Posting this early at 1:30AM, so very sleepy. -.-

No chapter on Friday because I posted a new one for my other fic. Finally I wanted to do that first bit for a while now. Now this will give away some things on this chapter, but since I know some people may not like it I want to warn you guys ahead. This chapter mentions slightly one-sided Cuba/Canada (Cuba mention some interest on the nation, nothing deep or long). It also mentions a past pairing (again I say past), that not many will be comfortable with. But seriously past.

Cuba was tapping his finger lightly against his desk. Things were looking very good. His attacks on Canada were already bringing good results. True that Canada had been expecting an attack for a while now. They had been more prepared that he had previously anticipated. But that wouldn't save them. Soon the entire American continent would belong to him.

Then, the rest of the world would follow. Like dominoes. He liked domino, maybe he would later ask some of his men to play a good game. They always loss of course, too afraid to even try. That's why he tended to kill them for nothing. It wasn't fun unless they were trying.

He began to run his fingers across the map that adorned his desk. Beautiful and soon it would belong to him. The Empires of the past had wasted so many opportunities. They had been weak in their actions. Unable to even hold into their own colonies, failures, that's what they were to him.

But his would be better. After he had Canada he would move forward to England. It wouldn't be too hard to get his remaining Colonies to turn on him. Russia would probably turn to be a troublesome rock on his path. But he could be dealt with. Already he had been speaking with China, who was very interested on removing Russia from his throne over there.

Cuba smiled proudly, stepping away from his chair to look out of his window. It was warm outside. A shining sun looked down at him. At his victories and the ones that would come soon enough. He hoped for this part of the war to be over soon.

If winter came with his troops still in Canada, thing would be more difficult. That's why he had planned to attack Canada, right at the beginning of spring. Unfortunate his plans had been held back. Hopefully his troops would be able to handle the conditions.

Things were coming together. It had been a long road. He had been forced to wait for many years, working behind the curtain. But now that everything was out there he didn't need to hide under false ideals. This was a full invasion. Cuba was going to colonize the world.

But first he needed to resolve a little problem on his lands. Brazil had been causing some trouble for him down in South America. Already he had wasted enough resources trying to hunt then bother some nation down. If the nation wasn't found soon, then Cuba would make sure that heads were going to roll.

In the Caribbean things were no different. He had received news of Spain helping the rebels. Thankfully his men had pinned the main headquarters somewhere in Dominica. Once they found the actual location, they would clean up that little mess.

He would then personally take care of Spain. Is older brother had been a pain on his plans for far too long. He had planned to let the other nation live, for old times' sake. He had helped him during his childhood years after all. But his patience was running out.

One of his Generals walked in. While he was just a simple human, the man had been leading his armies for many years. He trusted him more than any of the countries currently working under him.

"Señor, we have received news about Brazil's location." The man paced him a small black envelope.

"From what we were able to learn, Brazil is trying to make his was into the Canadian border. He's probably planning to ally himself with them."

Cuba placed the envelope on the table and sat down once more. He couldn't allow the South American nation to join with Canada. He had enough information that would help them. Why couldn't he just surrender, his country had fallen. Their resources were currently being used to bring down the nation he wanted to help.

"Make sure he doesn't make it. It would be a fallback if he does and we don't want that, do we?" Cuba looked up at his General. "You may go now and I want your best men on this."

Cuba waited for the man to leave before opening the envelope. He was already in a sour mood. He hoped his "resources" had better news than his men did. How could open single nation cause so much trouble. Their governments had fallen, their citizens had been forced to surrender and still some of them still fought on.

Cuba read over the short letter and smiled. This was so much better. He supposed this could be an interesting turn of events, which could be used on his favor. Or at least it would serve to interest him for a little bit.

He disposed of the letter quickly. He would be giving his friends up north a quick personal visit sooner than he or they had expected. For many years he had showed a deep interest in Canada. He was a strong nation after all, young like him too. They had been colonies to the European powers and well he was handsome. He could make a powerful ally and an interesting bedmate. But his interest had been rejected by the nation.

Now with this bit of information, things could take a turn for the better (for him). He wondered how much Canada was willing to give, to get his brother back. Well it was more of a parallel version of his little brother in this case. He hoped a lot. Canada had been heartbroken when America had died the first time. He doubted he would be willing to risk that happening again.

Cuba quickly picked his phone, calling his best soldiers. He needed to somehow get this America. Capturing him wouldn't be easy. Right now he was probably safe in one of Canada's top Headquarters. If he wanted to manage this he needed to attack before they had a time to get him out or prepare for an attack.

For now he needed to find where he was. Then he would worry about the actual capture. After finishing the call he left his office. He went down to his personal quarters. He allowed his problems with the rebellious nations to be forgotten for the day. He had more important things to think about for now.

He passed one of his secretaries. "Don't bother me today, unless what you have to say is an emergency or very important. If you can tell one of my Generals instead, don't be afraid to do that instead." He didn't want to be disturbed while he planned what could be one of his best moves.

The Allies wouldn't see it came and if it distracted them from the war it would be even better. "Dear Canada, you should have accepted my proposal when you had the chance. It would have made things much easier for you."

Alfred woke up with a terrible headache. He thought his previous illness had been bad. The discomfort he was feeling now was much worse. The bright lights weren't helping much. At least it was warm and nice and completely unfamiliar.

America sat on the bed quickly, the unexpected movement causing his headache to worsen. He placed a hand on his head, trying to easy some of the pain. The last thing he remembered was that he had been on his way to Canada's office with Lithuania.

"You're awake." America raised his head to look at a rather worried Canada. The nation had just arrived. He stepped back outside and called for a doctor before walking back inside again. "I'm glad, for a moment we were rather worried."

"It'll take something more than a little pain to bring me down." America beamed at the other nation. He stopped remembering that this Canada had lost his brother. He probably had been worried that the same faith would befall him too. "Really, I've faced things that make a nasty headache like this look like a silly thing."

Canada smiled and sat beside him on the bed. "I know, but you looked almost dead. Even Russia was worried." Canada stopped to look down at the floor. "Your friends contacted us already. They arrived on time and without troubles."

"That's good." They quickly felt into an awkward silence. It was strange not knowing what to say. While this nation looked just like his brother, America wasn't even sure what topics would be safe to discuss. "How long have I been asleep, anyway?"

Canada looked away from the floor and instead focused on the far wall. Even if he couldn't see the other's face America knew it was red right now. He became rather worried instantly. "How long has it been, 6 hours, more?"

"Kind of, almost 2 days.' America paled and felt back down on the bed. Two days, he had simply missed two days. That hadn't happened ever before. Not even when he had been injured in battle. "Our Doctors are looking into it. I have the best people I can spare on this."

"Thank you, but 'm fine now as you can see. You should be focusing in the war instead of me." Canada opened his mouth to say something, but at that moment the Doctor walked in.

Canada stood, giving the man space to get closer to America. He stood beside the man while he did all the check-ups. After half an hour of it the man nodded and stepped away. "He's looking better already, but I think he should rest some more. I still don't know what could have caused it though."

"Keep looking into it, please." The man bowed to his nation and walked off. Canada sat back down the moment he had stepped away from America's side.

"I told you, don't worry. I'm feeling better already." America tried to move back up and stand, when Canada grabbed his shoulder. He gently pushed America back down. America noted that this Canada was stronger than his brother.

"Please just rest for a bit. I know that you are feeling better. But the Doctor said it would do you good." Canada gave him a familiar look that he'd never been able to resist when his own brother gave it to him. Sighting America relaxed. He would fight back, but he was feeling sleepy once more. The pain on his head wasn't helping either.

His eyes closed and his breathing evened. America felt the hand drop from his shoulder and instead take hold of his hand. Warm fingers wrapped around his own. It was actually reassuring, while it didn't ease the pain. It was pleasant enough that it almost made him forget about it.

"Thank you." With that America drifted back into sleep.

Canada looked sadly at America. The nation needed that rest more than he knew. Once more he found himself hoping that the idea that Lithuania had had wasn't what was happening to America. He had already informed Italy and Japan about it, the Asian nation wanted to come and see him. But in the end they had agreed that finding a way back was their first priority.

Instead they decided that Italy should be the one to travel to America the first chance he got. It wouldn't be easy with the war. But hopefully as a nation they would find a place for him with the soldiers. Canada was already expecting back up from England and Russia. While Russia's soldiers would come handy during the winter, England's navy would be helpful right now.

If they were able to completely blockade the island off the rest of the world, it would hopefully slow things down. Give them a chance to prepare better.

"Mr. Canada?" Canada turned to look at Lithuania who was standing by the door. "You're needed downstairs, everyone is waiting for you." He looked down at the sleeping nation. "I'll stay here with him if you want, call you if he needs something."

While Canada wanted to stay with America. Lithuania was right. His people needed him right now, so did his other allies. He'd known the Baltic nation for many years and trusted him to care for America.

"Right." He released his hold on America's hand and stepped away. He gave the sleeping nation one last look before quietly slipping away. "Look after him, please."

Lithuania moved one of the chairs to the bed's side and sat down. America had regained some of his color back. For a moment he had thought that the other nation was dying. Even the Doctors had been worried, his quick recovery after had been unexpected.

Lithuania looked at the clock. The meeting had been going for quite a while now. He hoped they had been able to solve something. Come to some type of agreement. They were still waiting for some of the other nations. But it would be a while before they were able to arrive.

It was plain to see that Cuba had been planning this attack for a while now. Probably since the war had begun. He had been taking his time under the cover of peace towards his neighboring nation. They should have been expecting such a move. They should have been ready for it. If only their governments had paid them more attention on the matter. Their fear of an open war had blinded them and weakened their chances.

Lithuania heard steering besides him. The covers were pulled back to reveal, a still sleepy America. He pulled himself into a sitting position, turning to Lithuania and smiling at him.

"Well at least the headache is almost gone." America looked around the room, noting that Canada was gone. "How long was I..?"

"Only a few hours, tree I think. Canada's downstairs, they're having a meeting, preparations and the like." America smiled. This Lithuania wasn't so different from the one back home. Always knowing what America was thinking, even if he didn't exactly know him.

"Err..." America blushed slightly. Something was bothering him even if he wasn't sure how to express it. "I was just wondering, if there was anything to, well you know."

Lithuania stared at him in amusement for a moment, before laughing lightly. "You're hungry."

America blushed even more. "Yeah."

"That only natural, you've been asleep for a while. I don't think you've had anything solid since the meal in the plane." Lithuania quickly stood up. "I'll get you something. What do you like?"

"Hamburgers would be nice and maybe something sugary to drink." America beamed. He hoped they had hamburgers on this world. If they needed then it would be one of the first things he needed to teach them.

America waited for the other nation to leave before pushing the covers away. He pushed his body into a standing position. He was feeling weak, but it probably was because of the lack of food. He walked towards the window, pulling back the curtain. It was still dark outside, but he guessed that dawn was nearing.

There weren't that many lights on outside. But the lights were not visible, maybe hidden under the clouds. He pulled the window open, letting in some fresh air. He didn't like been inside for long periods of time, unless it was around winter time and even there he tried traveling to warmer places.

Maybe he would sneak outside once the sun came out. He doubted Canada's new parental attitude would let him simply walk outside. While his brother back home had been very protective of him, this Canada had feeling over even more protectiveness. Maybe it was because he had already lost his brother. If his own Canada had been dead, he probably would feel the same.

America heard the door open and quickly looked around. "That was quick."

Lithuania smiled and placed the foot down on a writing table. "They had some prepared for the meeting." He quickly moved the chair besides the bed to the table. "Are you alright Mr. America?"

"Yeah, just hungry." America finally moved from the window to the table. It thankfully tasted almost the same as the ones back home. The drink was also pretty much the same as the ones he loved back home. It was good to know that some things were similar. This place was already different enough for him.

"This is good." America took another sip from the glass.

"The cook is actually from down south, New England I believe is how you guys sometimes call that part of the country." America continued eating, though he was feeling a bit homesick once more. He still wanted to visit "the States".

"Lithuania, I know Canada didn't tell me something. I know my brother, even if this one is a different version of him, enough to know when he's hiding something." America stopped pushing the now empty plate and glass back.

"I don't like to be kept in the dark. I want to know if you guys know anything about what happened to me." Lithuania sighted and sat down on the bed.

"I don't think it's my place to discuss it. But I also believe that you should know. We think it may be connected to our world's America's death. When nations die it usually takes a very long period of time. But America's death was very sudden in comparison." Lithuania stopped, allowing the information to sink in.

America already has an idea how things had happened and motioned for him to continue. "Then a new nation wasn't given a chance to even be born. There was a lot of fighting over the land. It was under British rule for some time and then Mexico and Canada began to take some of the land from England, France and even Spain. I think the country itself was in turmoil for a very long time."

America nodded. War was never easy on the land. It must have been harder without an official personification and different nations fighting over it. He could remember his colonial days, all those nations trying to gain control over his territories. "Makes sense."

"I think you showing up after all this time had an impact on it. The land it's like a small child that got his favorite toy back after years of thinking it lost." Lithuania still wasn't sure if that's what was happening. Nothing similar had occurred before.

"Now it's trying to grab hold of that toy with everything it has." America ended Lithuania's sentence. It's always a bit weird going back home after been oversea for long periods of time. This is almost the same but at a much larger scale.

"I guess it doesn't help that that land it's now at way." It had been a while since America had faces such a big war within his land. In the pats years the battles had been mainly over sea. "The pain I'm feeling…"

"It's probably connected to the battles raging down south. The closer you get to them, the stronger they'll probably be." America remembered the pain he had felt in Russia's office. But it had been so quick that he had ignored it.

"If that's what happening then we think that things will return to normal once the land gets used to having its nation back or once you return to your world the connection will break once more."

America nodded once more. "Good, I guess. Thank you for telling me. I doubt Canada would have, he's more protective of me than England back in my colonial days."

Lithuania smiled too. "Canada is a good nation, but I think he underestimates you a bit. He has his reasons of course. Losing a brother is not easy. Especially since they were both very close."

"I know it's the same for me and my brother." He'd always looked after Canada and it went the same way around. He would trust his brother with his life, even with his people. Something he wouldn't do with just anyone.

"I think you misunderstand me Mr. America." Lithuania blushed lightly.

"Huh?" America moved from the chair and into the bed. He had a feeling Lithuania didn't want to speak too loudly.

"Well I think America and Canada here. They weren't brothers like you and your Canada. I think before America died, they were something more." America felt his face heat up instantly, of all the strange things he would have expected of this world that wasn't one of them. Not even close.

"Well when the topic came out, Mr. Canada had a few drinks. Maybe we misunderstood." Lithuania had noted America's instant discomfort.

America wanted to cover his ears and not hear what Lithuania was saying anymore. 'I didn't just hear that. America thought of his brother, his precious brother Canada and him. Together as lovers?' America had a small crush on England back home, but it had been two centuries since he hadn't viewed him as anything else but a friend and ally. Even when America had been just a colony, England had hated the term brother because his own siblings.

But with Canada it was different. While not related by blood, since it was impossible for countries. England had introduced them as siblings. They neighbors that shared a deep border and bond. How things could have changed in this world for something like that to happen. Had his other self been crazy, mad?

"Mr. America are you fine?" Lithuania was looked at America with a worried expression. He was looking rather pale again.

"No, I don't think I am." They both turned when the door was pushed open. There stood Russia and Canada. They quickly noted America's pale complexion.

"America are you feeling ill again?" Canada stepped forward. America moved back at the same time, unfortunately he was already on the edge of the bed. His back hit the wooden floor and he let out a loud gasp. In an instant the other three nations were on his side trying to help him up.

America moved himself from their hold. "I think I need to use the bathroom."

Canada gave him a strange look. "I'll take you."

"No!" America blushed bright red once more. "Can Lithuania do it?" America graved the other nation's hand and pulled him out of the room. Canada looked at them as they disappeared out of the door, turning to look at an extra door in the room that led to a connected bathroom.

Russia looked as amused as ever. "That was strange, da?"

I think America will connect with the others far too quickly, because he is America. So that wouldn't leave much space for drama. So I had that last bit planned since I began this fic. Oh, uncomfortable America how fun you are to write. In the end it was a choice between him or England (and since England will be focused a lot more in Europe in these chapters).

So this chapter introduces a few minor pairings, CubaxCanada (one-sided), CanadaxAmerica (past), AmericaxEngland (crush). Please note that pairings and romance won't be a big part of this fic, so if you don't like this pairing don't worry. They won't form a big part of the fic at all.

Fact: After the Three Years war, Canada gains control of what had been the American Colonies.

Quick note (sorry), I'm actually doing a timeline for this fic. That I'll post in my LJ, I'll link it once it's done.