Hetalia is amazing, but not mine...

They walked into the UN building, and Anna looked back to see her father wearing a fedora and a pair of sunglasses, hunched over, trying to blend into the wall.

"Dad, why the hell are you dressed like that? You look like you're part of the mob!"

He shushed her, and began to creep down the hallways of the conference building.

"I can't give my identity away to the wrong people. The Witness Protection place has no idea I'm here, and while, yes, they have a lot to explain, I'd rather this go off with a hitch. Plus, I'm not so sure how everyone else will think to me coming back into the land of the living."

"Well, stop slinking! You look like a freaking criminal!"

Arthur turned around, a slightly amused expression on his face. "He's going to do this in steps. He'll sit through the meeting as the American representative, and then, when he's ready, we'll reintroduce him. If he 'can't' handle it, we'll try some other time."

Alfred nodded, remembering his anxiety he'd had after Anna had gone down to get breakfast after the extremely awkward scene in the bedroom. Arthur had been quick to calm his nerves, but he truly was more worried about everyone rejecting him. France was kind enough, but France didn't have his head screwed on all the way, and Alfred hadn't fully forgiven him in his mind.

USUK

Canada looked in as England walked into the room, along with France. So they were both all right. He'd have to inquire what was up with the two of them during lunch break. Next came a young woman, slender, with long black hair draping down her back. She must be the new secretary Arthur mentioned. She was followed by an odd fellow, who looked vaguely mafia…

England looked for his seat in the conference room, and saw, that for once, he wasn't seated anywhere near Canada, spotting himself down the table ten seats. Then he noticed the empty 'America' seat. Arthur was glad he hadn't had Anna call to remove the American representative seat this time round. Ugh, there was a seat next to Arthur's…for France…He'd have to pull through.

Alfred sat down in his chair next to Canada, tense, not able to even look sideways at him. Matthew noticeably tensed as well, not expecting anyone to sit next to him.

Everyone was now glancing at 'Mafia man', silently urging him to take off his hat and glasses, or say something. Instead, he did something that angered the lot of them.

Alfred had noticed the plaque reading "United States" in front of him as he had sat down. It seemed to be glaring at him, like it was announcing him before he wanted to be announced. So, he flipped down the nameplate nonchalantly and turned away as if he'd done nothing.

Canada had been holding Russia's hand ever since the man next to him had sat down, but when he flipped down the nameplate, Matthew crushed his hand in a bone grip. There was a reason no one sat in America's chair. When it was there, it was in memoriam to his twin, and if the man had been an American representative, Matthew would have put up with it. But to desecrate his brother's name by flipping down the nameplate? Who was this hoser? This man who liked to rip Canada's mending heart once more into two?

Russia felt the grip on his hand, and felt his anger rise dramatically. As the meeting was called to order, he stood up, and walked the two chairs over to the man in the hat.

"You enjoy being a worthless pig, don't you? Why don't you change seats, or better yet leave, da? If not, it won't be pretty, da?"

USUK

Anna watched the meeting start, the scary German man she had talked to before on the phone leading it. Then, she noticed a man whispering into her father's ear, his long scarf touching the ground ever so slightly. There seemed to be a discussion going on, so Anna simply turned back to the meeting with all the countries. It was true, all the different people here called each other by country name, the scary German called Germany by the small Italian and vice versa.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a flash of movement. She turned to see the man who had the scarf on swing a chair really hard into the back of her father's unsuspecting head, much to her horror, and to the feminine man beside her father. Alfred's head smashed into the table, and the chair shattered into pieces around the room. Arthur looked over from his position talking with Japan at this, his face paling.

"NO!" Anna let lose a yell before she could stop herself.

The whole room was suddenly dead silent, Anna not able to move. The man who'd swung the chair kissed the frozen effeminate man on the cheek, whispering something about having taken care of the problem. Taking care of him? Anna felt her heart stop, and her body go cold…until she heard…laughing?

That was a blow that would have killed any normal man. But the man in the hat wasn't dead. His furious laughter sent chills down everyone's spine. The scarf man turned back around, curious.

Alfred whipped around, his hat falling off, his sunglasses broken and falling off, revealing his blue eyes. He swung his fist into the Russian's face and tackled him to the ground.

"You got a problem with me sitting in my own GODDAMNED SEAT YOU F*CKING COMMUNIST BASTARD? AND KEEP YOUR FLITHY PAWS OFF MATTIE!"

Alfred pelted his fists into the man over and over again, and felt no resistance, the man below him starring up in semi-shock and amusement. Canada behind him simply couldn't believe who he was seeing.

Anna felt her feet catch up to her mind, and she rushed forward, trying to pull her violent father, once again, away from the foreigner.

"Papa, please, don't hurt this man! Please, PAPA!" She was so upset by the last five minutes of this conference, she started to beg him in rapid Russian.

"Fine, fine, yes, Anna, you're right, this communist isn't worth it." She helped her father up from the man on the floor, and then took a look around. Everyone was starring, open-mouthed at her father, tall and proud in his suit. Arthur and Francis were the only two looking any less shocked, Arthur with his head in his hands, murmuring about how Alfred was still as childlike as ever with his temper, while Francis sat next to him, an amused grin on his face.

Alfred finally calmed down. "Sorry 'bout that guys!" And shot them all a signature smile. Then, he felt arms wrap themselves around his waist and a head buried into his back.

"Al, you're alive!" Alfred turned around and hugged his brother back.

"Yeah, sorry 'bout the whole disguise thing." He felt his brother begin to sob, and his own eyes began to tear up. Then he heard another voice.

"Alfred, you have a Russian daughter, da?" The whole room, still in shock, burst into heated conversation, and Alfred felt a headache coming on.

Author's note: Everyone but me is grocery shopping right now, so i could post this. For the past two nights we've had HORRIBLE thunderstorms, and the night before last, we had a tornado touch down in the town next to us. And we don't live in Tornado Alley or anything.

PBS is having a show on Monday (which I have off!) on polka. That's right, the Polka show, every monday.

I saw Pirates of the Caribbean yesterday, and it was AMAZING! THERE WAS A MAJOR HOTTY IN IT! (Eww, not Johnny Depp.)

Let me be your wings,

Leave behind the world you know,

For Another world of wondrous things!

AMAZING SONG! (SO-So movie, thumbelina)

Fun Fact: All rain is acidic rain, due to pollution in the air, but it doesn't hurt us. Instead, it hurts marine life. And floods the Mississippi.

UGH.

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