A/N: So I decided to try my hand at writing a story that's not a human AU! Let me know how I'm doing if you have the time by leaving a review! And no, Collins is not Trump, haha!

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It was another fine day for a world meeting. Every nation in the world was gathered around a large table, ready to begin, yet something didn't seem right. Each nation looked around the table at one another until every pair of eyes rested on the empty seat between England and Russia. An unsettling silence fell upon the room. They all knew who was missing, but no one wanted to acknowledge it. No one wanted to say it out loud, for fear that it would actually be true.

England sighed as he looked to his left. It wasn't like his brother to skip out on a meeting like this. He frowned to himself as his mind drifted off for a moment. America, where are you? he thought to himself. His fingers irritably tapped on his notebook as his eyes darted toward the double doors of the room every few seconds to check for America.

Germany cleared his throat at the front of the room. "I believe we should take roll call," he stated. "We just need to make sure everyone is here." He felt just as uncomfortable as every other nation at the fact that America was missing, but he knew that he couldn't let them know that. After all, America was all grown up. He could take care of himself. Germany was certain that the nation in question was just fine.

As the Germanic nation began the roll call, the room fell into a dead silence, other than the nations calling out that they were there. And when he called out America's name, there was no answer. It was almost as if every nation took a collective gasp and all frowned. No one knew what to do as Germany continued down the list as if nothing had happened.

Russia felt himself growing more and more anxious, though he didn't understand why. What did he care that that stupid, loud-mouthed kid was gone? It just meant that the meeting would go on a lot more smoothly than it normally did. There wouldn't be any "I'm the hero!" bullshit or anything like that. Yet still, why did he feel so melancholy over it? It didn't make sense for Russia to be feeling that way over America's absence.

And then there was Canada, America's own brother, who looked so much like him. He sat in the back of the room, hoping that no one would notice him. On normal days, he was dying to be noticed by the other nations, but just not that day. He knew where his brother was. He knew exactly what was going on with America, and why he couldn't be there. But it wasn't like he wanted to tell anyone that. It was America's business, even if he couldn't talk to anyone but Canada at the time.

Canada nuzzled Kumajiro closer to him as the meeting began. He could heard England and France bickering back and forth like they normally did. That sort of thing didn't bother him as much as it did when he was a child. He knew his fathers loved each other, whether they acted like they did or not.

Mostly, Canada kept his gaze on the floor, trying his best to ignore the eyes that Prussia was making at him from across the room. If there was anything he didn't want at the moment, attention was definitely it. Attention had to be the worst thing in the world. The more attention he got, the more people would remember him. And the more people remembered him, the more they would realize that he was America's brother and probably knew something about what was going on with America.

At just the thought of people piecing all of that together, Canada quietly gasped out and vigorously shook his head. Luckily, it didn't gain the attention of anyone around him. With any luck, he would be able to stay that invisible throughout the entire meeting.

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England nervously and absently tapped his pen on his notepad until France finally slipped the pen from his hand and gave him a worried look. The British nation sighed when the two locked eyes. He mouthed the words, "I'm sorry," to the other nation, but France just merely shook his head and nodded toward the door.

No one else seemed to be paying attention during the meeting, so the two just casually slipped out the door, one after the other. England knew that France wanted to talk about America, but he knew it was going to hurt to talk about him as well. Though he fought with his younger brother almost constantly, he was highly concerned about America's well-being, and something seemed horribly wrong at the moment.

"Something seems a bit off, no?" France asked England once they were on the rooftop of the building where the meeting was being held. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one.

"Well other than the fact that America is bloody missing," England pointed out, scowling at the other nation. He narrowed his emerald green eyes at France and leaned against the building's ledge with a sigh. "Something is terribly wrong, Francis."

France looked up at the sound of his human name. The other nations never used human names unless if it was a highly serious or intimate moment. "You really think so, mon cher?" He made a face that expressed how he felt about his human name being used in a situation like this.

"Don't even make that face at me," England snarled at him. "You know how serious this is." He took France's cigarette from his lips and took a deep drag of it before placing it back in its original position. "America could've been kidnapped for all we know!"

"Kidnapped by who?" the French nation scoffed, flicking the ashes off of the end of his cigarette. He nearly snorted at the idea of someone even attempting to kidnap the loud-mouthed younger nation. "Anyone who would kidnap America would just send him back within the next day. He's too obnoxious to keep."

England smacked France's arm. "Would you please be serious for five minutes?!" he shouted at him. "What if he was kidnapped by his own government?! You know he just got that new president, Barry Collins!"

France's lips curled in disgust at just the mention of America's new president. "I think you're just letting your mind wander a little too much, Arthur," he commented, using England's human name. "Have you tried contacting him lately?"

"No," England softly admitted. "I haven't talked to him since we had that fight about a month ago." He frowned, feeling guilty now that America was no longer there. "M-Maybe he's just sick today."

"You know that wouldn't be a good enough reason for America to miss a meeting," France stated as he finished his cigarette, crushing it under his foot to put it out. "Remember that time he came to the meeting when he was sick with only God knows what and got half of the world sick with it?"

England glared at France for bringing up that memory. "I was sick for weeks because of him," he grumbled. He sighed. "But I have no idea where he would be then, unless if Barry Collins kidnapped him."

"How could Barry Collins kidnap him?" France scoffed. "That sounds highly unlikely. No leaders can kidnap their own nations. No leaders are truly that evil."

"Wait a minute," England mumbled. He had just remembered that there had been a travel ban made in America for not just certain countries, but all countries. "Maybe America really is being held captive! This meeting is being held in Berlin!"

"Non merde," France sighed. "Where are you getting with this?"

An emerald glare was shot at the French nation before England continued. "Well, America just recently had a travel ban to all countries of the world put up, including Canada. Do you think that means it applies to him as well? If he leaves his own country, he would never be allowed back in?"

France's blue eyes widened. "You just might be onto something, England! We need to find Canada and ask him what's going on!"

England sighed. "I was afraid you were going to say that…"

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Canada remained sitting quietly in the meeting as it came to a close and all of the nations began to talk amongst themselves. He listened to snippets of conversation as the all began to ask each other what could have possibly happened to America. His head immediately sank lower and lower, hoping not to be noticed by anyone as he held Kumajiro tighter to him, as if using the baby bear for a shield of some sort.

"You seem to be hiding something, da?" a voice with a thick Russian accent asked him as the man approached him.

The younger nation slowly looked up to see Russia towering over him. "Hello, Russia," he greeted. "And I'm not hiding anything. In fact, I was just about to leave." He made to stand up, but Russia put his hands on his shoulders, keeping him in his chair. "What is it?"

"I just have some questions that need answering before you go," Russia said, smiling widely. "Don't worry, Canada. It will only take a minute, and then you can be on your merry way." He laughed a small, innocent laugh that sent slight chills through the younger nation, who was growing more and more nervous by the second.

Canada didn't like where this was going. "What kind of questions?" he softly asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

Suddenly, France and England were by Russia's side as well. They seemed to have been on the rooftop, both having windswept hair and smelling of cigarette smoke. Both looked surprised to see Russia as well.

"Canada, we need to talk to you about something," England quickly said. "It's about your brother."

"Hey, I was here first," Russia simply said, looking over at England. "You may speak to him when I'm done." Leaving no room for complaint from either European nation, he turned back to Canada with a smile on his face. "What a coincidence. I want to talk about your brother as well."

"What about him?" Canada asked, looking back down at his bear. You can do this, he told himself. Just pretend that you know nothing. No matter how hard they push you, you know nothing.

"Would you happen to know where he is?" Russia asked. "I have some important matters that need to be discussed with him. And don't try to tell me he's sick, because I know he shows up sick to meetings."

Canada gulped and shook his head, refusing to look up. "I-I'm sorry, but I don't know where he is."

"You are a terrible liar," the Russian country answered, tone growing darker. "I think you should tell me where he is and how I can find him."

England didn't like where the conversation was going and quickly stepped in. "That's enough, Russia. Don't scare him like that!" He knelt in front of Canada and put a hand on his shoulder. "Canada, we're only asking because we're concerned for America's safety. Do you know where he is?" He made sure to use softer tones, like he did when Canada was a child.

Canada remained in his stance, a blank gaze in his eyes as he stared down at his bear. He couldn't tell them. America had trusted him not to tell. There was no way he could break that confidence. Then again, what if there was something the other nations could do to help his brother? Would it be okay to tell if that was the case?

France knelt down in front of Canada as well. "We know you know something, Canada," he gently told him. "All we want is to help America. Something must be terribly wrong for him to not be at this meeting, no? Now, why isn't America here?"

Don't tell them, Matthew, Canada told himself. They can't do anything to help him. They can't! America's on his own. Not even you can help him. Don't tell them!

"Matthew, we are your family," England reminded. "If you can't tell us so that we can help, who can you tell?" He sighed. "Now, we're only going to ask one more time. Why isn't America at this meeting?"

That was what finally did it for Canada. England did have a point. If he couldn't tell them, then who could he really tell? They were family. France and England had worked hard to raise him and America together. If anyone could help, wouldn't it be them? Then again, Russia was right there…

Russia was listening intently. He didn't understand why they were being so soft and gentle with Canada. That wasn't really the fastest way to get answers out of anyone, but it seemed to be working for the young nation, so he let it go. If it was a way to get America's situation out of the bag, then so be it.

He looked around to see that this had caught the attention of some of the other nations as well; nations like Spain, Germany, Prussia, Hungary, Japan, Italy, and Denmark. Russia knew they were listening in as well. He wondered if they were going to start thinking of strategies to help America as soon as it was revealed where he was.

Canada finally raised his head and looked from France to England before growling out only one word. "Collins."