There was a moment of silence (at least in Canada and America's horrified minds) that was broken by Canada's choked whisper of; "Did he just say what I think he said?"

"No, no." America shook his head. "You must have misheard him." He chose to ignore the fact that he, too, had heard the man's exclamation.

"Yeah!" someone else exclaimed loudly. "Its...America, I think. Don't know who the other fellow is, though."

America and Canada exchanged wide-eyed glances.

"What the hell?!" America's voice was filled with disbelief. "How the hell do they know who we are?!"

"Well, who you are," Canada corrected him.

"Oh, shut up." America scowled. "You're in just as much shit as I am."

"...Ungrateful miscreant," England was still ranting, his words slurred. "I raised you, I fed you, I held your hand while you cried when you wet the bed..."

America chose to ignore the embarrassing statement. "They're all staring...shit, shit, shit, they're all staring..."

Canada's shoulders slumped. "For once in my life, I'm glad that I'm practically invisible."

"Hey!" someone cried, pointing in Canada's direction. "I know who that is - he's Canada!"

"Aww, dammit," Canada whimpered.

"CANADA!" England howled, causing said Nation to jump in alarm. "You're just as bad as your brother! I was never good enough for you...all you ever wanted was that damn perverted Frog..."

"We really need to shut him up," America murmured frantically.

"Are you really countries?!" someone cried.

"My god, I can't believe it," said another, in a disbelieving voice.

"I DON'T believe it, it's just a hoax..."

"No way, it was all over the news..."

"Right, because these reporters always publish the truth," someone laughed, their voice filled with sarcasm.

"How old are you?!"

"My god, yes - are you immortal?!"

"This is insane..."

The cries continued, getting louder and more frantic with each one.

"My camera...I need my camera! Where the fuck is it?!"

"This is unbelievable..."

"How did no one notice this before?!"

"Are they dangerous?"

"What's going to happen now...?"

Someone pulled out a video camera, and began to film them. Canada and America had no idea what to do; they stood still, gaping at the crowd with wide, horrified eyes. England continued to babble away, oblivious to the frantic crowd.

"Can I have your autograph, Mr. America?" America glanced down to see a small child holding out a pen and a piece of paper. His brow furrowed.

"Seriously, what's a kid doing in here?" he asked, the question directed at no one in particular.

"You once looked up to me!" England sobbed. "I was once your big brother; the hero that could do no wrong. What am I now? WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PEOPLE WE ONCE WERE?!"

"...Hey, that dude's England!"

"WE KNOW!" someone yelled. "Dude, where have you been this whole time?!"

"We just walked in," a female voice explained. "Why is he crying?"

"I don't know!" someone else exclaimed, voice filled with excitement. "Listen to what he's saying!"

"No, no, no," Canada moaned. "Don't do that."

"LISTEN TO THE HERO AND SHUT THE HELL UP!" America cried, apparently concluding that this was the best way to fix the situation.

"What the hell gives him a right to yell at us?!" a man demanded. "He's not even our country!"

"Exactly!" England slammed his fist down on the table. "Down with America!"

"Oh come on!" America cried, flinging his arms up.

"Did he just say 'down with America'?" someone murmured.

"Is that a declaration of war?!"

"Dear Lord..."

"NO!" England howled. "I DIDN'T MEAN IT, DAMMIT! I LOVE AMERICA!"

Canada looked horrified. "Okay, seriously, please stop talking..."

"YOU TOO CANADA!" England reached out, and attempted to hug the startled Nation. He missed, and fell to the floor. "I LOVE YOU BOTH!"

"Oh my god!" gasped a female voice. "Did he just admit to being in a threesome with America and Canada?!"

"Is anyone getting this down?"

"It's all on video, baby."

"THEY ARE MY BABY BROTHERS AND I LOVE THEM!" England continued to wail. "EVEN IF, AT TIMES, I FIND MYSELF WONDERING IF CANADA IS MEARLY A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION...AND AMERICA IS FUCKING ANNOYING..."

"We need to get him out of here," Canada hissed.

America glanced at him. "When the hell did you get here?"

"AMERICA!"

"I raised him...I took care of him...and how did he repay me?" England moaned. "He started a bloody revolution!"

"Dude, that sucks," murmured the female voice from before.

"I know, right? America is such a jerk to our country..."

"No, I mean, they aren't in a threesome."

It was then that Canada and America decided that they'd had enough. They grabbed England roughly, and made a mad dash for the door.

...

Oblivious to the drama taking place not far from where they were, Germany, Italy and Japan sat in the airport, waiting impatiently for their flight to arrive.

"That meeting was the biggest waste of time," Germany grumbled. "Maybe I should start checking speeches at the door..."

"Yes," Japan agreed. "I find it quite hard to agree with America-san on this matter..."

"I though those slideshows were very cute!" Italy disagreed. "Ve...I wonder if he'd let me name the hero?"

"You idiot!" Germany spat. "There is no hero!"

"Well, not yet!" Italy replied, cheerily. "America hasn't made him yet!"

"...Why must you be such an IDIOT?!" Germany howled. A few people glanced in their direction, looking alarmed.

Japan frowned. "Why are they taking so long to announce our flight?"

Germany clenched his jaw in frustration and stood up, making his way over to the information desk.

"Excuse me?" he said. The person behind the desk - a women, in a crisp uniform - glanced up, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes?"

"I'd like to inquire about our flight," Germany said. He gave her the details, and she glanced at her computer for a moment.

"I'm sorry, sir," she said at last. "Your flight has been delayed."

"What?!" Germany cried, his frustration getting the better of him. "You have got to be joking! I have things to do at home!"

"Yes, sir - so do I," the woman replied, sounding irritated. "You'll just have to wait."

"Yay!" Italy appeared next to Germany, Japan following close behind. "I like the airport!"

"Oh, shut up you idiot," Germany snapped. "Dammit, I don't want to be stuck in this goddamn country any longer than I have to!"

"Excuse me!" snapped the woman. "It is hardly my fault that the flight is delayed. Now please sit down!"

"Is there nothing you can do?" Japan inquired, a frown creasing his face.

"Would all of you just sit down?" she snapped. "No there is nothing I can do...dammit, I knew this job would lead to nothing but problems...everyone thinks they can just go around, demanding things from me..."

"Well I'm sorry!" Germany spat. "I just spent the past hour listening to an idiot rambling..."

"I SWEAR if you end that sentence with: "and now I have to listen to another one..."

"Woman, I wasn't going to!" Germany snapped defensively.

"Who the hell are you calling 'woman'?!"

"LOOK!" A cry interrupted the conversation, before it could get more heated; Germany and Japan were alarmed to see that the person who had made the exclamation was pointing in their direction. "IT'S THOSE PEOPLE ON TV!"

They turned to stare at the television mounted on the wall. A female reporter was currently speaking, and, to their alarm, a picture of a group of nations (which included them) was present on the far corner of the screen.

"...Hours since some of the most shocking news in the history of the world has been revealed," the reporter was saying. "To think, all this time, we have had the personifications of our countries hidden right under our noses, with us being none the wiser. There is no doubt about it either; the proof is undeniable..."

"...Dear Lord," Germany's eyes were wide with horror.

Italy looked fearful. "Is this the end of the world?" he whimpered.

"I always thought the end would be brought about by America-san," Japan whispered.

...

AN:

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