A/N: "Sorry, that these updates have been so LONG. We wanna cram a LOT of scenes here, this is probably gonna be the last one. Don't wanna put TOO much spotlight on her right NOW."

UND ON WITH THE STORY...

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Back to England and London...

England: "Hey, frog, you bloody git!"

France: "...Why are you saying that with a smile on your face? Are you drunk?"

England: "I am fine. Really fine, actually. Where's Paris? Is the rest of the family, here, are they not?"

France: "Your English is sounding more weirder than usual, but you smell like your stinky self. What have you invented-?"

England: "I'm not high!"

France: "Keep saying that with the appropriate expression, Mon Ami, and we'll be fine."

The Englishman just grimaces, muttering 'Of course, you'll ruin my mood today of all days'. Paris enters the room with a familiar girl trailing behind her. England didn't know who she was at first but then nearly fell to the floor and yelped with shock.

England: "You! You're...you're Germany and Italy's child!"

???: "Hm? Who are you?"

Paris: "Itamuney, Mon Ami, properly introduce yourself~"

England: "Itamuney?"

Itamuney: "Um, alright."

England: (Her voice sounds eerily German with an Italian lightness. I can't believe I'm actually seeing her in person. I thought she wasn't real...!)

Itamuney: "Gutciao, Mr. England, my name is Itamuney. You probably know my parents, Germany and Italy?"

England: "N-No way...you're real...!"

France: "Well, Angleterre, I, Spain, the Italian and German brothers had seen her in person. And, well, there's you."

England: "B-But how?! I thought Italy went back to normal!"

France: "That's a story for another day, Mon Ami. Tell Big Brother France what you are here for~"

England: "What I'm-? Wait! Wait! I almost forgot!"

France: "What is it?"

England: "Color had received an invitation to the World Summit! Hetalia is open!"

France/Paris: "WHAT?!"

England: "I know, right!? This HAS to be something you must believe me on!"

France: "W-What...!? When?! How long ago was this!?"

England: "Well, she burst through our window about six minutes ago and I took a portal gate to get here-"

Paris: "You know Hetalia closes once midnight hits and it's 11:00 in the morning! How much of the world doesn't know...!?"

Itamuney: "...World Summit?"

France: "Ah, Pari!"

Paris: "What is it? We need to hurry this time. We nearly didn't make it!"

England: "Want me to get the rest of Europe or will you handle it!? I'm going to notify India to collect the rest of the Middle East!"

France: "What about Africa? I'll cover Africa, Pari, you're taking Itamuney and collecting the rest of Europe!"

Paris: "Of course, wait, so who's getting the rest of Asia-"

???: "HEY, ENGLAND, HEY~!!!"

England: "The bloody-?!"

DC: "HEROINE'S HERE TO TELL HER TRAVELS!"

France: "Ah, Color! Where have you been?"

Paris: "Where's the invitation?"

DC: "Right here, suckers!"

DC whips out from her breast pocket the same otherworldly invitation.

Paris: "We didn't even need that proof, the world is going to know!"

England: "Oh, right, I was going to ask you, Color, are we all going to be there at once, or do we all go in groups!?"

DC: "Everyone seems to be going in groups! NK and Pyongyang are gonna be going with the rest of the Asian family, so all of them are notified! So after I did that I rocketed up to Russia's place and picked him, the Baltics and his sisters on the message. But before I did all that, I went down and told Syria and Damascus, so Iraq and Iran will be picking them up. Oh, and don't forget the capitals~!!!"

England: "...when you stop and think about it, this world is really small..."

France: "No, Mon Cheri is just a very fast flyer and can very persuasive when she wants to be."

Paris: "I wonder why she doesn't use those persuasion skills during our Capital Conferences..."

France: "Must be so when you're cramped inside a paper-cluttered office 24/7, oui?"

DC: "No kidding! You can't see the floor and walls and CABINETS in my office!!! It's a papier-mache room! So, yeah! Up and away, totally!"

Paris: "My, does the Americans work that much?"

England: "You'd be surprised. Anyways, I'll still go to India's place. France, can you notify Seychelles and have her start spreading from there? There are a couple countries she can spread it to."

DC: "Paris gots Europe, right?! Hey! After you go to the Germanics and Romans, hitchhike to Spain and Portugal, they'll tell Morocco, and she'll spread it like wildfire!"

England: "Very well, so the Americas."

Paris: "She's right here-"

England: "No, you git, the Americas are North and South America. The AmeriCANS are the United States of America and the Washington District of Columbia."

France: "Mon Dieu, you name is so long, Mon Cheri!"

DC: "Heck, that name's so dang stuffy, just DC or Color will work fine. Anyways! The Hero's working on the Americas, so THAT'S covered. Asia, Americas, Africa, Middle East, Europe...um, who else, we missing?"

England: "Ack, Australia! Ugh, he's so far away-"

DC: "THE HEROINE WILL GO!!! Everyone GET SPREADING!"

...And then she crashes out the balcony window of France's manor leaving a DC-shaped hole with a lot of extra cracks. So the hole looked like more of her landform rather than her actual body.

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About a half an hour or something-like-that ago...

America: "Hey, bro!"

Canada: "H-Huh...? America? What are you doing here? Y-You're not gonna drop more stuff at my place, are you...?"

America: "Nah, I got something even BETTER~!"

America had arrived at the Canadian landform around a couple short minutes after DC shot up from the balcony like a human rocket on 16, 6-piece packs of soda. He's pretty sure that Canada doesn't know or can't remember, but America has wings too. But because of his uniform and his bigger work pile, he doesn't go out flying as much as his half-top, open-scapula, wing shirt-wearing capital. He tucked his wings back in tightly under his uniform and had burst into Canada's door, nearly hitting his capital, Ottawa.

Ottawa: "America...please don't tell us that you're asking us to babysit your dog...or tiger...or horses...or a whale..."

America: "No! Guy, guys, GUYS~! You have NO idea what DC and I found on the freaking balcony!!!"

Canada: "...A bald eagle...?"

America: "NO! AN INVITATION TO THE WORLD SUMMIT! HETALIA IS OPEN AGAIN!!!"

Canada/Ottawa: "....."

Canada: "You know, America, if you want us to go to another one of your parties, we're kind of-"

America: "I AM SERIOUS! DC WENT AND SHOT HERSELF THROUGH ENGLAND'S WINDOW IN ONE GO!!!"

Ottawa: "...I still don't believe you. Where's the invitation?"

America: "I-! Wait...whoops, DC has it-"

Canada: "America! We know you're lying, quit trying to cover it up!"

America: "No, bro, I'm serious-!"

Ottawa: "Just stop! Just. Stop! Leave, please!"

Canada: "We really don't wanna be pushed around by you right now!"

America: "B-But...I'm serious! World Summit's up and...Hetalia's...open..."

He didn't know why, but America felt tears or sadness and slight anger rising from the back of his head, crawling up his spine like a spider with white-hot needles on the points of its legs.

America: "I just...I just..."

Canada: "Right now is not the right time! Come back when you wanna talk about something other using me for your parties!"

America: "That's what I'm HERE for! I want you to come to Hetalia with me!"

Canada: "World Summit happened twice. TWICE. Once in the 1700's, the last one in the 1900's. We. Are. In. The. 2500's. WHY WOULD THERE BE A WORLD SUMMIT NOW?!"

Ottawa: "C-Canada, calm down..."

Canada: "...S-Sorry, I just...I just want you to be a real...brother...for once..."

America: "What was that?"

Ottawa: "You can't hear him...?!"

*SLAP*

Something inside of Ottawa snapped like a recoiling rubber band. Tears were pricking in both Canada and Ottawa's eyes. Now, with a red handprint at his face, America was too. But this time, the small anger in him had spiked. Usually, he was such a professional when it came to keeping the regular hero face. Sure, he let his sadness slip from time to time, but never on purpose. Except...well, except all that time before the American Revolution. He learned this from England.

America: "...well...of COURSE...I can't hear..."

Ottawa: "W-What...?"

America: "OF COURSE I CAN'T HEAR OVER THIS YELLING MAKE IT FREAKING STOP!!!"

Canada/Ottawa: "....!!!"

America: "HOW ABOUT FOR ONCE CAN YOU BE MY FREAKING LITTLE BROTHER AND SISTER WITHOUT TRYING TO PUNCH ME IN THE FREAKING GUT YOU CANADIAN MAPLE LEAVES!?"

Canada: "...What did you just-?"

America: "What did I say!? YOU HEARD ME! You KNOW what World Summit is! Why do you think I was so dang happy to get you guys?! I went to you guys first! First! We get until midnight to be normal people and normal siblings! WHY WOULD I JOKE ABOUT THAT?!"

Canada: "I...I...don't know! It's just what I expect of you! If I think you're lying, then it's your own fault...!"

America: "...Yeah, I get that bit. Always did. But have you ever wondered WHY I did that?!"

Canada: "All the time! Why do you lie so much?! Why do you, huh?!"

America: "That's it? That's all you think?! Why I lie!? Not ever trying to find the answer!? You stereotype me just like everyone else does!"

Canada: "We are stereotypes! We are LIVING stereotypes! Wouldn't that only be natural!?"

Ottawa: "STOP IT! BOTH OF YOU!"

Everything was silent. The two brothers slowly turned to Ottawa who was crying just as much as the two of them. Canada was internally scared of America but mildly irritated at the same time. America was just full-out mad with no cap. This would be the result of busting the mask one had been wearing for nearly a 1000 years. America wasn't able to stay quiet long. Words that were choked by tears were spat out of his mouth.

America: "...I'm sorry...you don't need to come, that's fine. That's...totally fine..."

Canada: "Q-Quit it, America...I-I know what you're trying to do-"

America: "DON'T...say anything else. I'm leaving. I'm leaving!"

The American tries to keep his head up as he speed-walked out of the house, refraining to stomping or punching something, for he knew he'd put permanent damage, which is the last thing he wants. Just as he was starting to take off his bomber jacket to expose his wings underneath, he heard faint whooshing sounds floating down behind him. They were so bare that he could've missed them.

"You didn't get him?"

America: "...if he doesn't wanna go, that's fine with me."

"Do you want me to talk to him?"

America: "He doesn't want anyone to talk to him!"

"...So you're just gonna let him go? Have him miss out on the World Summit when the rest of the world becomes family for a night?"

America: "....."

"Wouldn't it be nice if you two were real brothers without being ignorant because of government politics?"

America: "....irk...!"

He couldn't hear the sounds of the voice's take off into the sky, nor notice the figure's widespread wings shadow high above him. No, he had keeled over, shirtless, back and wings hunched. They fell crumpled to his side like a broken kite. He tried to stand up again, tried to stifle his tears. He needed to go to South America, Mexico, at least, and have her notify them for him. He felt so crushed, the opportunity for the two to be real brothers was squandered by his own past ignorance.

Little did he know, Canada was stopped at the front door at the sound of the conversation or America and the voice. Ottawa watched from the foyer, wondering what was going on. Suddenly the two Canadians heard a blood curling scream and pounding feet getting fainter by the second as if he was running away. Then there was a gust. Canada was very confused about this. America might be strong and fast, but any air coming out of his mouth would be the meaningless ramble. He decided to look, cracking open the door.

Canada: "...!"

America: "MEEEEEEEEXIIIIIIIIICOOOOOO!!!!!"

Just as the tear-streaked American was about to power burst into the sky like a nuclear missile, a streak of red fabric and skin wrap around his chest faster than Russia's scarf during that W Academy clip. The very air was pumped out of him and he and the assaulter crashed onto the ground in a mist of dust.

America: "...C-CANADA?! WHAT THE HECK, MAN!? GET THE HECK OFF OF ME BEFORE I FREAKING WIPE YOU OFF THE FACE OF THE FREAKING-"

Canada: "S-Stop doing that to...y-yourself...!"

America: "...W-Wha...?"

Canada: "You meant it...?! You REALLY meant it!? World Summit's open!?"

America: "What the-?! WHAT THE HECK HAVE I BEEN SAYING!?"

Canada: "And you're not lying?!"

America: "WHEN THE HECK DID I EVER LIE TO YOU!?"

Canada: "...W-Well..."

America: "Look, I've said mean things, held back secrets, laughed so hard I could've died, but...I NEVER LIED to you. Now let me go, so I can AT LEAST notify Mexico...PLEASE."

Canada: "...Take us with you."

America: "Very freaking NOT funny, now let-"

Canada: "I'll believe you! Didn't Color say something about you wanting to be real brothers with me for a night?!"

America: "You...you..."

Canada: "Y'know what...? I wanna go! I wanna be your brother again!"

???: "Aw, look at them. They made up~"

America/Canada: "...Huh...?!"

Ottawa: "It would appear so."

America/Canada: "...WHAT?! COLOR?!"

DC: "Hm? What's up, peeps? Miss me, Candyman? I was having a friendly sisterly conversation with Otter Pop and we just finished up."

America: "B-But...I thought you...I thought you..."

DC: "You thought I, you thought I what~? Dude, you're gaping like the whale I brought over."

Canada: "Whale...?"

America: "I thought you went back to Europe!"

DC: "...I went 'back'? Bro, I just got here. I haven't been here for like, what, ever since that one meeting 3 months ago?"

America: "Didn't you just talk to me a couple minutes ago?!"

DC: "Nah...? I was chatting with Otter Pop."

(all): "...."

DC: "Y'know what? Forget this. America, you carry Canada, I'll carry Ottawa. We're heading to one of the western Canadian coastlines."

Ottawa: "...W-Why...?"

DC: "Mm...you know why I brought a whale up here? Plus the fact that Hetalia is an island?"