My American Oneshot Book

Oneshot 26

A request from GallopingFlower

I'm tweaking the idea a little. Basically present America goes back in time and the other nations react to the older him.

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December 3, 1861

The nations of the world gathered in Madrid, Spain for the World Conference. The hall was rather beautiful as every nation took their assigned seats, chatting amongst their cliques or butting heads at one another *cough* England *cough* France. Antonio happily strolled in and banged a shiny, oak gavel onto the podium. That quickly silenced the room and everybody went to their seats in alphabetical order. Most nations were present, but England noticed the gap to his left and wondered where his ex-colony was. Just as he was going to ask, Antonio held up a letter.

"Alright, amigos. Before we start, I wish to address this letter from America in regards to his absence," Spain quickly opened it, "Antonio, I am afraid I cannot make it to the World Conference set on December 3, 1861. I am also afraid to tell you my reasons must remain confidential, per my president's request. I will be present for the next meeting that was said to be held in London on January 10, 1862. Best Regards, The United States of America,"

"Confidential?!" England spurted, "what right does that human have to tell America anything?! As other nations, we have more of a right!"

"I vonder vhat's happening," Prussia whispered worriedly.

"I hope he's alright," Denmark added. Russia remained silent, but inside he hoped his only friend was doing ok. Many of the nations began to voice their concerns for America, after all, he wasn't even 100 yet. He was still one of the younger of the bunch and the elder nations felt an entitlement to protect him. This continued for ten minutes before the room began to shake and wind mysteriously spiraled around the room. Many of the nations were too freaked out to move, but some did get up grab onto close family or friends. Suddenly, a portal appeared above the long conference table and loud screaming echoed from it. Finally, a figure fell from the portal and his back smacked as it landed harshly against the table. The portal shut immediately after that and everything went back to normal. Many stayed still, not wanting to approach the weird stranger. But, of course, Prussia wanted to look.

"Hey, jou ok?" Prussia asked as he hopped onto the table and knelt beside the boy's head. Prussia felt his breathing halt as he looked upon the man's face, it was America, "Vhat ze hell happened to jou America?!" Gilbert helped the older America sit up and Alfred found his bearings.

"Where the fuck am I?" Alfred's eyes were still dilated, showing he was dizzy and confused. Many were taken aback by Alfred cursing, he never cursed around them before. Even Prussia was a little shocked. Once Alfred blinked a few times and looked around, he saw he was in a meeting hall with the other nations. But upon gazing at their attire, he knew he was no longer in the present.

"Alfred! We thought you weren't coming! What the hell is the matter with you, you wanker?!"

"what year is it?"

"1861," France replied as he helped America steady his footing. America groaned in frustration.

"Dammit," Alfred looked at the ceiling, "Vlad, I swear on lady liberty when I get back to the present I gonna skin you!" America sighed as he rubbed his temples. Many of the nations were studying America's attire: dark blue jeans, a white cotton shit, red sneakers, and his famous WWII bomber jacket.

"What year are you from, and why are you going to skin me?" Romania asked, hiding behind Norway. America looked and chuckled playfully.

"No worries, I ain't gonna really do it. I figured threatening him, ah, you would get me back faster," America chuckled but began to sweat, "it's hot as hell, mind if I take off my jacket?" America asked Spain. Antonio shook his head and America shrugged off his large bomber jacket. The other nations gawked at Alfred's muscular arms, not knowing what to even think. They also noticed a leather holster on his sides with a weapon they've never seen before. Just then, Russia stood up and walked towards him.