It's the American Doppelganger!

D.C. pounded on America's door. "Hey, wake up!" He shouted, "You're going to be late to the meeting!" He stopped for America's answer, which none came. He pounded on the door again. "Wake up you lazy bum!" He grabbed at the door knob and twisted it, to which the door quickly swung open.

D.C. walked into America's room, marching right up to his bed. America was in his bed, but D.C. could tell something was wrong. His breathing was labored, and his face was red.

America's eyes slowly opened. "Oh...hey...D.C…." He muttered, "I...gotta...go to...the meeting…right?"

D.C. put his hand on America's forehead. "You have a fever," He said, "You gotta stay."

"No...it's...an important…meeting..." America put his hand over his mouth as he was overtaken by a coughing fit.

"Don't talk so much," D.C. said. He took out his phone. "This is one problem I gotta tell the others."

Fifty states crowded around America, concerned for their country.

"How the hell did we cram fifty people in here?" Vermont shouted.

"Shut up, that doesn't matter!" Virginia snapped.

"So what do we do? He's in really bad shape!" Rhode Island asked. D.C. shook his head. "He's never gotten something so bad," He said.

"Can't we just give him some pills? I have some I picked up from a street dealer just around the corner," Florida suggested.

"That's how you kill someone!" New Jersey replied.

"We can just give him hamburgers, right?" Pennsylvania took out a hamburger. America instinctively extended his hands. "Hamburgers~" He moaned. Pennsylvania walked up to America. "There there," She whispered, leaning over to give him the hamburger.

"Oh no you don't," D.C. pulled her back from the bed. Both America and Pennsylvania let out a disappointed moan.

D.C. cleared his throat. "So today is apparently a very important UN meeting, and everybody is expecting America to be there," He explained, "This meeting could very well change the face of our world."

The room was in instant pandemonium.

"He's screwed!" New Jersey exclaimed.

"If he's screwed, we're screwed!" Utah added.

"We're all gonna die!" Vermont screamed.

"This might be an overreaction," Texas muttered.

"Let's send a hologram of him to the meeting!" Washington suggested. Missouri put a hand on her shoulder. "And how do we do that? We're not like Japan or China or anything," He told her.

"We can make a robot," North Carolina said.

"That's stupid!" South Carolina shot his idea down. North Carolina jumped on top of her and they started fighting. It took nearly ten states to pull them apart.

Massachusetts raised his hand. "How about we just tell the rest of the world that America can't come?"

Everybody stared at him with wide eyes.

"Are you crazy?" Florida asked. Massachusetts lowered his hand.

"Ah! I know!" Pennsylvania exclaimed, "One of us can go!"

D.C. nodded. "Not a bad idea," He said. "So who wants to go?" He asked.

All fifty states raised their hands.

"I wanna! I wanna!" Maine exclaimed.

"Experiencing the world beyond the continent…" Washington muttered.

"I want to visit France…" Louisiana said.

"I can meet all the hotties of the world!" California declared.

"Now now, only one can go," D.C. said. He thought for a bit, before getting a brilliant idea. "I know! New York could go!"

"Me?" New York stepped forward. "Why me?"

D.C. pointed at him. "You look almost like America; if you go the rest of the world will think you're America! The rest of the world doesn't have to know America's sick!" He declared.

New York look flustered. "Are you sure?" He asked. D.C. nodded. "You go to business trips around the world anyways, you'll be fine."

The other states nodded in agreement. New York scratched his head. "But I don't have that one piece of hair that sticks out…"

"Oh, you mean 'Nantucket'?" Pennsylvania asked, "We can just cut it off and tape it on!" She pulled out a pair of shears from under her dress.

"I don't think it's a good idea-" Massachusetts started but was interrupted by America's scream as Pennsylvania snipped off the 'Nantucket' hair. She took out a roll of tape and taped the 'Nantucket' hair onto New York's forehead. "There!" She said, "Now you look totally like America!" All the states gathered around New York, staring in awe.

"Huh, I can't tell the difference," Maryland said.

"Yeah, even though he totally looks hotter," Louisiana commented.

"And much smarter," Hawaii added.

"And more fashionable," Arkansas threw in.

"Hey...I can hear you…" America coughed out.

"Alright, I'll go," New York consented, "It'll be nice to see everyone anyways."

An hour later, New York was walking down the lobby of the building. Calm down, he thought, All you're doing is replacing America in a world meeting, nothing to get overly anxious about.

"Ve~, America!" A voice made New York jump. He turned to see a man with brown hair charge towards him. What is this! He screamed in his mind as the man ran towards him.

"Stop it, Italy! Can't you see he doesn't like that?" A large, buff man picked up the brown haired man. "Sorry about that, America. He's more energetic than usual."

New York stared at them, his mind trying to figure out a response. "Uh...Germany!" He shouted. Germany had a look of bewilderment. "Yes?" He asked. New York sighed. Phew, I got the country right, he thought.

"Are you alright? You seem a bit off today," Germany said in a concerned voice. New York felt sweat forming. "I...uh…" He started.

"I know! How about I treat you to some top-notch pasta after the meeting? Pasta is always the answer!" Italy suggested. New York nodded furiously. He did have a thing for Italian food. "Yeah, pasta sounds nice!" He agreed.

"Well then, I'll be at the hall," Germany gave a curt nod before walking away. Italy waved and followed Germany.

New York sighed with relief. That was a close call...New York's moment of peace was interrupted when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"America, what are you standing there for?" A British voice asked.

"England," New York said. England was one of the countries New York was familiar with.

"Hey hey, is there finally something that worries even America?" England smirked as he rubbed his hand against New York's face. New York pushed England's hand away. "No, I was just reminded of your cooking," He retorted.

England's smirk turned into a scowl. "Who the hell taught you those kinds of manners?" He demanded. New York stepped back. "Well, I was under your care for some time-"

"Big brother is here~" England and New York turned to see France twirling around the lobby.

"You wanker, get over here!" England shouted. France, with deliberate elegancy sailed over to the two. "Bonjour, England, America," He sang.

"Oh, France. How are you today?" New York asked. France raised an eyebrow. "Oh, curious, little one? Très bien today," He replied. "Much better than Angleterre."

"Hey! What the hell is that supposed to mean?" England shouted. France chuckled. "I wonder…" He whispered as he ran towards the meeting hall.

"Hey, get back here!" England yelled. He turned to New York. "I'll talk to you later," He said, before chasing after France.

New York wiped his forehead as he also started to walk towards the meeting hall. "Jesus Christ, what are they on?" He muttered. He quickened his pace, walking past Netherlands and Luxembourg.

"Hey, America," Netherlands called.

"Hey, uncle Netherlands," New York waved his hands at them. The Benelux men stared at each other while New York hurried to the meeting.

New York was hurrying so fast he collided into Japan. Japan stumbled forward before catching himself. "Mr. America! Please, just because you are wrong does not mean you can just steamroll me!" He shouted. A surprised New York took a step back. "Wow, Japan. I'm sorry," He apologized.

Japan immediately bowed several times. "I apologize for that outburst," He backtracked, "That was unusual for me."

He looked up at New York, and squinted his eyes. "You also seem different," He remarked. New York forced a smile. "What do you mean? I'm totally fine. It's me, the hero!" He said. Japan leaned back. "I suppose so, I apologize once more," He said, before putting his back on New York. "I must not be feeling well myself," He muttered.

New York stopped, catching his breath. "Man, those countries were not what I remembered them to be…" He muttered.

"Who weren't what you remembered them to be?" A female voice made New York's heart skip a beat. He slowly turned around to see a woman with short, curly blonde hair standing in front of him. "Are you alright, America?"

"Aunt-aunt Belgium?" New York stuttered. Belgium cocked her head in confusion. "Aunt…?"

New York's froze. Shit, I'm gonna get caught! He thought. However, he quickly composed himself. "Hey-hey Belgium. How are you doing?" He asked.

Belgium peered closer. "Hey, you look kinda different today. Did you get a haircut? A shave perhaps? You look like somebody else…"

Should I be glad or disappointed that she doesn't remember me? New York thought as he adjusted his glasses. I have to act like him, think, how would America act?

His instincts took over; he grabbed Belgium by the shoulders and pulled her in close. His eyes twinkled behind his glasses. "You look beautiful today yourself," He said in a smooth voice.

Belgium's face turned bright red like a tomato. "Um, wow, this isn't like you, being so-" she turned her head, hiding her embarrassed face. "-touchy."

New York's mind went into a frenzy. Shiiiit! I really did it this time! He screamed to himself. Damn it, I fell back to my habits!

"Mind if you let go of my sister?" Netherlands appeared from out of the shadows. America put the blushing Belgium down. "Sorry Netherlands-"

"I have to talk to you," Netherlands interrupted as he grabbed New York's arm. He looked at Belgium. "Why don't you go to the meeting room?" He suggested.

Belgium nodded. "America, you're different today," She started and New York prepared for the worse, but she continued. "But I like you better this way!" With that she ran off.

New York's heart was like a rollercoaster as he watched Belgium's back. However, it soon dropped to freezing temperature as Netherlands brought him back to reality.

"America….no, New York," Netherlands muttered.

"No, I'm America. Can't you tell?" New York stammered.

Netherlands narrowed his eyes. "Do you think I'm dumb? You called me uncle back there. And you definitely act more mature than America," He deduced, "And how you look at my sister…" He growled.

"Alright, alright, I'm New York," New York admitted.

"Why are you here instead of him?" Netherlands questioned. New York quickly explained his(and America's) predicament.

"Hm, why didn't you guys just tell us that America's sick?" Netherlands asked.

"Huh, no one thought of that one," New York said.

Netherlands nodded. "Whatever, you'll have to pull off the charade for the rest of the day. Don't worry, I'll help you out," He said.

New York smiled. "Thanks, uncle,"

"Just call me Netherlands," Netherlands said.

New York and Netherlands entered the meeting room, which was filled with countries from all over the world, surrounding an enormous wooden table.

"Um, so where does America sit?" New York asked. Netherlands rubbed his eyes. "He takes the comfiest chair and sits at the very front," He replied with some hesitation. New York chuckled. "That's something America would do," He said.

The two walked their way to the front, with other countries moving out of their way.

"Hey America, what kind of proposals do you have today?" Denmark sniggered.

"Huh? What are you-" New York was about to answer when Netherlands interrupted him. "That's a surprise," He replied. Denmark nodded. "Alright, I'm looking forward to it!"

"What was that about?" New York asked. Netherlands sighed. "He..America….always has some kind of...odd proposals…" He explained.

New York put his hand over his head. "Oh no," He moaned, "Not here too."

Netherlands looked back. "What?"

"He always says weird things at our national meetings," New York said.

"Then I guess you know what to expect," Netherlands grunted.

As New York walked up to the front, he bumped into an Asian woman. "Oh, I'm sorry!" He exclaimed.

"I'm also sorry," The woman replied, "I should've been looking where I was going."

"No no, it's fine. It's the same for me," New York laughed. The woman looked surprised. "Oh, well, yeah. I guess we're both klutzes now!" She laughed somewhat uncomfortably. She turned her face away, but she kept on glancing at New York.

"Is something wrong?" New York asked. The woman froze up. "Well," She gulped, "Usually you avoid me." She explained. She fidgeted where she stood. "I thought you hate me," She whispered.

New York was taken aback. America, hating another country? New York needed to amend this. "No, I don't hate you," He said. The woman turned her head. "Really?" She asked in a surprised tone. New York nodded.

The woman's body relaxed. "Thank goodness. I hope we can increase our friendship!" She exclaimed. New York smiled. "Yeah, we can,"

Netherlands leaned into New York's ear. "That's Vietnam," He whispered.

New York's eyes widened. "Viet-" His vision grew fuzzy, and his ears rang with the rotors of a flying helicopter and the symphony of Ride of the Valkyries.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Netherlands repeatedly poked New York in the head. "Ah!" New York jerked up and looked around. "What just happened?" He demanded.

"You were spacing out," Netherlands replied.

"America, are the headaches coming back?" Vietnam asked worriedly. New York turned to Netherlands for guidance, who stepped forward. "He drank too much Coke," He muttered.

"Ah, okay," Vietnam nodded her head. "I-" Her eyes met with New York's. A faint smile formed on her lips. "Well, I guess we're good now," She giggled, before walking away.

New York stepped back. "Wow, I can't believe that just happened,"

"You seem to be getting all the girls," Netherlands noted, "You're fixing America's mistakes."

"Am I?" New York inquired.

New York sat at the front, flanked by Netherlands, Japan, Russia and China on his right, while England, France, Germany and Italy sat on his left.

"Uh...why is Netherlands here?" England asked. Netherlands gave him a death stare, and England scooted backwards. "Well, oh, okay then," He coughed, taking out a list. "The first thing on today's list is...Spain!" He shouted, and Spain shot up. "Whaddup?" He answered.

"You overflowed the markets with churros! Now Italy's economy is plunging because of that!" England chastised. Germany turned to Italy. "What? You never told me about this!" He said. Italy laughed. "Spain makes really good churros, and it's not even me. It's my brother that buys all of them," He said.

"I can't help it, I don't know how to make anything else," Spain replied. England groaned. "Come on, isn't there something else you can do?"

"Well, I can beat up Catalonia," Spain suggested. England shrugged. "Alright, go ahead," He said, "Alright, next up is Russia messing with Estonia's internet."

Estonia stood up. "Mr Russia is stealing my internet!" He pointed at the Russia, who beamed terrifyingly. "Oh, come on! Estonia's internet is my internet!" He said sweetly.

"This is a violation of my human rights!" Estonia shouted. Russia tilted his head. "What are those? Are they yummy?" He asked innocently.

"Hey, maybe you shouldn't take people's internet," New York interjected, "Men need the internet, for known reasons," he glanced at Estonia, "And unknown reasons."

Russia turned to face New York. "America, maybe you shouldn't butt into my national policies," He threatened.

"I'm an independent country!" Estonia cried.

"Ahaha! Come on Estonia, we're basically brothers!" Russia pulled out a rusty pipe.

"Gyah!" Estonia let out a cry as he sat back down in between Lithuania and Latvia.

"You shouldn't bother smaller countries," New York warned. "You'll end up like the Holy Roman Empire." At that a shiver went down Austria and Hungary's back.

"Everybody stop!" China stood up, "Let's all calm down and eat some dumplings!" He pulled out a huge box of dumplings. "Pass them around," He said as he gave the box to Hong Kong.

"Is the meeting like this everytime?" America whispered to Netherlands. Netherlands nodded. "We just go over random stuff like you just heard. We barely get to anything important," He murmured back. New York leaned back. "Huh, so we were all over exaggerating,"

"So now we're at…" England looked down his list.

"We didn't resolve a thing," New York mumbled.

"That's the point," Netherlands hissed back.

"We're now at...North Korea," England announced, "North Korea on the nuclear weapons crisis."

"Oh boy, here goes nothing," Netherlands rolled his eyes. "This never goes well."

"North, for the last damn time, stop your damn nuclear program!" England shouted.

"I decline," A woman in a a flashy military uniform shook her head. "I decline everything."

"Hey, beautiful, why don't you work with us?" France whistled, sliding next to North Korea. He began sliding his hand through her hair. North Korea slapped France's hand away. "No. I know how you people act," She growled angrily, "I won't go down the way of Iraq and Libya."

"North, if you don't keep this up, we'll have to embargo you even more," Germany cautioned.

North Korea gripped the edges of her seat. "Go ahead, resorting to murder if things don't go their way," She muttered. She looked at China for aid. "Teacher, do something, please," She begged. China turned his head away, his face filled with guilt. "I'm already at my limit too, North. You can't just demand from everyone and not concede anything of your own," He answered.

"Teacher," North Korea muttered. She looked around frantically to see the whole room staring at her. "I-I will not give up! You can't stop me!" She shouted in a frail voice. "You can do whatever you like, but I will not take a step back!"

"She's unreasonable," Netherlands mumbled. New York stood up, to his surprise. "Wait, what are you-" He tried to stop New York, who started to march towards North Korea.

North Korea scrambled back as New York neared her. "Get away!" She screamed, "You're the cause of all of this! Get away from me!"

"America, you know you can't do that!" England yelled. France looked at new York. "America, don't make things even worse," He exclaimed. New York waved them both off.

"Mr. America, please reconsider," Japan said.

"Yeah! Don't do it!" South Korea added.

"If South Korea and Japan are agreeing on something, then it must be something bad," Taiwan muttered.

New York stopped at North Korea's seat, towering over her short stature. She cowered in her seat looking up at him. "What do you want?" She whimpered.

New York stooped down to her level. "North," He whispered, "What you're doing is a threat to the entire world. Please stop this madness."

"And why should I care? It's not like any of you care about me!" North Korea snarled. "You guys wouldn't hesitate to get rid of me! You're even trying to turn teacher against me!"

New York grabbed her hand, to which her entire body went stiff, her face turning bright red. "That's not true. We want you to be a country. It's your way of running it is what's troubling us. We're here to help you," New York said.

"Lies! They're all lies!" North Korea hissed, "I may be backwards, but I'm not stupid!"

New York put North Korea's hand in between his. He felt a twinge of guilt; he's heard all about how North Korea was evil and cruel from America, but here she was cowering like a little girl in front of him. "Look, I'm not saying you are. But I can tell you need help," He stated, "We can all work this out. If you stop your programs we can get rid of all the embargoes." He felt his phone in his pocket vibrate, but he was in the moment so he couldn't answer now.

North Korea's face turned even brighter, and she pulled down her peaked hat over her eyes. "I'll, I'll try my best to do something about it," She mumbled. New York smiled warmly. "Great! I hope we can sort something out!" He exclaimed. A light smile also appeared on North Korea's face.

"Holy shit, did he just-" England said with a shocked expression.

"He's become a ladies man," France's jaw dropped. China gave New York a thumbs up, while South Korea and Japan gave him an angry glare.

"What you did back there," Netherlands whispered to New York, "That was unexpected. You're really good with women."

"Thanks. I've had a lot of practice over the last century," New York replied, causing Netherlands to chuckle. He felt his phone vibrate again, but he ignored it as England started to speak.

"Okay then, the next thing on the list is," England announced, "How to get rid of pollution." He turned to New York with a rather fatigued look. "Alright, America. What to you have to say?"

New York stood up. "Well, I do have something," He said. The entire room held their breath. New York took out a stack of papers. "Well, I've done some research, and I found that China," he looked toward the wide-eyed country. "You create the most pollution in the world. You seriously need to cut back on it. You have to take down a lot of the factories in your country." He said in a stern voice.

"Ayah! I need that for the markets! The whole world depend on it!" China raised his hands. New York raised his eyebrows. "Really? Do you need to?" He smirked. China leaned back, looking down at the table.

"Anyways, I think we should consider increasing the number of solar, wind and other renewable energy sources," New York stated. "We should try to cut back on fuel consumption as well."

The other countries sat in stunned silence.

"Are you proposing something….rational?" England asked.

"What about building a superhero to fight the pollution? What about a shield that protects the Earth from global warming?" Germany shouted.

"What happened to you?" France stood up, "You've changed so much!"

"Yeah, um, what happened to you?" Germany added. The other countries began to murmur as well.

"Maybe the radiation I sent him finally leaked into his brain!" Russia said in a hopeful tone.

"Uh…" New York began to sweat, looking back at Netherlands.

"Hey America, why don't you tell us what's up?" England suggested.

"Yeah, is something wrong?" Germany asked.

New York gulped. "It might be time to give up…" He muttered.

Netherlands stood up. "He hit his head," He said. The other countries, including New York. "He hit his head hard."

New York nodded. "Yeah, I've hit my head this morning, and it might've shuffled some brain cells around," He explained.

The other countries looked amongst each other with relieved faces.

"I was so scared you became different," Ukraine said.

"Phew, you only hit your head, you idiot! Make sure you look where you're looking!" England slapped New York on the back.

"You had us scared!" Spain hollered joyfully. New York began to laugh. "Hahaha, don't worry about it!" He replied.

Suddenly the doors swung open. There stood America, panting heavily. "I'm, I'm here!" He shouted. His 'Nantucket' hair had somehow grown out once more. "Ah-" He looked at all the countries staring at him in disbelief. They all then turned to face a shocked New York.

"Oh man," Netherlands facepalmed.

Hello once again! I hope you enjoyed this decently long chapter. This was one of my original chapters I had thought of before actually starting to write this. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I had writing it! Now, not only do I accept all criticisms, I have a question for you: which state do you want to see in the story? While I do have many characters already, I have yet to mold a personality and character for many states. If you have any ideas, I would be very grateful! I will credit you (and if you are a guest, write a name I could identify you with). Well, I've said enough, so adios!

Back in the good ol days of American colonialism, the Dutch had a pretty decent colony called New Netherland which basically encompassed New England(now I see where that really original name came from), with New Amsterdam(New York City) being the capitol.

The Dutch and the English had quite a few wars back in that time, and eventually England won, taking New York(and the rest of the colony) from the Dutch. So that's why I had New York call Netherlands "uncle" and Belgium "aunt".

China has the most pollution in the world. It's so bad that they have tv billboards of a horizon going across the sky so people can remember what a clear day looks like in Beijing.

According to the AQI (air quality index) anything on the scale of below 50 is good(little to no risk), 51-100 is moderate(a little to people with sensitivity to air pollution), 101-150 may cause significant risk for people with sensitivity, 151-200 is unhealthy: everyone might start getting slight health effects. 201-300 is really unhealthy. 300-500 is holy crap you is an emergency you are totally in trouble. Then there's 500+ simply called "beyond the AQI" which basically means "we give up, you're screwed".

Beijing has a level of around 247, already generally unhealthy. China as a whole, I only saw one spot that was lower than 50, the rest was bad. There were multiple places with over 300, I even saw a 999.

There's also something called "Bottled air" in China, if that isn't horrifyingly amusing.

If you didn't get the part about Catalonia, here's the basic gist of it: so there were a bunch of demonstrations by pro-independence Catalonians, and the Spanish government sent police to stop them. The police ended up beating up hundreds of people badly, though none of them to death. The EU failed to stop Spain from beating up the protesters, saying it is a national matter for Spain, and it won't jump in to resolve the issue.

The piece "The Ride of the Valkyries" by Richard Wagner was played over speakers in helicopters to demoralize Vietnamese villagers in the movie "Apocalypse Now", set during the Vietnam War.