Disclaimer: Really? I don't own APH!
England looked around, angrily searching for the loud American. He'd heard the boy just a few moments ago, stomping around the room like a bull in a china shop. Of course, the boy never tried to be quiet.
"France!" He shouted suddenly, whipping around to face the country of romance. "Where's America?"
France grinned, a rose mysteriously appearing in his hand. "Oh, England, how could I possibly know where he is?"
England growled menacingly, obviously annoyed. "You know where he is, don't you frog!"
The frog shrugged. "I don't know where he is this time, honestly. How you could possibly lose him, though…"
Growling, England through his hands into the air. "He never talks, that's why! If only he could call back, then we wouldn't be in this mess!"
It was true; America never spoke. His footsteps were loud; everything about him screamed he should be annoying, obnoxious and brash. However, that was not how it worked. Even when he was a child, America had naturally been silent, and it had gotten steadily worse as the years progressed. After the revolution, America had gone completely silent, never speaking to anyone ever again. England tried, France tried, Russia tried, even Gilbert tried (Instead of using words to describe how mad he was, America punched him into a wall), but none of them could get America to speak.
France was silent for a moment, contemplating. Then, he spoke as though one would speak when they had just reached an enormous breakthrough. "What if America can't speak…?"
England let out a loud snort. "He sounded fine as a child."
He shook his head vigorously. "No, think about it! What does America stand for?"
"Freedom, strength, power…? At least, that's what he thinks."
"Yes, and freedom of speech!"
England cocked his head inquisitively. "What're you blathering on about?"
"No one person can represent America, but there has to be a representative. No person can speak for America's entire country since he's so free, so maybe he can't speak at all!"
The truth dawned in England's eyes just as America walked obliviously back into the room.
Ah, yes… me again. So here's the second chapter. It started as a what if and ended as this. This is an AU, as you can see. It's going commando (no beta-ing), so it might be a little…off, but I was done relying on my sister who takes a week to do less than 500 words. So… thanks! And thanks to Phamenia for reviewing first!