(A/N: First ever (not stupid) fanfiction! I meant to post this a long time ago, but Word went on strike for a while. Sighhh…)
'' – thoughts
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Disclaimer: I only own the plot. Me.
Human and Country names used.
Chapter 1: Match-maker
"Synchronization? I've never heard about that China! Is it a new band or something?" asked America. "Aiyah, you're hopeless, aru!" the elder nation replied. He sighed deeply and began to explain to the hyperactive blonde. "Synchronization is the connection of two heartbeats beating at the same time, aru. As two nations keep strengthening their relationship, their souls gradually come closer to 'becoming one'. It's basically like a 'match-maker' for us nations, aru." China concluded. "Oh." The American deflated a little. "So…how do I know who my match is?" asked he curiously. "Oh, that's simple! You and your 'counterpart' are the only ones who can hear each others' heartbeats. Once you find the source, you and that nation should have no problem starting a relationship." China replied. "Now then, I have something to attend to. I will see you next time, America." And with that, the Asian nation left. "An automatic match-maker, huh?" America pondered. 'Hopefully it's not that damn Commie bastard.' He thought with a shudder. Suddenly, his stomach rumbled. "Alright, time to get some Mickey D's!" Alfred happily walked down the corridor of the Allied Nations' building.
Th-thump, th-thump.
"Eh? What was that?" America wondered, still walking. 'I must be imagining things.' He thought.
Th-thump, th-thump.
"That synchronization crap China was talking about must be getting to me…" he mumbled in slight annoyance. The now slightly irked nation continued to walk down the hallway of the building.
Th-thump, th-thump.
America growled. 'Dammit, someone's trying to pull a trick on me! It has to be some sort of big scheme! Well joke's on them, 'cause the hero's not gonna stand for this!" He changed the direction he was previously walking in and instead sauntered in the direction of the noise, the sounds becoming louder with each step. The American plotted on what do once he confronted the people. 'I'll do something totally hero-like, then I'll beat their asses and send 'em to prison for trespassing on private property! Yeah, that'll teach 'em!' Finally, the American reached the room where the sound seemed to be the loudest. "Humph, I'll teach those commies not to mess with the Hero…" he hissed agitatedly and opened the door. What he saw inside the space shocked him, though.
"America, what are you doing here?"
(End Chapter 1.)
(A/N: Gwahh! Why did no one tell me that writing fanfics with 1000 words or more would be so hard?)