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America sighed as the meeting was finally brought to a closing. He never really got the point of attending these meetings since they didn't let him present anymore. "Everyone will do just fine without your idiocy, America. And besides we don't need anyone losing brain cells." England had said to him after a meeting once. America had just smiled and laughed in agreement with the British Nation trying to hide how hurt he was.

America shook his head trying to erase the memory from his mind. America got up from his seat with his papers safely tucked away in his briefcase and left the meeting room excited to finally have some free time on his hands. "Hey fatass! Wait up!" A voice called out to the American. America flinched slightly and just continued walking to his room. He had a feeling it was rude to ignore someone like that but he honestly stopped caring.

So Alfred continued to ignore the shouts for his attention as he made his way up to his hotel room. On the way up he received a few whispers and insults but just like always Alfred smiled and ignored them. After a few more minutes of walking Alfred made it to his hotel room which was right between Canada's and Mexico's.

Alfred opened the door and stepped into the room quietly shutting the door behind himself. Alfred tossed his briefcase onto the wooden desk and collapsed onto the bed sighing as he landed on its soft, warm comforter and sheets. Alfred sat up deciding that he had to change out of this stuffy suit before he could fully relax. Alfred quickly shed the many layers of his suit exchanging them for a pair of red, white, and blue pajama pants and a Captain America t-shirt.

Finally rid of the boring, itchy suit Alfred fell back onto the bed ready to fall asleep when he realized something. He wasn't tired. Damnit! The American sat up looking annoyed that he wasn't even tired after the meeting which had lasted three hours. Not to mention spending time with the other countries was...taxing to say the least.

"That's one way to put it." America thought out loud to himself. He started to look around the room to see if there was anything that could keep his mind occupied until he felt tired enough to go to sleep. The American's eyes stopped on the guitar case sitting in the corner. Ah that's right! He'd brought his acoustic guitar with him incase he got bored.

Alfred went over to the case and opens it smiling as his guitar came into view. He grabbed the polished instrument form the case and shut it. Alfred walked over to the bed and sat down tuning the instrument for a few minutes before contemplating what some he should play.

Alfred thought it'd be hilarious to play some patriotic song to annoy those around him but then decided against it. He wasn't in the mood for noise complaints right now. Then it hit him. Alfred smiled in realization and started to strum the guitar.

"I'm a good pretender
Won't you come see my show?
I've got lots of problems
Well, good thing nobody knows."

Alfred looked out the window and at the night sky counting the stars as he played the guitar and sang unaware that the window he was looking out was open.

"Oh, I'm insecure, I'm insecure
I think I like what I'm supposed to
Like what I'm supposed to—"

On the other side of the wall Canada was reading a book on maple syrup when he heard his brother's voice flow through the walls. The Canadian smiled and listened to the American sing. His brother always did have a pretty voice. Mexico was thinking of the same thing but was also listening to the lyrics of the song. To him they sounded kind of...sad? No. His brother couldn't be sad, could he?

"—I don't even mess with drugs
I do that 'cause you say it's dope to
You say it's dope to~"

Alfred, unaware of his two brothers listening to him, just sang and strummed the instrument on his arm. He also wasn't aware that he was putting emotion into the song or that other nations were starting to listen in.

"I'm a good pretender
I'm not really cool
I'm a good pretender
'Cause I'm just like you
I do not belong here
You all clearly do
But I'm a good pretender
So I'm just like-"

Alfred could hear a trumpet playing in the distance and smiled wiping away the tears that had started to bloom in his eyes. Why was he getting so emotional all of the sudden? Maybe it's because he bottled it up most of the time when he was around the others.

"I'm a good pretender
I'm a good pretender~"

'Is that what he's doing, pretending?' Canada thought to himself as he presses his ear up against the wall so he could hear the music better. Mexico (unknowingly) mirrored him and listened closely to the music.

"I'm a good pretender
All emotions in sync
Don't you think I'm clever
We laugh at all the same things"

Since rooms were assigned in geographical order the South American Countries were starting to hear the music as well. Brazil was talking with Columbia and Argentina in the the Brazilian's room when they heard their cousin's voice flow into the room from down the hall.

"Oh, I'm insecure, I'm insecure
I think I like what I'm supposed to
Like what I'm supposed to
I don't even mess with drugs
I do that 'cause you say it's dope to
You say it's dope to."

Words and insults started to dance around in Alfred's head. 'Fatass. Idiot. Useless. Good for nothing. Bitch. Capitalist pig. Where's my money?' All these and more plagued the American's thoughts and mind. He shook his head multiple times trying to get them out but to no avail. They were here to stay.

"I'm a good pretender
I'm not really cool
I'm a good pretender
'Cause I'm just like you
I do not belong here
You all clearly do
But I'm a good pretender
So I'm just like-"

Alfred could feel the tears start to form but tried to push them back down. Only this time they wouldn't go with a fight and a few ended up escaping his eyes and running down his cheeks.

"I'm a good pretender
I'm a good pretender."

Canada got up and walked towards the door to his hotel room stepping outside and shutting the door behind him. He went over to America's hotel room door and listened in on what the American was saying.

"I'm just like you , do you like me too?
Now I'm just like you
I'm a good pretender~"

Alfred couldn't take it anymore and broke down into a fit of sobs. He tossed his guitar somewhere in the room and curled up into a ball trying (and failing) to keep his crying quiet. Matthew heard his brother start to cry and bursted through the door seeing his brother curled up on the bed.

Alfred looked up and felt his eyes widen when they came into contact with violet eyes. Matthew slowly walked over to his brother pulling him into a hug when he reached the bed. Alfred hesitatingly hugged his older brother back and gasped when he saw Mexico standing in the door.

The Mexican walked towards the two hugging nations joining the hug with open arms. "Alfred..I'm so sorry." Matter apologized tightening his hold on his brother when he felt tears begin to soak his shirt. "It's okay Mattie. After all I am a good pretender." Alfred joked but squeaked when his brothers hug tightened on him.

Maybe he wasn't alone after all, huh?
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