Hetalia does not belong to me but the plot does and George!

The important Questions are these so for:

What happened to America?

What made America hide from the other nations?

What is the big secret with Alfred and George?

who you think George should date?

On scale of 0-10 how much would England react to George calling him grandpa?

The last Question I want to give away is:

What's with George?

(Still not answered)

Chapter three

Meeting: part 2

(George W. Jones Pov.)

Silence was deafening as it descends upon the room the moment everyone fully sees who has entered. I gaze at the man with the same reflected face as me. His expression is of bewilderedness and his violet eyes shine with confusion. A moment passes and his facial features change into wonder and hope, his eyes now showing happiness and a bit of betrayal in their depths.

My hands tremble like leafs as I try to get my beating heart under control. I look around to see the other nations giving me either a stunned or confused stare. Grandpa's hand was still stationed on my back, stopping my instincts from going into flight.

'My God, has the world gone mad! Who is this individual? My father never told me about having a brother.' I then imagine my father in front of me having a sheepish look while looking at me with his bright blue eyes, while his mouth remark "Oh, ya! I forgot to tell you, I have a brother and you have an uncle! Surprise!" 'Yes, he would do that, especially when we are hiding from the countries.'

Drawn from my thoughts, I focus at the situation on hand to find that everyone is mostly silent with lingering whispers from time to time. I knew then that this is the calm before the storm and that many conflicts are to come.

"America!" a loud whispery voice cries out from my doppelganger as tears overflow his eyes when he quickly approach me.

When he reaches me his knees give out as he grasps both of my shoulders with his hands, gripping the fabric tightly, using my body as support. A moment after he envelops me into a tight hug with his head resting on my chest. I feel my clothes getting soaked as he lets his tears rage out.

With my free hands I try to sooth him by rubbing his back gently. Before I knew it, a current from the connection from my father came in heaps of grief and sadness and drowning out my emotions, letting tears fall one by one down my face. I feel like a puppet as my emotions were controlled without my permission.

Another body joins us from behind me, hugging me as well. I cannot stop my tears from flowing no matter how hard I try. Looking up I see a teary-eyed Grandpa facing us. He didn't come to hug us, but that was ok for I knew that he has a hard time expressing his emotions.

I glance behind me, and to my surprise I see the French man hugging me and his eyes also in tears. Though we all were crying, I don't feel the overwhelming emotions so when my eyes finally dry up I know this will complicate things for they believe me to be my father and with my crying reaction I displayed, my escape will be deterred and convincing them that I am just a random person is down to 0%.

The moment ends when the man who hugged me first, looks at me with his ancient eyes and as I stare back, his eyes widen as confusion and fear is set in. He shakily backs away from me.

He whispers "What has happened to you, brother?"

Though the voice was quiet, I knew that the whole room heard him clearly.

Knowing that I should quickly straighten this whole mess out I respond "I am sorry, but I think you have me mistaken for another."

Immediately his eyes narrow and he takes out a hockey stick out of nowhere. Pure anger shows on his face as he says "Alfred F. Jones, don't you dare mess with me! For the years have been miserable and worthless since I've last seen you. Year after year I have been searching, month after month I have been praying for you, week after week I hoped that you were still alive, day after day I've torn myself up with self-blame, hour after hour I lived my life like a rerun with no goal but to see your smiling face!"

Though he is talking about my father, I feel guilt for I am the reason that America disappeared. I then give him a saddened but truthful look as I blankly say "Sir, I am not the man you believe me to be. You shouldn't get too attached to a stranger that may look like the person you are looking for."

Before I know it the look-alike grasps my face and looks at it. His eyes are fearsome and analyzing me as I felt an overprotective and frosty aura come off him. I subconsciously use my father's aura and let off the same essence as him.

"You are America, but you are not regaling us with lies. Tell me young man, how is that possible." Grandpa said in a strong English accent.

"I do not know sir, but if by chance I am who you think I am, I would have amnesia, but I do not therefore you should get that silly thought out of you head." I dryly say.

An uproar stirred as the men and women start conversations with vigor. I hear many saying on the line . . . of America having amnesia, or this is our chance to take advantage. I see the doppelganger get in front of me, protecting me from the others' eyes of hunger, longing, sadness, and pity.

Grandpa I noticed moved to my side with fire in his eyes and a frown on his lips, while the French man's lips were also in a frown, standing protectively on my other side.

All went quiet as we hear a loud obnoxious groan from the floor near me. The white haired man gets up slowly, stretches out his arms, looks around, and with a look of utter confusion, asks: "What I miss?"

Iggy Iggy Iggy Iggy Iggy! CANADIAN OVERPROTECTIVE RAAAAAGEEEE!

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A/N: All Georganites, pay attention! I'm dying from lack of reviews! SEND HELP. Detailed, please. They are far more effective in helping cure my illness. I am on my deathbed as I speak—

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