A/N: …I don't know what to say. Is this alright?

For future reference, I do not know when this is set. I just know that it's not set now.

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(Save Us From) Our Solemn Hour

~American Idiot

~~Greenday

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"Yo, Britain dude! You should totally come check this office out sometime! This is the shiz! It has a basketball hoop and everything!"

Arthur mentally berated himself for allowing this to happen. Why, again, had they let Alfred become leader of the free world? Whose idea had this been?

He frowned. Strange. He couldn't quite remember.

"Iggy? Are you alive down there?"

"Huh? Oh yes, I'm fine. I was just wondering, Alfred: do you remember whose idea this was?"

"You mean the takeover?" There was a short silence. "You know, now that you mention it, I don't have a clue. We should ask at the next world meeting. It was probably Russia. It's all part of his evil communist plot to take over the world! Or maybe it was France, so he can make molesting legal! Or maybe it was Turkey!" He offered no explanation as to why, immediately moving on to laugh obnoxiously and say: "Man, I should write this stuff down."

"… they haven't let you near any nuclear launch codes, have they?"

America made an unhappy little noise that might have been his approximation of a pout over the phone. "No, I've actually not done much since I stepped up. It's as if they don't trust me or something."

"Imagine that."

"Yeah, I mean come on, it's me. I'm the Hero."

"Hmm, yes, anyway, I needed to talk to you about the next meeting. Are you still okay with hosting?"

"Sure, sure, my place is free. What's wrong with yours, anyway?"

"Umm… well, we've been a little shaken up by the change of leadership. It's not all quite settled over here yet. Anyway, this could be possibly one of the most important meetings we've had since the end of the Second World War – and we all know how that meeting turned out – so you do need to actually organize this time. You can't just talk about whatever like you usually do. This is of vital importance. We need to catch any and all problems with the arrangement before they get too large for us to handle. So sort it out."

"Jeez, Arty, you sound like you're my mother. I'll be fine, I'm the hero. You make it sound like I'm usually completely unprepared and don't give a damn. I'm insulted. What do you take me for, Prussia?"

"He's allowed to be unprepared, he's not even a bloody country anymore!"

"Alright, calm down, I was kidding, okay? I'll prepare, I'll prepare."

"Make sure you do."

"Are you alright, England? You seem a little … on edge." His voice was filled with uncharacteristic concern.

"I'm fine, It's just … this is getting to me. Controlling the country." England sighed and rubbed at his temple with his free hand. "I've been watching my leaders for over a millennium, I should be an expert, and I'm damn well feeling the pressure. We need to get this right first time, and I just have a feeling that it's all going to go so badly wrong."

"Don't worry so much, Iggs, we'll be fine. You'll see. I am a hero, after all."

America laughed his signature obnoxious laugh, completely ruining the serious tone of the conversation, and the first time Arthur had confided in him since the middle of the previous century. He sighed, wrapping up the conversation.

"I'll see you next week. Don't declare war on any third world countries."

"Hey!"

America was met with the dialling tone. He lifted the phone away from his ear and gave it a baleful look.

"Are they ever going to trust me?" He asked sadly to the empty office.

Nobody answered him.

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Change has occured - this is now only scenes, not a full fledged tale, cause I have loads of tiny bits from the middle to share.

My Writing style has changed dramatically - will have to edit these first three scenes sometime soon.