Looking For America

Crazy Five Year Plan

Author's Note: I don't Own Hetalia! or Naruto for that matter. Anyhoo Enjoy!

Ch3-*America's P.O.V.*

Okay! Like okay! This is what totally happened after I strategically withdrew from the meeting (it's not running away! Heroes don't run!) I wanted to find Africa. I felt really awful for her and her people. I know she will think of me as a bad friend, but I myself am in a bind here. Plus my own are also going hungry. I need to make her understand. I always liked Africa she was like the really cool aunt that would visit me whenever England had needed to go elsewhere. Of course, they always fought back then because of some of her people getting enslaved by all the stronger countries. Including me, I felt a pang in my chest at those memories of slavery. I had some myself, but I always worked along side them because I am their country and I feel their pain. Africa I knew would always be their homeland. Their Mother Nation. Kind of like, how Native America would always be my Mother. Despite how I treated her people, for my need or WANT for more land and power. Nostalgia rushed over me and guilt. 

Before I knew it I felt a huge pain in my left cheek, oh I was being slapped by England, "Hello! Anyone in there? You git! Quit daydreaming and blocking the hallway."

"OWWW~ You didn't have to slap so hard, Iggy~!" I whined at him childishly. I knew how much he just loved his old nickname as well. I saw one of his bushy eyebrows twitch. I mean wow! They were huge! I didn't wonder this out loud knowing already he was always self-conscious about his eyebrows. Well, at least their less huge than that character from Naruto, Bushy Brows, or Rock Lee.

"Shut it you, and get moving!" That's when we both tripped since Arthur pushed me a little over a white fuzz ball on the floor. I hit my head and felt more pain, "Double Owwww~!" But strangely the fall for the rest of my body was okay. I said to myself what the heck was that thing and saw it was the polar bear that was always with Canada, Mattie, my brother.

"Alfie! Are you alright?" A quiet shout from Mattie down the hall I heard. He ran up to me and picked the polar bear up and said, "Kumajichan you shouldn't run away from me like that!"

"Who?" The little white fuzz ball said with his cute beaded eyes.

"Canada! The guy who feeds you?" Mattie said a little irritated that his bear never remembers his name, but he doesn't remember his bears name either so... That's plain weird to me.

"Oh." Kumajirou said back in a not-caring-right-now voice. 

"Yah, I am alright not sure if Iggy is though. Heh heh. England?" I looked around myself. "Where'd you go?" 

I felt something move beneath me, "You can get off of me now, you damn yankee." Britain mumbled loudly. I just looked into his Emerald eyes that shined with annoyance.

"Oh! Hey! Didn't know you were under me! HAHAHA!" I laughed as I got up and ran towards the elevator. The last thing I saw was Canada taking the rap for me as England scowled at him mistaking him for me. Again. The elevators door shuts completely. I swear why can't people tell the difference. I mean he looks like me yah, but he has a more... feminine look? I shook my head at that as I focused to meet Africa to try to appease her in some way.

The elevator seemed to take forever getting to the main lobby where I'd probably find Africa in the restaurant area eating. As it happens I found her alright. In her tribal robes and her dark flowing hair that was now tied back (Doesn't want to get hair in her food.) I stood next to her and whispered, "Hey..." I was hesitant not knowing how she would react. But Africa just continued to ignore me and chugged down her ice water.

"Ahhh!" She exclaimed out loud getting the peoples around us attention. "This water is so great! Too bad my people won't be getting fresh, clean water anymore! Just Freaking Fantastic!" The words coming out in a hiss and it stung me right where it would hurt. (My heart if ya'll didn't know what I meant.)

I sighed, "Look I didn't mean to sound like I was abandoning your people in their time of need. But, I have my own people to take care of... and they need me more now then ever. You know I may consider myself a hero, but I can't save the world." I sort of bit my lip on that, acknowledging the fact that I'll never be superman that can save everybody. Not even my own friend...

Africa stared at her glass as the ice melted slowly, "I know that, it is just hard to maintain a country when people are getting sick or killed off by my government. Governments nowadays have all the power while our people can do nothing about it. But the people in the government are also our children... We have to take care of all of them." Her accent becoming more pronounced as she spoke. "I will always consider you my friend Alfred F. Jones, It's just that I hate the fact that you are America in the meeting and given that information. I take my leave back to my country to see what can be done."

My eyes widened at the "Friend" and I followed her out of the restaurant, "Really? Really? Am I still your friend?" Her eyes that can see through anything and she smiled gently.

"Of course, after all, even during the times of slavery you tried your best to help my descendants. Also, when you have helped me through the years and discipline my governments and through my civil wars. You've been a good friend to me and I'd like to stay that way." She wrapped her long arms around me gently as if I were a small child. "You are a great country, continue to be great for your people. But, don't forget to be good to them as well. There is a difference between great and good."

I hugged her back burring my face in her neck as if I were five again, "I will Aunt Ada" She tended to change her name over the years, but for now her name was Ada. She separated us and I just continued to cling, "Awww! I wanna hug longeeeerrr!~" I was being childish with her, but she just laughed.

"Alright that's enough of already! No PDA my little Nephew." She used her nearly unused to strength to pull me off of her. And turned away, "I'll see you at the next world meeting. Be well!" She walked her colorful robes sashaying as though she was floating over the flour. What can I say? She was my cool Aunt.

AN: Okay! That was my third Chapter! What did ya'll think? Just for those that are confused by what PDA is it means Public Display of Affection. (Hugging, kissing, etc...) Anyway, you guys rock and R awesome! Thanks for reading!