What Nations Want (Part Three)

Hey guys. Sorry that this part took so long. Life got in the way, but here it is! Enjoy!

WARNING: Mature content. Implied/referenced sex and other mature stuff. Please read with caution.
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And a long meeting it was.

Meetings were bad enough without having the ability to read other nations' thoughts, but add said thought reading and you just get a major headache. America almost never gets headaches which lead to many jabs.

England once remarked that it was because his skull was so thick that he was immune to headaches and hangovers.

"I guess being pig headed comes in handy sometimes, doesn't it America?" That had earned England a room full of laughter and a punch to the face. All jokes aside, headaches and migraines are a bitch.

And they hurt even more when everyone seems to be yelling at the same time. Even the normally quiet nations are screaming internally. America honestly couldn't blame them for it though.

Meetings were often tedious and stressful at times and were known to be very tiring as well. But that knowledge didn't make his headache ease up in the slightest.

The blonde could feel Denmark's and Prussia's worried eyes on him. They were obviously concerned for him and it made America feel guilty. He couldn't just tell them what was going on. No, that would sound insane even for their trio.

"Are you sure that you're okay, Alfred?" Denmark's voice somehow managed to carry over all others as he voiced his concerns. And crap he was also using his human name.

Lifting his head up, America smiled softly at the Danish man. The American knew his expression probably looked one of pain, but he was more focused on trying to crush the worries of his friends.

"Yeah I'm fine. Just had a rough night is all." America hoped that would be enough. The last thing he needed right now was people butting into something that he needed to handle on his own.

Sadly, it wasn't enough. Denmark gently placed a hand on America's shoulder and squeezed.

'I hope he's okay. I know America tends to overwork himself and he gets by just fine, but I just want to make sure he's okay.'

'Bushy brows better not be giving him a hard time again.'

America couldn't help but let his smile grow into a grin. He was touched by how much Denmark and Prussia cared about his well being. The blue eyed nation let out a chuckle that sounded more like a giggle.

"I'm fine! You need to stop worrying or your hair is going to turn whiter than Gilbert's." America laughed as Prussia let out a squawk. "Excuse jou! My hair is awesome." The Prussian proclaimed rather loudly.

America winced as Prussia's loud voice kicked his headache into overdrive. It wasn't Prussia's fault. He didn't know that America was in nearly excruciating pain from being able to hear other people's thoughts.

"Sure, Gil, sure." Denmark patted Prussia on the back reassuringly. The red eyed man swatted away the hand with a huff. "Stop mocking me! It's so un-awesome." America would later claim that he saw his former teacher pout, but Prussia would wholeheartedly deny it.

'I know my hair looks awesome!'

America snorted. 'These two are hopeless' He thought to himself. The blonde wasn't sure if anyone could hear his thoughts like he could hear theirs. So far, no one gave any indication of that, but America wasn't willing to pass up the idea.

"EVERYONE QUIET!" Germany's sudden and loud voice forced the room into silence. Germany let out a sigh that could only be described as relief at the sight of the now quiet room.

'Finally. Some peace und quiet.'

"Now, ve have a lot to go through today, so we must get started." Germany ignored the groans his statement caused. The German pulled out a clipboard that no doubt held the roster for that day's meeting.

"First to present is Afghanistan." Said nation got up and America was already bored. At least now the room was somewhat quiet. Somewhat being the operative word.

America could hear everyone more clearly now, so he couldn't decide if it was worse than before.

'Why do I even need to be at this boring meeting anyway?'

'I hate the fact that I'm required to be here.'

'I want-a pasta.'

'I see no romance in the air! Time to create some love, no?'

America was a little worried about the last one with France. What did he mean by creating some love? You can't just create love! And god he hopes that it won't involve him.

All hopes of that disappear when France makes eye contact with him from across the table and winks. America immediately starts shaking his head no. No he didn't need France meddling in his non-existent love life.

However, America's silent protests only made a lecherous smirk stretch across the Frenchman's face. Great, just great. But then America watched as France's smirk slowly turned into a look of surprise.

The American tilted his head in curiosity. He was wondering what had happened, but didn't give it too much to it as he turned attention back to the nation that was presenting.

Little did he know that a certain Dane and Prussian had started glaring at France the moment they saw his smirk. Whatever the reason that France was smirking at America was probably in no way pure.

'I von't let zhat Frenchie corrupt my best friend.'

'France better keep his pervy hands off America.'

America resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "I can take care of myself, you two. But it's nice to see how much you care." America whispered to the two European.

They both turned towards him in shock, but America didn't see it since he was more focused on the presentation. Did..Did they say that out loud? No, neither of them did. So how did America...?

The wandering thoughts they were having about America were put to rest when Afghanistan finished his presentation and Albania was called to the front. The presentations were organized so that everyone would be going in alphabetical order.

That meant that America would be one of the last people to present and he was okay with that. He wasn't all too eager to stand on that podium and hear people insult his intelligence.

Knowing that it was going to be some time before he was presenting, America took out a piece of paper and started drawing. He just sketched out a basic rose and shaded it in with a pen.

'I wish I didn't feel this way about him'

America looked up when he heard Vietnam's voice fill his head. The Asian nation was sitting across from him with her family and as America looked up, he realized that she was looking at him.

America smiled and waved, but for some reason her face erupted into a blush and she looked away. The blonde blinked at that. Was something wrong? And feel this way about who?

Does Vietnam have feelings for someone? If so, good for her. Love is a beautiful thing. But she had been looking at him though. So if she was looking at him and thinking about her crush then that means..

Oh...OH. America, for what felt like the umpteenth time today, felt a blush invade his face. Vietnam has feelings for him. Oh god, when did that happen? Sure they're good friends despite their past with each other, but love?

That hadn't even begun to cross the younger nation's mind.

But he didn't know if he felt the same. Sure, Vietnam was a good ally and friend, however America had never thought of her as anything more. That was going to be an awkward conversation when the time came.

A couple hours passed and America still continued to hear everyone's thoughts.Turns out nations have some pretty nasty thoughts during meetings.

America learned about all of Hungary's yaoi fantasies (some of which involved him) and he's now more traumatized than he was before.

Apparently Turkey and Greece were friends with benefits and Turkey was thinking about how he could persuade Greece for a quickie in the hall closet. Prussia was still thinking about that threesome with him and Denmark too.

Why can't anyone have good thoughts at meetings?

America's saving grace finally came in the form of Germany. "It is time for lunch. Ve vill reconvene after this brief break." The German announced. Suddenly everyone's thoughts switched to lunch and what their plans were.

The American knew what he would be doing. What he always did at lunch, which was eating alone.

It sounds sad, but America really doesn't mind it. It'll be a nice change from the loud thoughts he's been hearing all day.

Just as America was exiting the meeting room, he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. The sudden contact caused America to abruptly stop and jerk back to see who had grabbed him so suddenly.

Italy smiled at him with a type of happiness America never knew could be directed at him. "America! You should come eat lunch with me and Germany." The Italian exclaimed enthusiastically.

Before America could even stop himself, he was already answering, "Why?". Why would want Italy have lunch with him? Sure America knew Italy was one of the kindest nations out there, but even this was a bit of a stretch.

"You always seem so lonely when you eat by yourself. So Germany and I thought that you should come eat with us! I made so much pasta." America turned his head to look over at Germany who was approaching with a microscope smile.

'I hope he says yes. Italien really vants to include him in more things.'

America looked back towards Italy with a smile. "That's really nice of you Italy, but I'm gonna have to say no." Italy's previously happy smile turned into a sad pout. "Why? We really want to eat with you!" Italy removed his arms from around America to tug at the younger's suit jacket.

"I just...." America couldn't actually come up with a reason. It would be easy enough to say that it was because America knew it wasn't real. No matter how nice someone is, even kindness has its limits. Especially for him.

A few nations had stopped and stared at the two countries. The blonde knew that Romano was one of them because America could feel the Southern Italian's glare. He was practically yelling at America to stay away from his little brother.

"I'm sorry. I just can't. See you back at the meeting." With that, America gently released Italy's hand from his arm and walked away. Italy watched him go, hand still in the air as if he was reaching for something. Or in this case someone.

The brunette desperately wanted America to join them. Seeing him sit alone all the time was gut wrenching. For someone with so many friends and allies, he's alone too much.

Germany was next to Italy placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's not jour fault." The German told him.

Italy either didn't hear Germany or just ignored as he watched America's slowly retreating form become smaller and smaller.
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America sighed in relief when he was finally out of the vicinity of the other nations. No more thoughts to hear. At least for now, that is. He would be presenting in the second half of the meeting and he could only imagine what everyone was going to think.

The blonde nation walked until he made it to the building's exit. He was quick to get out of the meeting building and started walking aimlessly down the street.

Food didn't seem like a good option right now since he was working on his weight. So the next best option would probably be just to wander around until the break is over.

The American wandered into a nearby park where he promptly sat down at a picnic table. The season was beginning to change into fall and the leaves were slowly changing colors. Orange, red, and yellow flew all around him as he took a deep breath of the fresh autumn air.

It was nice to be alone with no thoughts to hear. Finally some peace and—

'I wonder where I should sit?'

Crap.

America turned his head around to see Vietnam entering the park with a small container in her dainty hands. 'She must be looking for some place to eat.' America thought as he watched the Vietnamese woman survey the park.

As Vietnam looked around the park, eventually their eyes made contact. Vietnam smiled softly and America grinned. The Vietnamese nation quickly made her way towards the picnic table he was sitting at.

"Do you mind if I sit?" Vietnam asked, still smiling softly. "Nope. Be my guest." America replied. With that, Vietnam sat down at the table and opened her lunch container. She looked at him in confusion.

"Where's your lunch, Alfred?" Liên asked, frowning. "I'm not that hungry." He tells her, but she doesn't look convinced. "Liar. You shouldn't listen to whatever they say about you." Liên scolded him.

'You're perfect just the way you are'

Alfred made sure not to blush this time as he had already done it so many times today. "Whatever you say, Liên." Alfred said. He didn't really believe what she said, but he would play along to pacify her.

"Good. Now, share my lunch with me." Alfred's eyes widened behind his glasses. "Wha-" "Don't argue with me, Jones. Come sit next to me and we can share." Her tone left no room for argument.

Somewhat reluctantly, Alfred got up and sat down next to Liên. The Vietnamese woman opened the container she had been carrying to reveal brazed catfish with steamed vegetables and rice.

Alfred blinked, surprised at the delicious looking meal. "Did you make this?" He asked her and she blushed. "Yeah, China taught me how to cook when I was very young. Didn't England teach you?" Liên asked.

This made Alfred wince internally and he gained a downcast look. "Not really. He was never around long enough to teach me anything. I mean, he wasn't the worst parent in the world, but he's not winning any awards for it either." Alfred shrugged.

"But you learned, didn't you? I don't want to find out you've been surviving on frozen meals." Liên gave him a glare that said 'you better not be lying to me'. The American threw his hands up in surrender.

"Of course I learned! And no I don't eat frozen meals. Besides, it's probably a blessing in disguise. England was not a good cook back then. He's improved now, but I still don't trust him near my kitchen." Liên nodded in agreement and started cutting the catfish in half so they could both have a piece.

"Well, if you ever need cooking lessons, I'm available." She handed him a plastic fork and they began eating. The food was very delicious and Alfred complimented her on it multiple times.

This led to much blushing and stuttering out thank you's. For thirty minutes, Alfred forgot about everything. He forgot about all the stress his life brought upon him. The fact that he was able to hear other nations thoughts was forgotten too.

It all just seemed to melt away with Liên's presence.

'I wish this was a date'

But then he remembered. Alfred now has the ability to read other nations' thoughts and he needs to get rid of it. Like as soon as possible. The American doesn't want to go through the next millennia hearing about everyone's personal lives.

"I think it's time that we head back." Alfred said reluctantly. Liên looked sad to have to go back, but they both knew they had to. Packing up what was left of her lunch, Liên got up from the picnic table with Alfred.

"That was fun. We should do it again sometime." Alfred said, grinning. "I would like that." She said with the tiniest blush on her face. The blonde nationed smiled.

And with that they were off to the meeting building.
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Along the way they joked and told stories of kinds. Vietnam was happy to let the American babble on since she found it quite endearing.

They entered the building and quickly made their way up the floor where the meeting room was. The meeting room was teeming with nations who had just returned from lunch so America was instantly bombarded with thoughts.

'I wish lunch lasted longer'

'Hungary looks so sexy in that outfit'

'If I agree to those trading routes with China, then..'

Vietnam and America went their separate ways when the time came, but not without a small hug. This whole situation is making America reevaluate his feelings regarding Vietnam. Being in her presence, he began to develop a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest.

Despite their past together, they still managed to put everything behind them and become friends. But now America finds himself wanting more. And it terrifies him more than anything else in the world.

'Italy has been good today. I think he deserves a reward.'

America stopped in his tracks right as he passed Germany. 'Oh no, is he thinking about...sweet lady liberty' America felt yet another blush light up his face. He didn't have a problem with whatever kinks Germany and Italy had, but actually hearing it was a little weird.

The blonde carefully found a seat and sat down. At this point anyone could come and sit next to him, so America was a little nervous. He hoped that it would be someone who was nice to him.

The American really didn't feel like dealing with one of his enemies right now.

As fate would have it, Cuba just so happened to find a chair next to him. The Cuban gave him a look of disgust, but America just shrugged. "You're the one whose choosing to sit next to me, cousin." America pointed out.

Cuba growled. "Don't call me that. You and I aren't family." Cuba sat down and turned his chair so he was facing away from America.

'We haven't been family since you turned into a self-righteous capitalist.'

"I'm sorry." The words slipped out of his mouth before America could even comprehend it. Cuba turned around to face him, a look of surprise dotting his face. "For what?" The slightly younger nation raised an eyebrow at him.

America paled a little bit. He didn't mean to say that, but he did. Fuck.

"Nothing. I didn't say anything." America shook his head and started getting out some papers to busy himself with. "You're weird." Cuba told him before turning away once again.

The blue eyed nation let out a sigh of relief when his cousin turned away. He almost let his little secret slip. America couldn't have that since he is going to deal with the matter internally. It wouldn't be good to have someone finding out.

Time passed and slowly everyone returned. Germany called the meeting to attention by banging a gavel on the table. 'Since when did he have a gavel?' America thought as he watched Germany set it down.

"Now that ve have all returned from lunch, ve vill continue the presentations." Germany grabbed his clipboard again and started calling names. "First ve vill have Amerika then England vill go." America paled and winced at the same time.

"Nope. England can go first." He said immediately. America was immediately shot down. "Nien. Ve must go in order." America sighed in frustration. Why does Germany always have to be so by the book?

America reluctantly got up the folder containing the necessary papers in hand. As he walked down the way to the podium, insults now began to fill his mind.

'Ugh, I always hate America's presentations. I feel like I lose a few brain cells just hearing him speak.'

'Jesus this pig again? I'm surprised they haven't banned him from speaking at meetings.'

'He's so ugly. I can barely stand to look at him.'

'I would rather kill myself than listen to him rant about pointless stuff that only HE cares about.'

It seemed that people kept the more cruel insults to themselves. America thought that it was bad before, but it's even worse now that he can hear everything. Finally making it up to the podium, the American put down his papers and moved to speak but stopped himself.

'Sometimes I wish someone would take away his ability to speak.'

'He's lucky he's somewhat attractive, other than that, he doesn't have much going for him.'

'We would all be better off if he just went and killed himself. Spare us all the pain of another one of his idiotic speeches.'

The last one hit America really hard. Why did he even bother putting together a presentation if no one wanted to listen to him? So America did the only thing that seemed right at the moment.

He ripped up the papers that he had been carrying and dropped them on the floor. "Let's be honest. No one wants to hear me present so I'm just gonna spare you all that torture." America gave the now shocked world a pained grin.

"Since that's all I'm required to do, I'm just going to leave. See ya." With that America stepped down from the podium and made his way towards the door. No one said a word as America left the room.

"That bloody little..." England stood up and walked towards the door his brother just left out of. He gave no one time to argue as he exited the room and made his way down the hallway.

The Brit's footsteps echoed throughout the hallway causing it to sound like something akin to thunder. England began searching every empty room in the hallway for the missing nation.

The sound of crying drew him to the last room on his left. England resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He would deal with America's dramatics and then drag him back to the meeting.

Following the sound of sobbing, England came upon a door that was slightly ajar. The ex-empire opened the door all the way to see America sitting alone at the only table in the room.

His head was in his hands and he was sobbing. For the briefest second England felt a twinge of guilt. This was the boy he had raised and cared for like he was his own. This was the boy who would come crying to him because he was scared of lightning.

But that boy had now become a man and now had more responsibilities than England himself had ever had. That boy was gone.

"Must you always be so dramatic? Come on, get up." England made a half hearted attempt to pull America out of the chair he had been sitting in.

'This idiot is always making me chase after him.'

Annoyed and slightly pissed off, America's head shot up from his hands. "I didn't ask you to chase after me. If you don't want to see me go back to the meeting." America snapped at him.

The Brit recoiled in surprise when America snapped at him. "I didn't say anything, you imbecile. Please refrain from snapping at your elders." England turned his nose up at the younger nation.

The American did nothing but scoff at that. "Since when did I ever care if you were older than me? And it's not like anyone else in that room wants me there." America raised a hand to wipe the tears from his eyes.

His glasses had been carefully placed on the table and England found himself wanting to wipe those tears away himself. Just like he did when America was little.

'No! He isn't a child anymore and I shouldn't be having these instincts. He's a full grown man, not the child he used to be. Even though he acts like it more often than not.'

"You think that, but you don't stop treating me like I'm a kid. I am a full grown man and nation and you should learn to treat me like one." America looked away from England to look down at his hands.

England gained a look of confusion. "I didn't say anything." Those words caused America to freeze. No one else knew about this little curse America had found himself in and America needed to keep it that way.

"It's nothing. Just go back to the meeting." America grumbled. He was starting to get a little nervous about anyone else finding out about this. It could ruin him if anyone found out.

"No, it's not nothing. What's wrong?" England took a seat next to America and leaned in closely to observe the other nation. "What happened?" When America didn't answer, England gently grabbed his shoulder and turned him around to face him.

Sky blue eyes made contact with emerald green and England felt a sudden coldness run through him. He only got this feeling when he was around people who were or had been cursed.

Cursed. What if America had been cursed? Or maybe he had an enchantment placed upon him? Either way, England can feel magic energy coming off of America that wasn't there before.

"America, have you been cursed?" England inquired bluntly. America gasped and his face morphed into a look of surprise and confusion. "How did you-" "I'm a warlock, poppet. I can sense these things." England told him softly.

America didn't say anything as he processed what England had said.

Could all magic bearing nations sense that America had been cursed? America wasn't even sure that it was a curse. If that woman he encountered was his mom then why would she curse him?

"Can you tell me if anything has changed? I need to figure out what type of curse this is so I can help you." England whispers softly. America couldn't help but smile and laugh a little.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." America said. England gave him a smirk that would have scared any other nation, but not him.

"Despite my dashing good looks, I'm a very old nation and I've seen many things so try me." America shrugged and replied with, "Suit yourself." America readjusted himself and thought for a second.

Was he really going to tell England about this? There was no guarantee that England would believe him. And he could risk being labeled as a threat to international security.

But as he looked into England's eyes, America was reminded of the man who raised him. The man who wasn't there often, but was a good mentor when he was.

"Ok, but I have to know I can trust you. You can't tell anyone about this unless it's absolutely necessary and you can't judge me. I don't know what this is so please be nice." England was confused, but nodded.

Gathering up all the courage he could, America spoke.

"I don't know why, but I've been able to hear everyone's thoughts. It's like they're talking to me, but at the same time aren't even looking at me." England didn't look surprised though he wasn't straight faced either.

"So you've been able to hear human thoughts—" "No. It's actually only restricted to nations. I don't know why though." England nodded again before raising his hands to either side of America's head.

"I'm going to scan through your body to see if I can find out what kind of magic it is. I'll see if I can dispel it." England told him, determination sparkling in his eyes.

"Sounds kinda invasive, but ok. Work it, Magic Mike." America winked and England rolled his eyes. "I still don't know who that is." The American shrugged. The Brit took a deep breath as his eyes started glowing a dull blue.

They sat like that for a few minutes with England staring at America and his hands on the younger's head. That was until England felt a sudden and sharp pain run through his body. He took his hands off America's head to grip his own.

"Iggy?" America put his hand on the elder's shoulder, but he shook it off. "Are you okay?" England nodded slowly, putting his hands on the table. "Yes. I'm fine." Actually the pain had started going away the moment he got out of America's mind.

"That's some pretty strong magic." England comments, giving America a grimace. "Uh..sorry?" America said, looking a little sad at causing England pain.

"It's fine. It's just much stronger than I anticipated. I need help." The other blonde's eyes widened at this and he panicked. "No! Absolutely not! No one else can know about this!" England was already standing up when America grabbed his sleeve.

"Do you want this taken care of or not? I need Romania and Norway if we are going to figure this out." England sounded peeved and his tone held no room for arguing. The blue eyed nation didn't argue before he let go of England's sleeve.

The Brit wasted no time in leaving the room in pursuit of his magical trio friends.

America was left alone wondering if he had made the right decision.

And how it was going to impact the world he knew.
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