A/n: Sadly, I don't anymore know how to determine the grammar errors in my story; I'm purely expecting the word processor to correct my mistakes, although yeah, sometimes the processor itself is also wrong. But, don't worry I'll try to write accurately. PeanutbutterxJellyshipper need help! Please!

Anyways thank you for the reviewers who are very patient and kind to review here~

Unfortunately I still don't own hetalia~ but I don't have plans to own it

Italics are once again portraying the man's unsaid thoughts.

Have a happy new year everyone~

The man follows the man ahead of him. He was still silent, as he is always until they arrived to the place where the car was.

"You can stay at the back, I guess…" England told him as he hops into the front seat. The man opens the door, goes in and closes it.

Well, even though he talks to those cute creatures of his, I think he's even worse than those people stuck in a solitary confinement. Maybe, we're both insane; I'm talking to myself after all.

He tries to look furtively towards the front of the car to see England; unfortunately he too, was looking at him. He turns aside and closes his eyes, erasing all of those thoughts he was thinking about a while ago. Eventually he fell unintentionally asleep and dead to the world.

After a while, the car turns to a stop in front of a simple but huge house. It doesn't seem to leave the man astonished though.

"Uhh, here we are... It's not much but please… make yourself comfortable. I had a room prepared for you; It's on the second floor, second room." He instructed.

The man stared naturally as a blonde approached them. "Oh hey Artie, who's this?"

"Hmn oh, he's my friend. Do you mind showing him to his room Alfred? The UN called me again. What about you?" he checks his phone.

And once again the man strayed off again.

Finally, I think I could get used to this… exploring freely and-

"Hi~~ Can you tell me your name? I'm Alfred/ America. THE HERO! Can we be friends? Are we already friends? What do you think of Artie? He's so boring right? Hey, hey, let's do something! Do you play COD? Do you like Naruto? Would you like some donuts instead? Or a hamburger?" the blonde who showed up before them a while ago was flailing around ecstatically now…

Because of the fast speech the blonde made… it took the man a while to process everything while they were walking.

His name is America, also Alfred and he's the so-called hero… He's asking me about Arthur and for something to do… He's offering something too… And he's asking for my name…

My name…

My name…

My name…

It repeated in his mind like an echo made by the footsteps he take in one of those dark caverns.

Then his eyes widened, "Hi. Um, I'm please to meet you America~"

Then America gasped. "OMG REALLY SO AM I! Hey dude you don't need to speak so formally, I'm not Arthur anyways! Hahahah! So what's your name?"

The man pauses and finds a way to at least escape the question without showing the struggle he's doing to escape it.

After that America bumps into door, leaving a dent in the door, "Oops here's your room."

I have to distract him… at least to make him stay away from that … lousy question of his about my name.

"Come on dude, "

"Do you stay here alone when Arthur's away?" the man had a rough start, and that was for sure.

"Nah, I have my own home actually, I just like bothering Artie 'cuz he's so fun when he gets mad! Haha~" the man nods at this, "How about you? Where do you live? How does it look like?" he returns the question, interest obviously lingering around his head.

"Ours is bigger. And yours is…" He mumbled and looks at Alfred, who in return gave him a quizzical look. "Eh, well it's bigger I guess. Actually, it was Arthur who gave it to me... Are you a nation too? What's your name? You haven't told me yet~" he was now pouting.

Now I'm damned trap.

Involuntarily the worried man found himself speaking.

"You guess."

"Aw... Can't you give me a clue, like, the first letter of your name? Maybe even last name if that's what you want~" he pleads.

"Now that you've mentioned it… I don't really have a name. Seriously, I mean it." He replies with a blank stare.