*yikes sorry this was late by like a day lol

America's eyes slowly fluttered open, he didn't know for how long he slept but god was it a good ass nap.. or sleep. He took his sweet time waking himself up, taking in the surroundings and realizing he was still on the plane. He blinked slowly as he turned his head towards the window seeing the bright sun shining outside.

America covered his face, specifically his eyes, as he reached desperately for his sunglasses. Maybe its sun sensitivity or just because his eyes are, well, his eyes. It took some time but once the familiar glasses found their place on his face, he looked outside again. He is now back in the United States of America, and should be landing soon. Hopefully!

He'd groan and stretch as he saw the "fasten your seatbelt" sign vaguely light up. He quickly did so and took another look at his phone, with nothing new or interesting. Although Illinois and Indiana had messaged him, he would respond later when he was not as occupied. Nothing new with Russia or his brothers, or any other country. It seems like when America gets back he will only have to deal with his responsibilities then go the fuck to sleep.

The country would take another big stretch as he relaxed into his seat more. Just waiting patiently for the plane to land, or begin to start landing. Because America was America, he didn't usually follow normal airplane rules. Minute that goddamn plane hit the ground he was out of his seat grabbing his things. And because he IS America he can do that, not like there is anyone on this plane to tell him no anyway. Not like they'd have the balls to say that to his face.

In all honesty, America spaced out until he felt the tires of the plane hit the ground. It was very bumpy, but he knew that wasn't Privates fault. He unfastened his seatbelt and got up to retrieve his backups that were sitting overhead. Sliding them both over his shoulders and grabbing his favorite duffle bag, he double checked to make sure he wasn't forgetting anything. He slid his phone into his pocket with the wired earbuds and was ready to go. Waiting patiently for the plane to come to a complete stop before making his merry way to the door of the plane. He held onto the area where you place your bags overhead just for a little more stability so he doesn't fly forward and bruise his perfect body anymore then it already has been.

The plane bounced a little bit as it went down the runway, making America jump a little bit with it. His eyes would widen a slight bit at the sudden movement, making him just the tiniest bit more awake. He could feel the plane drive itself down the runway now as it started to slow down at the speed planes usually do. The aircraft took no time at all to come to a complete stop that caused the country to once again get jolted forward.

Good for him he held on tight to the overhead storage because he would have fallen flat on his face if he didn't. He steadied his footing as he began walking to the door. As he was almost at the door he saw the familiar figure of his pilot walking out of the cockpit. America smiled at him brightly as Private opened the door, the crew below already putting in the stairs so they can both descend down.

America made his way down sleepily but happily. Smiling at all of the crew as they gave him their professional greetings. Private walked right behind him before stopping to talk with some of the crew, probably on some professional stuff that didn't concern America so he continued walking until some military men joined his side to guide him where to go. The soldiers were able to read their boss's mood and decided to stay quietly, with only small and simple commands to guide him on where he should be heading.

He can spot a car in the distance that he hoped would take him back home. Once they reached it, the soldier on his left opened the door for him as he slid his way inside. The two soldiers followed him into the back as they talked with the driver. The car was usually used for presidents to keep them extra safe when going out for drives. Spacious, kind of cozy. One of the soldiers turned to America and told him a simple report on what happened while he was gone.

"Your states in the Midwest had some stuff they wanted to address with you, otherwise everything else has been taken care of sir."

America placed his backpacks near his feet, duffle bag placed delicately in his lap as he opened his mouth to respond.

"Yea, I heard. Thank you for the report. Anything else I gotta do today or am I going straight home?" America replied lazily, leaning his head back so it was looking at the reinforced cars ceiling. He felt his phone buzz a bit as he pushed up his sunglasses while waiting for any type of response.

"No sir, your arrival today has thrown everyone off guard. So, if anything, you'll have stuff tomorrow. We are taking you straight back to your house in New York." The other soldier said with a bit of glee in his voice. America loved how his soldiers were comfortable around him. While staying professional, of course, otherwise many other people who work under the country would get a little more than just pissed. America let his face form a slight smirk before sighing with relief.

"Thank god, if I had anything to do today I'd fly back to Britain all by myself." The soldiers and driver let out a small chuckle before conversing amongst themselves. America reached for the phone in his pocket and, while his head was still lodged into looking upwards, placed the phone in his hands right above his face. Turning it on and immediately turning the brightness all the way down he decided to check the group chats once again.

Nothing special, atleast to him, and no Russia. Sadly.. what else was he going to do now? The groupchat with his brothers was semi-active, and the Midwestern States group chat was as well. America decided what the fuck else was he supposed to do? So he opened it up to see, low and behold, Illinois and Indiana were arguing. Iowa, Michigan and Ohio were also active and were egging on their argument. Michigan and Ohio were always the trouble ones out of his bunch of Midwestern states. Telling the two neighboring states things like "ohhhh bro he totally got u there" and "me? personally? wouldnt take that kinda disrespect."

America watched as the two states verbally argued and the other three sat back and enjoyed their useless fighting. Illinois brought up something about Indiana's useless state laws, and Indiana fired back with one of Illinois's stupid ones. Really, it was the stupidest argument. America was glad his full grown kids couldn't see that he was online watching this unfold. He watched them argue until he repositioned himself, his neck was getting awfully tired, and saw the building they were approaching. The building in which he resided. America lived in a small penthouse like apartment in New York. America absolutely despised and refused the idea of living anywhere near the White House, his place of work, so everyone agreed on New York.

Most people he's talked with and he has personally brought to his home were quite surprised he didn't buy a huge luxury house, which America always explained that he liked the look of this house better and liked being in a smaller space. Living in that palace in his childhood made the country hate being in large rooms or even bigger buildings with even more rooms.

America grabbed his things rather quickly, pocketing his phone in the process. He said thank you to the soldiers that escorted him all this way, they all said their "your welcomes" in return. When America got out, one of them did follow him to the door just to be extra safe. The country reached in his duffle bag for the key to the building, unlocking the door and saying thank you once more before violently shutting it behind him and making his way to the stairs. Because it was a penthouse, it was located on the very top of the building. The building's elevator was also down for maintenance, but that's ok.. America wanted to get in some cardio before bed anyway..

The journey up the various flights of stairs left the country out of breath, embarrassingly. But once he saw the familiar door he nearly ran right into it. Fumbling with his keys a few times before unlocking it with no hesitation, he walked inside and slammed the door behind him. Throwing his bags down, he ran over to his couch and basically jumped right onto it. God, he missed his house so much. It was way more "homey", but he thinks that's normal because of the house.

He hates that god forsaken palace. God, everytime he thinks about that palace he just remembers everything he hates about it. The outdated decor, the workers, how much space is it, how over the top it is, the smell, the food, the people, literally EVERYTHING and ANYTHING in that fucking palace is on this Americans most hated list.

America grabbed one of the many throw pillows on his typical sized couch, just a bit bigger than what'd a normal family would have, and shoved his face into it. Feeling his sunglasses press further onto his face and imprint an outline, he quickly picked up his head and threw them gently off to the side. Then, shoving his head once again into the pillow. He wanted to scream and go the fuck to sleep. He hated thinking about his past life, trauma!

He's come to terms with it that he has some kind of underlying trauma, but like, no big deal right? He's America, he's THE United States of America, he's THE North America. Nothing phases him, no matter how severe. All this thinking made the country close his eyes tight, then relax, as he thought about more happy things! Yup, nothing phases him! And soonly after these thoughts of joy, the country fell into a deep, much needed, sleep.

**enough fucking filler its timeskip time baby!**

America stood in his bedroom right in front of his body sized mirror, putting different ties up to his chest to see what would fit better. Today is the meeting, and boy was America not excited to go! Just because of the events from yesterday, he didn't want to deal with anything. Didn't want to deal with anyone, either. All this week he had just been helping people with their issues and hearing them bitch and whine about useless shit that could've been brought to anyone else, or it's out of his goddamn control.

Some people, although, couldn't get that fact behind their skull. Even that stupid drama in the midwest kind of pissed him off, like he was their dad when they were still so small and young. It wasn't too unbearable, thank god, and was very easy to fix with a small and pleasant conversation.

The country put another tie up to his chest that had his flag on it, is he feeling really patriotic today? Maybe.. or does he want to keep it on the down low with a simple dark navy blue tie with small white stars on them? Or just the normal black tie. America decided that the navy tie was probably better and threw it on his bed and he lazily buttoned up his white button-up collar shirt. He didn't button it up all the way, leaving the top two buttons undone for some comfort and style. Then grabbing the tie again and tying it onto the collar, but leaving it low hanging and loose to match the energy he put in with his shirt.

He wasn't going to be professional as he was wearing black jeans, the ones he usually wears, and his combat boots. Also accompanying him was his favorite black zipper up sweatshirt, left unzippered of course, and his sunglasses. He needed to keep his brand of being America and preferred to look more like this anyway. Not going all out on a nice suit and shoes is just too much work.

He grabbed some random belt and quickly put it on, and put in some black stud earrings. He grabbed his dog tags and also threw them on as well. Flipping down his sunglasses onto his face he took one last look at himself in the mirror. Good, everything looks nice. Great outfit today! He grabbed the little black messenger bag he uses and threw all the stuff he needed inside. Phone, keys, any government related documents his government wanted him to bring up in the meeting, all the usual shit. He did some finishing touches to his hair before leaving, slinging the bag on his shoulder and hurring out his room. He didn't even have time to tie his combat boots all the way. The boots being tight on his feet but the laces hit the sides of his boots with every step he took.

Sprinting down the stairs and out the door he realized, who was he to rush? He was within a few blocks of the building so he can just walk and blame it on traffic. Some countries were late anyway so Mister. "Big Scary Nato"(nickname dubbed by America himself) made sure the meetings started at least 10 minutes off schedule. America started his walk, clutching his bag close to his side. It was the middle of autumn, the chilly air of the city below had everyone in coats and hats. Today wasn't a sunny day, but this country didn't seem to mind that. America walked down the streets of New York with his iconic sunglasses adorned on his face. Taking in the nice autumn weather, for it being the city, and walked with confidence as he got ever so closer to the NATO building.

Today this meeting with the fellow NATO members would be quite a boring one, America could care less about them. He only went for the fun of being able to tease his favorite member, Russia. Russia... boy was America excited to tease the absolute fuck out of him. And to also hopefully have a meaningful conversation along the way. They both act like they hate each other but deep down inside they both know that they like each other's conversations and really really love each other's company. They just click like that, like they were a perfect pairing since they first met.

They can relate on many different things, even if they are from each other's completely different cultures, and liked to learn about the other ones culture. Russia was always fascinated in the American culture, because all his life he was fed these lies that they were super super evil. And America, shockingly, liked learning about new cultures. When he was fostering Germany for some time, he took time out of his extremely busy day to learn about Germans, their language, and their culture to try and make the kid feel more at home.

America's reminiscing led him straight in front of the NATO building, taking a deep sigh, opening and walking through the doors. Making his way to the desk, he always took in the atmosphere of the building. It was... pretty sick honestly. America walked up to the sweet looking lady at the desk and pulled out his specialized I.D. pin and flipped his sunglasses to the top of his head to reveal his eyes. Many people knew the country by his extremely unique eyes, when was the last time someone had a blue AND red eye?! The woman smiled and let him on through, America walked through saying a small thank you before making his way to the meeting room. He was quick about it, but once seeing the familiar meeting place was in his view he walked extremely slower. Bracing himself for every country that hated him, his parents, his "friends", his actual friends, and NATO himself.

Before he knew it, he was right in front of the door. He opened it slowly and walked in, gripping onto his bag as he went to sit. He was sat between Canada and Germany. The seating chart was very weird honestly. And right across him was the tri-colored slavic country, Russia. America sat down, placing his bag in his lap. Germany was here, no sight of his brothers or Russia yet. On the way to his seat, the younger country gave his adoptive father a small smile before continuing his discussion with Japan. Once America sat down and got settled, he did a little eavesdropping.

"Are you sure you're going to be OK, Japan? You seem really out of it." Germany would ask, concern lacing his voice. Germany and Japan were sort of friends, the two countries being so overtaken with work to not really do any friendship activities. So, these NATO meetings were a breath of fresh air for both of them.. until they actually started the meeting.

Japan and Germany were always super overrun with work, Germany dealing a lot with NATO paperwork and European paperwork as well. Japan was the same, except he dealt with a ton of Asian and Middle Eastern paperwork that concerned NATO. Nevertheless, both countries were overworked and underpaid. Dark circles, slightly wrinkled clothing, three cups of coffee sitting on the table in front of them, it was very obviously clear. America always felt bad giving them the required paperwork that he was forced to bring to each NATO meeting, so he tried to memorize what would be a concern to NATO to make their jobs as easier as he possibly could.

"I'm fine Germany, how about yourself? You don't look any better than what I probably look like." Japan asked, looking at Germany as he put his head in his hands.

"It's too bright in here, hope to god it isn't that much work."

"Mmh, that'd be nice.."

America licked his lips before speaking up, wanting to join this conversation. But, he'd make it relevant to theirs so he wasn't really intruding or interrupting anything.

"Hey Germany, Japan. Y'all both look shitty. Hope y'all ain't getting that overworked." America stated, rolling his chair to sort of sit between the two countries. But still giving them their space, of course! Germany's head perked up to the sound of the sudden noise and smiled once he saw the familiar American, Japans expression changing not so much.

"Ah, Guten tag. How've you been since our last conversation, Ame?" Germany asked, his mood obviously perking up into more of a cheery one. America smiled back at him while Japan watched on in his own solitude.

"Pretty good, Spatzi! Hope you aren't getting too overrun, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on y'alls conversations here, but I wanted to state that official report bullshit I usually do to make life easier for you both." America smiled while Germany's face was dusted with a faint blush. American has been calling Germany Spatzi since he was a little kid, the word meaning "Sparrow", because for whatever reason kid Germany loved sparrows.

"Sure, go right ahead. We should have the time."

And so, America told the two overworked countries in front of him his report. All of the bad shit that would concern NATO, and good news too. He pulled out the paperwork to explain it in further detail, pointing and commenting on certain things like the CEO of a company. Germany and Japan listened and watched on, taking a mental note of everything the egotistical country said. Always adding little comments to boost his ego, but that's just America for you.

All three of them smiled as they continued talking, the meeting should start very soon. More countries walked into the meeting room and took their seats. Some keep to themselves and some go to talk to their closest allies and friends. America noticed that, as Canada and Ukraine were speaking with each other.

But, there was a distinct lack of the only country America had wanted to see during this meeting. Russia. Where the fuck was he? He took one look around the room and yep, still no Russia. The country excused himself from the conversation between Germany and Japan as he made his way over to his brother and his soon to be boyfriend.

"Yo Cana, hello Ukraine." America said nonchalantly towards the two countries that were not just definitely not flirting with each other.

"Yo Ame, what's up??" Canada said, standing up to give his bro a nice big hug. Ukraine nodded his head at Americas greeting, that country was a hard one to crack honestly. No one knows how Canada did it. America reciprocated the hug and gave Canada a quick fist bump before letting go and speaking again.

"Haha good man! Sorry to intrude on this, like, very important conversation going on here! I had a question for Ukraine, y'know. Brother to brother, but not like blood brothers." Ukraine glared at the American, knowing where the conversation was going. Canada sat back down right next to Ukraine as he waited for any of the countries to respond.

"It's about Russia, huh?" Ukraine said straight faced.

"Uh, yea. Don't y'all come together because your... siblings or something...? Why ain't he here yet, man?" This made America chuckle to try and ease the tension, which did not help.

"You're correct, although I don't know where that fucker ran off too." Ukraine stated, well like himself. Keeping calm and under control, with his words laced with bitterness.

"Uh, alright. Didn't mean to offend you dude. I was just curious." America turned his head back towards Germany, then back to the door to the meeting office, then back to Ukraine. Yep, Ukraine was still pissed. Dumbass sibling drama.

"No, no. I understand, considering the relationship between you two. Don't worry, he will show himself sooner or later." Ukraine smirked, smug bastard. Canada and him both chuckled as America made his exit swiftly. Leaving the two of them to go back to his seat. Meeting should start soon anyway.. right?

As America sat back down, his chair back in the correct spot it was in originally, the meeting door flung open. And an angry looking Russian man walked in with the man of the hour, NATO, right behind him. Everyone quickly scattered back to their seats as America watched Russia intently as he sat right in front of him. Giving him a quick playful smile, Russia glared daggers back at the familiar face.

"Hello, everyone." NATO spoke, the soft and angelic like voice echoing through the room. Everyone stood up as they also said their greetings, sitting back down as quickly as they stood.

"Now, let this meeting commence." And, once NATO stated those words, Germany and Japan sighed. Now, they got down to business.

America could care less, in fact, could give less then a shit about this meeting. He kept glancing over at Russia, smirking everytime they made eye contact. At anytime NATO mentioned something relating Russia, or just because he felt like it. Hopefully this pissed off Russia more, and it'd be kinda funny if he popped a blood vessel.

America continued to tease Russia throughout the entire meeting. Giggling and chuckling quietly when Russia gave him the reaction he wanted. Russia mouthed some threats in Russian towards him, and glared at him. Almost in a way that he was trying to communicate that once they got out of this building he was going to strangle him. Canada would sometimes kick Americas shin under the table, as a signal to "fucking stop that you childish prick" but like America would listen. And so, the entire meeting was just the two countries teasing and basically making fun of each other. With someone, only Canada noticing their shenanigans. Or maybe he was the only one who cared, oh well.

The meeting didn't feel like it took AGES like it always did, with it coming to a swift and decisive conclusion. America didn't bother listening to what NATO said about what will be done in between current conflicts, but something was definitely going to change, hopefully. Every country stood up and said their thank yous, and began to make their way out. Some stay behind to meet with other countries and to chat, or to make plans. The group chat consisting of the European countries and the two North American brothers had a plan tonight, to hit up a local high end club. America slung his bag over his shoulder as he made his way to the otherside of the table.

"Yo Russia!" The very American voice echoed in the meeting room. Russia turned his head towards the country, and sighed extremely loudly.

"What."

"Damn, what happened to hi or hello? You're acting like I just killed your family."

"Well, technically you did-"

"ANYWAYS! ENOUGH OF THAT! I was gonna ask if you're tagging along with everyone tonight. Y'know, it's like, a really nice club. And it's all on me, so.." America said, with a big smile on his face. But was also trying to hold back laughter, oops! Didn't mean to make a dead dad joke so soon! He could hear many of the European countries laughing in the background at the accidental joke. Russia smirked a little.

"Oh, I see. All on you, huh? And you're inviting a lot of European countries along, did you hit your head or something?" Russia turned his chair towards the American, now facing him. Leaning back and crossing his legs, he made eye contact with him behind his sunglasses. His once smirk turned into a devious smile.

"Erm.. yeah? It wasn't my idea, but it'll get the group together. I'm gonna take that smile as a 'OMG! America, yes! Please take me along!!!' type of yes. You gotta have a weird way with words Russia." America's impersonation of a valley girl made him chuckle, as he watched Russia tsk a little.

"Yea, but what if I don't go? What's in it for me?"

"Damn, ain't everything has a dark evil side you fucking emo. You're getting free alcohol and get to spend time with mwa!"

"I guess that's the fucking catch huh? Spending time with my oh so favorite person to grace god's green graceful earth!"

"Mhm! Pretty much! And you also get to catch a ride with me! Ain't that so exciting?!"

"Sure, fine. I'll go. Can't wait." Russia's voice was full of fake enthusiasm and sarcasm, but it didn't matter. Now that the fucking meeting was over, it's time for the after party baby!!