A/N: Yayyyyy new chapter woot woot :D

Yayyyyyy more characters woot woot x3

So yeah…let's start this thing

"Alice, I want you to stay here and be a good girl, okay?" France said as he set his little sister down on a chair.

"No! Alice go with Fran!" Alice protested, trying to cling onto his shirt.

"You can't," France sighed.

There were multiple reasons why France didn't want to bring Alice into the World Conference Main Room.

First of all, France was quite sure most countries would feel uneasy with a little girl sitting on France's lap while they discussed serious problems around the world.

Second of all – most countries doesn't even know that Alice exists. The only countries that knew her existence was France, Spain, Netherlands, Belgium, the Italy brothers, Germany, the former Commonwealths and Japan.

"You stay here and be a good girl; I'll come back as fast as I can, alright?" France said sweetly as he could. Alice puffed her cheeks, but nodded. "Don't' come out from the room as well. And if anyone that you don't know comes in…tell them you have a brother who works here. Don't give them my name though,"

"Real or fake?"

"Both,"

Alice frowned, and squeezed her stuffed doll tightly.

It was a yellow puppy that France made himself, and Alice named it Lizzy. She carried it anywhere that she felt nervous or lonely.

"Alright, I gotta go," France said, taking a look at his watch. "Be a good girl. I'll come back soon,"

"….ok," Alice mumbled, and gave her brother a hug.

"France….France are you listening!" Germany roared, and France snapped back to reality. Every country was staring at him.

"Oh….sorry," France blinked. Germany sighed, and continued the debate.

"Mr. France," Japan whispered from beside him. "I know you're worried, but you'll have to stay put! Some countries might start to feel suspicious,"

"I know Japan, I'll be fine," France mumbled back, and returned his eyes to the big projector board.

Japan realized how he glanced at one country before he did so.

America took a long sip from the coke bottle he just bought from the vending machine. Conferences were always tiring and boring for him. He took a long chug again, even though his throat wasn't dry at all. Few years before, it always used to be dry after a debate. He always yelled, spoke up, and teased one country, like he always did.

Not anymore.

America bit his lips and threw the bottle away, emptied within a minute.

He started going back to the Main Room with heavy steps. All the shouting always gave him a slight headache these days. Suddenly, he stopped and stared.

There was a little figure a few feet away, turning around and trotting at different directions.

At first, the country thought it was a worker here at the Conference Center. But the guess was quickly proven wrong by the little stuffed animal carried in her arms. Obviously, Conference Center workers were not allowed to carry around stuffed animals.

It was definitely a child. It was a girl with blonde hair and pigtails, looking like she was going to start crying any second.

"Maybe a child of one of the workers? Probably got lost, this place is like a maze," America though. "…Hey there," he called as softly as he could. The Hero always helped a person in trouble.

The girl let out a yelp, and immediately ran away.

"H-hey! I won't hurt you!" America shouted, but the girl took more distance from him. America crouched down, and let out a hand. "Come here, I won't hurt you. I'll get you back to your parents. Don't worry! I'm a hero, yeah?"

The girl blinked, and squeezed her stuffed animal harder. America realized that it was a yellow puppy, from the looks of it, hand-made.

"Cute puppy," America smiled. It reminded him of Canada's Polar Bear.

The girl blinked again, and then cocked her head sideways looking confused. "Cana?"

America raised his eyebrow. "I'm sorry?"

The girl blushed, and looked down at the ground looking embarrassed. America chuckled.

"Sorry. Come on, I'll find your daddy. ….or is it mommy?"

The girl slowly walked over to America, and looked into his eyes worryingly.

What surprised America, was that he couldn't tell what colors her eyes were. It kept changing – like an aurora.

America was about to take her hand, when

"Alice! Alice, where are you?" there voice of the person he didn't want to meet at all echoed in the hallways. America snapped up and immediately ran to the closest corner he could hide. He saw the girl looking surprised and confused.

"Sorry," America apologized to the little girl he promised to help. "I promise, someone else would help you," A question popped up in America's mind as well. "Who the hell is Alice? Another one of his girlfriends probably, the bitch…,"

"Alice!" the voice let out a happy cry, and America let out a little peek.

France was embracing the little girl tightly in his arms. America was close to pulling out his phone and dialing the police hotline, but then he saw the girl sniffle and give the country a tight hug back.

"Alice, I told you to stay in the room!" France scolded, as he picked up the girl in his arms. The girl pouted, and cuddled the puppy again.

"But I wanted to see Fran!"

"How in the world did you reach the doorknob?"

"Chair!" Alice giggled proudly. France let out a sigh, and scuffled her hair.

"Well, I'll be done soon alright? Stay in your room this time! I have macaroons ready for tonight,"

"Macaroons!" The girl squealed, and France took her away.

America stood blankly at the hallway.

How he met the little girl, it all seemed like a dream.

He sighed, and scratched his head. A weird feeling was brewing inside him, something he wasn't able to explain at all.

"Mr. America?"

America jumped, and turned around.

"Oh…Japan, you scared me! Sheesh you ninja, don't creep up on me like that!" America let out a roaring laugh, and slapped the Asian country's back. Japan let out a little cough.

"Excuse me…you looked like you were in a trance,"

"A trance, huh…,"

"We better head back to the Conference room, it's going to start again soon,"

"Yeah….alright,"

Something was changing, and America felt it.

Like he did when he decided he was going to become one country.

Like he did eight years ago.

Brown. A stirring color of mixed feelings, slowly leading to a change.

A/N: Whoooo third chapter done Hallelujah :P

Yay America FINALLY showed up for heaven's sakes...hopefully he'll start showing up even more! Wait wtf am I saying I'm the author... Dx Ok I'll put in more America...

Well I hope y'all would wait patiently for Chapter 4! Considering there'll be one... (jkjk)