Looking For America

Author’s note: I don’t own Hetalia! Please enjoy this story my dear readers! This was inspired by the song “Looking for America”-Mark Wills the lyrics and stuff belong only to him and the company he works for! 

Summary: America’s economy is going down the drain and he’s even more in debt than ever and his people are becoming more miserable. What happened to the great America and where has he gone? The world is worried this might be the end of America.

~Looking For America~

Everyday seemed to pass by for America. The days of meetings they went by too fast, but as soon as he was home alone, he just felt so trapped. ‘I got to eat something…’ He thought tired of all the BS he had to go through what with all the other countries blaming him for everything even global warming. He went through his kitchen to the fridge and opened the door to look for his last can of Coca Cola. ‘Refreshing drink for a hard days’ work.’ he thought to himself trying to cheer up.

He went to sit on his recently vacant sofa from meetings with countries and sleeping at the office with bunches of paper work needed to be filled out at the white house. Alfred F. Jones despite the many jokes of being a lazy American who eats hamburgers all the time was actually quite hard working. He would suffer sleep and has gained some noticeable bags under his eyes from dealing with so much drama at the white house. Lately in America people have seen many changes in the last century. Alfred as soon as he hit the sofa felt a fast nap coming on. And started having a strange dream…

~Alfred’s Dream~

A man in the front was singing with his people marching. White, African, Mexican, Asian, and even bikers rode and walked together holding the American flag. They were also singing like a chorus. America who was in the middle of it all smiled, but felt something hard was going to come up. Then, he heard what the man was singing.

“The land of the free and the home of the brave,

seems like I just woke up one day,

and it was gone.~”

Alfred’s heart felt the hurt of his people and he knew what they were saying. He felt his blue eyes releasing tears of his people’s pain. He continued to listen to what the man was singing and for once, since the revolutionary war he actually listened.

“I’m searching for an old church steeple,

where inside you’ll find people.

Who live their lives unashamed

and they ain’t afraid to say God’s name out loud.

I’m looking for America.~”

‘I’m here!’ He wanted to scream and yell out to them, but knowing how his being a country in human form, it was impossible.  His hands reached for his people as if to embrace them all at once that he indeed was there for them and that he only wanted what was best for them. And then he woke up…

~End of the dream~

Tears were spilling from ever blue eyes. ‘I know what I need to do now…’ He thought to himself and smiled brightly to how simple the answer was. Alfred felt much better after his nap and felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders. Though they still felt sore from work.

“Get ready Everyone! Cuz’ America is going to be back in the game Ya’ll!” He yelled out to the world. It was the perfect opportunity for England to pop up out of nowhere. In the military appropriate green color suit.  

He heard the irritated Englishman say, “Stop murdering my language with your ridiculous redneck, whatever the bloody hell you call it language!”

He couldn’t help himself, but laugh and hug his old caretaker. “What the…  Get the bloody hell off of me, you git!”  England yelled his Emerald eyes in confusion as to why America suddenly jumped him.

“Awww, come one Iggy! I was just so happy to see you.” Alfred pouted as if he was just a small colony again. Which was ironic since, he was now taller and the Englishman only went up to his shoulders. England’s eyebrows twitched in frustration, not sure whether or not to scold America for his nickname.

 ‘Bloody hell, why couldn’t he just stay that cute little colony he used to be?’ He thought sad how the fact his baby brother had grown up in front of his eyes. “Now, America what was it you were saying about being back in the game?” England questioned it because even though they had the revolutionary war back then, he still loved his brother and felt concern.

Alfred smiled, “I have a plan though everyone probably won’t like and the people at the white house would definitely oppose it, though it’s worked before to get my economy going.

England raised his brows in more interest, “I would like to hear more about this over tea.” Alfred’s face dropped at the sound of tea. He was still such a child and loved more sugar than bitter tasting things. But if he could add more sugar to the tea

“Okay! I’ll make it!” He volunteered, “After all, you’re my guest in my house! Which by the way how’d you get in? I could have sworn I locked the door.” he looked questioningly at Arthur.

Arthur chuckled, “I suppose you don’t remember that you gave me the extra key to Matthew and I.” Keeping Frances out because he could get in any house with or without a key.

Looking back America realized he did do that, for when he first moved into his comfortable house. “Oh yah!” he laughed it off as he prepared the tea kettle to boil. “Now do you want to hear my plan or what?”

England nodded, “Yes, now please continue with what you were saying.” ‘He is so excited about this plan, it must be worth listening to.’ he thought while Alfred set his tea cup in front of him to drink. 

Alfred dramatically cleared his throat before saying a single word, “Isolation.”

Arthur spewed out his tea, “Cough” “Cough” “What?!”

“I plan on pulling back my aids to help the world and my soldiers to be back at home. Daughters, sons, and wives are missing them and also the soldiers need to be home with their families. I as America need to rebuild myself and help myself before I help others. I can’t help the world with the way I am now. I wish I could and so do my people, but our economy needs it. Taxes are high and this time it’s our own fault and with this plan they will be lowered.” Alfred paused thinking that taxes were one of the reasons why he revolted against England, “I don’t want to be in another civil war and I need to help my children get back on their feet. I would like to do this isolation plan for at least 5 years to view how it’ll work. Trades between me and the other nations won’t change a thing. Anyone who isn’t an American citizen will not be helped unless, they have their own money to pay.”

Arthur was amazed to hear such a speech from America. But felt very proud how much he thought it out. “Well, that is a very reasonable thing. But what about the helping Africa?”

America looked down saddened that he would hurt one of his friends.

Author’s Note: Well that’s it for this chapter! Thanks for reading! Please leave a comment and tell me if you like/hate/w/e! Love ya’ll! Peace out until second chapter!