Just some fluff to rot your teeth!

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America was cuddled into his covers, his cheeks wet from crying. A full 24 hours had passed and nobody texted him for his birthday. He tried to hang out with anybody, but all of them had excuses. Canada was on a date with Prussia, England was working (what else is new?), France was out with Spain and Romano somewhere, China was discussing political bs with Germany, Japan was jetlagged from the flight over, Italy was just scatterbrained per the usual, and Russia was being forced to hang with Belarus. America was so deep in thought as his eyes fluttered closed, his nightmare beginning

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America was in a black abyss. He knew this nightmare, and he hated it. Black outlines of the others began to show up, there eyes glowing red and wicked smiled upon their faces. He knew these beasts all too well, these were Alfred's demons. All the nations had a demon counterpart in Alfred's psyche, even Liechtenstein and Italy. However, it was the G8 that came up the most.

"Well, if it isn't the pathetic little piggy!" Russia sweetly teased.

"Honestly, I sometimes wonder why we're trade partners aru. You pretty selfish," China crossed his arms.

"Hai, I agree China-san. America-san shourd rearry try harder to be better," Japan furthered.

"Vhen vill jou finally act like ze power jou are! It's a vaste on jou!" Germany shouted. America fell to his butt and curled into the fetal position, hugging himself and covering his ears.

"Ve~ I wonder when you will prove how smart you are! I mean, you really don't do a lot!" Italy chirped happily.

"The bastard will never prove himself! He'll always be a stupid burger bastard!" Romano added.

"Honestly, Al. Why can't you be better! I mean, it doesn't help I'm always mistaken for you eh! Maybe you should stop being a useless nation and actually help somebody!" Canada screamed.

"I 'ave to agree with 'im Amerique. All jou do iz eat zose nasty burgers and preached 'ow jou are the 'ero. But jou are nothing but a waste of space compared to moi!" France yelled.

"I should have never raised you, you ungrateful prat! All you do is bother anybody around you! Why not just help the world and drop dead! You're worthless! Do better! You're not good enough!" England finished. Alfred began to tremble as the nations began to twirl around him, chanting the same things. The same insults that Alfred could feel cut into him like a knife.

"Weak" "Waste" "Pest" "Pathetic" "Selfish" "Ignorant" "Loud" "Rude" "Petty" "Nosy" "Useless" "Never Enough" "Bitch" "Slut" "Idiot" "Obnoxious" "Worthless"

"STOPPPP" a loud female voice commanded. The world froze and Alfred could no longer hear the insults. He was too scared to look but felt two pairs of warm arms embrace him.

"Shhh, Nieto (grandson)" a Spanish voice whispered. 

"Oui, mon petit-fils (my grandson). Zey will not 'urt jou anymore," a French voice calmed. A hand patted his head.

"Please do not cry, America. After all, you are the greatest nation of all time. Dare I say even-a greater than me!" an Italian accent yelped. A slap was heard, followed by the Italian voice groaning.

"Vill jou knock it off! Leave the boy be!" a German voice commanded, "Britti, jou doing good?"

"Of course I am! This forcefield is a piece of cake for a magic-user such as myself!" a British voice exclaimed excitedly.

"We have handled them," a monotoned voice said.

"Da, there are no more demons. Britti may allow the shield to dismay," an almost Russian accent stated. The one named Britti huffed and soon America felt the breeze of the abyss. He was still too scared to open his eyes, until a light pat brushed his cheek.

"Dear, you need not fear us. We will never ever hurt you," the British accent spoke. Alfred finally opened his eyes, and was met with the face of a curly redhead. To his sides lay the chocolate hazel eyes of an Iberian, and the ocean eyes of a Gallian. Looking to his head, he saw the smile of a Roman, the scowl of a Germanian, the cold eyes of a Scandinavian, and the big nose of a Keivan Rusian. These were the ancients, the nations who made the very source of his demons.

"You...Ancients...Wow!" America's eyes lit up as he jumped up with excitement. But he suddenly fixed himself, hearing Arthur scolding him somewhere in his mind. Brittania perked up.

"Oh, you have such an energetic spirit! Just like me!"

"mm, 'e also 'as ze brow of a royal. Such eyes as well" Gual gushed.

"Look at his smile! It's truly the work of my dear Espana!" Iberia clapped.

"His eyes hold many depths, I feel his connection to be boys," Scandinavia observed.

"He also is super strong! Must get that from-a us! Right Germy!" Rome clasped Germania, who clocked him in the cheek.

"Hands off jou imbecile! I am vell avare zat Gilbert taught him to fight un combat! I don't need jour filthy Roman hands all over me!" Germania scolded. Kievan Rus slowly walked up to America, that small creepy smile that Russia possesses so clearly displayed on his face.

"I wanted to say thank you. Russia seems so happy with you, it is a shame that he is one of your demons. I am sure he would destroy it if he knew how," the large nations smiled.

"Why are you all complimenting me?" America asked, tilting his head. The others looked, including Germania who had Rome in a headlock.

"You deserve to hear them. None of our children are really capable of sharing how they feel," Scandinavia explained.

"Si! You are a great nation America! Never let those putas tell you otherwise!" Iberia shouted happily.

"We wanted to 'elp you because your kindness 'as yet to be returned. We wanted to remind you zat you are loved," Gaul furthered the explanation.

"Ja, jou don't deserve all zat bullshit. Ve vere hoping to finally kill zose things," Germania finished.

"We did kill them, but they might be back. But when they are, we'll be there again!" Kievan Rus exclaimed.

"Oh! I have a bloody brilliant idea! Why not let Alfred see his mum and siblings?!" Brittania asked. The others shrugged and nodded, making the red head squeal, "all together then!"

They all joined hands around Alfred and began to glow

"Hearts connect, by bloode and by more. Feeling the embrace of loved ones to stay warm. Forgetting one's feels, separated by plight. Break these boundaries, and now reunite!" 

Alfred began to glow and was suddenly transported to a large grassy plain.

"Maska!" a bunch of voices shouted. He turned around and was met with all his older siblings: Iroquois, Powhattan, Arikara, Cherokee, Sioux, Apache, and Vinland. They all gave their little brother a large group hug, squeezing him tight.

"Mama will be delighted to see you!" Apache happily chirped, her braid flowing behind her. Vinland, his other sister, grabbed his arms and dragged him. His brothers only watched as Alfred glanced back and mouthed the words 'help me' They all laughed as they followed. Vinland and Apache finally showed up to Catori's tent, where they entered.

"Mama! Look what we have brought!" Native America turned upon hearing Vinland's happy tone. Her eyes softened when laying her eyes upon her dear Maska. They were both still for a second before America began to cry.

"Mama!" America ran into her open arms, her strong arms twisting him around.

"Oh, Maska! My little eagle! It brings me more joy than one thousand plentiful harvests to see your beautiful face! Oh, look how big you have grown! How strong have you become my dear?!"

"I don't know mama, but I am the current sole superpower. That should say something!" Alfred smiled. His oldest brother, Powhattan, clapped his shoulder.

"You control the pale faces now?! The gods blessed us with a strong little sibling! We should feast! I will call the Incas, Mayans, and Aztecs!" Powhattan left the tent and the entire day felt like perfection. Alfred played with his siblings again, feasted upon the food he was raised on before England, danced his homeland dances, and sung his Native songs. He was sitting at the fire when he began to dose off. Vinland lifted him up and chuckled.

"I will lay him to rest," Vinland began to walk off. Alfred cuddled into him and smiled.

"I don't want this to end though, just a few more minutes?"

"I'm afraid not Maska, your world beckons you," Vinland laid Alfred in the tent and covered him, "but do not fret. We will always lay in your heart, Maska. There will not be anywhere you explore that we won't be with you," she rubbed her head, "We love you, Alfred"

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"Alfred.......Alfred......Alfred....." the voice morphed from his loving sister, Vinland to his amazing brother, Canada, "Alfred! Please wake up!" Alfred shot up, seeing the faces of the worried G8 and company. Alfred rubbed his eyes and looked out his window to see the sunrise appear over the skyline.

"Hm, sorry? Am I late for a meeting?" Alfred yawned as he stretched. England, France, and Spain saw the glistening of dry tear stains on Alfred's cheeks.

"You git! You were crying and that's the first thing you ask?!" England yelled worriedly.

"Mijo! Why did you cry?! Are you ok?!" Spain nearly pounced onto Alfred, checking him over. France copied him and kissed Alfred's face.

"Mon petit lapin! (My little bunny) What is ze matter?! Please tell papa everyzing!"

"Guys I'm fine! I promise! I just had a nice dream!" Alfred tried to assure. The nations were still worried, but soon smiled.

"Vell! Are ve going out for jour birthday?!" Prussia asked excitedly. Alfred tilted his head.

"Huh?" Alfred asked.

"We-a were planning everything yesterday! We know it was-a yesterday, but today nobody has work! Let's a-go! Please hurry!"

All the nations left, except for Russia. He happily hugged Alfred and kissed his cheek.

"What was your dream about, sunflower?"

"A family that has been long-forgotten. I also ran into a few ancients. I know where you get your nose from," Alfred playfully bit his nose and ran off. Russia blinked before chuckled.

"You will regret that, da?" Alfred gulped and turned around quickly.

"AHHHH CANADA SAVE ME!!!!!!!" Alfred ran down the stairs, being chased by Russia playfully.

Needless to say, the sun that day shined a lot brighter. As all the ancients looked down upon their sweet America. They would always protect him, as would their wonderful children.