America was nervous. For the first time in a century he was nervous. Let me tell you why.

The world meeting had just ended and some of the nations were going out drinking to catch-up and stuff like that to take a small break from being nations and working.

America was all for it until he found out they were going to a Karaoke bar. America hates his sing voice. He thinks it sounds scratchy and dull. And he couldn't turn the others down because he would look suspicious. So all America could do was sink into the back of the crowd and pray to god that everyone else was too drunk to remember he was even there.

That's not the case apparently.

America was about to his escape. He thought that since the nations were drunkenly singing karaoke, but apparently a drunk England had noticed him trying to make a break for it and drunkenly stumbled over to the younger nation.

"Aaaallllllffffrreeedd whyy arrre yooooouuuu trrrryyyyiiinngg ttoo llleeaavve" England slurred loudly. This caused the others to turn towards the pair.

"Dudes, Most of ya are drunk as skunks and I'm not old enough to drink yet soooo I'm not in a mood to break the law" America said a nervous smile stretching across his face as he tried to get closer to the door.

England frowned at this everyone had sung a song, but America and England thought it wasn't fair that he didn't sing too.

"But, America-san we haven't heard you sing yet...." Japan stated timidly only slightly drunk. That made America freeze. He didn't want to give the other nations a new thing to insult him with.

"Uh, you wouldn't like my voice it's real bad" America said looking unusually nervous and fearful.

"It's unawesome that we sang and you didn't so get your star spangled ass over to that stage and sing like your life depends on it!" Prussia yelled grabbing Alfred's arm and pulling him over to the stage ignoring said nation's protests.

Once they were at the stage Prussia grabbed the mike and threw it at Alfred. Alfred caught it easily having good reflexes and all.

He knew that he couldn't get out of this so he just decided to do his best and hope that the insults weren't to bad.

Alfred was thinking of what song to sing when it suddenly came to mind. He got up onto the stage before he put in the song he wanted.

With one final glance at the crowd of nations who looked like they were one the edge of their seats.

"You think you own whatever land you land on

The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim

But I know every rock and tree and creature

Has a life, has spirit, has a name~"

Just that first verse had left them speechless. They hadn't expected something that is the voice of an angel. Oblivious to the effect his voice had on the other nations Alfred continued to sing.

"You think the only people who are people

Are the people who look and think like you

But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger

You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew"

Alfred thought about his mother Native America and how she used to take care of Canada, him, and their little brother Mexico. God did he miss her.

"Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

Or ask the grinning bobcat why he grinned

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind~"

Alfred's voice seemed to have put his fellow countries in a sort of trance. It was almost like a siren sing to there prey.

"Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest

Come taste the sun sweet berries of the Earth

Come roll in all the riches all around you

And for once, never wonder what they're worth~"

Alfred's mind started to wonder to the older nations how they only cared about money, power, and land. He knew some of them were ok, but still. Why? Why did they go to war? Why did they do the things they did? They are family right?

"The rainstorm and the river are my brothers

The heron and the otter are my friends

And we are all connected to each other

In a circle, in a hoop that never ends~"

Everyone seemed mesmerized by the voice that sound of a angel sing. He was an angel. Their angel.

"How high will the sycamore grow

If you cut down then you'll never know~"

Alfred stopped thinking about the insults and the fact that he thought his voice was terrible and decided to just let go.

"And you'll never he the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper skinned

We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains

We need to paint with all the colors of the wind~"

Alfred quieted for a second before he quietly sang,

"You can own the Earth and still

All you'll own is Earth until

You can paint with all the colors of the wind~"

And with that the song ended leaving America blushing in embarrassment that he actually did it.

When the song ended the other countries seemed to snap out of it and applauded.

Alfred's blush darkened at this and he got off the stage handing the microphone back to a stunned Prussia.

"I know my voice is terrible" America said looking away in embarrassment waiting for the insults to start coming.

That took everyone by surprise.

America thought his voice was terrible?

"What do you mean that was the most awesome singing I've heard all night" Prussia stated proudly a big smirk on his face.

America look at Prussia with a mixture of shock and surprise. Did he just say his sing was good? No he must've miss heard.

He looked at everyone else ready to see their judgmental looks,but all he saw was grins and smiles.

Alfred was about to smile when he remembered something.

They're all drunk.

They wouldn't be this nice to him when they were sober, so why should he believe them?

"No, you guys are only saying that because your drunk off you're rockers so do me a favor and don't lie" America stated looking a little sad.

Before anyone could protest he was already out the door.

That made them think for once. How did they view America? Did they love him? Did they hate him?

This is gonna be one hell of a question.

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