"Well welcome back America" France said getting up from his seat. America gasped loudly. His long hair was short and barely touched his neck and he now wore a blue jacket over a light purple sweater and gray slacks with black dress shoes.

"Your…hair…"

"Oui, it's short but I love it. Short hair is the style now and I see that they lack that up in space" America laughed "I suppose so"

"YOU'RE BACK!" Italy tackled him to the ground in a hug "Italy!" Italy's short red hair was now shorter and he was a tan air force uniform with knee high dark brown boots complete with a tan air force hat.

"Er dressing up for the army Italy?" America asked getting up with Italy. Italy smiled "No way! But Germany said this look looks good on me so I'm wearing it" America took a glance at Germany.

Germany's slick hair was still slicked back though his bangs hung out in the front of his face and his green military uniform was now dark blue and he had on his army hat of the same color with dark brown boots with matching gloves.

"Hello America" America nodded "Germany"

"Hello America" America turned to Russia and couldn't help but smile widely. His hair was longer as well. It was now long enough to be tucked into his plaid scarf and his bangs were passed his eyes. He wore a dark blue trench coat with black pants and gray boots with white edges on the top.

"What's up big guy?"

"Not much. It was pretty boring without you here I must confess"

"Speak for yourself. I was having a good time" England muttered. America sat down at his seat to get a better view of everyone. England's messed up hair was not parted down the middle and hung at the side of his face and his green military uniform was now a black shirt with a blue jean jacket over it and black jeans with matching converse.

"Going punk again England?" England huffed and turned away "I can dress how I want to America" America laughed then his laughter caught in his throat as he turned to see China.

China's long hair was as short as Italy's before he left and his uniform was the now a black suit with red tie and black dress shoes. "China…your hair…and clothes"

"I wanted to try something new and it's been working for me"

"I like your long hair brother" Canada said softly. America gasped and turned to his right to see Canada sitting there. His normal semi long wavy hair was now as long as France's before the cut and he was wearing a red Mountie uniform with brown high boots. "Alright! Another one who has long hair, good for you bro!" he slammed his hand against Canada's back and Canada nearly hit his face into the table.

"Sorry, don't know my own strength sometimes"

"America-kun…." America's big goofy smile turned into a kind smile as he turned to see Japan.

Japan has let his bangs grow to cover his right eye but kept the back of his hair short. He had on a red and white Hakama with brown zoris. "Wow Kiku…that uniform …and your hair…its….amazing on you"

Japan turned red and covered his face clearly not expecting America not to be so blunt on his new look. "Now that your back we have to discuss something that's been going on since you left" America turned on his serious face "What is it?"

"Ever since you left some kind of alien planet has been trying to take over" Russia said bitterly. "Another race? What are they?" America asked to which Germany shrugged "Ve haff no idea. They only talk to us vhen they haff something important to tell us"

"They talk to you?"

"Hai, Russia mostly since you and him own the space station"

"What have they said Russia?" Russia sighed "You must have felt hotter when you arrived here da?" America thought about it for a minute "Now that you mention it, it was hotter than I remembered"

"That's their plan. We call it Global Warming but they have a name for it, though they won't tell us, but anyways. They are planning to heat up the planet so bad that all humans, including us will die off then they'll cool it off and make it their home planet"

America sighed "Absurd but I believe you" America turned to Germany "I can talk to Tony, knowing him he's probably already knows about them"

"Russia can give you the coordinates"

"So is that what's the meeting's about?"

"Not all of it" England muttered

"What's next?"

"Remember what Russia said about them wanting to warm up the planet?" Canada asked and America nodded. "Well it's taking longer than they thought, so…they plan on killing off the humans"

America's eyes widened and he felt his mouth fall open "I come back to this huh?" America said more to himself than others. "We think they were waiting for you and Tony to leave because 3 days after you left they contacted Russia and told him about their plans"

"Well their heating up the planet plan is a fail obviously otherwise we wouldn't be here" France said messing with his hair. "So we need to figure out where they are located and defeat them before the 24th of December"

"Why before then?"

"They plan on making it the most memorable human Christmas ever plus that's when most of us have our guard down and at our weakest" Italy said softly. America shook his head "their nothing like the Pictos huh?"

"Don't we wish, if that were the case then we'd have Italy do the talking" China said. America closed his eyes and let his mind search for the aliens. It was a technique he had learned on Tony's plant. Tony had explained that all aliens have a certain aura around them and that you can find them by it.

It had taken America about 4 months to finally master it and soon he could name any alien within a 100 mile radius.

"What are you doing brother?" Canada asked. America groaned and opened his eyes "Give me some quiet please" he closed his eyes again and started searching. He found Tony, who was currently outside talking to his whale. He then felt a cold aura too and he figured it was the aliens before but he couldn't see anything.

He put his hands on his head and intensified his searching and finally he caught a glimpse of their hideout. He saw lots of trees, definitely a forest and a cave with some sort of barrier in the entrance when suddenly he was thrown from his vision and he came to on his back, lying on the floor.

"BROTHER!" America blinked and he saw Canada and the others looking down at him. "Okay who pushed me?"

"Nobody, you started talking a different language and then when Canada touched your shoulder you fell over" Russia said softly, worry in his voice. "A different language" he then felt a sharp pain in his head and grabbed his head. When he opened his eyes he was back in the forest.