Okay, guys I'm going out on a limb and writing this I hope this works. I'll still be doing updates for Can't Smile but those will probably be weekly or bi-weekly updates.

I'm very excited about this! It's based on an amazing Star Trek: 2009 fanfic called "Guilty Until Proven Innocent". It's amazing! I highly recommended it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. It belongs to its respective owner whose name I don't know how to spell. :)

Chapter 1

It wouldn't come off.

No matter how hard America scrubbed he couldn't feel clean. He couldn't wash off the pain, the touches.

He was unclean.

He stepped out of the shower still feeling dirty and reluctantly dried himself. He had left most of his things at England's room after being kicked out. He wasn't allowed back. Ever.

He wasn't even given the chance to explain. England's face said everything. The disgust, disappointment, sadness.

"Leave."

"Arthur, please-"

"Leave, America"

The cold in his green eyes were hard and distant lacking all the love that he'd seen before. There was nothing there.

He put on a stiff suit, he would have never worn before and his bomber jacket, one of the few things he'd been able to grab from his room.

'Meeting America,' he thought to himself, 'There's a world meeting and it about to start soon.'

So he reluctantly forced himself out of the bathroom. He looked out longingly at his bed. He wanted nothing more but curl up there and die. Everyone would know by now.

He entered the meeting room and gravitated to his normal seat. Others were looking at him and whispering.

"Cheated on England."

"Man whore."

"… caught in someone's room…."

He bit his lip and decided to not think about it. He looked at seating arrangements. England and France, who normally sat next to him, were moved to the opposite side of the table. The only other person who was going to sit with was Canada who was still in his home country dealing with personal matters.

He fidgeted with his hands and looked down at his papers. He was used to dealing with attention. It was kind of expected being a world superpower and everything, but the attention and hatred towards him had never been this strong before.

"Attention!" Germany yelled over the unusually quiet murmur of chatter. "We have a meeting to begin. Would you all take your seats?"

Nations dispersed to their normal seat most shooting him distrustful looks and wary glances.

France and China were out right glaring at him. He could feel the heat of the hard stares and fought back the urge to shudder at the sight of them.

Russia and Japan completely ignored him, not even bothering to acknowledge him as if he were invisible. Kind of how Canada was sometimes.

Reactions from other nations varied from dangerous glares (Hungary, Prussia, Austria, and a few others) to completely ignoring (Majority of the others). There was only Italy and Lichtenstein who appeared to be uncomfortable.

Germany took the liberty of beginning the meeting. He motioned to Switzerland to begin his presentation on the world's current banking structure.

The Swiss man straightened his tie and went to stand at the podium. He then began his presentation.

Alfred fidgeted in his seat. He could feel Vash's hard, colder than usual stare. It seemed to be asking all the unsaid and unheard questions.

How could you?

He loved you?

Did you even love him?

He knew that the others had given up on even paying attention to the meeting were focusing on him. Everyone except England who seemed set on never laying eyes on him again.

And that in itself killed him.

The silent hatred his lover gave was enough to say what he really wanted.

I hate you and I never want to see or speak with you again. Alfred, I thought you loved me?

He did.

He loved England more than he loved anyone before. His love was different than his first love, Amelia. She had been hard to tame, a free spirit that even he couldn't tame. And besides, she found love elsewhere.

Loving England had been like sailing. Some days the sailing was smooth with sunny skies and not a cloud in sight. Other days it like sailing through a storm. The waves would hit the ship and splash over deck. You might be blown off course and lost. Or if you were lucky you would brave the storm and be able to stay on the path.

It hadn't been easy loving England but that's why he loved it.

But now it gone and no one clearly wanted him here. So he would do them all a favor.

America got out of his chair and began to leave ignoring Germany and others' protests.

"America, the meeting isn't over yet."

"Sit down burger bastard."

"You can't just leave aru."

Without looking back, America pasted England and marched out the door into the hallway. And once he was out everyone's peripheral vision he broke out into a sprint.

Canada was late.

Of course, he had told Germany about this but figured that German would forget about him. At this point it wasn't a big deal. It's not like anyone actually remembered him during meetings much less ask for his opinions.

He had to delay his arrival to London because of some internal that his boss needed him to handle.

America had offered to speak on his behalf which he declined. And even if said yes, Alfred would just forget.

Matthew rushed through the hotel room looking for the security room. He had papers to drop off and it was imperative that they were dropped as soon as possible.

1a, 1b, 1c, 1d, security.

He cracked opened the door and cautiously stepped in. The room was empty and the surveillance screens were lit up with video footage.

He slipped the thin stack of papers on a desks and was about to leave when a certain video caught his eyes.

He took a seat at the surveillance station to get a better look at it.

It was Alfred being forced against a wall of an empty meeting room. Another man was pulling off his brother's shirt as he struggled against him emitting disgruntled moans. The man continued to pull down Alfred's pant and forced him to the floor as he began to kiss. Alfred continued struggle as the man's had traveled down and…

Matthew's eyes widened as he saw what happened next.

"Merede," he whispered as he rushed to the closest trashcan.

Wow that was long.

I would really love a beta because my current stories are all un-betaed. If anyone's interested PM me.

R&R!