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A day later Alfred awoke to the sound of his alarm clock, in one of the many bedrooms the base held. He tried to turn off the alarm but accidentally ended up crushing it. Opening his sky blue eyes he glanced around the room. The rooms were each different in some way to make each room unique. Some of the rooms were actually suites with their own kitchens, large bedrooms, and living rooms. Alfred's was not. His bedroom was small and was more like a collage dorm than anything but he did have a decent size bathroom. It had no windows and was a pale blue color. Yawning, he lazily sat up. His golden hair was a mess from tossing and turning all night. Making his way across the room he opened up the silver colored mini fridge, which Washington stocked for him, and pulled out a Cola. He forced the lid off when he heard the sound of his door opening. Glancing to his left he saw Washington standing in the door.

"That doesn't seem like a healthy breakfast." He commented looking soda in Alfred's hand.

"Good morning to you, too." Alfred grinned.

"Hmm…," The Doctor walked up to Alfred and gave him a look over. "I guess you weren't kidding when you said you heal fast."

"Yeah! It took me two weeks though. It usually it doesn't take as long. I was laying in that bed for two weeks right?" he asked uncertainly.

The doctor nodded. "Yes. It was two weeks sense we found you laying in the dirt, but I didn't come here to talk about your wounds. I wanted to check to make sure you were awake like I asked."

Alfred pouted. "Yeah, bro. I'm awake. But who the fuck gets up at five in the morning! It's inhuman!"

Washington rolled his eyes and handed him a bag. "The representatives will arrive in an hour. I found some clothes for you to wear and here is an outfit for today." Alfred looked at the white dress shirt and royal blue waist coat along with a pair of black boats and pants.

Alfred looked back up at him. "Have anything normal to wear?"

Letting out a sigh the doctor crossed his arms. "This is the normal fashion. Waist coats are casual now. Not that weird leather jacket I first saw you wearing."

"My jacket isn't weird!" Alfred protested.

Washington ignored him. "I would tell you that you have to stay in your room all day but something tells me that you will go off exploring anyways. All I'm asking is that you stay out of site, don't ask any weird questions, and try to not talk like an American. Not many talk like that anymore. Just please be careful. I'm going to head out to oversee the preparations."

"Alright, I promise to stay out of trouble." Alfred said scowling. With that Washington left Alfred to get changed.

-o-

After Alfred took a shower and changed into the clothes. He tugged uncomfortably at the outfit and left the top few buttons of the dress shirt undone. 'I feel like I'm being choked,' he scowled at his clothes. 'They don't have a T-shirt or jeans anywhere?' Shaking his head he left his room in search of food.

Everyone was in panic of the arrival of the representatives. They were all so busy rushing trying to prepare rooms, food, documents, and make sure that everything is ready that they didn't even spare Alfred a passing glance as he made his way down the hall. After about fifty minutes of confusion and irritation at the Russian language placed on the signs everywhere, Alfred finally found the cafeteria. He rushed towards the buffet, grabbed a tray, and started piling as much food as he could on it. The cafeteria was on the third floor and had one wall that was just a large window. Alfred rushed forward to sit next to it and immediately started to admire the view. Mars was beautiful. He could see the mountains surrounding the base. They stretched like walls, all the way down at the other end of the valley, to the ocean with the sun rising over its horizon.

"Beautiful." Alfred whispered as he stared out at the scenery. He sat there enjoying his food when he saw a crowd gathering outside. At the entrance to the base was a port for ships to land. At first Alfred was impressed with the port, last he remembered space ports and ships were just an idea that wasn't put into production yet. He glanced at the clock that was attached to the table and realized that it was six. The other nations will be arriving any time now. Alfred felt his heart race as he looked towards the sky. Sure enough, one by one, several ships descended from the clouds. Alfred stared at the ships in wonder. 'They look like someone pulled them out of a video game' he thought. He pressed his face against the window as the ships landed in their ports. Alfred felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest and he felt uneasy by their arrival. 'I need a closer look.' He pleaded and ran out of the cafeteria and down to the port.

When he reached the crowded port he was relieved to see that none of the nations have left their ship yet. The crowd surrounded both sides of a walkway and was full of reporters itching to take a picture of the representatives. He pushed his way closer to the front when he heard the sound of door opening. People lifted their cameras to catch pictures of representatives as the left their ships.

Alfred couldn't help but smile as he saw them step out of their ships and onto the path. "Germany, England, Spain, France…" As they appeared Alfred listed off their names. His heart felt lighter when he looked at the familiar faces. He also felt like laughing when he saw their clothes. "Reminds me of England's pirate days." He chuckled. Suddenly Russia appeared and he felt the smile slide from his face. He glared at the tall nation. 'I see he's still wearing his stupid scarf' he thought bitterly. The nations made their way inside, chatting and joking happily with each other. Alfred stared at their retreating backs and decided to follow.

All the representatives stopped in a sitting room to converse before the conference. Alfred stood in the hallway outside the door wondering if he should go in or not. Washington's words kept on repeating themselves in his head: They are not the same. He glanced it at all of them talking happily to each other. 'They don't seem that different to me.' He thought but suddenly he heard them talk about several things that changed his mind. Slavery, lack of human rights, the list went on, and they were talking about it happily.

Suddenly something happened that made his heart jump out of his chest. France was standing just a few feet away from his and was laughing very loudly. "HAHAHAHA! Do not worry, Mon cher! I shall return to grace you all will my company, once again!" Someone shouted something back but Alfred did catch it. He was more concerned with the fact that France was heading right for him. Panicking he ran down the hall but soon another voice made him stop.

"I plan to beat the Russian wanker in this. I'll become stronger than him." Arthur. England. He was turning around the corner at the end of the hall, coming this way. Alfred was trapped. He looked around frantically and saw a door. He had no clue where it went but he rushed towards it and hid inside. It was a closet. Alfred slowly closed the door behind it. Leaving a crack to peek through he glanced out into the hallway. England, who was accompanied by Germany, met France in the hallway.

"Ah! Hello, Angleterre, Allemagne," He smiled as he greeted each of them.

Germany just nodded but England replied. "What do you want, frog?"

"Ah! You wound me with your harsh words," he said dramatically adding over exaggerated hand movements. "I was just heading to see about my room. So tell me, how are you holding up?"

England scowled at him. "What do you mean? Of course I'm fine."

"I was wondering that as well," England looked at Germany and raised one of his thick eyebrows. "At this time of year you tend to get unruly and drunk."

Arther looked from France to Germany before scoffing. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm over it. This is a chance to forget right? That's what I'm going to do! Who cares about what happened to America. What's done is done. I'm going to forget about him and focus on beating Russia!" France and Germany glanced at each other then back at England.

"That's good," France said in a cheery voice. "I'm glad to see you're doing well."

Germany nodded. "Yes, better to focus on the future." They talked for a little while longer before heading back to the room to join the other nations. Alfred stood there as their words sunk in: they didn't care. They just wanted to forget about them. 'But, I'm still alive…" Alfred felt a tear fall down his cheek. He closed the door completely and placed his head against it. Alfred then sat there in the dark, miserable.

-o-

Four hours later Alfred made his way back to his room and sat on his bed. "Washington was right… they have changed… They don't even care that I'm gone… What will I do now?" he wondered out loud. He glared at the ground as if hoping to burn holes into it. He could hear people celebrating throughout the base, enjoying their success. Alfred sat there listening to them and only felt the crushing feeling of misery… and anger. 'How could they just forget me?' sighing he stood up and made his way to the bathroom. His eyes were red from crying and. As the sadness turned to anger he really wanted to punch something and so he did. He turned and threw a couple of punches at the wall. Once all of his anger was properly vented, and a decent size hole was left in the wall he went over to the mini fridge and grabbed another cola. Drinking it he brained stormed about what his next move would be.

He was half way through his drink when he heard a knock at the door. He let out a sigh and called out "Washington, if that's you then it can wait till tomorrow," Alfred went back to drinking his cola when there was a knock again. He was tired and exausted from venting and ended up slouching as he went to open the door. Knowing that his eyes were still red from crying earlier he looked down at the ground in an effort to hide it. "Washington I told you-."

"I'm sorry but you are mistaken," Alfred froze at the voice. Germany was standing there in a long back coat with silver decorations. Tucked under his arm was a thick book. "I want to talk to you about the noises you have been making."

Alfred cleared his voice and tried to make it deeper. "I'm sorry. I'll keep it down." With that he quickly tried to closes the door only to find a black boot keeping it open and a black gloved hand grabbed the door.

"Es tut mir leid, Have i seen you before? " He asked. Alfred felt his blood run cold at the question and Germany stood still staring at him as he waited for Alfred to answer.

I use Google Translate. I do not speak any of the languages.

French:

Angleterre- England

Allemagne- Germany

German:

Es tut mir leid- I am sorry.