'Ello

I finally got out this next chapter. I've had it for sometime now...

So, I'm sorry.

Enjoy.

"Don't worry about him Angleterre. I'm sure he'll show up sooner or later," France wrung his hands together and looked around to the other countries that were present. The meeting room was filled with everyone but one person.

Again.

It was the second time that that person would be absent. They didn't show up at the last world meeting either which very much surprised everyone. Even if he was unprofessional and lazy they didn't think he would ever skip a world meeting. Especially not twice.

"Oh, am I late?" everyone turned to look at the door that led into the meeting room, and there was the man they all spoke about. Sky blue eyes, sunny blonde hair, and that ridiculous cowlick to go with it.

"Ah! Amérique, you finally made it!" France stood up and waved him over.

"You shouldn't be so late America. These meetings are important," Germany looked over at him with a stern face, and America just smiled.

"Of course. I've just been feeling a bit under the weather lately. It won't happen again," he nodded and sat down. The room was quiet for some time as the countries were shocked into a suffocating silence. That didn't seem like the America they all knew. The boisterous goofy grinning man. The young impudent man. The United States of America.

"America, are you okay?" England looked at America in disbelief.

"Of course." He smiled and patted the older nations hand. "You worry too much."

And that's a problem, he thought.

"Oh, okay. Well if you need anything-,"

"I'll ask. I got it."

"Can we continue?" they looked over to Germany who was still a bit shocked but hid it for the sake of the meeting. "We still have a lot to discuss."

"Yes, let's," America nodded and got out some paperwork. The meeting then resumed.

Everyone was shocked once again as America took notes and did paperwork throughout the meeting. He asked relevant questions and had relevant solutions to others. He gave intellectual presentations that were supported by solid data. He made suggestions to others and always had on a serious face.

The boy they all knew seemed to have just up and disappeared. He was gone.

"America?"

"Yes Canada?" he looked up from his paperwork that he was finishing during lunch.

"Do you want to go down to the new M*D* that opened up down the street?"

"Not now Canada. I'm busy," he shuffled some papers around and sighed. "As you can see." He scribbled more notes down in a small pad that he had sitting beside him.

"Do you want me to bring you some then?" he fidgeted as he looked back to where the allies were huddled around one another, waiting for him.

"If you don't have official business Canada I'm going to have ask you to let me be. I'm very busy right now," he looked at the other nation with an unamused expression. "As you can see."

"O-okay," he nodded and took off towards the allies. He was shaking so bad.

"Well?" England looked at him as he got closer.

"He's not hungry. He's busy," the Canadian looked back over to the efficiently working American.

"What?!" England was appalled by the notion.

"That can't be. Canada surely you're joking," France started to wring his hands while casting glances at the American just like everyone else still in the room.

"Surely, da?" Russia looked at Canada with a scowl.

"No. I'm as serious as America right now."

"That's impossible, aru!" China shook his head furiously.

"I thought so too," Canada looked down.

"Well we just-," England started to speak but was cut off by a certain someone.

"China. I need to talk to you about this agreement," America came up to the aforementioned nation.

"Now?! It's lunch, aru! You should be eating!"

"I can't eat till I get all this paperwork done. I also have bigger things that need to be dealt with afterwards, so all the more reason to get this stuff out of the way. Now, will you speak with me, or continue to waste my time?" he frowned at the asian nation.

"I-I'll talk."

"Good. Now about-," he started to walk away with China hot on his heels.

"That was very surprising," Russia looked after them and frowned. He also folded his arms over one another and looked at the rest of the group that was left.

"It was unnerving!" Francis wailed and started to walk off. "I can't stay here anymore! I'm leaving!"

"What?!" England snapped out of his stupor and turned to the Frenchman who was getting his coat on. "What about the meeting?!"

"I rather face an angry German than stay with this serious Amérique," and with that he left.

"Bloody hell," he sighed and turned to the depressed Canada. He was hugging his bear to his chest tightly and biting his lower lip.

This day was going to be a very long one.

People started to leave and gather their stuff as the meeting finally ended.

Finally. I was getting tired of all these people up on my case.

"America!"

Great…

"Yes?" he turned around smiling to look at the man who made his way over to him.