I was surrounded by darkness, I couldn't see ahead of me, and I couldn't see what I was standing on. Everything was just, black. suddenly, there was a light. It was just a floating light in the middle of nowhere, it sort of resembled a fairy. When it got closer, I could see that it clearly wasn't a fairy. The bright light started to dim, revealing it's identity. For some reason, I drew out my hands as it slowly floated closer. Something about it was just, fascinating. I didn't dare look away. The glowing object gently landed in my hands and the light was no longer bright enough to hurt my eyes, but bright enough to be able to see the thing in my hands. I ran my fingers through the glowing red petals and stared at the sparkling green stem. It was a rose. "You will need this," a voice said. The voice sounded a lot like... my own? Yes, that was unmistakably my voice, but I know that those words didn't escape from my lips. It sounded far off in the distance ahead of me, and the words ecoed around the dark area. Actually, I couldn't speak. I tried to ask who the voice was, but as I mouthed the words nothing came out. I glanced up from the rose to search for the person, but instead my surroundings instantly vanished.
"America wake up," I heard a voice whisper. I lifted my eyelids slowly to see a Canadian gently shaking my shoulder. Once our eyes met, he realised that I was awake and stopped shaking me, "Sorry, but we're about thirty minutes away from the meeting room. You should get ready, I brought an extra suit for you to borrow."
"I thought that we had to stop at all the other countries first?" I murmured.
"We did, you were sleeping the whole time," He said.
"Oh."
"Yeah, the suit is in the bathroom incase you were planning on taking a shower."
"Sure." I sat up and dragged my feet to the bathroom while still barely awake. I unclothed myself, and then I hopped into the shower. The warm water massaged my back, and soaked my body. It looks like I won't be having a cold shower for a while thankfully. I poured shampoo into my hands and scrubbed my greasy hair. The soap smelled like Rose's flower shop. That reminds me, I haven't called Rose in a while, maybe I should. After all, she could possibly help me with figuring out the dream. Maybe the dream meant something, she would be the person I would want to go to if I needed help with anything related to flowers after all. The flower seemed like the main focus of the dream, when I took my eyes away from it, the dream ended. Also it was the only thing there, besides the presence of another human being. The voice was definitely the thing that threw me off, it was mine, yet I couldn't speak.
I reached for the body wash after I realised that I have been standing in the shower just thinking about this single dream for ten minutes. I have a habit of over thinking, and this dream was driving me crazy. What if it really was just a pointless dream, and it had no significant meaning? A Normal person has random dreams all of the time, right? Then again, I'm not normal, actually, can a country even be called a person? Am I even anything? After all, I am just a made up identity that has been a mental substitute for this body. It's depressing to think about, but it's true. What if I'm not a substitute through? What if I'm a pernemant replacement? What if this is pernement memory loss, and America will never return?
I suddenly heard pounding on the door, "The awesome Prussia has to piss, quit showering the speed of a girl and get dressed!"
I sighed, "Whatever, I'll be right out." I turned the heavenly warm water off and dried myself with a pure white towel. The tan suit was uncomfortable and itchy, how do business people wear this all day? I quickly combed my hair, which did nothing to that stupid cowlick that always stands up, and opened the bathroom door. "There you go," I said as I passed Prussia. I entered the lounge room of the jet where all the other countries were excluding Prussia.
Britain sat up from the couch and rubbed his back, "France, next time you design your own jet, make sure that you get more than one bloody bed!"
France shrugged, clearly enjoying the Englishman's discomfort, "I figured that since it was only my jet, I would only need one bed for me and a random partner that I wanted to spend the night with."
"I don't care, this is the second night in a row that I had to sleep on a uncomferable couch!"
"You volunteered to sleep on the couch that night," He said with a smirk.
"That's because you paired me up with that bloody Rus-" Britain stopped himself as he noticed that Russia was staring at him with a playful smile on his face. "Never mind," He muttered while crossing his arms over his chest.
"I find it amusing that you're complaining when you didn't have to sleep on the floor," Russia said.
"Sorry about that Russia," France said.
"It's alright, where I am from it is very cold, at least it is very warm in this jet. As long as it is warm, I do not mind." He then turned his head in my direction making me jump, "Hello America, I believe that you have been standing there without a greeting for long enough, da?"
I nodded as the rest of the countries glanced up from their spot realising that I was there.
"Good morning America! Do you want me to make you some-"
"I do not want pasta, thank you Italy," I replied quickly.
Germany stared at me questionably, "Didn't Russia have to take your food away yesterday?"
"Well yes, but I'm not hungry," I honestly just don't want to be more of a burden that I already have been.
As if reading my mind, Japan spoke up, "America, we do not mind making you food. Anyway, you will need your strength for this meeting."
"Your talking like I'm going to fight someone."
"Fights always break out during these meetings," Romano said. "So I wouldn't be surprised if one of the nations tried to kill you."
"Romano, stop trying to mess with his head," Canada called as he walked into the room. He was pushing a cart full of food, "I made pancakes!"
"Yay!" Italy cheered. He jumped up from where he was sitting and grabbed my hand, "Let's go eat some pancakes!" With my hand in his grasp, he ran full speed towards the cart, causing me to stumble over my own feet. luckily, the room wasn't too large and he only dragged me fifteen feet, he then stopped with no warning, which ended with me hitting the floor with my face.
"What did I miss?" Prussia asked as he entered the room.
"Nothing," I said as I pushed myself up from the red carpet.
"Well obviously something happened since you're pancakes!" He cut himself off as he realised that there was food. He rushed over to the cart and started to pour the baked batter onto his plate.
"Prussia leave some for the others," Canada complained.
With about seven pancakes piled onto his plate, Prussia stopped, "You're right, I should move onto the maple syrup!" With that said, the Prussian started to poured the thick liquid onto the plate, drowning his pancakes. I watched as Canada struggled to stop Prussia from pouring the whole bottle onto his plate. Prussia playfully shoved him away and mocked his whining before being pushed to the ground. "Canada! Almost all of my pancakes fell off my plate!"
"Good, now you have a regular amount."
"I only have two!"
"congratulations, you can count."
France let out a whine, "There's maple syrupy pancakes all over my beautiful rug!"
"You have Canada to blame!" Prussia called out as he plopped down on the couch with his plate of food.
I grabbed a plate of pancakes as Canada apologised to the complaining owner of the jet, and took a seat next to Britain. Maybe he can help me figure out the dream, "Hey Britain, what's the meaning of a rose?"
"A rose? Why do you want to know?" He asked.
"I had a dream last night, I was given a red rose."
"Well that has a simple answer, red roses symbolize love. Everybody knows that!" France stopped his argument with Canada and sat down next to Britain.
"Shut up frog, nobody asked you! He asked about my national flower, not yours, so I will be the one to answer the question." He then turned his attention to me, "A red rose can symbolise ones show of love and passion"
"That's what I said!" France whined.
"Shut up! You didn't let me finish! But a red rose can also symbolise respect and courage. Did anything else happen in your dream?"
I shook my head, "No, the main focus was the rose, there was a voice that said I needed it."
"I would go with courage then."
Britain looked like he wanted to say more, but Italy cut into their conversation with a cheer. "We're here!" Italy grabbed my hand and dragged me to the nearest window, "America, meet America!"
I stared through the glass at the landscape below. The jet glided over a large city full of people, in the distance I could see the white house. "Does America live with the president?"
"No, he owns his own house in Virginia," Russia said.
"Why doesn't he?"
"Because nations are busy," Canada said. "Whenever they get the spare time, they spend it at their own house, visiting others, or visiting parts of their country. Whenever America was working on something important with the government, he would stay at the white house."
"Oh, so what should I be expecting for this big meeting?"
"Well a lot of nations are going to question you, then they will argue, no progress will be made, Germany will have a mental breakdown, we still argue, then it ends," Britain said.
"That's it?"
"Yes."
I let out a sigh of relief, "I thought somebody was going to get murdered or something with the way that Romano described it."
"Oh well Britain forgot to mention that part," Russia said with a smile. I stared at him wide-eyed as he continued, "But there's no need to worry, only about five nations die a year, the strong ones survive. Then again, you're pretty sick, they can probably kill you off in thirty minutes... maybe longer. It depends on how good of a fight you put up. You would have to be really good at fighting to avoid being murdered by all the countries, there's a lot of them. They will probably make you suffer first though. Breaking your bones, spooning out your eyeballs, eating your flesh while you're still alive, small things like that." He laughed as I stared at him horrified and let out a gasp.
Prussia glared at Russia, "Don't listen to him, he's not awesome. No nations die during these meetings."
"A-Are you sure?" I still couldn't get the mental image of multiple nations torturing me out of my head.
"How could you say such a thing?" Britain asked Russia, "You're going to scare the poor popper to death."
Russia continued to smile, "I couldn't resist, his face now is just too funny!"
"This is not funny," Canada said turning to Russia. "He has gone through enough, you do not need to push him into being afraid of the countries."
"My little story didn't affect him that much," He then turned to me, "Da?"
U-Uh da, I-I mean sure."
"We are landing!" France called out.
Canada turned his attention to me, "Are you ready America? If you are not then we can always tell them that you're not coming."
I nodded my head, "Nothing as small as a story is going to change my mind," I said eyeing Russia. "I am definitely attending this meeting."
"Alright then let's go," Romano called. "I need to have a word with Spain when we arrive."
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I bit my lip nervously as the ten of us walked down the main hallway. The building looked plain from the outside, nothing that would catch the eye of a passing citizen, but it resembled a mansion on the interior. The historical paintings were attached to the peach wall paper and marble sculptors were in front of the gorgeous white windows. Every piece of wood in the building was nothing less of mahogany and every chandelier hanging above was nothing less of glass. "Are we attending a meeting or being introduced to royalty?" I questioned.
"We often end up competing to see who can design a better building for world meetings," Britain said.
"Mine is better," France murmured.
"Mine is the best," Britain replied.
"The exterior of my building is actually nice."
"The exterior of your building is not creative. In my building, the exterior is plain to create surprise for when they see the interior."
"It's the same thing here," I said.
"I know, the bloody yank took my idea, and changed it."
"How did he change it?"
"He also made it into a hotel for when nations visited him."
"Really?"
"Yes, he made a hotel room specially designed for every single country."
"Wow, how did he do that?"
"I don't know, I didn't even know that he knew most of the countries he made rooms for existed, let alone design a room for them based off of their history and culture. He even put their flag on the door."
I looked at Britain with a smirk on my face, "Doesn't that make his building the best then?"
France and Britain turned to me with stubbornness, "No," They both said at once.
"If you say so," I said in a tone that told them I didn't agree.
We paused as we reached a pair mahogany doors, "Are you sure that you want to go through with this?" Canada asked.
I rolled my eyes, "Yes, just open the doors."
Canada pushed open the doors to the meeting. There was complete silence, if a nation had been talking, they stopped the second they layed eyes on me. Then a hispanic country ran up to me, and wrapped his arms around me. "¡Mi vecino, le eché de menos tanto!" He cheered.
"What?" I asked. One thing that I wasn't expecting for this meeting was a hug.
"It has been such a long time! I don't know where you were but I missed you! I know that we had a couple of grudges to work out, but how about we talk things over some tacos, maybe even some American food if you want. The fact is that I never realised the friendship, brotherhood even that we had until you were gone!"
I struggled out of his hug and gave him a questioning look, "What are you talking about?"
The country seemed a little taken aback, "I just told you."
Canada came up to him and patted him on the back, "It's alright Mexico, he doesn't remember."
"¿No entiendo, qué no recuerda él?" Mexico asked.
"America," I turned my head to see a country with long black hair tied into a pony tail. "Where in the world have you been?"
"I-I-I"
"Enough America," Germany said. "You don't have to answer their questions. China, sit down I will explain everything in a minute."
China stared at me with his eyes narrowed, "You better have a good explanation for disappearing for ten years." He then turned around and took a seat. All eyes were still on me, I didn't know what to do, so I directed my attention to the countries that I know already. Russia was following China to his seat, Canada was still talking to Mexico, Prussia was chatting to a girl with wavy brown hair, and a man with black hair and glasses, who both looked rather annoyed with his presence. Italy was bouncing excitedly while talking to Japan as they walked to their seats. France moved to talk with a man with tan skin and curly brown hair, who soon greeted Romano.
"Hello Romano!" He greeted. Instead of a greeting back, Romano raised his hand, and whipped it across the mans face. "¡Ouch! ¡Aquel daño! ¡Por qué hizo usted hace esto?"
"Shut up!" Romano shouted, "For once, I actually trusted you. What did you do with my trust? You crumpled it up and threw it away, the same as everybody does with my trust!"
"¡Siento!"
"I don't even want to hear an apology, because I am not going to forgive you!" Noticing, that he now had everybody's attention he spoke a little quieter, "Come with me," He hissed. Then ignoring all the man's complains, Romano grabbed him by his ear, and dragged him out of the meeting room.
"What was that? I asked turning to Britain.
"Spain, he's the one you have to thank for telling the whole world that you're here," He answered with a sarcastic tone.
"So where do I sit?"
"Well, the seating arrangements have been changed since your disappearance, and your seat has been removed. "Since Sealand's not a country, you can take his. It's right next to mine much to my annoyance."
"Why is it much to your annoyance?"
"You haven't met Sealand." I followed Britain through the crowd of countries, some were still staring at me even after Romano's outburst.
I took a seat between Britain and a country with a blue ribbon in her short light brown hair. She had sweet, forest green eyes, and wore a pink dress. She turned to me and smiled. "Welcome back America."
"Thank you, uhhh-"
"Liechtenstein."
"Well, glad to meet you Liechtenstein," I said. I've been there before, it was calm, peaceful, and everybody was very friendly. I couldn't really be surprized that she was Liechtenstein.
To Liechtenstein's right was a man wearing a camouflage suit with short blonde hair that was very similar to hers. He glared at me while talking to her, "Don't talk to him too much, just because he's been missing for ten years doesn't mean that he's still not the same annoying America."
"If only you knew," I muttered.
He narrowed his eyes, "What was that?"
I was about to reply when I saw something on his back. Was that?... Yes it was. He has a fucking GUN strapped around his back! "W-Why did you bring a gun?" I asked with my voice cracking.
Liechtenstein's smile didn't fade, "Big brother loves guns."
"Big brother?"
"Yes, Switzerland's my big brother."
My jaw almost dropped, out of all of the countries why did Switzerland bring a gun? He's the neutral country, I figured that he would be the one to dislike anything that can cause violence. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder, I looked up from my seat to realise that the country was the height of me sitting. He was a little kid... in a sailer suit... at a world meeting. Can this day get any weirder?
"Hello, America. Just to remind you, not like you need to be reminded, my name is Sealand, and you're in my seat. I am a mighty strong country, so you should move." It just got weirder.
"Sealand? I never even heard of you," I stated calmly. I've been to a lot of different countries, and Sealand was not one of them.
"Sure you have! Don't you remember when I snuck into the G8 meeting dressed as Canada?"
"What?"
"Stop trying to confuse him Sealand," Britain said. "I gave him your seat, because he doesn't have one and you're not a real country."
"Of course I am a country you British jerk of jerks!"
"Of course you are not you git," Britain sneered.
"That's it, I'm telling Sweden!"
Britain laughed nervously, "N-No need to do that!"
"SWEDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!" Sealand called much to Britain's distress.
"What is it," A deep voice asked. I looked up shocked at the tall man, he had blonde hair, wore glasses, and had a face that said, 'I have never smiled and I never will.' Next to him was a shorter blonde with bright eyes and a soft smile.
"Britain was being mean to me!" Sealand cried.
"I was simply explaining to him that he couldn't sit where he usually does because America took his seat," Britain said gesturing to me with sweat coming off him.
Oh no, he is not dragging me into this! Sweden stared at me questionably. "Britain insisted that I have Sealand's seat because he claimed that Sealand was not an important country and he was small and annoying," Britain looked at me gaping and I smirked, "That is what you said, right Britain?"
I silently celebrated when the intimidating country turned his attention back to Britain. Britain was about to come up with some excuse when Sweden stopped him, "I do not care for an excuse, just don't let it happen again," He said calmly.
"R-Right, It w-will not happen again!" Britain stammered quickly.
He silently mouthed curse words at me when Sweden's back was turned. Sweden turned to me and gave me a polite nod, "Welcome back."
I smiled, "Thank you Sweden."
The shorter nation gave me a large smile, "Yes, it's nice to see you again, after all, being the country that found you first it is a pleasure to see that nothing bad has happened to you. I was really worried since you went missing and all."
"Yes, well it's nice to be back."
"Where do I sit?" Sealand cried out.
"You can sit with me," The friendly blonde said.
"Fine," Sealand muttered.
When they walked away, Britain reached over and punched my shoulder, "You bloody wanker, trying to get me in trouble with Sweden."
"Hey, you're the one who tried to turn it on me first."
"Whatever, Germany is about to speak, we should listen to him."
Before I could reply, Germany was in the front of the room, tapping on the microphone to test it. He cleared his throat and everybody in the room turned their attention to him. "Hello, I know that you expected Canada to greet you, America even, but right now I have some important news to tell you. After ten years, we have found America. I know that many of you would like to know why he went missing in the first place."
"You got that right!" Somebody called out. Several countries glanced at me and many murmurs escaped their mouths.
It appeared that Germany didn't have much patience, "EVERY ONE SHUT UP!" Once silence filled the air he continued, "Now I know what you all are thinking but America is not currently here." With that said, all attention was turned to me in question. "Let me refrase that, America is not mentally here. While he was missing, America lost his memory, and has been living as a human the whole time." Everybody let out a gasp at once, "He has still yet to recover from his current amnesia. We were planning on sharing the news after he recovered, but since you all insisted, we have brought him here."
"How did he lose his memory?" The nation that Prussia was talking to called out.
"We do not know yet, Austria."
After that Germany tried to get back on topic of regular country affairs, but has failed to do so since everybody just interrupted with questions about me. Soon the meeting came to a break, and all the countries tried to come to me at once. I got up from my seat, before I left, I turned to Switzerland, "Are you sure that I'm still the same annoying America?" I didn't even bother to wait for his reaction, I pushed my way through the crowd, which was extremely hard based on the fact that they were all trying to talk to me, until I reached the front of the room where it was a little less crowded.
"Hello, America," said a girl with a flower in her wavy brown hair. "So you have lived as a human this whole time?"
"Yes, and you are..."
"Hungary," She said. "So what was your name?"
"Alfred Jones."
She tilted her head and squinted her eyes, "Now that I think of it you do look like an Alfred."
"Thanks I guess."
"America!" China called, I had to stop myself from letting out a groan. With the way he had acted around me so far, he appeared to not like America. However, all signs of rudeness that he had previously shown, was gone as he approached me with a smile on his face. "I just wanted to apologise, I didn't understand the whole situation, and I just thought that you were abandoning your responsibilities." China stared at the ground when he said it, looking like a child who just admitted that they stole a cookie from the cookie jar.
"I forgive you, China," I said.
"Great, well I hope that you remember soon." He then waved goodbye and went to talk to some of the other nations.
I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder, "America, you are now my territory!"
"Huh?" I turned my head to see a nation with spiky blonde hair staring at me with a victorious grin on his face.
"Don't listen to him, Denmark's just an idiot," a nation said.
"I'm not an idiot Norway! Actually, I'd say that I'm the smartest. He mentally confused, which means that he's easy to conquer!" Denmark cheered.
I ripped his hand off my shoulder, "I aint gonna be conquered by anybody!"
"Sure kid, that's what you think," Denmark said with a smirk.
"Is there a problem here?" Canada asked walking up to the group.
"No Cana-"
"Yes there is," Norway said interrupting Denmark, "apparently, Denmark thought it would be a smart idea to try to conquer America."
Canada turned to Denmark, "Based on the fact that even though America's economy is suffering, his military is still extremely strong, I would wish you good luck with that."
Denmark laughed nervously, "Well you know, I just thought that since he's all confused and all-"
"That he would be easy to conquer?" Canada finished for him, "You do realise that he still has his super strength, right?"
"O-Of course, well... IT WAS NORWAY'S IDEA!" He suddenly burst out and walked away as fast as he could.
"I'll have you know that I was not involved," Norway then walked away calmly.
"Well that was weird," I murmured.
"Some countries aren't exactly..."
"Sane?" I finished for Canada.
"Yes."
"Well thanks for getting me out of that."
"No problem, if anything like that happens again, just call me over."
"Alright," I said. With that he walked away. I looked around the room full of countries. I went to most of these places, surely enough it shouldn't be that hard conversing with them right? I started to walk around the room, to see who I should talk to.
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Author's notes: Alright, so the World meeting is not over, it was just so long that I decided to separate it into two chapters. You can still leave a suggestion of who you want to talk to Alfred/America! Wow this chapter was long! There's really no predicting how long each chapter will be for this story. Thank you once again for all the reviews! I never thought that this story would get so much attention! Also I would like to thank jazjaz130 for helping me name the chapters (I haven't made the changes yet, but I will) You should check out her story A Hex Warning: The creators of Saw would bow down to this story if they read it!
By the way, don't worry, Spain doesn't die. I'm not the only one who realized that Switzerland had his gun strapped around his back in the first episode, right? I put Mexico in here because I love Mexico (the actual country) and Mexico is not in enough Fanfictions. If I didn't put in a character that you suggested yet, then they will be in the next chapter.
Next chapter is in Japan's point of view. JAPAN FINALLY GETS THE SPOTLIGHT!
