Idling doodling on his notepad America waited for this boring world meeting to end already! It's been like 5 hours since it began and Germany was still droning on and on about something he thought was important, not that the personification of the US of A cared or anything. He was like totally getting impatient! Maybe if the meeting had taken place on his home turf, maybe it would have been better. Oh whom was he kidding? Of course it would have been better. Anything would have been better than hanging out in Geneva for Superman's sake.

All was well. For once the nations of the world seemed to be peaceful, aside from the petty arguments here and there. And by peaceful, America totally meant boring! Nothing of interest was happening and he was very inclined to make an excuse and leave. The only thing that was preventing him from doing just that was his boss. Mr. P wanted all the info and didn't want to insult the nations. Since Mr. P was the boss then Alfred was honor bound to obey the leader of his country. So being the awesome hero he was, America tried his very best to pay attention. It worked for about five minutes before his attention began to wander.

Unconsciously he started fidgeted but stopped when England, the stuck up bastard, staged whispered, "Stop it, America."

Sighing heavily, the American did stop his jerky movements…. only to start up again once England directed his attention back to Germany.

Seeing Germany finally finish, America was about to jump up and cheer loudly, but frowned when China began to speak in a monotone voice. It was like everyone wanted him to fall asleep or something. Maybe it was a conspiracy! Maybe Russia planned it; America straightened up and heroically glared at the communist, who in turn smiled childishly, intimidating him into looking away.

Totally not freaked out by the commie bastard, America looked around and saw that Italy, the lucky bastard, was soundly sleeping tucked against his brother's shoulder. While America wasn't prone to fits of jealously, after all he was the best country in the whole world, in that moment he envied the Italian for being able to do what he oh so wanted to do. Stars and stripes! He would rather watch paint dry then stay here! Mentally groaning, Alfred decided to check his phone when all of a sudden it began to chirp loudly!

"America fuck yeah!"

China's speech was put on hold as everyone, as in all nations present, turned and stared in disbelief, although in England's case, in fury. Italy's soft snores could be heard throughout the room.

"America-" The English man started but was rudely cut off.

"Hello~" America sing-songed as he answered his personal phone, ignorant of the murderous glares sent his way by the other nations. He kicked up his feet on the table and slouched comfortably.

"Dad, it's Meredith." America's eyebrows shot up above Texas and into his sandy, blond hair. Strange, he mused, none of this states ever called during the world meetings. They knew better than to voice any concerns, or problems, where it could be heard by the other nations. The fact that New Mexico actually called meant something happened and that thought alone made America quickly jump out of his chair and walk out of the conference room. He enthusiastically waved goodbye to the other nations.

"Hold on, sweetie." America ordered as he closed the door, he could hear muffled English curses through the walls and the sound of chairs screeching against the floor as the nations rose from their respective chairs. He ignored the guard who stood at attention the moment he saw America. America waved away the guard to continue his conversation in a semi private location…the bathroom.

"What's up darling?" He leaned against the beige wall and idly ran a hand through his hair. America's southern drawl came out, as he grew more and more worried when his daughter state silence became too overwhelming for him. He looked into the decorated mirror in front of him and made weird faces as he waited.

"We have a problem." Meredith's voice was small, and made America think back to when he first had his little New Mexico back in 1912. God! She was just so cute! With a cute button nose and big round eyes! Gah! Wait a minute. He furrowed his brows. Did she just say we?

"Did you just say we?" America asked her. Meredith chuckled nervously and nodded though America couldn't see her.

"Yeah," Meredith paused before rushing her words, "Darcy is here with me." To America's awesome ears it sounded like, "Darcyisherewithme."

America's eyes widened in surprise and shock. Did he hear what he thinks he heard? Did Meredith just say Darcy, his little South Dakota, was in New Mexico? Even though all his children are technically required to stay in their territories because Mr.P said so? He left the bathroom at a brisk pace and began to head to the front of the Palace.

"What is she doing there?" He asked worriedly. Why was she there? What happened? Is someone hurt? Well, America thought less than calmly, it can't be one of his kids, because he would feel it. Like during the Civil War, he had felt like he was being torn in half.

"She was doing some internship," America mouthed the words, unbeknownst that he was being watched by the G8 through a window that conveniently popped up, but stopped walking to listen to his state, "but that isn't important. We may have found some interesting stuff. Like Toni."

America let loose a shaky, breathy laugh he hadn't known he had been holding in in relief. He clutched the back of his neck where South Dakota was located. The skin was slightly warm and pulsed but that was normal. Well, he rolled his blue eyes, normal for his taser happy state.

"Like Toni huh?" If it wasn't for the fact that two of his kids were in the same vicinity, which he was pretty was illegal because of the incident in '05, he would have jumping up and down in excitement. Another alien? Someone like Toni? Found in his land? Totes cool!

"Yeah," Sensing that her father was not about to jump down her throat, Meredith enthusiastically continued to babble out all the information she and Darcy had, "he, and I'm totally quoting Darcy here, looked like 'a super sexy version of Norway'."

Momentarily forgetting his excitement America said, "When did South Dakota meet Norway?" His overprotective father instincts demanded he investigate this but America had more important things to worry about right now. Besides he could interrogate Norway later, preferably after he meets the new E.T.

"That doesn't matter dad," South Dakota, aka Darcy Lewis, hurriedly said. Really, she thought annoyed; of all the things to focus on he had to bring up Norway. Goddamn New Mexico.

"This guy came down during a thunder storm and markings surrounded where he landed."

"Is anyone hurt?" First thing first. They needed to determine if the alien would be a friendly like Toni or a threat.

"Just the doctors' pride at not being able to restrain Thor." Watching Thor fling the doctors was one of the more entertaining experiences in Darcy's life. Not counting the time when America jumped out of a plane with nothing but the clothes on his back and a 7-11 big gulp while riding a bear. Anyways from what she and Meredith saw Thor was merely defending himself, which didn't actually worry the two states, but it was the force that he used. Aside from America and his 50 kids, Darcy didn't think it was actually possible for anyone else to have super strength. Well, she reiterated, besides her father's rival.

"Where is he now?" America asked as he walked toward the large entranceway of the Palace of Nations. America squinted at the brightness of the outside as he exited the large, white building. He stopped for one of the many guards who patrolled the Palace.

"He is currently sedated at the Puerto Memorial Hospital. I checked on him earlier today." Darcy said.

America checked his watch impatiently as the guard checked his i.d. Pssh he is the Great America! Not some kid trying to break into one of the most guarded places in the world, although maybe it was his handsome boyish face that caused people to look at him differently. He grinned his most charming grin and laughed heartily as the guard blushed. Of course no one could resist the spacious sky blue eyes of his, or the amber waves of grain that was his hair. He was totally the most attractive guy ever!

"Who was there when he crash landed?" Over the phone America could hear his daughter grumble.

"Dr. Foster, Dr. Selvig and I were present at the time of the crash. In fact Jane actually ran him over."

Flags of all the nations towered over him proudly flickering in the wind as he awesomely walked away from the Palace of Nations and into the parking lot where his rented car awaited. Or at least that was the plan before Darcy spoke. In actuality, America tripped over air and face-planted directly below his own beloved flag. Thankfully his phone did not break on impact and that none of other nations were there to see him. England would never let him live this down. Groaning, he slowly pushed himself off the floor and fixed his bomber jacket.

"Dad, you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Didn't expect you to say that though."

"Well, when it comes to Jane I've learned to expect the unexpected." Darcy said.

America walked to his car; Switzerland always lent his cars every world meeting. He really took care to make his guests comfortable while they're in his territory.

"Is there anything else I should know before I head to back to D.C?" He asked as he got into the car.

"Nah…wait a minute-" Darcy was cut off. Muffled yelling could be heard.

"What are you doing?" The phone call was ended violently, but not before America could hear his daughter's panicked yelps.

What was going on? The America felt his heart stop in terror. He stared at his phone dumbly not knowing what to do. What could he do? He was across the world in Switzerland for Batman's sake! America clutched his head and squeezed his eyes shut while he hunched over the steering wheel. No! He shook his head, dispelling those negative thoughts from his head. He is AMERICA! Land of the free and home of the brave! He is a hero! And heroes don't clam up in the face of adversity. He clenched his fist tightly and the determination to save his daughter from whatever could be seen in his blue eyes.

He started the car, and most likely broke several Swiss speeding laws, racing to the airport.