Heyyy! Fluffnights here. This chapter is with the members of the G-8 that are left and them starting to try and find America. Mistery man will be discovered next chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own hetalia, i just write the fanfiction

Below is just where their point of view left off

The President I'm using is Obama, just because that's who's in office currently

Human names come into play in this chapter

The thick browed blonde shot him a glare before hurrying out the door, followed first by France and… that.. Other one. Then the rest of the G8 followed, a bit slower. By the time they got to the kitchen they could see a tipped cleaning cart and the worker frantically trying to clean it up and the mess that Italy had left from his panic. The one thing they didn't see was America.

There was dead silence for a moment. This could not be happening. It just couldn't. Sure, they were countries. Weird stuff happened all the time to them. But not this. Not randomly turning into a child then getting lost the country you represented. England was the first one to come out of the shock. "A-America? Come on out, lad. This isn't funny." Everyone waited, wanting this to all have been a joke. One minute passed, then two, then three. He tried again, "Really now. Come out, poppet." They waited again, hoping for him to just be there, but were still met with silence. After the realization that he wasn't there set in, everyone started panicking. There was a few frantic calls of "America! Come out!", Or, "America where are you!", and even, "America, you are here, da?" And they were still just met with the echo of their own voices. They called for another minute before Germany snapped, "We're doing no good standing here shouting! Start looking! And someone call America's boss!" England sighed, "I-I'll call him." There was a few nods but everyone was already caught up in looking. The thick browed blonde pulled out his mobile phone and turned it on, looking through his contacts for a second before selecting a number and holding the device to his ear.

After a few rings it was picked up, "Hello Arthur, how are you?" The president sounded like he was waiting for something along the lines of "Alfred's in jail.". It wouldn't be the first time Arthur had called because of that, and, with as often as he did make that call, it wouldn't be surprising either. "Im fine, Mister. President. Thank you for asking. And how are you?" There was a small laugh, "I've told you to call me Barack, but I'm doing fine. So, what do you need?" England took a breath, "Well, you see s- Barack, We've had a little incident with Alfred." The disappointment could just about be seen through the sigh the president gave. "What has he done now?" "He became a small child, we have yet to determine how, and he has been lost." The breathing froze on the other side of the phone "...What?" The nation repeated himself for the man. He seemed to pause to take it all in. "H-how?" "We don't exactly know si-Barack, but we are trying to find him currently." There was more silence before, "Do i need to send people to help?" "No no! We got it under control!" England said quickly. If he sent people they would be fucked with all of their bosses. "Alright then," Barack sighed again, "If you do just call okay?" England nodded even if he couldn't see it. "Alright s-Barack." The president said a quick goodbye and the sound of the phone being hung up was all that remained of the conversation.

"He knows. He offered to send people if we needed help searching." England said to the others when the phone was put away. "And what did you tell him?" Germany glanced over at him for a second. "That we had it under control." The taller blond thought for a second before accepting the answer and standing. "Okay, he is clearly not here. Japan, Italy, and I will go down on hall to search for him. England, you, Russia, France, And Canada will go the opposite way. We will call each other should we find him, understand?" There was little arguing as everyone went to their groups, Germany and his group going the way they just came. England glanced around at his group. Canada was nearly hiding behind France and France was smiling at that, hugging the slightly taller blonde. "We should be going, da?" Russia smiled, sending Canada further behind France. "Y-yea. We should." England nodded and started down the opposite way in the hall. They almost ran into the worker who finally had the cart picked back up. "Excuse us, ma'am, have you seen a small boy about four or five with wheat blond hair, blue eyes, a single clump of hair that stood up straight, and was wearing a large men's button up white shirt?" The worker look a little lost but shook her head, "Is he missing? We can contact the police and building manager is you would like sir." England paused but nodded, "That would be lovely, thank you miss." She smiled and lead them down the hall, stopping to put her cart in a closet at one point. She took them to the elevators and pressed the main floor. "When did you lose him?" She asked while they rode down. "Not long ago. A little over ten minutes." She nodded, "We can have a search of the hotel to ensure they aren't just hiding inside somewhere." England nodded, the others just listening to the two. The doors opened with a ding and she led them out to the receptionist who had just hung up the phone and was looking distraught.

"Mrs. Jackson? We have a case of a missing child who is potentially in the hotel." She glanced over, "What did he look like?" England was the first to respond, repeating what he said earlier. The womans eyes widened. "H-he just ran out the door! I tried to stop him but he was already gone!" "WHAT?!" The other nations looked at Canada in complete shock. Never was he ever this loud over anything. The woman even shrunk a little, "H-he ran out sir, he ran into the people outside before i could catch him." Canada shrunk back after his little outburst, back to nearly invisible and his face redder than a stop sign. "Which way did he go?" Russia asked since France and England were still fairly shocked. "T-to the le-left, sir." The receptionist shrunk more at the tall man. Russia nodded a thanks and started too the door, everyone following after a second. They started working their way down the left, ignoring the strange looks they got. As they shouted "Alfred! Where are you!" And asked people if they had seen the boy they didn't notice a figure walking by with a boy matching that exact description, or when he shouted back "Here I am!", or even when the man covered his mouth and buried him deeper in his suit jacket.

Heyyy! Chapter three is DONE! Our mystery man will be discovered next chapter (And when i decide who it is) so until then, later!

~fluffnights