America was flabbergasted. His mind was spinning, and he had no idea what to do. He paced in his room, trying to calm himself down.

"Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! FUCK! What the hell just happened?" Exasperated and filled with frustration Alfred slammed his fist into the nearest object causing a loud thud. I just wanted to have lunch with Arthur! That's all! Why did this have to happen? In fact, what the hell just happened? Did he just tell me he loved me? A confused Alfred wanted to shut his brain off. He wanted to just leave everyone and everything, well maybe just take tony, his alien, with him, so he could stop feeling. "Aghhh! Why do I have to feel like this?" Wait…this? What is this? Why do I feel like someone just took something vital from me? Why do I feel empty? "Am I hungry? That must be it!" Don't kid yourself. Aghhh I need help! But who can I talk to? Lost in thought Alfred picked up his dark-brown aviators jacket, glasses, cell phone, and keys to his bike.

Alfred left his room and headed towards his bike. As frustrated as he was, he still had time to admire the beauty that was outside his house. An MV Agusta F4CC, held its title in championships for over 20 years. Alfred was more than proud of riding a motorcycle that was equivalent to a Ferrari, the silky black of the seat complimented by the silver of the muffle. His biggest pride of the bike was how he had it custom made. He had seen hundreds of these bikes before, but his was special. If you ever got close enough to look at the mirrors, you could see he had made the manufacturer put in white letters at the bottom of the left mirror Alfred, and for the right one he had them put Iggy. He walked outside and sat on his bike, admiring it as if this was his first time seeing it. Man I love this bike! He stared at the mirrors and his proud grin disappeared. He saw the name Iggy in one of them, his mind was just as confused as his heart, and with a sad smile he traced the letters slowly as if they might vanish at any second.

"No need to get depressed" he said warily not really meaning it. "I'll just have to talk to someone, but who could I talk to? It's not like I can just talk to anyone 'bout this, I mean I'm America, the hero! If I can't handle my personal problems then everyone will think it's okay to have a nervous breakdown, and I can't have that." He took out his phone searching through his contacts for someone he could confide in. "Hmmm let's see, Italy? No, too air-headed, umm Germany? No, too soldiery… Japan? No, too emotionally unreadable. Maybe Russia? Ughh too scary." The simple thought of going to Russia with problems like his made a chill run down his spine. "China? Too feminine. Belgium? Barely know the guy. Netherlands? Too weird. Poland? Too stupid! Korea? Too otakuey. Canada? Who the hell is that? Bingo!" He looked at the name, not completely sure if it was a good idea, but whether it was or not he would find out soon enough. He didn't particularly like the guy, but desperate times call for desperate measures right? He dialed the number dreading the fact that he was so desperate he was asking for his help, or the fact that he was asking for any kind of help for that matter.

"Hey, umm it's me. I need to talk to you…'bout something. Ughh I'll tell you, but you have to meet me at the cafe in 15… hey… DUDE!... WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? Waddaya mean it's who are you doing? WHAT? Ughhhh just meet me in 15 'kay" He hung up the phone doubting his judgment. I've really hit rock bottom haven't I? All I need now is for zombies to invade me. No… I don't want that, I mean sure Poland would be safe cuz he has no brain, but people who are geniuses like me would be in terrible danger! I still don't get that guy though… what does he mean "It's who are you doing?" I've neve- Ohhhhhh- Ewwww! Really disturbed by the realization he had just come to; he started the bike and was on his way to meet the one person who might help him figure out what was wrong with him.

*15 minutes later *

As Alfred approached the café a knot started forming in his stomach. He really hated coming to this place. It's not like there was anything wrong with the country itself, it's just that the person representing it really got on his nerves, plus no one can match America's hamburgers it's not like they tried to anyway, they were "too fancy." The café "Le Bonaparte" was a pretty cozy café, with tables to eat outside and enjoy the view, covered by a red, blue and white tarp in case of rain. Alfred was more than happy the place was pretty deserted. This way he could talk openly without worrying someone might overhear. Alfred sat on a light-brown table by the glass window, catching a glimpse of the fancy interior. It had lamps on the roof, and also a special place for people who came in couples. He quickly averted his gaze, couples only depressed him right now, yet he couldn't quite figure out why. Okay, now I just have to sit here, and wait for this asshole. I told him to meet me here and he's not here yet! I might as well look at the menu, I am starving after all. Ughh I just hope they don't serve me any snails or anything like that. Blah! I know I'm a pig and everything, but that's taking it too far.

Alfred was about to order when he saw two figures approaching his table, one which was taller that the other, was holding the other person close, and they were walking in a semi-hug. He noticed the smaller man was blushing as the taller man whispered something into his ear. He then realized who he has been waiting for finally arrived: France. He hadn't expected him to bring company, but he thought he knew who was with him. He recognized his face, but he just couldn't put a name to him. They walked hand in hand towards the increasingly depressed Alfred.

" 'Ey America, v'y did you call me 'ere for. I vas kind of in ze middle of somezing." At the last statement the man next to him couldn't control the blush that covered him from ear to ear.

"So is that what you meant by "who are you doing" instead of "what are you doing?" I kinda figured, but I'd rather not have that kind of image in my mind, thank you very much." The man who had been quiet up until now smiled shyly at Alfred.

"Hey bro, watcha up to?" America was slightly puzzled, but made sure not to show it. Immediately he realized who he was talking to was his brother, Canada.

"BRO! What's up, and please don't say anything about France's "vital regions," I honestly don't want to know," said Alfred playfully to his brother, who was cherry red. "Anyways, I called you here France cuz I need…. your help." The words were barely above a whisper, Alfred didn't really want anyone to hear —although there was no one near.

"Ze great America need 'elp from moi? Vell is zis not an 'onor!"

"Yeah yeah yeah, drop the sarcasm frog I'm serious. Me and Igg-I mean England had a fight. Your supposedly the "expert in love" and stuff, so I need your help." He blushed realizing he had just used the term "love expert," it puzzled him because it made it sound like he loved Arthur, which was completely impossible. Wait love? Ughhhh why did I just say that, hopefully he doesn't notice. I mean it's not like I love him or anything, well maybe like a brother… I guess.

"O' do you now? I vill, but only because it's for my dear friend England"

"Thanks! How could I ever repay you? I mean I can't be in debt to you, I'm way too awesome for that!"

France glared at America's remark. Gosh zis kid is full of 'imself. "Nozing… for now," and with that a gratefully curios Alfred, and a mischievous Francis begun plotting the beginning of a catastrophe.

A/N: Yay for Franada, and I know that it's Iggy and I, but I feel like it's better like that because of America's speech patterns. Favorite and review please! :3 Edit: I am currently having technical difficulties; I have no idea how long it's going to take to fix my computer, so for now I'm going to have to leave the fic as it is. I will continue it as soon as I can.