So I'm republishing this. I've gotten a suggestion for a name, plus a name from friends. I'm going to wait a week from when I publish this chapter to start a poll with all the suggested names. This also means that I won't be able to update this story for a minimum of a week. So if you like a name, suggest it. I still don't own Hetalia.

July 1X 201Y: America's POV:

After months of trying to convince her, the girl refuses to budge. I can't really blame her…. At some points, I did try to kidnap her…. Those attempts hurt… Who taught her jujitsu ninja skills? America thinks re-reading her report for the umpteenth time. There has to be something that I can do. A hero cannot have any debt, even to a random citizen who helped the hero out of the kindness of her heart.

After a few minutes I look out the window, I'm heading to meet Canada, England, France, Prussia, Spain, Denmark, Norway, Romano, Germany, Italy and Russia (who will probably be stalked by Belarus) at a mall. I've been hanging around her area recently, so we're going to a mall by her.

Originally, I had just invited England and France, but France was staying with Canada who had Prussia staying over, so France and Canada mentioned it to him. Prussia then got with France and told Spain, who told Romano, who told Italy. Prussia told his brother, and Denmark. Denmark invited Norway. Somehow, Russia got wind of this. And, I'm pretty sure wherever Russia goes, Belarus will follow. So, I'm just going with it. 'It might actually help my economy too. So no complaints here.' Everyone else is getting a ride there; I did send cars to the airport for Denmark, Norway, Spain, Romano, Italy and Germany. The commie can get his own car.

When we arrive, I get out of the car and tell the driver to go somewhere, because I'll be a couple of hours…

"I'll call when I'm ready to leave…. I think that the other people are going bowling," I say through the window.

"Alright, I guess I'm going bowling" The driver says.

The driver rolls up the window and drives away as America walks into the mall, entering at the food court. And he waits…. And waits…. And waits… After about an hour of waiting he decides to call one of the group…

'But who to call… If Iggy's in one of his moods, he'll not answer…. Frenchie never answers me on a good day…. Canada's phone is almost always on silent… The commie's not going to answer me… I don't know if Belarus even owns a cell phone… Denmark's get broken in a drunken rage once… Norway is… Well, he's Norway… Spain will get to it after a week…. Romano will yell at me….. Italy's phone will be taken by Romano… Better call Prussia then….'

I call Prussia…. Only to be met with a message telling me that his battery is dead… 'Great… Just Great…. I guess I have no choice but to call Germany….' I dial Germany's number into the phone. 'I've had the number for a while, never bothered to put it in the phone, or write it down… Calling it got me a lot of trouble during WWII, but I did what I needed to for a fellow nation.' After several rings, I hear a shrill scream.

"Uh? Hello?" I say into the phone.

"One moment, America" Germany says after a different scream.

"What's happening by you dudes?" I respond.

"We're in Macy's…" Denmark says taking the phone from Germany.

"When did you guys get there!?" 'I've been waiting for you all for an hour and you're in the mall!?'

"Where are you, you bloody git!?" England says after something that sounds like a choking noise.

"I'm in the food court… You know, THE PLACE THAT I TOLD YOU GUYS TO MEET ME!" I say. 'Come on… I've been waiting here for an hour… I didn't have time for breakfast because I overslept… We were all going to eat together… What happened to that plan?'

"…. When did we say that we'd meet in the food court..." England says obviously confused.

"At the meeting last week. You asked me where we were meeting, I told you and France and told you guys to pass it on…."

"DON'T YOU DARE USE THAT TONE WITH ME! I FLEW HALF-WAY ACROSS THE WORLD FOR YOU!" England states…

"Dude, you're staying in my house…. You left before I did remember…" I say.

"how long have you been here?" a small voice asks. 'Thank you Canada! THE ONLY REASONABLE VOICE IN THIS F-ED UP FAMILY!' (America: Yes, I do know that I'm irrational… But that's my job! AND YES, I do realize that he exists, contrary to popular belief. Does that mean that I don't ignore him at times? Not a bit.)

"I've been waiting in the food court for an hour… I'm hungry…. I haven't eaten anything today at all… And it's a 4 hour drive from Washington to here."

"That reminds me… WHY WAS I IN NEW YORK CITY WHILE YOU WERE IN WASHINGTON D.C.!?" England says taking the phone back.

"Give me that," I hear Germany say taking his phone back.

"Because I got held up with some 'emergency business.' My boss wouldn't let me go," I tell him. 'Emergency business, aka explaining why the Senate seems to think that I'm a pedo… Despite the girl being technically older than I am…'

"So I have to try and navigate the infernal city known as . ! because you had 'emergency business'!?" England steals back the phone.

"I'm on speaker aren't I?" I say.

"We put you on speaker after England took mien phone," Germany says.

"Okay then," So should I come to you, or do you guys want to come to me?" I say, stomach growling.

"we'll come to you," Canada says.

"Okay, see you soon dudes," I say hanging up.

With the group:

"So which way is the food court?" France asks.

"Follow me," Canada says.

"Hold up there," Prussia says grabbing Canada's shoulders and pulling him back.

"What's wrong, eh?" Canada asks.

"We passed the food court when we came in," Prussia says.

"Yeah, so?" Canada responds.

"We came from the opposite way you were just walking," Prussia states.

"The mall is a bloody circle!" England points out.

"It's technically a rectangle," Norway says.

"Can we just get moving?" Germany asks, facepalming how even here, everyone is fighting.

"Excuse me," a random girl.

"Oui, mademoiselles" France says turning to the girl and her friends with her.

"Can we squeeze through?" She asks.

"Of course," England says, "But would you mind pointing us to the food court first?"

"You walk out of here, take a right, and it's down a floor," She says.

'She talks very fast.' The group minus England and Canada think.

"Che?" Romano says eyebrow raised.

"Andate dritti. Girate a destra. Andate alla fine del corridoio. Girate a sinistra. Scendete di un livello. Voi siette lì," She says much slower.

"Grazie," Veneziano says cheerfully.

"Was?" Germany and Prussia says.

"How about we just show them," one of her friends suggest.

"That'd be simpler wouldn't it?" She says.

"So when are we going?" Denmark says.

"Follow me," She says going with her friends to the front of the group.

Back in America's POV:

I look around to see where they might be.

"YOU SAID RIGHT, SCHIFOSA!" I hear Romano say

"I said right OUT. OF. THE. STORE! pompinaio," A very familiar voice says.

"When did you learn that?" A somewhat familiar voice says.

"Italian translations of mangas and google translate," The familiar voice responds.

"YOU DARE TO INSULT ME WITH SOMETHING FROM GOOGLE TRANSLATE!"

"Hahaha! Yo dudes and dudettes!" I say walking forward before Romano kills her.

"What are you doing here?" The familiar voice says.

End notes:

Andate dritti. Girate a destra. Andate alla fine del corridoio. Girate a sinistra. Scendete di un livello. Voi siette lì = Go straight. You(plural) turn right. You(plural) go to the end of the hall. You(plural) turn left. You (plural) go down the stairs.

Was = (If my limited German is correct) what

The last two things in Italian are curse words, feel free to google them.

If any language is incorrect and you notice, feel free to point it out. Thank you!