I'm sorry this is short. Sue me.

I don't own Marvel or Hetalia as much as Loki has the Earth under his control.

Wait. He has already conquered the Earth... with fangirls.

Huh.

I still don't own Marvel or Hetalia.

Drat.

~Wibbly-wobbly Timey-skip-wimey-skip brought to you by the Doctor~

[Location: World Conference, undisclosed location]

[Third Viewpoint: America]

"Dude, I told you! This freaky alien guy went to get Guernsey and I socked him in the face! And then I saw Cap again! After all these years, he looks the same, yo!" America told France, who was snuggling Guernsey protectively.

"You are telling moi zat you met Capitaine Amérique? And you put ma petite fille in danger? 'Ow could you, Amérique?" France bounced the 'toddler' on his knee, causing Guernsey to squeal in delight.

"Papa, je me sens bien! Uncle Amèrique pwotected me! An' Capitaine Amèrique était très courageux! Don't be mad at Uncle Amèrique!"

"What's all this bloody commotion about?" England asked, stepping into the conference room, holding a cup of tea.

"Daddy! I met Captain America! And Uncle America pwotected me fwom an evil alien thingy!" Guernsey babbled as France held the toddler micronation out for England to hold.

The latter set down his cup of tea and picked up his 'daughter'. "Did he now?" England looked at his 'younger brother'. Guernsey nodded. "I met Captain America once… but it was during a time I'd rather not talk about. He was a really caring chap, always looking out for the other soldiers." England murmured.

The meeting commenced a few minutes later, when all of the other countries arrived.

Throughout the conference, America kept thinking about his captain. He never properly introduced himself, during the war or earlier that day.

The captain needed to know his name.

IT WAS SO MUCH LONGER ON GOOGLE DOCS.

MEH.

*HULKS OUT BECAUSE I AM HUNGRY*

Z-HULK WANTS FOOD.