Hey guys! Here's the final part of America's first world meeting. Enjoy! WARNING: I don't know what to put so I'm just gonna say mature content.
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The room was big with an elegant crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Chatter filled every corner of the room causing loud booming voices and quiet meek ones alike to bounce off the walls. America gazed out in wonder at the different nations that sat or stood throughout the room. He only knew a handful of nations so most of the figures in the room were unfamiliar to him.

"Ah, Denmark and Prussia are back."

A calm, collected voice pulled America from his thoughts and he turned his head in the direction of the voice. An older man with light blonde hair and violet eyes approached them with a smile though America could tell it was directed at Sweden more than the rest of them. "Good job on finding them, Sweden." The man praised patting Sweden's shoulder as a sign of affection. The Swede blushed lightly at the man's praise before grunting and speaking.

"Found...somethin' else...." Sweden's words brought a look of confusion onto the man's face. "Found something else? What is it?" He asked curiously. Sweden didn't say anything more he just pointed towards America causing the man's attention to divert towards him. His eyes widened when he made contact with familiar sky blue eyes and golden amber locks. A face that resembled his own stared back at him with curiosity and confusion.

There was only one nation that could have those eyes and Finland hadn't seen him in centuries. When the realization finally hit him, Finland couldn't help but run over to America and throw his arms around the taller nation. America almost fell down from the impact force of the hug but was able to keep his balance. "Oh my god... it's really you.." He sobbed holding the tanned nation close to him. America blinked a confusion washing over him.

"Uh who're you? And why're you hugging me?" The American asked. Before the sobbing man could answer, Prussia already stepped in to do it for him. "Zhat is Finnland." Prussia pointed down at said nation who had removed his head from where he had been crying on America's shirt. "Finland?" The name rolled off his tongue like Sweden's did when he saw him again. It was then he remembered who was holding him.

A bright grin graced America's face as he looked into the eyes of the Finnish man. "It's been awhile, hasn't it?" America said smiling down at Finland. Finland felt more tears flow from his eyes at seeing his baby's smile. Yes, his baby. Well his and Sweden's. They were the first ones to find him. They were the first ones to colonize. So by default that makes them America's birth parents, right?

"Alright, I'm confused. Who exactly is—" Turkey's question was interrupted by a sudden exclamation of "Amerique!!". Before America could process what was happening, he was being spun out of Finland's arms and into the hands of one French nation. France smirked at the shocked look on America's face purring as his long arms wrapped around the American's surprisingly muscular body.

America's look of shock soon melted into a bright smile. "France! How long's it been dude?" America asked grinning at the smirking Frenchman. "Far too long, mon petit lapin~." France purred his arms snaking around the oblivious American who laughed boisterously. "You've always been so touchy-feely, Franny. I don't get—" America stopped talking when Finland yanked him from France's arms like France had so rudely done before.

"Stay away from my son, you perv." The Finnish man growled holding the tall American close to him. "Aw come on, Finny. Don't be like zhat—" France started walking towards the glaring Finnish nation and stunned American nation when a broad figure stepped in front of them. France looked confidently up only to flinch when he made eye contact with burning eyes.

"H..Hello, Sweden. Nice weather ve are having?" France stumbled starting to regret not waiting until America was alone to make his move. "Sweden." The Swede's gaze turned towards turned to a certain stone faced Norwegian. "Who is this?" He emphasized his point by pointing a finger at America who was still trapped in Finland's arms. "America..." Sweden answered turning back to glare at France like nothing had happened much to the French nation's dismay.

The other nations must have heard Sweden say the younger nation's name because nearly everyone's jaws dropped to the floor. "That's America?!" Belgium exclaimed her green eyes going over to where America was freeing himself from Finland's protective grasp. "Ja." Prussia said resting his arm on Denmark's shoulder. "He's..." Belgium knew there was only one word to describe America. "...absolutely beautiful." She couldn't help saying. Eyes snapped towards him in surprise but the Belgian was too transfixed to notice.

Her eyes were too busy staring in wonder at golden silk like hair and beautiful eyes that would put the worlds most precious gems to shame. This is America? If Belgium remembered correctly, her brother had a small colony somewhere in America before he had to leave. So that makes Netherlands his brother and Belgium his sister! Excited by this new revelation, Belgium skipped towards Netherlands who was counting money and not paying attention to the situation.

"Brother! Let's go introduce ourselves to our youngest brother!" She yelled grabbing the surprised Dutch man and pulling him towards where America was trying to calm Finland and Sweden down. "I was counting my money.." The Dutch nation frowned as he was pulled by the arm by a grinning Belgium. She managed to grab Luxenberg on her way pulling him by the arm as well.

They approached America trying to calm down Sweden and Finland from attacking France for 'behaving inappropriately'. "Dudes. Nothings wrong, that's just how France shows affection. He doesn't mean anything bad by it." America defended the Frenchman smiling brightly at them. Finland felt all anger towards France leaving when he saw America smile. America just had a really calming smile that suited him rather well.

"Finland! Sweden! Don't hog him." A female voice broke into the moment. America turned to see a woman with brown hair and green eyes dragging two men along with her. She stopped in front of him smiling. "Hello there! My name is Belgium and these are my two brother, Netherlands and Luxenberg. Oh my waffles you're so adorable!" America's eyes widened when Belgium suddenly grabbed his cheeks and started smooshing his face.

"Mmmpphh!" America tried to speak but failed as his face was being squashed. Denmark, seeing America literally couldn't speak for himself, stepped in and pried the Belgian's hands off the younger nation's face. "Relax Belgium. I know the kid is cute but we don't want hurt him." Denmark told Belgium who noticed America was running his now sore and red cheeks. "Sorry." She apologized looking down at her feet guilty.

America grinned patting her on the head gently. "It's fine, dudette. Just warn me before you do something like that, ok?" America said smiling at the Belgian woman. Belgium felt a blush rise to her face and soon she was similar to one of Spain's tomatoes. "O..Ok." Belgium stuttered out hands going to her face to try and fail to cover her ever growing blush. America took his hand off her head (much to her relief and disappointment) before turning to look at Netherlands and Luxembourg.

"Nice to meet you two! My name's America." America introduced himself sticking his hand out for the two Europeans to shake. They shook hands and introduced themselves too. "My name is Netherlands." The Dutch man said stoned faced as ever. "And I am Luxembourg." He said as well. "It's nice to meet you guys." America said grinning softly. Netherlands and Luxembourg felt small blush come onto their own faces. Why did this kid's smile make them feel so weird?

"Well there's more introduction to do but we need to get this meeting started." Denmark interrupted pulling America away from the group and towards an empty seat. "Since when do you care about starting a meeting?" Norway raised an eyebrow suspicious of Denmark's actions. Denmark laughed looking like the cat that swallowed the canary. "Ho, Ho. You don't get it, do you? This is America's first world meeting so I think we should all present so he can get to know us better, you get me?"  Denmark explained gesturing to America who blushed at all the attention directed at him.

"When did you get so smart?" Turkey teased snickering. "I've always been smart!" Denmark pouted. "Could've fool me." Prussia added dodging the punch his best friend threw his way. "Enough!" Germany finally, after watching everything, rose from his seat and shouted. Everyone stopped talking and went to their seats. America was sat next to a very tall nation that had a scarf around his neck even though the weather was moderately warm.

"Hi!" America greeted waving at the taller nation causing him to look down at the blonde surprised. "Y..You are not scared of me?" He asked looking down at the American with widened violet eyes. America tilted his head confused at what the nation was trying to say. "Why would I be scared of you? You don't look scary. Also my name's America. It's nice to meet you—sorry I didn't get your name." Russia's eyes widened more when the blonde said he wasn't scary.

It was the first time someone besides his sisters said he wasn't scary. It took all Russia had to not hug the living daylights out of America's. "Hello? Are you okay?" America's voice drew him out of his thoughts. "M..My name is Russia." He said playing with the end of his scarf nervously. He wasn't used to making conversation with someone other than his family so talking to America was a bit scary to him. "Russia, huh? That's a cool name." America said turning his attention away from the Russian to look at Denmark who had just started the meeting.

Russia couldn't help but continue to look at the blonde American sitting beside him. A nation who actually looked him in the eyes when he spoke to them? Russia thinks he could get used to this. Unbeknownst to America or Russia, half of the room was staring at them with widened eyes. America wasn't scared of Russia? Well I'll be damned.

One by one every nation presented and introduced themselves and their countries to America. America was happy to get to know everyone so he never stopped smiling. His smile was similar to Spain's own bright look. Most expected America to look like a combination of France and England but he actually looks like a combination of different nations. He has Finland's face, Sweden's height, Spain's smile and skin tone (sort of), France's bright eyes, and a bjj in much of other stuff that could be associated with different European countries.

Finally the time came for America to present.

America stood up from his seat walking nervously towards the podium. His country was still young in the eyes of these old European powers so to say he is nervous would be understatement of the century. America could feel their eyes on him like vultures. He finally arrived at the podium stepping up to look out at the unknown world with wary eyes.

"M...My name is the United States of America. I gained my independence from the British empire nearly sixty years ago. My counties has many rights including the right to free speech and the right to vote." America started speaking. He started to feel confident when the nations around him perked up when he said the right to free speech. "Freedom of speech? Aren't you worried about an uprising?" Turkey asked chin in one of his palms.

America shook his head at the Turk's question. "No. When I was under England's rule, I was never able to speak about what I wanted for my country or my people. After I won my independence from him I promised myself I would never let him or anyone else silence me and my people ever again." America proclaimed a serious look crossing his face. Before anyone could reply or react to America's statement, the doors to the meeting room flew open.

"Terribly sorry I'm late, chaps." A certain British nation apologized walking into the room but stopped once he saw America standing at the podium. England's gaze turned icy when he made eye contact with America who mirrored his expression. "What are you doing here?" England growled clearly pissed off that America had decided to attend a world meeting. "I'm a nation. I have a right to be here." America retorted crossing his arms defiantly.

"The bloody hell you do. Who let him in here?" England asked glaring out at his fellow European countries. "He's a nation now, England. Not one of jour little colonies anymore." Prussia smirked leaning back in his chair looking amused. "That's right. You can't control him anymore." Denmark added his smirk mirroring Prussia's. "To hell with all of you! America get down from there this instant or else." The Brit threatened gaining a chuckle from said American.

"Or else what? You'll hit me? I'm not scared of you anymore, England. You may be able to intimidate Australia or Canada but not me. Not anymore." America stepped down from the podium to stand before England. Their height differences became more prominent with each step America took. England's emerald eyes widened at America's sharp words. America finally stood in front of England seemingly a foot taller than the British nation.

"So what's it gonna be, Iggy?" America asked icy blue eyes glaring down into England's soul. England felt rage boil inside of him. How dare this brat talk down to him? How dare he think that he won anymore by dumb luck? Before England could stop himself, his hand was already pulling back and swinging towards America's face. America grabbed England's wrist before he could lay a hand on him.

Using the hand holding England's wrist, America flipped the British nation over twisting his arm until he heard a sickening POP!. England's screams filled the room causing some of the more innocent nations to cover their ears. "I don't regret teaching him zhat move." Prussia declared watching as England scampered away from America holding his limp arm pitifully. America seemed satisfied with England's now broken arm and made his way back to the podium.

Many nations were staring agape at what had just happened. Did America, a former colony who hadn't even been on his own for more than a century, just break an empire's arm? All heads turned towards the podium when America cleared his throat. "Sorry about that. I just don't like it when that piece of trash thinks it's ok hit his children." America said simply. "I'm not going to be the last one, you know." America's words confused them.

"What do you mean you're not to be the last one?" Spain inquired. "I mean I won't be the last one to want freedom. Your colonies, territories, and everyone else in between. They won't be content just being under your thumbs their entire lives. They'll want more rights and if you don't give it to them, then they'll take them. Like I took my rights from old brushy brows there." America emphasized his point by jabbing a thumb where England was sulking in the corner.

"That's all for now. Thank you for listening." America smiled before stepping down from the podium and making his way back to his seat. Even after America sat down an uncomfortable silence took over the meeting room. Finally Denmark stood up concluding the meeting. America stood up from his seat happily making conversation with Russia surprising the Russian even further.

Usually no one wanted to talk to him unless it was about business. So America talking to him was nice. Some of the empires in the room were looking between where England was still in the corner and where America was conversing with Russia of all nations. America may be all happy and smiles now but most had a feeling he would be more than just a mere colony. Many questions lingered on their minds.

Was America right about their territories and colonies wanting freedom? And if so what does that mean for them? But the more important question was...

Who will this kid become?
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Hey guys! Any thoughts to share?