To America's 4th of July! This Short is dedicated to America himself. If you guys do not watch the Anime "Hetalia" then you should! It's an awesome anime, and I love it so much! Hope you like it! And in the anime the character's are named after their countries and they do have human names but it's better saying their country names. Enjoy!

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"I can't believe you dragged me here by my hair Belarus!" I whined as I started to fix my hair that was currently in a tangle.

"Well, believe it sister,"She says in her thick accent,"If I'm forced to be here with Ukraine and these other Nations; you're going have to be here with me too!"

"But, you have Russia!" I pointed out.

She huffed and crossed her arms, "Big Brother wasn't 'feeling well' so he stayed home in his room with his windows and doors locked."

I gave her a pat on the shoulder.

Belarus maybe crazy; with trying to marry her brother, and all but she's still a friend.

"But, what am I suppose to do? I'm not a country nor a servant to be here." I said.

She then gave me an evil smirk, and turned her head, "Latvia!"

Then a little boy rushed over to us with a scared expression.

"Y-yes Belarus?" He stuttered.

"Bring Grace here a waitress uniform," She ordered him,"NOW,"

Then, in a millisecond Latvia had a blue waitress dress,"Here you go Grace."

"Thanks Latvia." I said taking the dress from his hands.

"Now, go change." She says pushing me into a room.

I sighed, and stripped off my jeans, and floral blouse.

I threw the blue dress above my head, and placed my arms through the white puffy short sleeves.

I then straightened the skirt of the dress, and tried to zip it up from the back.

It only went halfway and I couldn't reach it anymore.

"Let me get that for you Miss." I voice whispered behind me, and took me by the waist.

I felt my cheeks turn red and hot.

By his accent he must be America. But, by his flirty way of pulling me close I almost thought it would've been France.

He then trailed his hands down my spine, making me shiver from his touch.

I felt him take the zipper, and pulled it up.

I let out a breath, and took a few steps away from him.

"Thanks." I said calmly looking down, and took a strand of hair and placed it behind my ear.

"You're very welcome," He says happily, and stretched out his hand, "I'm Alfred. But, most people call me America, or Hero. Which ever will do."

I slowly looked up to see his beautiful blue eyes, and dirty blond hair.

Curse myself for having short ginger hair. I wish something was hiding my blushing face.

I cleared my throat, and took my hand in his, "Grace."

"Grace, huh?" He asks and grinning, "That's a nice name."

I couldn't help but give him a small shy smile, "Thank you."

"So, you're a friend of Belarus?" He asked.

I nodded, "And a few others here."

"Really? Who else do you know?" He wonders.

I shrugged, "Ukraine, Latvia, Britain, France, Italy, Japan, Germany, Poland, Prussia, Russia, Sealand, Canada," I babbled on, and stopped myself, "Just naming a few."

Inside my head I was thinking to myself 'What the hell?! Stop talking so much! You should've just stopped at Japan and then said 'naming a few'! God!'

"Whoa Dude!" America said placing his hand on the side of his head, "I can't believe that none of them ever introduced me to you before!"

I shrugged again, "You should ask them."

He nodded dramatically, "That's a great idea!"

He then took my hand and we walked out of the room hand in hand.

Now, in my situation any girl would be blushing like crazy to be holding his hand. And that's what I was doing; any redder I'd be looking like a tomato that Romano and Spain harvests.

"Check it out everyone!" America announces getting every Nation's attention.

This made my face go even more red as they stared at us, and our interlocking hands.

"America what are you doing with Grace?" Britain asks.

"Yea, her face looks all red like a rose." France pointed out.

"Mr. America! Please don't tell me you did anything to my poor little Grace!" Italy shouted worried then ran up to my side and started hugging me tightly.

"Dude, don't worry," he said pulling me closer and away from Italy, "I was just wondering why has no one ever introduced me to her before?"

"Because with you two together it might be hell for everyone around you both," Romano grumbled, "Britain and France is already a pain, so we don't need another couple to be another migraine."

"What's that suppose to mean?!" Myself, America, Britain and France shouted at Southern Italy.

"Nothing." Romano says coolly, and turns his head the other way.

I sighed, and took my hands away from America's.

"Since, I'm dressed as a waitress I might as well work now," I said turning my heel away from them, "It was nice meeting you Mr. Jones."

"It's America." He called out to me.

"Whatever you say Mr. Jones." I called back.

"Don't mind her America," I hear Germany say, "She always call people who she just met by their last names. Except for me because my last name was apparently too difficult for her to say."

"Yea!" I hear Italy, "She called him Mr. Germany like I did!"

After that, I went into the kitchen and helped everyone set up the plates, cups, foods, and drinks for the meeting.

The entire staff seemed busy so I offered to set the stuff up in the meeting room by myself.

It's not hard for one person to just place teacups and plates on a circular table so I was halfway done.

The Nations were in the Lobby waiting and here I was in the meeting room taking my sweet time.

Started to feel a little bored I started singing a song.

"Hey hey Daddy give me a coca-cola. Hey hey mama, hey hey mama! The cheese burger I ate a long time ago I can't forget the taste of it! Draw a circle that's the earth, draw a circle that's the earth, draw the circle that's the earth," I sang as I swayed my hips a little, "My name is Grace L. Washington! Ah, this fabulous world can be seen with a swipe of a brush-."

"Both my beef, and my dreams are super-sized!" I hear another voice sing, "America!"

I stopped placing a plate on the table, and turned my body around to see him sitting in his seat and staring at me with a smile.

"Nice voice." He says and stood up from his seat and walked over to me.

My face turned into a tomato again.

"Thank you, Mr. Jones." I murmured looking down at my feet.

I felt his hand hold my chin and tilting my face upwards to see his.

"Please, just call me America. If that makes you uncomfortable then call me Alfred." He says softly.

Without even telling me; he kisses my lips gently.

I was so in shock as we stood there for what felt like forever.

"AMERICA! WHY ARE YOU KISSING MY BEST FRIEND?!?!?!?!" A shriek filled our ears painfully.

We pulled away to see all of the Nations staring at us.

Some with amused faces.

Some were surprised.

Then there was Belarus, who looked pissed off.

"I TOLD YOU TO NEVER KISS MY BEST FRIENDS!!" She shouted angrily.

After that day, America got a black eye, broken leg and arm.

For me, I got a date with a burger-loving, democracy spreading, four-eyed Hero.

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Hope you liked it! HAPPY 4TH OF JULY AMERICA!! If you don't celebrate the 4th of July then, celebrate something in your life and make that party super-sized. Don't forget about the fireworks, just not set them in your house, and don't do it if it's not legal. Have a nice day now!

~Arielle =^_^=