It was the first meeting of the year and Germany was not pleased. Italy was just as hyper as ever. America was late for the first time in the history of the meetings. Don't even get him started on England and France. Germany sighed as Canadia, or whatever his name was, ran after Russia with a hockey stick and threatening to kill him. The door to the meeting room opened with such force that even Greece woke up. A disheveled America, who was barely conscious, staggered to his assigned chair and the meeting started without any of its normal flare. No declarations of being the hero, stupid ideas, or hamburgers were seen. Every single nation paid attention to the meeting or watched America like a hawk does its prey. America appeared to be asleep. A troubled sleep that was disturbed by muttering words that could only be spells. England was sick with worry by the time that Germany called break. No one even dared to stand up for fear of waking the American and ensuring the wrath of his allies. England walked over and knelt by his former colony. No, this was his son. His son who had tried to do what he believed was right. England shook the young nation in an attempt to wake the boy.
"Alfred Fredrick Jones, Wake up this instance or so help me, I will take away all your video games and your other electronic devices!"
"Pplease sstop..." America slurred as his eyes cracked open and he started to attack England. Germany and Russia grabbed the American to prevent him from harming England. The American's eyes were becoming increasingly bluer as the magic took hold of him.
"Alfred! Stop this at once!" England tried to plead with the struggling American. The nations holding America were not trying to hurt him but the fact of the matter is that it was going to happen. Scotland noticed the slightly different eye color.
"He is not okay! Arthur! You need to break the spells around him! He'll die if you don't!" Ian shouted. Arthur sighed, clearing his mind before summoning the magic he needed.
"Alfred, I'm terribly sorry, puppet. This will hurt..." A blast of pure magic caused the American to disappear in a blinding light. When the light cleared, a nine year old boy was left in the place of the 20 year old American. Everyone stood still, scared to spook the kid. Alfred waved weakly.
"Hhi... "With that, he fainted.
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Roanoke
FanfictionAmerica has been using his magic non stop since the incident that was known as Roanoke or the lost colony. He can no longer hide from those that hunt him. Who will protect the hero?
