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(words words words): telepathic communicxation

America stayed at the party surprisingly, but he stayed in a corner by himself, though every now and then a person would fade into existence beside him. I feel like I should know who this person is…

Mexico walked over to where the twins were at. America seemed to brighten only slightly at his approach. Wonder what he was doing over there?

America gave Mexico a tired smile. "Hey dude… She get out safely?"

Mexico looked at his fremeny. "Si, no one dared to bother us. She didn't seem bothered by the situation, America so don't look so down."

Canada starts to fade in and speaks lowly, "I can't believe they thought you were having an affair…."

America's lips pulled into a big fake grin. "Tell me about it dudes! Anyways did she take the hero's car?" Directing his question to Mexico who was next to him.

Mexico shrugged his shoulders as if unsure what to do. "No, she took a taxi. I tried to get her to take one of our cars, but she wouldn't."

America lets out a genuine laugh. "Okay dude. Thanks for everything man!" A hand hit Mexico on the back, but it was gentlier than it appeared.

Canada gave his twin a concerned look. "America...what will she do?" Surprisingly he hasn't disappeared yet.

America gave a thoughtful expression before answering with a shrug. "She will more than likely ditch the dress and take off the makeup before stealing my clothes and go to bed… Unless the kids think she seems down and plan revenge. So, I don't know bro."

"You know she's not the type to seem down, especially not around los chamacitos." Mexico gave America a side look.

America nodded. "Yeah, you're right man. Though I have no idea what that last part means but still." He then let out tired laugh. "I think I'll head back home guys, thanks for everything you've done." The usually bright nation gave both Canada and Mexico a hug then turned to leave.

As America leaves he doesn't leave in any grand ceremonious way. He simply opened the door and walked out. This is extremely out of character for America… the whole affair fiasco got him really down…

Canada quietly looked to his neighbor. "You think he'll be okay, Mexico? I've never seen him so down."

Mexico snorted at the thought. "He'll be fine, compadre. He's been through worse."

Canada's voice was softly firm as he shook his head. "But he seemed pretty upset about England…"

Mexico gave the Canadian a soft look. "Wouldn't you be?"

Canada looked down to his arms where surprisingly his bear wasn't. "Guess you're right."

England, who seemed to have put the weird chat with America behind him, stomped his was to the two countries. "You there! Where has my little brother gone off to?"

Mexico's glare to England could have spawned daggers. "If you ask me, you don't deserve to call him your hermanito."

England's expression changed into a shocked rage. "What did you-"

Canada started shaking and tried to reprimand his friend. "Mexico! You can't say that…"

Mexico did not hear the soft spoken nation. "I may not like señor America very much, but at least I have enough respect for him to show up-"

"You guys keep saying 'show up' what does that mean? Show up to what?" England was now enraged, but not by the comment. He wanted to know what was so bloody important that he missed.

Mexico practically sneered in the Brit's direction. "If you really want to find out, why not go ask America?"

Mexico then leaves with what appears to be a ghostly figure. England seems to be furious but still a bit more guilt stricken than earlier, things are getting interesting.

England almost looked broken. "What on Earth are they talking about?"

"Honhon...Why don't we follow him if you are so interested?" France had managed to sneak up behind England.

England not even caring answered the blonde behind him. "How are we supposed to do that you-"

"Because I saw where he went…."

Italy, who had overheard the conversation, wanted to join the fun. "Oh can we come too?! And perhaps it will lead to more pasta!"

Italy also managed to drag Germany with him and Japan just followed. There goes the infamous trio.

England ignored Italy's question to fight with the frog because he just had too. "Why you bloody-"

France enjoying England's discomfort smirked. "Ohhonhon. If you keep calling me names we will never catch up to America.." He jingled his car keys in front of England's face, which was red from anger.

"FINE!" England marched off in a random direction away from France who was shaking from silent laughter.

France starts walking to the doors that led to the parking lot. "England. It's this way." England marches behind him with Italy, Germany, and Japan follow behind them.

Germany shifted uncomfortably next to the Italian. "Italy I don't think we should go we weren't invited."

"Well, they didn't say we couldn't go!" Italy cheerfully skips after England and France with Germany and Japan trailing behind unsure.

My, this will be interesting. Where would America be going at this late hour? Will the nations be able to successfully trail him without notice? What happened to the woman from earlier? Oh, look at that they all drove off heading in the direction of America's house, the big one that is like a mansion. Why does he need so much space anyways?

Arriving at his house America went ahead inside while the other nations snooped around till they found a window they could look through. What will they see I wonder?

The woman from earlier exited from the stairs into whatever room they were looking into. She seemed to be wearing clothes that were too big for her, almost as if they were meant for a man and not a woman… Are those America's clothes?

The woman sleepily rubs her eye. "You're home early… Why'd you leave the party?" She walked forward into America's open arms and laid her head on his chest.

America lays his head on hers as he spoke. "I didn't feel like staying without you…"

She slowly lifting her head forcing America to look her in the eyes. "America I do not care what they think about me and you shouldn't either. So, don't be so down casted. Where's my hero's smile hmm?" She gave him a gentle smile before she yawned.

Giving a small laugh, America picked her up bridal style and smiled down at her. "Let's go to bed. Someone seems to be very sleepy." He began to walk up the stairs she had wandered down from.

The nations stared in horror till one of them decided to do something. Wonder how this will play out? Let's find out! Wait, isn't that Italy behind America? How did he get in the house and what is he doing? America will know that he is being spied on!

Italy was mumbling very quietly behind America in his chibi form while hanging off a piece of furniture. "Hello! Do you guys like pasta? I like pasta and I was wondering if you guys like pasta? Pasta is amazing!.." Italy continued his rant about pasta without paying attention to the couple.

America stopped walking up the stairs for a moment; he had only made it up two steps. "Do you hear something?" A quiet breath was the only response he got. He continued his walk up the stairs deciding it wasn't worth his attention for the moment.

Germany, England, France were waving hands while whisper-shouting to the Italian. "Italy! Get back here! What are you doing? Italy stop!"

England then turned on the innocent German who questioned coming in the first place. "This is your fault Germany! You shouldn't have brought Italy!"

Germany silently agreed they shouldn't have came, but wanted to defend his friend. "It is not my fault! You shouldn't be so nosy about America!"

"I thought you said you agreed with England, no?" France watched the smoke appear out of England's ears.

England turned to the Frenchman. "France stay out of this! He probably learnt this from you!"

"Why, how dare you-" The blue eyed nation's smile became a tight frown.

Germany had enough of the two. All they ever did was fight. Did they forget Italy was still in America's house? "Both of you shut up! Italy is still in the house!"

Finally seeing the commotion, Italy runs towards their window and busts through it. "Don't be upsetti have some spaghetti!" Italy grinned and magically pulled out a plate of pasta.

Germany stared at his friend for a moment before the scolding commenced. "Italy! Don't do that, it is very dangerous!"

England acted as if he wasn't about to get in a fist fight with France. "Germany is right Italy, what if America had saw you?"

"I just wanted to know if they liked pasta! Also, I saw something while I was in there!"

"What did you see Italy?" France had a curious expression, but still held a hand in a fist near England's head.

"Well, I went to their kitchen and they have so much pasta! Enough pasta to last a lifetime, and it is different types too!" Germany comes up behind Italy and hits him.

Germany held a irate stance. "We thought you saw something important dummkopf, not pasta!"

"Oww… Germany, but I did see something…" Italy was rubbing the back of his head.

Japan decided to make his presence known for the first time. "What did you see Italy?"

"America had a ring on his hand like that woman had on hers…"

The countries stared at Italy. I think France is going blue and is England past out on the ground? Germany seems to be frozen. Japan actually showed shock and Italy just looked at them in confusion.

Italy's chipper voice was quiet for once. "Was it something I said?"

Japan slowly spoke as if what he thought couldn't be true. "America is..?"

"This can't be! I'm going to march up there and ask the idiot what the bloody…" England's voice faded off as he climbed through the window and up the stairs that America had went some time ago.

Germany shouted as he went through the window following his comrade. "Italy wait!"

Italy had followed England through the window, which had Germany after him with Japan following leaving France, who dashed inside after he realized everyone had left him.

It sounds like a zoo was stampeding on the stairs. As it turns out, our zoo is actually England, who is mumbling swears under his breath, Italy, saying something about pasta, Germany, telling Italy to be quiet, Japan, the only one actually being quiet, and France, who is laughing like a madman. How America is sleeping through this? I have no idea, but let's watch what happens.

England stomps to a door that's trim was the American flag before slamming it open. Looks like a bedroom. I guess we found where America sleeps!

England cried, "You are going to tell us what the bloody-"

Before he could even finish his sentence, England was slammed against the wall next to the open door where the other countries were. His arm was twisted painfully behind him while his head was being held tightly against the wall. America had jumped out of the bed flailing his arms around till finally landing in a sloppy karate kid pose, the crane. So, who was holding England?

"Dude what are you doing here?" America relaxed his pose after noticing it was England among others.

England swears under his breath before he shouted for help. "Bloody- Get over here and help me!"

A feminine voice rings out catching the attention of everyone. "Ah, sorry, but what are all of you doing here?" She noticed the countries huddling in the doorway.

"England was curious as to where you were going America, so we followed you to see if you would go to her house." France pointed to the woman who tiredly went and leaned against America.

England was now free and embarrassed. "Don't you dare blame this on me you frog! We all wanted to know what was going on!" He starts strangling France who was laughing.

Germany stared with a sense of deja vu. "Would you two stop that!" England and France stop fighting. "Why are you in America's house?!" Germany gestures to the woman who looked half asleep until he yelled.

Italy somehow appeared in America and the girl's faces. "Ahh! Germany is scary when he yells… but he is really nice so don't be afraid!"

Japan looks to his friend that was the center of attention. "What is going on here America? Who is the woman at your side?" His expression was curious yet neutral at the same time.

"Is she your lover?" France wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

America was turning red in the face from anger and embarrassment. He left the party to get away from this and it followed him home into their bedroom. He just doesn't seem too happy today. Also, he looks like he is about to punch the lights out of everyone in that room, but so long as it's them and not me.

The tired red-head placed her hand on America's arm. (America let's just tell them about me, but not about you-know-whos.)

America looks down at her unsure. (What if they hurt you to get to me?) The countries began bickering again while they silently conversed.

She gave America an amused look. (With the way they are fighting I doubt they would even think of that, and besides I can protect myself and you know it. Besides, if they kidnap me then you will come save me like the hero you are.)

America gave a slow nod to the red head then turned to the nations who were all fighting again. "Dudes… not in our bedroom…. You know how hard it is to clean up after a brawl?"

All the countries stopped fighting and looked at America. Clearing his voice America smiled his usual grin.

"The hero would like to present to you Liberty Jones!"

The now named female gave a tired smile. "Yo.. I'd say it's a pleasure, but I've already met all of you and you woke us up…"

(What's goin' on?...)

America & Liberty quickly respond to diminish the chance of curiosity. (Nothing just the countries busting into the house.. Go back to bed… Sleep tight!)

England was on the floor because he fainted again. Second time tonight.. Is that healthy? France was staring at the couple as if he was on something. Japan started writing something in a notepad. Italy was grinning not really paying any attention to what was going on, and Germany had a mixed expression of shock and confusion. I have a picture of it because it is so funny. Want one?

A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who read and/or commented! It truly mean a lot to me! Also, thanks to my friend who helped with writing this. *Applause* If you have any suggestions please tell me! The intro is coming to an end and some random one-shots might appear okay? Well, bye bye! Also, sorry for such a long chapter!
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