Title: Back to Reality

Pairings: America/England, France/England, Germany/Italy, Russia/China

"Sometimes I just wish that I wasn't a country!" America learns that he better be careful what he wishes for, especially when he has an alien friend who can make it happen. America's world is turned upside down as he wakes up as some guy called Alfred Jones, but if he's not a country anymore then who is he? More importantly...what happened to everyone else?

America sighed in frustration, tapping his pen relentlessly against the side of his chin as he waited impatiently for his chance to speak. He never usually had to wait this long, or at all in most cases, but for some reason at this particular meeting; the American was having immense trouble getting a word in edgewise as the rest of the nations yelled and snarled at each other from across the conference table. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea for America to call a world conference meeting in Washington during a time when the whole of Europe were at each other's throats...

"Would all of you just shut up?" England snapped, flinging a scrunched up piece of paper at the people sat opposite him in a bout of anger, "I've made up my mind!"

"You can't possibly think of doing this to us!" Germany snarled, shaking with rage, "Have you no sense of decency?"

England glared at the German, "None of you have wanted to acknowledge me in the past!" he shot accusingly at them all, "Why should I listen to you now?"

Germany stared at him, "What on earth are you talking about?" he asked, hands clenched on the table as he struggled to control his anger, "Are you not even aware of how important you are to Europe?"

America sighed, tapping his foot underneath the table as he waited for the right moment to cut in, hoping to get them all back on track...but it didn't seem like that moment would come anytime soon. "I'm not even part of Europe! I'm on an island all by myself!"

"Just because you're in isolation doesn't mean you should give up on us!" Germany growled at the Brit sat across from him at the large, polished wooden table, "Would you honestly prefer being in splendid isolation than to save the rest of Europe from financial ruin?"

France leant back in his seat, sipping a glass of red wine as he watched the situation with an amused expression, "I say we just let him go, we'll be better off without him."

"You be quiet!" England snapped.

Italy bit his lip, he hated conflict, he reached next to him and gently tugged on the German's sleeve, "Germany...is this all my fault?"

Germany sighed, patting the Italian's arm reassuringly, "No Italy, it's not, it's his fault." he said, nodding towards the Brit.

"How is it my fault?" England snapped, "My country is in its own financial crisis at the moment, so forgive me if I don't feel like helping any of you out with yours!"

Russia looked up from his knitting, smiling at the Brit, "England, become one with Russia da?"

"Oh shut it!"

America cleared his throat, sensing an opportunity, "Uhh guys, I thought we were here to discuss global warming."

China raised a sleeved hand, "I would like to bring up the issue of Japan sticking his nose in other people's business!" he interrupted, shooting a dirty look the Asian's way.

Japan felt unfamiliar waves of anger, matching the enraged stare of his former friend across the table, "You should not be drilling under the sea, it violates the agreement we made!"

China shook his head, disregarding Japan's words, "I remember no such agreement! Anyway it is called the East China Sea and therefore I should be allowed to do whatever I want!"

Japan glared at him, "You have a complete and total disregard for the environment."

America cleared his throat again, trying once more, "Guys, if we could all just pay attention to me for a moment-"

Germany gave a sudden ferocious growl as he caught England's eyes, slamming his fists down on the table, "You can't abandon Europe you little Arschloch!"

England glared at him, pointing an accusing finger the German's way, "Don't think you can start trying to tell me what to do, not after everything you've done to Europe! You stupid Nazi!"

Germany lunged forwards across the table, suddenly enraged, wanting to attack the Brit before he managed to restrain himself; "STOP bringing that up!" he blurted out furiously, face bright red, "You're living in the past!"

America sighed, holding up his hands, "Guys-"

"He iz always living in ze past." France said with a smirk, sipping on his wine.

"He's scaring me..." Italy said softly, shrinking slightly in his seat as both England and Germany were stood at opposing sides of the table, looking ready to pounce any second.

Russia looked up, smiling sweetly, "Italy, become one with Russia da?"

"Anyway I myself never approved of Nazism!" Germany cut in, eyes never leaving the Brit's, "I had no idea what mein leader was doing!"

"Oh like hell you didn't!" England lashed out, holding up his hand in an accusing manner, "I wouldn't be surprised if it's still going on now and you were keeping it secret!"

Germany stared at him in complete and utter disbelief, his eyes darkening, "How DARE you!"

"Germany, become one with-"

"SHUT UP!" both England and Germany snarled at the Russian, simultaneously reaching for something on the table to throw at him.

America was getting annoyed now; it was his meeting for God sake! He got to his feet, needing to grab hold of the situation before it got out of hand, "Guys I think we're all losing sight of what we're really here to talk about."

"What the bloody hell are you going on about America?"

"Global warming! Duh! That's why I called you guys here in the first place, we've really gotta get-"

"Germany? If England leaves us what will happen?" Italy asked, tugging the corner of Germany's sleeve again.

"Hey don't interrupt me!" America said, glaring at him, he hated being ignored.

France stretched back in his seat, yawning slightly, "I don't think anything bad will happen, I say we let ze tea lover leave, good riddance."

England glared at him, "You couldn't survive a day without me as part of Europe, frog!"

America held up his hands, "Hey guys-"

France narrowed his eyes, slowly swivelling the wine around in his glass, "I could survive a day and many more, you 'ave no idea ze lengths I would go to be rid of you, England."

"Uhh guys-"

"Well you're hardly Mr nice guy, Mr easy to deal with you know!" England retorted in a fit of anger.

America glared at them all, getting increasingly frustrated, "Guys-"

Germany sighed irritably, holding up a hand, "Whether or not we enjoy each other's company is regardless! We are all in Europe together und we're just going to have to deal with it!"

America slammed his fists hard on the table to get them all to look up, "Guys!"

England growled slightly, finally turning to face the American at the head of the table, "WHAT America!"

"Stop going on about your crappy little continent! We got bigger things to worry about!"

England rolled his eyes, sighing irritably, "Oh would you stop going on about bloody global warming! As if you care!"

America stared at him, "Dudes forget our countries for a minute, this is about our whole Goddamn planet!" he said, holding out his arms in exasperation.

England scoffed dismissively, "Yes well you're hardly doing your part to stop it are you? You're like what, the biggest polluter on the planet?"

Japan shook his head, "No, I believe that's China."

"Suck balls Japan!" China barked, glaring at him.

Germany rubbed his temples stressfully, "Lets get back to the issues here, Europe is in the biggest crisis since-"

"Dudes!" America yelled, earning their attention again, "I invited you all to Washington to talk about what we're going to do about global warming! Would you all stop talking about other pointless stuff?"

England and Germany's angry expressions matched each other as for once they agreed on something, "Our continent is NOT pointless! Maybe if you would get off your lazy backside und sort out your own countries carbon emissions the world wouldn't be in the state it's in now!"

America glared at them, getting defensive, "Hey this is my meeting and I decide what we talk about!"

"Oh just sit down und shut up." Germany growled.

England nodded, "Agreed."

America swallowed heavily, eyebrow twitching in irritation. He opened his mouth to argue some more but the words died on his tongue, he just couldn't be bothered dealing with them anymore. "Forget it." he muttered softly, gathering his things together, "If you guys wanna just talk about your own problems and ignore the world crisis then forget it." America pushed back his chair and stormed out, "...I'm outta here."

The rest of the nations were silent for a few moments as they watched him go, confused and perhaps just the tiniest bit guilty, aware that they must have hit a nerve with the American if it was enough to make him leave. England sighed deeply, settling down in his seat, running a hand through the hair at the back of his neck, "Maybe we shouldn't have ignored him like that, you know how he hates it."

Germany rolled his eyes, taking his own seat, "Forget about that stupid yank, we can talk about global warming at tomorrows meeting if it means that much to him." he shuffled through the papers on his desk for a few moments before looking up, "...now where were we?"

~0~

"Goddamnit those guys are annoying!" America growled irritably to himself as he stormed into his apartment that evening, tossing his briefcase carelessly onto the coffee table, it burst open, spilling its contents all over the place, papers scattering to the floor. He sighed, flopping down on the sofa face down, clutching the back of his head stressfully. "It's so unfair! That was supposed to be my meeting! I invited those guys over and all they want to talk about is their own problems! That don't involve me..."

America sat up slightly on his elbows as a familiar sound of buzzing waves of electric began radiating around him; a bright blue light blasted from all corners of the room as a grey figured appeared suddenly in front of him. In an instant the light vanished, and the noise halted and America was face to face with his alien friend Tony, clutching a greasy hamburger and an oversized soda.

"Hey Tony dude." America said, sitting up properly, "Where'd you go for McDonalds this time?" the small grey alien muttered his response in his strange language, slurping down some of his beverage, America smiled slightly, "Dude you're not gonna be able to walk after your done!" a few weeks back his alien friend had announced his decision to get fast food at a McDonalds in every state of America, using his portable teleportation device as means of transport.

Tony placed the panel down by the television set, where it blended in with the video consol and looked right at home, before joining America on the sofa, looking over at him questioningly. America sighed, "It's just those guys, ignoring me and pretending I don't exist...I don't get it, this has never happened before!" Tony looked at him sadly, offering him his drink, America shook his head, "No thanks...man, being a country really does suck sometimes you know Tony?"

America got to his feet, stretching slightly as he paced slowly around the room, "You know? All this responsibility, having to deal with all these people who never agree on anything...I dunno I guess, I guess sometimes I just wonder you know? What would it be like to just...be a normal guy...a normal American guy who just didn't have to deal with it all."

Tony looked up, startled at the American's words, America shrugged, "I dunno, I just wish...sometimes I just wish that I...that I wasn't a country!" the alien stared at him from where he sat, burger and soda slipping from his grasp as his eyes went blank. America looked over curiously, "Tony dude, you okay? You got heart burn or something?" the alien said nothing; he remained perfectly still aside from his red eyes which were slowly being drained of their colour. America sighed, shrugging again, "Whatever dude I'm off to bed, got another stupid meeting in the morning...you'll clean up that mess right?" he nodded to the soda and grease now soaking into his carpet as he made for the bedroom door, "Alright, night dude." he gave the alien a brief thumbs up before disappearing into his bedroom, settling in for the night.

Tony was slowly brought back to himself, his red eyes now just sockets of white, he slowly got to his feet, arms raised in the air in preparation. He'd really cherished the American's friendship, and loved hanging out with him and living at his home...but if his only friend wanted to be normal, and Tony could make it happen, he didn't really have a choice.

The alien's eyes grew bright, casting harsh rays of white light into the American's apartment, the walls slowly started to melt, the floor moving beneath his feet, everything around him was starting to dissolve into nothingness. His little arms began trembling uncontrollably as everything around him was being pulled out of existence, the bright light blasting through his surroundings. He cast one last look at the American's bedroom door as it slowly faded from sight, waving goodbye to his friend before Tony was pulled out of reality, and America's world was changed forever.

What's this? Me going to be using their human names? :O Can't be!

So yeah anyway this is something I've been thinking of for a while now, finally got around to it, what would happen if just one day America found out he wasn't a country anymore...oh the fun I shall have writing this XD

Hope you enjoy, reviews are love :)