Arthur Kirkland woke to the ringing of his mobile. He rose from his hotel bed and groaned; it was three o'clock in the morning, who's calling me at this god damned hour!
He reached for his phone and found the I.D. number surprising. It was Ludwig Beilschmidt; also known as the national personification of Germany. If he was calling, it had to be an emergency.
Arthur pressed the green button to answer and Ludwig greeted, "Hello Britain, I'm sorry to call at such an hour, but I'm calling an Emergency World Meeting. I need all the countries to cancel their flights later today and report back to the UN building. Immediately." Ludwig hanged up after an awkward goodbye and Arthur sighed, "What could possibly have happen in the last twenty-four hours to cause such an uproar?"
Arthur met his associates, Francis Bonnefoy and Matthew Williams in front of the UN's main lobby. Both wore the suites they had on day before; the suites just as his were winkled and disorganized. Arthur took the moment to notice other countries dressed in casual clothing or winkled suites. Clearly no one expected the call.
"What's going on?" he asked.
Francis shook his head, "I have no idea."
Matthew yawned, "I just hope we can solve it soon."
"Where's Kumajirou," Arthur asked curiously.
"He was too tired, so he said he'll hold down the fort."
"Well, its best we get this done with, shall we," Francis gestured to follow the other nations. Both of them nodded and all three made their way to the back of the building where only specialized personal were allowed to enter.
The countries quickly took their seats; Arthur sat next to Ludwig, who was at the head of the table. Francis sat next to Arthur and Matthew took his seat next to the Frenchman.
Once all the nations were settled, Germany cleared his throat, "Morning everyone, I'm sorry to have called in such hour but-"
"You better be sorry!" Gilbert Beilschmidt cried out, his red eyes had bags under them and his white hair was a mess. He was also the older brother of Ludwig, East Germany a.k.a. Prussia. "The Awesome Me was sleeping!"
"You don't think everyone else was sleeping?" Elizabeta Héderváry said annoyed. Her light brown hair was tired in a low pony tail and her green eyes shown her exhaustion.
"Yes, but my sleep is more important!" After his comment, Hungry grabbed him by the hair and slammed him against the table, knocking him out.
"There, take all the sleep you want."
All the other nations were too tired to react, but anyone that sat near Hungry did slid away from her.
Ludwig groaned and walked over to Gilbert, "Brother! Wake up!"
After a few shakes and slap to the face, Prussia awake, "I'm up! The Awesome Me is up!"
"Yes," Ludwig rolled his eyes to his brother's behavior and walked back to the head of the table. "Please, my fellow nations I have news about America; Alfred."
Instantly the room rose in tension. Some countries had stern looks; almost like they were waiting for bad news. Others had worried looks and few others had on hopeful expressions.
While Britain, France, and Canada turned to one another in surprise. All of them thinking the something; Does he know about Amy?
"I believe Italy and I have found Alfred's successor," Ludwig continued and the room was filled with whispers and questions.
"What's your proof?" asked Yao Wang as known as China.
"Italy and I've touched her, both of us felt an electrical shock and all of you know perfectly well when a new country or a successor meets another country for the first time, an electric bond surges through us. It bonds us together in knowledge of one other. I know it's been decades since any of us have felt it, but I was certain. I've met the successor to the national personification of America and her name is Amy Hawkfeather."
The room was then filled with excitement and joy; for most countries believed that because Alfred disappeared but yet America still continued that all of their governments were beginning to think that nation personifications were not needed. Even worse, they were starting to believe it, but now that there was a national spirit of America, they can all rejoice.
"This calls for celebration!" Roderich Edelstein also known as Austria announced. "We can have a good old fashion ball like we use to. We can have it at my house of course."
"It can be like, a debut ball for her," Feliks Łukasiewicz (Poland) added in.
"Exactly," Austria nodded with a smile.
Arthur took notice that all of the nations had smiles on their faces, most being of relief and joy, but one country had on a wolfish grin. Arthur then, met the violet eyes of a large nation across the table; Russia.
Ivan Braginski continued to grin, "Ah, a new country and she's a girl, so rare for our kind. Tell us Germany, how old is she?"
Ludwig answered plainly, "could have been sixteen, seventeen. But she didn't seem to know she was country, she ran away from me."
"Only because you're into beastiality," Italy exclaimed and everyone turned to stare at Germany.
"That book was planted on me!" Germany's face became brighter as Italy said, "But Mr. Germany you have that in your-"
Germany clapped his hands over Italy's mouth, "shut up you idiot!"
"Then if she doesn't know what she is, we need to find her and bring her home," Bella Vermeulen (Belgium) said. 'Home' was a term some used when everyone came together for meetings, events or parties.
"Yes, but what if she doesn't want to come with us," Hungry added.
Germany lets go of Italy and sighed, "Then we would have force her, show her that she doesn't belong with normal people."
Prussia grinned, "So it's gonna be an old fashion man hunt! Whoever finds her first, wins!"
Ivan's grin widens, "Whoever finds her first can conquer her first."
That last comment was only heard by Arthur, for when Prussia said 'man hunt' countries stirred up with disagreements towards the idea. But Arthur quickly realized that Ivan wanted only him to hear. Anger boiled inside of him as he rose to his feet and slammed his hands on the table. The other nations turned to him surprised, for the country always believed it was best to stay calm in grave situations. But right now Britain let his emotions control him.
"You will not lay single hand on her!" He shouted at Ivan, but Russia only smiled on.
Britain was going to yell a crusade of insults but then noticed all the other nations staring at him. He settled his temper and displayed a serious front. "It is not necessary for a barbaric man hunt, for Amy has been under our protection."
At the moment the words left his lips, the nations were in an uproar.
"How could you keep this from us?!" Natalia Arlovskaya (Belarus) shouted.
Francis pulled on Arthur's sleeve, "What are you thinking?" he whispered.
Arthur gave him a severe glare, "Remove your hand. I know what I'm doing."
Francis sets his hand back to his lap and Arthur continued, "She needed stability and people who knew of American history and culture. Who other is best for the job than Canada and I? We took her under our wings and watched over her. Amy doesn't know, because we haven't truly explained to her. But we will explain it better this time, give us a few weeks and she will be there for Austria's party."
Later that morning, Arthur, Francis, and Matthew sat outside of a small café. Francis and Matthew had coffee while Arthur had tea. The waiter came, took their orders and hasty walked back inside the café. The tension seemed to surround them as they slipped their drinks, but Matthew couldn't hold back his question any longer, "How are we going to get Amy to come with us to Austria? She was this close at throwing a stand at us." He lifted his hand to show his index finger almost touching his thumb.
Francis sighed, "I agree with Matthieu, Amy clearly showed she doesn't want anything to do with us."
"Oh, would you two rather leave her to this so-called 'man hunt'" Arthur made air quotes around the word. "What if Amy calls the police, then it would become International issue. Or worse, Russia would find her."
Both Matthew and Francis shivered.
"We need to find her," Matthew said seriously.
Arthur nodded and pulled out a large folder out of his brief case. "This is Amy's file."
Francis smirked, "we should have known you would have done some snooping."
"Well, I am a spy," Arthur smiled.