Please note that after I've properly left, you will no longer receive warnings from Fylingdales."

"What?" No, no, no, this was all wrong, it couldn't be happening!

"You did not honestly think I'd keep a mutual defence pact with you after it stopped being advantageous? I can't afford to get involved when you're attacked."

"But... aren't we.. like... family?"

"Canada left." A raised eyebrow.

"Well... yeah... he did." But Canada lived right next to him and they still had other agreements and stuff and besides, Canada wasn't European and most of his roots were European, kind of, and if England left, then he would have no allies in Europe at all and Canada wasn't as influential and he liked being backed up by the mostly like-minded Europeans and, well, loath as he was to admit it, the Europeans did have a knack for understanding the Russian better than he did. He had never bothered to think deeper than it was because they had known him longer, but this... suddenly he wondered if the understanding may run deeper than that.

He refocused on England, still calmly standing there. There was no more tea in his cup, so he had at least stopped the sipping but now he was just standing there. Waiting. Which was at least as provocative as the infernal sipping. He finally admitted to himself that yes, he was panicking and yes, he had reason to.

"W-what am I supposed to do?"

"Hm? You're asking me? Well, that's a first."

"Quit kidding around! This is... fuck, this is serious, tell me what to do! Please!"

England tilted his head, debating whether he should help or not. "Pray. Wait and pray. No one's going to declare war immediately, you will have that long at least. And then you watch. And learn. Know thy enemy, America, and now... everyone is your enemy."

America waited a little, resisting the urge to shift his weight. But England had resumed silence, standing oh-so-collected and aloof. Like it didn't fucking matter. "That's all? Don't you have, I dunno, some little more helpful advice?"

England's lips twitched. "Well, and hope none of your states decides to break loose." He casually looked at his watch. In a move that clearly said that it was premeditated and that the result of the observation was of little consequence. "Why, will you look at the time." Couldn't he at least have attempted to sound sincere? "I have some rather important documents to shred, better get going. Farewell." And then he slammed the door.

NOTES OF RELEVANCE (Historical and stuff):

Denmark was among the first nations to recognize USA as a country and has supported America in all major conflicts he's been up to since at least the Cold War ended, as well as allowing CIA to conduct torture of suspected terrorists during in-flights over Denmark after 2001. ...*wondering why it had to happen above Denmark instead of, well, the US* Denmark's so small, what did they do? Fly in circles until they had a confession or what? The current secretary general of NATO is former Danish prime minister Anders Fogh Rasmussen. ...For everyone's sake, I hope his English has gotten better since the Muhammed drawing crisis -_-;

England, of course, has been even more supportive of America than Denmark, sending more soldiers and such. ...Well, Denmark doesn't -have- that many soldiers to send but, eh XD

Thule Air Base is placed on the north-western coast of Greenland. Clear Air Force Station is in the middle of Alaska and Fylingdales is a British radar placed in the middle of England. Its information is shared with US. US also got a radar on one of the furthest out islands of Alaska called COBRA DANE... Mentioned here because, seriously, wtf America, how do you name your radars? XD

Yes, Denmark is kissing up to Russia, though not as much as we've been kissing up to America lately.

America has existed for, well, 3-400 years. He's not considered a young nation because of this, mind. Plenty of European countries are much younger, Germany and Italy being among them. However, they still have a far longer history. America is considered young because his history started with the settlers. Natives may have populated America before that, but their history, tradition, and culture have had little to no impact on the European settlers crossing the pond, whereas Germany, who's less than 150 years old, can trace his culture and history back 1000-1500 years. Italy, who's of much the same age, can trace his even further, at least 2500 years. Other young countries with far longer histories would include Finland, Iceland, Czech Republic, Kosovo, Serbia, Greece, Belgium, Netherlands... But age for a country is such a tricky thing, I think, the difference between when an idea of a nation appears and when the nation appears as a nation state... yeah.

Choosing Denmark as example since, well, I'm Danish and I know Denmark better than other countries. Much easier to follow our foreign policies than, say, Sweden's.

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