Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or Optimus Prime. I do, however, own Florida (OC), Minnesota (OC), and any other states that may pop up at random times.

Sorry, needed to get that out so I wouldn't forget. HOLY CRAP THIS IS REALLY LATE! SOOOOO sorry, guys! My excuse: I have none. _"

!~America POV~!

"For the last fucking time! SHUT THE HELL UP!"

Everyone froze, turning their heads to look at a hooded and pissed Canada. He had a good reason to be pissed, too.

Turkey and Greece had their hands around eachother's throats. Allied and Kumajiro were fighting. Germany was hiding under the table (How'd that happen?). Minnesota was texting. I was playing poker with Florida, Prussia, and Denmark. The rest of the Nordics were chasing Iceland's puffin. Russia had a blushing China in his lap with that creepy smile on his face, playing with the asian's hair as Belarus glared at them, sharpening her knife. Switzerland was yelling at Japan for agreeing with everyone while poor little Liectenstein was trying unsuccessfully to calm Vash down. Sealand was arguing with Iggy about being a real country. The Baltics were using the emo corner, so France had to sulk in his chair for not being able to molest Ukraine (Or England). Poland and Seychelles were exchanging fashion tips and gossiping about boys (Mostly Lithuania). Spain was talking to HRE, who was leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed, glaring at France from under his hat.

Anyways. Like I was saying.

When Canada yelled, everyone froze and looked at him. He was seething, which is saying something, since Mattie usually NEVER gets mad.

"Now. If we are going to have any chance in hell at saving Italy, everyone needs to fucking sit down!" my brother growled, making everyone scramble to their seats. Prussia pulled Canada into the seat next to him, whispering in Mattie's ear and eventually getting him to calm down and remove his hood. Note to self: Have a little talk to Prussia about Mattie's feelings.

"Who are you texting?" England asked Minnesota, who still had her cell out.

"One of the Italies," She responded, not looking up. Usually, she refused to call South Italy 'Romano', seeing as "He's Italy too!"

"Which one?" Spain, HRE, and Germany all asked.

"Well…" Minnie glanced at the phone's screen. "Half the words he texts are stuff Liechy isn't allowed to hear…"

"Romano," We all said (except for Spain, who gave a 'Lovi~')

"Okay, first things first," Germany said. "Did you get a DNA match on the collar?"

Iggy stood up, along with Sealand. "Sealand and I checked," Iggy said, Sealand grinning like a mad man. "There's three different prints. Cat, which was obviously ignored. The other two were humanoid, but they werent' found of any of the human's databases."

"So we made our own 'Representitive's database'!" Sealand said excitedly. "We only identified one: Norhtern Italy's."

"However," England said. "We have confirmed that the unknown DNA was Italian."

"Romano's?" I asked.

"No, America," Engalnd said, rolling his eyes. "We checked all known countries' prints. None match."

"Wait a sec," Florida said, grabbing Minnesota's cell phone.

"Hey!"

"Minnie's been telling Lovino everything that's been going on here, right? Lovino says that there's a nother representative of Italy. Well, Italy's Mafia, to be exact. But, no one knows where he is, or if he's even alive."

"So, Ita-kun was captured by the Italian Mafia?" Japan asked.

"Seems so," Minnesota replied, taking back her phone.

"Well, that's a start," Holy Rome said.

"We should build a huge robot, like Optimus Prime!" I exclaimed. "Then he could hack into cameras and stuff to look for Italy!"

" I disagree," Iggy said. "That's worse than your superhero idea for global warming. Plus, Switzerland and LIectenstien can hack into cameras and help look, as well."

Although my outer expression didn't change, I deflated on the inside. Iggy was my big brother, it really stung when he told off my ideas…

Minnesota and Florida apparently knew this, too. Minnie gave my hand a squeeze, and Florida gave me a pat on the back.

…I love my kids.

!~Minnesota POV~?

I could tell Dad was disappointed. Nantucket wasn't as straight as normal, and he didn't bother to fix Texas. I squeezed his hand, giving him as small smile, which was gratefully returned.

"I disagree with both America and England," France said.

"Nobody asked you, you bloody frog!"

"I disagree with France," Holy Rome muttered.

"So, you agree with both of us?" Dad asked.

"No. I just disagree with France."

!~;~?

A/N: And there it is! Okay, question. If you had to label one song as the ultimate American song, what would it be? I'm stuck between American Saturday Night (Brad Paisley), Made in America (Toby Keith), and It's America (some Country artist XD).