"A little nitpick I have is that the flashbacks aren't marked in some way. It would make it a little easier to read if you did that." Yeah, I agree. I tried to do something for the first two chapters that would separate the flash-backs from "reality" but it evidently didn't save into the chapters... I'll try and underline them, would that work? Example:

Reality

Flashback

I hope that works, and other than that, I only have the usual warnings of anorexia, bulimia, and cursing

New England sighed, staring out the car window as the scenery of New York City blurred by. Louisiana Territory had a tight grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles pale as he looked for the United Nations Headquarters. "We could ask Google Maps" New England said after a few minutes, and Louisiana Territory shook his head no," I've had to drop America's lunch off plenty of times, I know how to get to the UN.. it's just... I'm nervous, what if they try to attack you?" "They won't, I promise you dat much. De secretary knows I'm substituting for America until he's well enough to come back, and I've been allowed to bring a gun in so I can protect myself" New England explained, patting the holster attached to his right leg. Louisiana Territory swallowed his spit, but nodded anyways," If you say so" he said nervously, slowing to a stop to let New England exit the car. "I'll be fine, Pierre, I promise. I'll text you when de meeting's over" New England whispered as he wrapped Louisiana Territory in a tight hug, before pulling away and entering the building. "Bye Timothy..." Pierre said quietly, knowing he was probably overreacting, but it's not like New England would get hurt, these were mature nations, after all!

New England looked around the room, a stack of papers in his hands. They were labelled 'Global Warning Plans' and had incredibly detailed instructions and costs converted to Euros, Pounds, and Yen. Right now, I just need to find the meeting room... New England thought glumly, looking for anyone who might be of service. He eventually saw a short man with long black hair enter the building, complaining about the 'crappy flight service' he received. "Oh, excuse me sir!" New England called. "Aiyaah! 别那样吓我!" (Don't scare me like that!) "O-oh, 对不起" (I'm sorry) New England apologized, hoping they were just a janitor. "I speak English" The man sighed, surprised that he had been answered in Chinese. "I was wondering if you could show me to de United Nations Summit, de one for de countries?" New England asked, ignoring the stern look from the older man.

"Good morning Timothy! Bonne journée Pierre! Good morning everyone else!" America called up the stairs, setting multiple plates down on the table, and a few more on the coffee table in the living room. Louisiana Territory was the first one to stumble down the stairs, followed by New England. As two of the oldest territories, they shared a room, so of course they'd be awake first. "Good morning Alfred" New England yawned, taking a seat at the couch. Louisiana Territory waved slightly, plopping down next to his older brother. Santa Fe and Red River were the next ones down, then Oregon, Florida, and Alaska. "Still no sign of Alta California, Texas, or Hawaii?" America asked, and everyone shook their heads no. America sighed, but kept a smile on his face," That's fine, I'm sure they're ok!" "What's for breakfast?" Alaska asked as she sat down. "We're having eggs, black pudding, and sausage" America replied, filling everyone's plates with food. "Thanks Alfred" Red River said, taking a bite of scrambled eggs. Once America saw that everyone had been served, he gave himself a less than proportionate serving of what he had given to his younger siblings. "That doesn't look like a lot of food, Alfred" Louisiana Territory observed, cutting a piece of sausage off to eat. "It's fine guys, I'm just on a diet" America reassured them, and Florida scoffed," You don't need a diet, what you need is self confidence"

America rolled his eyes," I have plenty of self confidence dudes! I'm so confident that I could go up to China and say 'screw my debt, you can suck my Star Spangled Balls!'" He laughed, and the others roared with laughter. "Still, Alfred, if your trying to loose weight, eating less isn't the way to do it. It'll help, but exercise is crucial too" Red River reminded him, and America nodded," I know. What, you guys think I'm gonna starve myself?" "We hope not" Florida muttered, but rolled her eyes anyways.

New England looked around at all the countries who gave him weird stares, hoping he didn't look too unprofessional. Everyone else was dressed in a military uniform (Except for a few countries, including the one that had led New England to the room) and New England was dressed in a simple dress shirt, sweater-vest, and slacks. "Who are you?" Asked a country with a thick Irish accent, and New England forced himself to swallow his nervousness. "My name is Timoty, I'm-" "Are you a new country? You sound like a bloody New Yorker" came an English accent, and New England narrowed his eyes. "If you would let me finish, I'd be able to tell you dat I'm substituting for America until he's well enough to resume his duties here" New England snapped, and the one with an English accent glared at him. "Where does America usually sit?" New England asked, and everyone looked to the spot between the United Kingdom and Uruguay. "Thank you" New England sighed, sitting next to the English guy (Whom he decided was the United Kingdom).

"You look like your fifteen, don't tell me Amerique 'as sent in a child to do a country's job?" Asked a country with long blond hair and a beard. "Actually, France" New England snapped, surprising the Frenchman," I am 411 years old, I was born in Jamestown, Virginia. If you allowed me to introduce myself properly, then I could tell you I represent the original thirteen colonies as New England" There was a ripple of whispers across the meeting room, before a nation with slicked-back blond hair and cold blue eyes stood from the spot with 'Germany' written on a plaque. "Vhere is America? Jou said he is not vell enough to do his duties, none of his siblings have received any kind of new like zhat" "That's because we weren't told to tell any of his 'siblings'" New England replied curtly, and the United Kingdom narrowed their eyes at the rude boy. He'd get answers out of him at some point, everyone would get answers if he had anything to do about it.

America jogged to the grocery store, his earbuds plugged in and blasting Asking Alexandria to ignore the outside world. It's been about three weeks and America felt as if he hadn't lost any weight! The scales said he had lost about four pounds in the past weeks, but he still felt overweight! Stop overreacting, you'll scare the children! America scolded himself, before mentally laughing. Nothing could ever scare his siblings, nothing normal, at least. They could be stuck in a trench surrounded by German Nazis and not give a shit, but if you put New England on a boat he'd act like it was the end of the world! He leaned forward slightly, resting his hands on his knees, panting. "You alright dere?" Someone asked, and America nodded," Y-yeah, just a bit tired. Not used to jogging so far" They nodded," I understand, my daughter goes jogging all da time, doesn't usually make it past her bus stop before deciding to stop" America nodded again, standing up straight," Might as well go get some groceries, don't want to starve, am I right?" The man nodded, and waved a goodbye to America before hailing a cab.

America walked into the store, grabbing a basket and pulling a shopping list from his jacket pocket. "Hmmm, looks like Oregon has requested some oranges. He can always get some from Florida but I guess he won't ever ask her for anything" America felt his stomach growl, and he mentally cursed as he felt tempted to buy a candy bar to settle his stomach. He had Saltine Crackers in the pantry he ate to keep his stomach at bay, so he didn't need to buy anything for himself. Heh, I'm finally eating like a normal human and my body notices right away. I guess it's a good thing, it means it's eating the fat, which means I won't have this chub hanging over my pants anymore! America grinned, reaching for a box of Saltine Crackers because the stuff he had at home was about to run out. He grabbed cereal boxes, a variety of fruits, different kinds of meat, and, of course, American Cheese for sandwiches. He payed the price and had about three grocery bags on his arms. Here comes the true workout America thought, hyping himself up to jog back home.

New England sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. The meeting had been going on for hours, and it was now one in the afternoon, meaning New England was bored, hungry, and he was about to murder someone. Denmark had been droning on for hours about ways to prevent laziness from continuing for too much longer in his country by requiring everyone to apply for at least two jobs by the age of 15 and at least three jobs for unemployed people by the age of 21. Finally, Denmark's presentation had ended, and Germany called for a Lunch Break. "About damn time" New England muttered, standing and stretching his arms above his head. "'Ello there, New England" Came a now familiar English accent, and New England looked behind his shoulder to see the United fucking Kingdom talking to him, as well as France and a country that looked a bit like America. He presented today, idiot, you should remember his name! New England scolded himself, searching his mind for a name. "Hello United Kingdom, France, and... uh..." Shit shit shit whats his name!? Think, dammit, he's America's brother! C-Cambodia... Columbia... Cuba.. C-Canuck... Canuck! Canada! "And Canada!" New England announced proudly, happy with himself for remembering.

"Ah yes, we were hoping you would come to eat with us. Canada claims to have found a rather pleasant cafe nearby and we were hoping to talk to you for a little bit" the United Kingdom said," Also, please call me Britain. United Kingdom just doesn't have the same ring to it" New England nodded, thinking. On the one hand, he could go with Britain, France, and Canada to this cafe and tell them about America, but it would be telling them that America was weak. However, on the other hand, eating alone would make him more vulnerable to questioning, and he knew he'd break and tell someone who most definitely had an agenda against America. "Sure, why not" New England sighed, folding his papers up and putting them in his pocket. "Brilliant! Canada, lead zhe way please!" France cheered, looking expectantly at his former colony. Canada nodded and walked away, allowing the teenage New Englishmen to be flanked on both sides by France and Britain. "So then, New England, tell me, what do you remember of living in the colonies?" "Well, I was born de exact moment de first building of Jamestown was erected, and America was dere to be my friend before you came along..."

Eventually, the quartet made it to the cafe and ordered their food. "We'll be sitting over there" Britain said, pointing to a table in a secluded corner of the restaurant, and New England reminded himself that he could pull a gun on them if they tried to jump him. "Calm down, no need to shoot us" Britain said sarcastically, and New England jumped slightly. "S-sorry" He apologized quietly, and Britain waved his hand dismissively," Details, details. Now, I think we all have something we'd like to ask you" He said, resting an elbow on the table. Canada sat up straight, an interested look in his eyes; France twirled a strand of hair on his finger, but kept his eyes trained on New England. "What would dat be?" New England replied, nervous. "Nothing too serious I hope; Now, me, Francis, and Matthew here were Alfred's family long before you could imagine, I fought for his land before Jamestown was even a dream, and me and Francis were taking care of him before Roanoke's... disappearance. Matthew was with him when he lived with the natives, supposedly. Don't you think we deserve to know where Alfred is and what happened to him?"

New England swallowed slightly, gripping his slacks tightly beneath the table. Tell them tell them tell them tell them His voice chorused repeatedly, but he couldn't find a way to speak. He opened and closed his mouth weakly, unable to make sound. Canada sensed his distress, and began to speak," You don't have to tell us right now if you're uncomfortable-" "He's in the hospital" New England choked out," He's in the hospital, probably asleep, hopefully getting a few calories into his body" He whimpered, surprising everyone. "What do you mean,' 'opefully getting a few calories into 'is body?'" France asked, concern lacing his voice. New England felt tears gather in his eyes, and he reached a shaky hand up to wipe them away. "Lad... can you explain what you mean?" Britain asked, praying that New England wasn't saying what he thought he was saying. "I-I'm sorry" New England whimpered, trying to calm himself down. At that moment, their food had arrived, and New England shoved a ham sandwich into his mouth to stop his quivering lip.

I hope this story isn't moving too slow for all y'all. I want you guys to be excited but I don't want this to move too quickly either... bye