Hello to all my hopefully soon to be readers. Just a bit of background, I recently experienced the most amazing violinist in a church, and I felt compelled to write this. There is sprinkling of Ame/Bel in this because I love it. Please R/R. :-)

Disclaimer: Sadly, very sadly, I do not own Hetalia or any such characters in the show. All rights and privileges go to Hidekaz Himaruya. If anyone wants to give me the sweetest b-day present ever, let me know.

It was the day after a world meeting, and some harsh words had been exchanged. Once again, America and England had gotten in a fight, only this time it was serious.

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"America you idiot, I didn't raise you like this! Pay attention, stop interrupting and giving useless ideas."

"My ideas are amazing, we should launch spaceship filled with Happy meals into space to give to the aliens so they won't attack us."

"Aliens aren't real you wanker!"

"Jerk"

"America you are so stupid."

The fight had gone on like this for a while until America said something stupid again. England was at his limit. He exploded screaming "Alfred you are such an absolute idiot, I wish I had never raised you! Americans aren't good at anything but eating and being annoying!"

America had stood up, grabbed his briefcase and fled the room.

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The meeting was in Boston, and the nations were lost. It was a Sunday morning around 11:15, and not many people were out, however, the Axis, Allies (minus America), Austria, Hungary, and Prussia were walking around trying to find America and apologize. They had experienced no such luck yet and had ended up somewhere called the central park. There was an ice rink, with lots of people skating on it, remains of snowmen, runners everywhere, and families rushing around. They reached the edge of the park, crossed the street and were going by a church when they heard beautiful music filtering through the air. Austria, and strangely Prussia were enraptured and dragged everybody inside, making them walk awkwardly through the pews to the back of the church. They sat down and looked at them to see the source of the music. To their astonishment they saw America and Belarus. America was playing the violin beautifully, in one of the most skilled pieces they had ever heard, and Belarus stood beside him, fingers flying as she called forth wonder from the flute. They were a miracle, and everyone sat completely enraptured. The nations, even the ones who were not remotely Christian stayed for the service, sitting at the back, watching in amazement as people from all walks of life, Asian, white, black, young, old, rich, and poor poured forth their spirits, united in one religion. It was a beautiful sight, and though the nations left before America saw them, they never again said Americans were useless again.