Okay, so his boss had told him to stay where he was.
And he had been...but the walls of his house (however large it was) got boring after a while. Plus, he'd finished all of the frozen hamburgers amongst his 'In-Case-of-WWIII' supplies. And all of the ones amongst his 'In-Case-of-Another-Civil-War' supplies. And the ones in his 'In-Case-of-a-Zombie-Apocalypse' supplies.
He'd even finished the ones in his 'In-Case-I-Am-Ever-Not-Heroic-and-Therefore-Need-Some-Serious-Comfort' supplies.
So...basically, he was all out of frozen hamburgers. Or any other type, really.
His boss would understand if he explained things to him. Probably. Maybe. Perhaps...
...Probably not.
America stopped for a moment, considered this, and then shook his head. His boss would never find out.
He reached his destination; the McDonald's situated close to his house. Making sure that the hood of his hoodie was pulled carefully over his head, casting shadows over his face and therefore making it impossible to recognize him, America pushed open the door and walked inside.
He walked up to the register, pleased to see that there wasn't much of a line. He would buy his food, scoff it down, and then leave as soon as he possibly could. That was the plan - and since it had come out of his heroic head it would totally work.
"Hey! What can I do for you?" the woman standing behind the register asked, her voice cheerful and bright.
America coughed, trying to disguise his voice as much as possible. "Get me a Big Mac" he replied.
The woman looked vaguely disturbed; it might have had something to do with the fact that his voice-disguise made a person think of the guy from Silence of the Lambs crossed with a fifty year old pervert who still lived with his mother.
"No, make it four Big Macs" America said, in that same voice. "And an ice cream" his coughed, struggling to keep up the strange voice, which was starting to hurt his throat. "In a kiddies cone."
The woman stared at him, her eyes wide.
'Oh shit' America thought, panicking slightly. 'Does she know who I am?'
Of course he had nothing to worry about; the woman's shock had nothing to do with the fact that she was staring at her nation but rather with the fact that she thought she was staring the next man who would appear on the news, next to the flashing letters; "Sexual Predator at Large!"
"Uh...of course, sir" she finally managed.
America beamed; his smile was hidden by the shadows cast across his face from his hood. "Thank you" he said.
He walked over to a nearby table and sat down. Staring at a nearby clock with wide, intent eyes, he tried to hide his apprehension. He was a hero - they didn't get nervous about anything! Plus, he had a disguise on - if Spiderman could hide his identity with his costume, then why couldn't America?
"...America..."
He leapt in the air and whirled around at the sound of his name. His mind screamed; 'NOOO! THEY KNOW WHO I AM - MY BOSS IS GOING TO KILL ME!'
"...it's the place to be -" the man who had been spoking spotted America staring at him (or rather, he saw a tall man with a black hoodie obscuring his face, facing his direction) and his voice trailed off.
America sighed in relief and turned away, allowing himself to sit back down.
He was being ridiculous - no one would find out who he was. Why was he acting so nervous? This was McDonalds - one of his favourite places in the entire world! He should have been enjoying himself -
" - so then I was like, oh my god, America -"
America whirled around again, his eyes almost bugging out of his head.
" - best place ever -"
He turned back around before the girl who had been speaking could see him staring at her, and slumped against his chair. Dammit, he was getting way too paranoid.
"No one knows..." he muttered. "No one knows...just calm down..."
A ball slammed against the back of his head.
"I'm sorry sir!" a kid squeaked, hurrying over to him. America rubbed the back of his head, cursing under his breath.
"Dammit kid!" he moaned. "Why the hell are you throwing a ball in here? Dammit, I am so not in the mood for..."
His voice trailed of as he realized that everyone was staring at him.
"...Something bad just happened, didn't it?" he muttered. He felt his head; sure enough, the hoodie had been knocked straight off by the force from the ball.
"Oh shit" he cursed, pulling it back on.
"HEY! IT'S AMERICA!" screamed a person from the crowd of people staring at him. Things were starting to heat up; people were getting excited and pulling out phones, snapping pictures, screaming things out...
"Why does this keep happening?" America whimpered, getting a flash-back to the English pub. Getting a flash of inspiration, he grabbed te ball out of the arms of the shocked kid and flung it with all his might at the crowd. It slammed into the back of someone's head, knocking them to the floor.
"HEROES ARE ALWAYS THE BEST AT MAKING DISTRACTIONS!" he yelled.
There was a slight pause - then everyone went back to screaming and snapping pictures.
"...I wonder if anyone will care if I throw the kid?" America muttered.
...
"Why the fuck did you follow me home?"
Romano glared viciously at France and Spain, both of whom were sitting next to him, chatting happily away, as if their entire lives hadn't been completely changed in the blink of an eye.
"Calm down, Little Romano" France cooed, ignoring Romano's furious yell at the comment. "I was simply following Spain."
Spain nodded. "I was following you" he said.
"BASTARDS!" yelled Romano.
"...It's cold up here" Spain said, after a moment. All three nations looked down at where they were currently seated - the roof.
Romano snorted. "Well, it's not like we can go in there" he muttered. "Since the Bastards are IN MY HOUSE!"
"Yes - as Prussia would say...this is not awesome" France sighed.
The three of them started morosely into the distance.
"Well..." Spain murmured after a moment, turning to smile lovingly at Romano. "If this had to happen, then at least we're lucky enough to be together."
"...If I throw myself of the roof, will I die? I hope so" Romano muttered, glaring viciously at the ground.
"Ah Romano...you are so funny!" France exclaimed, chuckling heartily. He then sighed wistfully. "You would have made a lovely French colony..."
"That's it!" Romano snapped, leaping to his feet. He walked to the edge of the roof. "I'm jumping."
Spain laughed nervously. "Romano - sit down!"
"No way, Bastard!" Romano spat. "The entire world knows about us; my house is being invaded by a bunch of annoying bastards; I'm stuck on this roof with you and him - life usually hates me but this is just ridiculous!"
A reporter wandered outside of the house. Romano quickly sat back down and scooted over to where he had previously been sitting.
At the looks that Spain and France were shooting him, he quickly muttered in a defensive tone; "The last thing I need is the headline; 'SOUTH ITALY - SUICIDAL?'"
...
"...How come your boss hasn't done anything about this?" Germany asked Austria. The two of them, along with Prussia, Italy and Hungary were holed up in Austria's living room, listening to the excited yells coming from outside.
'I left one hell-hole and ended up in another' Germany thought, morosely.
"I don't know" Austria snapped. "Why hasn't yours?"
"...I honestly don't know" Germany muttered.
"It's these damn reporters" Austria sighed, his shoulders slumping. "You can't control them."
"My boss kind of yelled at me over the phone, and then told me not to leave the house" Italy piped up, beaming widely. "Isn't he funny?"
"...I have no boss" Prussia announced, lounging across Austria's sofa. "I'm just that awesome."
Hungary frowned towards the doorway and shook her head. "They are quite loud, aren't they?" she muttered.
For a moment, the five of them listened to the screams coming from outside.
"You stupid idiots" Austria muttered, glaring at Germany, Italy and Prussia. "You just had to go and lead them to my house, didn't you?"
"Do not blame me!" snapped Germany, defensively. "Blame Italy - he allowed them into my house!"
"Then why did you have to come here?!" Austria exclaimed, frustration coating his tone.
"First place I could think of" Prussia said, joining in the conversation. Austria glared at him.
"I'm hungry" Italy sighed, his shoulders slumping. "Can I please make some pasta?"
Hungary beamed at him, looking like she wanted to lean over and pinch his cheeks. "Oh, Ita!" she cooed. "You are so cute!"
Germany glanced at Italy. "No" he said.
"Excuse me!" spat Austria. "This is my house - I make the decisions!"
Italy beamed, his dejected look vanishing immediately. "So, I can make pasta?" he asked, eagerly.
"...No" Austria replied.
"Aww, don't be mean to Italy!" Prussia scowled. He shot a smile at Italy. "Don't worry - you can make pasta."
Germany and Austria both shot Prussia vicious glares. "NO HE CAN'T!" they yelled, at the same time.
Germany cursed and clenched his fists. "Italy, shut up; Prussia, shut up; Hungary, shut up; Austria shut up!"
"How dare you!" howled Austria. "This is my house!"
"We nee to discuss what we are going to do about this situation!" Germany snapped. Seeing that Italy was about to say something, he heatedly added; "Italy - don't you DARE say 'pray.'"
"...Actually, I was going to say that we should surrender and wave the white flag."
"THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE!" Germany howled.
Hungary scowled at him and thunked him on the head with her frying pan.
"Don't yell at my little Ita!" she spat. Germany let out a string of curses and rubbed the back of his head.
"We should go and tell those reporters how awesome we really are!" unsurprisingly, that statement had come from Prussia.
Austria smirked at him. "They probably don't even know who you are" he mocked.
"Oh shut up!" Prussia snarled, falling for the bait. "My armies will -"
" - Crush me?" Austria's smirk grew wider. "Guess what, Prussia - you don't HAVE any! Hahahaha -"
"SHUT UP!" Prussia howled. "I will GET one! I will get a BIG one and it'll be as awesome as me! And then I will come and DESTROY you and take over all your vital regions -"
"STOP SCREAMING!" Germany howled. "THEY MIGHT HEAR US!"
"...I think I just heard Germany!" said an excited voice from outside.
There was a moment of silence.
"I think we should hold a world conference" Germany continued to speak, in a quieter tone. "We should get everyone together and discuss what should be done -"
"Will I get to make pasta?" Italy asked, cutting him off.
"NO!" Germany yelled.
"I told you it was Germany!" cried the same voice from outside. Germany's face coloured with rage.
"Goddammit!" he snarled.
Hungary frowned. "How are we going to get everyone together?" she asked.
Austria nodded. "Yes - the girl has a point" he said. Hungary beamed at the praise. "With everything that is going on, how could we possibly hold a conference?"
Italy leapt into the air, beaming. "We could wave the white flag!" he exclaimed.
"...We could distract them with our armies?" Prussia suggested.
Germany slammed his head on the nearest hard surface he could find.
"We should choose a conference room" Hungary said, choosing to ignore Prussia and Italy's useless remarks. "If we be subtle about it, we might be able to keep the humans from finding out."
"Oh I don't know" Austria snorted. "We seem to have a problem with doing that."
"I wonder who leaked the secret?" Prussia mused. He glanced at Austria and narrowed his eyes. "It could have been you."
"Says the person who has nothing to lose" Austria scoffed. "If there was a list of suspects, you'd be at the top."
Prussia jerked forward, his expression darkening with rage. "How dare you!" he snarled. "Why would the awesome me have to -"
"SHUT -" Germany paused and lowered his voice a moment later. "Shut up. Hungary - that is a good idea. I'll try and get in contact with as many people as possible and then, whoever is able to make it can discuss the situation and what to do to fix it."
"Time travel!" Italy squealed. Germany thunked him on the head a moment later.
"You are not using my phone" Austria warned them. "I will not have a large phone bill on top of everything else!"
"I'll make the phone calls" Prussia said, shooting Austria a gleeful look.
...
AN:
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