I watched America closely as he talked to the other nations. There was nothing. Nothing that made his eyes light up, nothing that made him laugh obnoxiously, nothing that made his mouth form that Hollywood grin, nothing that made him remember. He talked and smiled politely, most likely trying to read the other countries. I nodded my head absent-mindingly to whatever Thailand was saying, I was honestly not paying much attention.

"So did you two talk to America often?" He asked Switzerland and Liechtenstein.

"No, we mostly just kept to ourselves," Liechtenstein said. America nodded thoughtfully.

China came up to us, and asked what we were talking about, Thailand explained and then looked over to me, "Right Japan?"

"Right."

"See, I told you that he wasn't listening," She said with a confident nod.

"I was listening!"

"You just agreed that you are an anime porn addict," China said.

"What?"

"Thailand asked if you were a porn addict, and you said right."

"Oh, then I wasn't listening," I agreed with a sheepish smile and a blush on my face.

"You should stop watching him, for coming to the world meeting as a human, I'd say that he's doing fine right now."

"Denmark just tried to conquer him."

"I said for a human, as a country he's doing horrible," Thailand stated flatly.

"He is not even doing good for a human," China said.

"He hasn't had a mental breakdown yet, so that's good."

"Yet."

"You are not making me feel better," I told China and Thailand.

China shrugged, "Who said that I was trying?"

"I think that I should accompany him while he is talking to the other countries," I murmured. After the little incident with Denmark, I remembered that we forgot to tell him which countries to avoid.

"Since you won't pay attention to anybody but America, I think that you should," Thailand agreed with a sigh.

I looked down guiltily, "I apologize for not listening to you, I did not mean to space out."

Thailand stared at me with a smile, "It's alright."

Without another word, I made my way towards America. "Hello America, Switzerland, and Liechtenstein." I greeted with a polite smile on my face.

"Hello Japan," Liechtenstein replied.

"What do you want?" Switzerland asked bitterly, I'm guessing that he's still a little upset about that daydream I had about him long ago. I still can't believe that I absent-mindingly sung and yodeled in front of him and Italy during that. Just thinking about it always made me want to do what America calls a face palm. The only good thing about that is that we are both in different continents, and we only have to see each other during meetings like this.

"Well I wanted to accompany America while he is conversing with other countries so that countries similar to Denmark won't try to bother him," I said quietly while twiddling my thumbs awkwardly. Ever after all this time, It was still extremely uncomfortable talking to him.

"Sure Japan," America said trying to break the awkwardness. "We were just having small talk."

"When the G8 found you, did you know that you were a country?" Liechtenstein asked with curiosity.

America shook his head despite Switzerland quietly lecturing her not to ask questions like that. "I thought they were all crazy, It was very hard to believe. How would you react if a bunch of countries told you that the past ten years you lived has been a lie?"

"I can't even imagine the confusion, how did they convince you?" She asked.

"Liechtenstein, what did I just tell-"

"No it's fine," America said with a wave of his hand interrupting Switzerland. "It's just a little... complicated to explain." I don't even know how it happened. He just stared at Britain, then suddenly he believed. Could it be that seeing the familiar father figure brought up a memory without him knowing? No, that is probably not it, if it were true, then he would have remembered the first time he saw Britain. Britain told Romano that he used magic, but that is highly unbelievable.

"America!" Lithuania called, America turned his head to see the brunet approach him. "Hello, you probably do not remember me, but I am Lithuania, and this is Poland. Next to him was a European with blonde shoulder-length hair who was checking his 'wicked hipster pink' as he would call it colored nails.

America wore a frown from the inability to remember the friendly looking nations, "No I am sorry, I do not remember. It's nice to see you though," America shook hands with both of them. "Nice nails I guess," He said while staring at Poland's nail polish.

"Thanks broski, I just got them done today, aren't they like extremely like beautiful?" Poland said with a cocky grin.

"Sure, they're really neat." He murmured. Poland is a weird country, even though I'm sure that he will not try to conquer America, I'm a little worried that he will try to paint his nails.

"Come on Liechtenstein, it is getting too crowded here," Switzerland said, most likely not wanting to discuss nail polish with Poland. I can't blame him for wanting to leave.

"We were really great friends, you gave me a job when I needed the money." Lithuania continued, he then turned to me, "If the G8 needs assistance with helping him remember, please give me a call. I would be happy to help."

It's hard to turn down the friendly nation, but I'm sure that the rest of the G8 will not be happy with allowing more countries to become involved. Prussia and Romano are enough extra nations. "We do not need any assistance at the current moment, but if we really need to, we will call you, It's very unlikely however."

Lithuania nodded, "Well I'm glad that you have everything under control then."

"-and then the salon lady was like, 'do you want unicorn pink, or wicked hipster pink? I mean seriously, does like she even need to ask? Obviously wicked hipster pink is like way better than unicorn pink. Can she even call herself a like stylist? She might as well go back to fashion school," Poland then burst into laughter. America let out a small laugh to please the polish nation, eyes begging for anybody to change the topic of the conversation.

"So America, what were you doing this whole time as a human?" Lithuania asked noticing America's desire to create a new conversation.

"Well actually, I was traveling the world as a photographer."

"Really? Have you been to my country?" Lithuania asked.

America nodded, "Yes, it was a very interesting and the views were eqisite."

"Well thank you," Lithuania said with a blush. Having other countries complement your home is a great honor and doesn't happen often.

"Well I'm glad that you had fun in Europe while the rest of us had to do actual work to try to clean your shit up," Cuba stated coldly as he approached the group.

America looked slightly bothered, but didn't let his words bother him too much. With a shrug he said, "I didn't know that I was a country."

"I don't care, there is no excuse for abandoning your people," Cuba growled with hatred in his eyes. "Everything is your fault."

"What in the world did I ever do to you? I don't even know you!" America said defensively. This is not going to end well, I know it.

"Cuba, you shouldn't blame him for everything that happened in the past ten years." I stated quietly, trying not to make the hot-tempered nation any angrier. "He really didn't remember, he thought he was a human."

"Stay out of this Japan," Cuba growled. So much for not making him any angrier. "He deserves the blame, everything that he has done has made the world worse!"

"Even if I remembered, I would disagree with what you are saying." America said, not backing down.

Noticing their arguing, Syria decided to join. "You mean that nobody told you? The G8 must be desperately trying to maintain your hero ego now aren't they?" He said while looking at me.

"Hero ego? What are you talking about?"

"I mean that it's a shame how they are trying to make you seem innocent and hide the monster that you really are." Syria put his hand on America's shoulder in mock-comfort.

America narrowed his eyes, "What shit-kind of information are you trying to feed me? I know who I am and I am not a monster!"

"Really now?" Great, now Turkey is going to interrogate him too?

"Turkey, I would really appreciate it if you and your friends would leave America alone," I spoke out.

Turkey put his arm around America, despite their governments currently having high tensions. The action made America flinch and seem extremely uncomfortable. "Relax Jappy! We are just catching up with the American! It's been ten years after all, I say we should help him catch up. Let's start with the relationships between you and other countries," He told the confused American. "First off, you know Jappy of course, well you call him Japan. You two are friends even after you bombed his ass off during World War Two!" I let out a gasp as I stared at America's shocked face. They should not be bringing these kind of things up!

"W-What do you mean I 'bombed his ass off?' I didn't do anything!"

"Well of course you would think that," Cuba sneered. "You wouldn't remember."

"Then there is Britain," Syria continued while pointing to the English nation. "He is the man who raised you, before you completely betrayed him and crushed his trust in you! Yeah, I feel bad for him. He has to live his whole life knowing that he raised a monster that turned on him like the dirty traitor it is."

"Then you know Canada," Cuba said. "Your brother who has been living in your shadow, and has been living with your abuse for his whole life."

"Then there's Lithuania, you just met him. You made him work like a slave and clean your house. That can barely be considered as a friendship though."

America's facial expression could not be described as anything other than stunned. His mouth hung open and his eyes widened. That didn't stop the three nations however. "That's pretty much all of your friends. The rest of the nations just hate your guts, because they realize how horrible of a nation you are, unlike your friends who still deny it. I personally don't understand how they can hang out with you without thinking about all of the horrors that you have caused them. I mean, after all of the wars you have fought in against all of the nations, I figured that everybody would hold a strong disdain for you. I guess you can always force them into an alliance though. I just feel bad for those nations." I heard enough, forcing myself out of my shock, I rushed over to Canada who was chatting with Belgium, Netherland, and Romania.

"What is it Japan?" Canada asked. Still being too shocked to speak, I pointed over my shoulder in America's direction. "Oh no," He murmured as he ran over to the group. It had been too late however, as Canada approached the group, America turned on his heel not letting anybody see his face, and ran out of the meeting room. There was total silence as the door slammed behind the American. Canada turned to the three countries with a hard glare. That's one thing that I respect Canada for. No matter if you are an enemy or an ally, he will speak against you if he doesn't agree with you. "What did you say?" He more of demanded rather than asked.

"What-ever do you mean?" Syria asked in an innocent voice. "We would never say anything to upset the American!"

"Don't give me that shit! What. Did. You. Say?" The usually polite nation's harsh tone now caught everybody's attention.

"We were just trying to help him remember," Turkey said with a cold smile.

Canada stared past them and looked directly at me, "What did they say?"

Without making any eye contact with any of the three countries I said barely above a whisper, "They were telling him about all of the negative things that America has done." I could hear some gasps throughout the crowd.

Canada's head shot up from me to Syria, Cuba, and Turkey, "Why would you do that?"

"W-We d-don't know?" Cuba said in an unsure voice.

"Of course you know!" Canada snapped.

"Well we didn't think that America would be so highly affected by our observations," Syria explained quickly. "Hasn't he come to terms that everybody hates him long ago?"

"Not everybody hates him Syria!" Canada's voice became even more stern and his eyes burned of fury and impatience.

Russia shook his head, "they shouldn't have upset him," He more or less murmured to himself.

I eyed Russia, "Didn't you say that you wanted America to cry?"

Russia shook his head once more, "That wasn't America."

I was sick from the high amount of guilt I felt. I should have spoken out when they were trying to intimidate him, after all, America probably would have been able to get out of that, but Russia is right, this is practically a whole different person. Or maybe when we were discussing whether or not we should bring America to the world conference, I could have spoken out then too. Or if I only knew that Romano was going to tell Spain then I could have stopped him. This is all my fault, I must try to fix this. "Canada, do you want me to find America?"

"Yes, go ahead," Canada growled while still glaring at the nations. Slipping out of the meeting was quite easy since all of the nations were focusing on Canada. Not that it was necessary to sneak out, I just didn't want any other of the countries that hate America to follow me. The only noise I could here was my own footsteps echoing down the long hallway, no America here. I was about to continue my search when I heard a choked sob.

"America?" I called out, there was no response. I turned to the left and started to follow the direction of where I believed the sob came from. Then I heard a sniffle, "America?" I turned to my right and swung open a door to reveal a well-crafted wooden staircase. About ten steps below me, was America. He was curled up and hugging his knees as he attempted to cry silently.

"America I-"

"Go away Japan," He cried. "How did you even find me anyways?"

"I heard you," I said simply ignoring the fact that he rudely interrupted me.

"Well leave and pretend that you didn't," He said while still refusing to turn around and look at me. "I just want to be alone." I walked down the steps and sat down next to him, he turned his head in the other direction, still refusing to make eye contact. We sat there for a moment in silence until America finally asked a question, "Why did you even want to find me if y'all knew that I was a monster anyways?"

I shook my head, "You're not a monster."

"Did you not hear a word that they said?" He whipped his red puffy eyes with his sleeve, but the action was useless since he just let more tears flow down his cheek freely. "I don't understand why you're acting so nice when I apparently bombed your people."

I winced at the memory, then let out a shaky breath. If I'm ever going to convince him that he's not a vicious killer, then I will have to stay strong. "America, that was a very long time ago. Also, we are nations. Not one single nation has not done something absolutely horrible."

"So every nation has done something bad?" He asked with curiosity.

I can't be entirely sure since I don't know every nation's history to determine whether they committed a sinful act of not, but I just went with it. "At one point in their history, yes."

"Why? Why did I do that?"

"We were at war, and you felt it was the right thing to do at the time. You know, America and I have already discussed this."

"Really? When?"

"After the war, us countries usually reflect on the purpose of our actions afterwards."

America sniffled, no more tears were running down his face, but his nose was running and his cheaks were still wet. "Why didn't you talk it out before the war? Maybe you could have prevented fighting against each other."

"Times were different back then, now we have things like the United Nations, the G8, and these world conferences."

"Well, there doesn't seem to be much progress," America muttered. "All you seem to do is argue."

"There has been no World War Three, so that's good."

"So why are you and America friends after everything he did to you?"

I shrugged, "Grudges cannot last forever, and like I said, we have already talked this out before. We have grown to understand each other."

"Did America feel guilty?" I know where this is going, he wants to figure out whether America is a complete monster or not.

"Of course he did, we are countries, but we are the closet things to humans there is. We usually try not to think about the horrible things that we have done. Sometimes those horrid memories just come up at random though. I remember sometimes he would call me up in the middle of the night, begging for forgiveness. It happens to every nation." I remember every time that happened to me. I would make a call or travel to China's house and cry about how sorry I was about everything I had done. He would then give me some tea, and tell me that bad memories catch up to everybody if we ignore them long enough.

"Is that all there is to being a nation? Committing horrible crimes and then being haunted by the things you have done?" He asked with sadness and sympathy burning in his eyes.

I shook my head, "There is much more to being a country, there are good things about it too."

"Like what?"

"Well, there's art and culture, opening your country to new ideas, getting the privilege to see the world, there are many things. I can honestly spend all day naming them."

America smiled, most likely from the relief that we're not all that bad, "Sounds nice."

"It is," I said in a rather gentle tone. "Listen America, we do more good than bad. Maybe if you give us another chance, then you will see that yourself. Also most of the things they have claimed back there is not true."

"How so? You confirmed it yourself that I bombed you during World War Two."

"Well that part is true, but Britain doesn't think that you are a dirty traitor and he doesn't regret raising you. Canada has not been living under your abuse, and Lithuania was perfectly happy with serving you, also it is not your fault that you lost your memory."

"Then what is?"

I shrugged, "We do not know yet, but we will find out."

"So do the other countries really hate me?" America asked while staring at the ground.

I shook my head, "No, there are certain countries that dislike you, but the rest are not bothered by your presence."

"Oh," America released his grip around his knees and stopped slouching. "So what now?"

I stopped to think for a moment, "Well, it is most likely that by Canada's reaction to the countries bothering you, the meeting will soon end."

"What was his reaction?"

"He looked as if he were ready to murder them," I instantly regretted my words. After all this time I spent convincing America that us countries aren't cold blooded killers I had to say that?

Thankfully, America laughed. I pushed himself up from his sitting position on the stairs, and extended his hand to me. I took it and he hoisted me upwards, "Let's get back to the others."

"No need, we're here." I turned in the direction of the voice to see Germany, and the rest of the G8 excluding Canada standing in the doorway at the top of the stairs. I have no idea how long they have been standing there, but based on their softened stares, they heard our conversation for long enough.

"Where's Canada?" I asked with curiosity.

"He's dismissing the meeting," Britain answered. "The world meeting will be rescheduled after America regains his memory."

"Oui, now we should wait for Canada in the car," France said.

"For what?" America asked.

"Silly American," Russia said. "We're going to your house of course."

America's eyes widened, "I have a house?"

"Indeed, America was not homeless," Britain responded flatly. "Now let's go, the other nations will be leaving any minute now."

America nodded, before rushing up the stairs he turned to me, "Thank you Japan." He then hurried to join the others."

As I caught up with the group, Germany turned to me, "That was nice of you Japan. I don't think I could have handled a situation like that, especially on a topic that is so sensitive to you."

I simply nodded, "Yes well, it takes a lot of patience and compassion." We continued to walk down the hallway, ready for the real work to try to make America remember to begin.

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Author's Note: I'm so sorry that this took so long to write! On the bright side, I give you another chapter. This concludes the world meeting obviously since Canada dismissed it. Syria is my last OC. I didn't like writing Cuba, Turkey, and Syria as the bad guys... but somebody has to do it. Since this fic takes place 10 years in the future, I decided just to worsen the relationships between America and those three countries because I can. :P I really tried to fit all of your requests in, but for some of the countries you suggested, I just couldn't think of what to do with them. So sorry if I ignored your request.

Alright so next chapter will be in Alfred/America's point of view. The G8 (with Prussia and Romano) Are going to America's house! I'll try to update quicker than this update because I feel slightly guilty that I kept you guys waiting. Please leave a review! This is my first hurt/comfort scene (and not my last!) So I want your opinion on how I did.