A/N: I do not own anything, not the pictures, not Hetalia. The only thing I own is the story line all rights go to the rightful owners also the chapters maybe short so I apologize for that. And the beginning may seem terrible and I'm truly sorry for that

America came to the world meeting just like he always did, although he was a little late because his boss had asked him to do something the following day and he only completed it that morning. But when entered the room where the other countries had gathered, to his surprise the meeting had already started. America walked over to England and sat down in the chair next to him, "Britain dude, why did the meeting already start?" He questioned only to be completely ignored.

The American furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he didn't understand why England was straight up ignoring him, he looked around the room to notice that nobody seemed to have noticed his entry, which only confused more. He then stood up and walked over to France, waving his hand in front of his face and got no response. Now concerned with what was going on, America went around the room trying to get the others see him.

After what seemed like forever of trying to get the countries to notice him, America began to panic, "Dudes! Hello?! Can't you see me I'm right here in front of your face!" He exclaimed.

As he was panicking, America looked at his hands to see them slowly disappearing, which made him panic even more. He shook his head vigorously with his eyes widened, "No! Stop it! I can't disappear! I'm the Hero, heroes don't disappear!" he exclaimed once more.

Just then America jolted awake looking around his room, eyes wide, and with sweat rolling down his face. His breathing was heavy as he closed his eyes in relief, sighing, "Oh thank goodness. It was only a dream."

America got up stretching, while also chuckling slightly from the nightmare, "I mean that could never happen, after all, I am the Hero." He stated to himself proudly.

The American got his clothes and went to take a shower, as to wash the sweat and hopefully get his mind off the dream he had. He then recalled that a world meeting was being held today, he had a few ideas he wanted to share with the other countries that he had come up with the following day, in preparation of the meeting.

After his hot shower, America got dressed and headed for the building where the meeting was being held.
Once he arrived, he then proceeded to walk into the building, seeing a few of the countries already there. America then advanced towards England who was the first person he noticed in the room.

"Britain dude, what's up." the American greeted.

England looked over to America and tilted his head slightly as if trying to remember something, after a few seconds he straightened his head and had an apologetic look on his face, "Hello, um.....I'm terribly sorry for asking this, but, who are you again?" He asked.

America's face fell as his former older brother asked the question. He shook his head, My dream isn't real.....it....can't come true, England's probably playing some prank on me. He thought to himself. America then made eye contact with the Brit, "Britain, dude...it's me, ya know...America." He explained slightly hopeful.

England's then got a look with the face of when you say, "Oohhhh that's right." Just as he then said, "Oh that's right, you're Canada's brother. Correct?"

America nodded hopefully, "Ya! I'm Canada's brother! Don't you remember me?" He asked once more.

England nodded, "Sorry about that, I guess it completely slipped my mind on who you were."

America shook his head, "It's fine."

As the meeting went on, America tried to pitch in with his ideas, but kept being ignored I guess this is how Canada feels when he comes to the meetings.... America thought to himself. He then sighed, giving up, so all he could do was sit and listen.
As the meeting dragged on, America realized how good Canada's propositions were. He made valid statements about the actual topic at hand, and put great ideas onto the table.

~Time skip to later~

America had gone home after the meeting trying to think what could have possibly happened to make him not be recognized by his fellow countries.
"Okay let's see.....I was out last night, did some stuff, and....that's it...." He told himself, "I saw Romania, but he couldn't have anything to do with this..." He reasoned with himself.

He continued to think about it for hours, when he finally came to one conclusion, he thought was still highly unlikely.

The American nodded, "My only clue is Romania.....I have to..... I have to go to his place and ask what's happening. He maybe the only person who knows......"

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A/N
Heyo! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my remake of my previous Hetalia fan fiction. I honestly am sorry for not getting this done sooner, it's just with school and ideas not being fresh, it was only until recently when ideas started coming back to me for this. So I hope you enjoyed and have a great day! Also sorry for it being so sort, I honestly know I can do better, but this is what it is for now. Anyway imma stop rambling now! Byeeee~!