Title: Back to Reality

Pairings: America/England, France/England, Germany/Italy, Russia/China

"Sometimes I just wish that I wasn't a country!" America learns that he better be careful what he wishes for, especially when he has an alien friend who can make it happen. America's world is turned upside down as he wakes up as some guy called Alfred Jones, but if he's not a country anymore then who is he? More importantly...what happened to everyone else?

The first thing the guys could feel was hard gravel beneath their feet. But unlike all the previous times they'd teleported; this time they were thrown a good few feet away from where they originally landed, all of them stumbling dangerously as they threatened to topple over; Italy did, taking Germany with him.

"Ow...sorry Ludwig..." Italy mumbled apologetically, struggling to sit up off the hard ground, blinking around slowly in the harsh light; it was the middle of the day back in the States.

"It's alright, Feli...hang on, where's the-"

"Oh no!" Italy cried, jumping to his feet when he spotted the teleportation device, a few yards away smashed into about a hundred different pieces. Completely destroyed. Italy bit his lip, helping the German to his feet, "Ludwig...did-did I make you drop it?" he asked worriedly, eyes welling up with tears.

"No Feli, it disintegrated in ours hands when we landed." he reassured him, he and the rest of the guys slowly approached it to get a good look; the last remains of hope shattered at their feet. Germany sighed, "Ja...like I thought, it could only handle one more trip."

"I don't think even you can fix that Ludwig." Italy said sadly, slipping his hand into the German's.

China's eyes remained transfixed on the broken equipment. "So...we're really stuck here then?

"Ja..." Germany muttered, dragging his gaze away from his Italian he let it fall on the surrounding area. They appeared to be on some kind of ranch, they'd landed just beside a field of corn on a dirt road. The sun blazing above their head in the cloudless sky, no civilisation for miles. "Oh dear gott, it's an absolute wasteland."

France bit his lip, "Zis...iz starting to look like a bad idea."

Germany glared at him, "Well you're the one who sided with the American Frenchie." he growled.

"You didn't 'ave to agree to ze vote you could 'ave just taken us home!" France shot back.

"You're the one who suggested it in the first place!"

"Guys!" America held up his hands to silence them. "Would you stop arguing already? Have you forgotten why we're here?"

Japan nodded, trying to smile in a reassuring way, "Hai, let's look this alien, all hope is not lost yet."

Russia looked up at the mention of the alien. "You people really are strange."

"Hey it's either that or nothing now come on." America said, waving back at them all as he began making his way up the dirt road towards the top of the ranch.

Germany sighed, keeping hold of Italy's hand as they followed. "Well with all the nonsense we've been through these past days it's not as if the existence of this alien could be shocking in any way..."

America beamed back at him, "Exactly." he carried on walking for a few minutes, biting his lip in thought, trying to remember exactly where he found Tony... "If I remember right Tony's spaceship crashed by some guy's house..." he stopped suddenly, and England bumped into the back of him; he mumbled an apology but America didn't even register it, too busy looking. He craned his neck above the corn and felt his stomach flip excitedly when he spotted a familiar little cottage. "This way!" he called, racing off through the corn field without a word of warning. The guys rolled their eyes, jogging after him through the field, pretty much destroying all the crops in the process.

America eventually made his way through to the other side, hopped over the wooden fence and bounded onto the cottage's front lawn, eyes darting about excitedly. "Yes!" he cried, throwing his fist up into the air when he found what he was looking for. Just beside a rose bush that sat in the front garden, was a large metal container, bashed and dented as if it had crash landed. America knew it all too well. "I knew it!" he beamed, racing over to it just as the guys caught up and followed him over. The American dove onto his knees, pulling apart the remains on the hatch way he thrust an arm inside, hoping to hit something. "Tony dude!" he called, swinging his arm inside in all directions.

"Huh?" America couldn't feel anything. It was empty. "Tony?" he pulled back, giving the shuttle a quick shake and he banged on the sides a few times. But it just sounded hollow. America frowned with confusion; he got to his feet, rotating slowly as he gazed around the ranch. "Tony...you here?" he called, voice echoing slightly above the corn field. He swallowed slightly as he could feel everyone's eyes on him. "Uhhh..."

Germany stopped just short of the American, dark eyes fixed on his face. "Well?"

"Hang on, he can't be far." America insisted, pacing around the space ship a few times he craned his neck to get a good look around as he yelled, "TONY! You here buddy? It's your pal America!" Everyone stood in complete silence, only a slight gust of wind answered the American back.

China rested his head in his hands, "Oh great..."

Italy bit his lip, circling his arms around the German's. "Ludwig...what happens now?"

Germany's dark glare was fixed on America's face. "Now Feli, we kick the shit out of the American." he growled, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows.

"Wait!" America said in panic, holding up his hands. "It's not over yet!"

England sighed irritably, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Oh bloody hell Alfred!"

"What ze hell do we do now?" France demanded, glaring at the American.

"This is partly your fault Frenchie!" Germany thundered, shoving the blond roughly. "Und you Arthur!" he pointed an accusing finger at the Brit. "We should have just gone back to Europe, I KNEW this would happen!"

Japan bit his lip, tentatively patting the American's shoulder. "Mr America...are you sure he's not anywhere else?"

Germany growled irritably before the American could answer. "For Gott sake Kiku there is no alien! Open your eyes!"

"There is!" America insisted, waving an arm at the heap of scrap metal at their feet. "Here's his spaceship."

Germany glanced down briefly, eyebrow raised, "That's not a spaceship it's a weather balloon you stupid American!"

England slowly spun around, biting his lip as he could feel his hear hammering anxiously in his chest. "Oh my God...we're actually stuck here."

America reached for the Brit's hand. "England I'm sorry." he said softly.

England spun around his stare at him, "Sorry? Sorry won't help Alfred!" he snapped, yanking his hand away. "We're in the middle of nowhere! How the hell are we supposed to get home now? We could die out here!"

"D-Die?" Italy whimpered, clinging onto the German. "Whaaa Ludwig!"

"I promised my wife I would be home in a few days!" China cried in despair, "I can't be stuck here any longer!"

Russia frowned, draping himself across the back of the Asian. "You're married?"

"Yes!" China hissed, shrugging him off, "Now leave me alone!"

America bit his lip, continuing to rotate as he gazed around the ranch. Tony was nowhere in sight, and it looked as if he hadn't lived here in years, if at all. "Dude this can't be happening..."

"This is all your fault!" Germany roared, jabbing America in the chest. "I don't care if you introduced me to Feli, because of you we're stuck out here!"

America swallowed heavily, threading a hand into the back of his hair, "I-I was so sure it would work..."

"What?" England stared at him, "So you didn't even know whether he was here or not? Alfred!"

"I'm sorry okay? This wasn't supposed to happen!" America cried.

"Well it did happen! England snapped, "This is all your fault! Why the bloody hell did I think it was a good idea to listen to you?" he groaned, clutching his hair.

America bit his lip, reaching for the Brit's hand but it was pulled sharply away as if the American's was red hot. "England please, I'm sorry...I'm sorry to all of you! Okay?" he cried, holding out his arms in submission. "I just...I-I love you guys!"

Germany gave a harsh snort, "Don't patronise us, if you really are the representation of your selfish land there's no chance in hell you'd care about any one of us."

"No I mean it!" America insisted, suddenly jumping up onto the remains of the space ship to address the guys. "I mean you guys annoy the living hell out of me, especially you Russia," he added, nodding to the silver haired man, "But you're all my friends and I care about you! Except for you Russia, but I need you guys! That's the whole reason I started this is the first place!" he cried, eyes bright with desperation, "You all mean the world to me, you are the goddamn world! Maybe I didn't have to drag you guys all with me to find Tony, but I wouldn't have been able to do it without you! I don't know what I'd do, without any of you!" The American held out a hand to the Brit. "England, you raised me and took care of me since I was a kid...and without you I wouldn't be the man I am today."

England gaped at him, "Oh come on you can't blame me for that!"

He ignored him, turning to the Italian, "Italy, you make some of the best food in the world! Your pizza is kick ass dude!" the Italian looked quite pleased with himself; America reached out to the German. "Germany, your cars are bad ass, seriously." Germany raised an eyebrow. "Japan your cartoons and comics are so cool!" Japan looked slightly confused. "China, thanks to your love of copying everything everyone else does, things are manufactured so quickly and so cheaply! It rocks!" China looked quite insulted. "France your country is just beautiful, and your food is pretty awesome too." France looked quite smug with himself. "And Russia..." he turned to the Russian, going quiet for a moment as he struggled to find something nice to say. "...you always make the best of a bad situation, and that's pretty cool."

England shook his head, gently placing a hand on his arm to stop his ramblings. "Alfred..."

"I'm sorry guys!" America cried, jumping down onto the ground, resting his hands on the back on his head. "I'm really am...aww man...this sucks! I never wanted this to happen!" he flung out his arms, yelling up to the sky. "I just want to be a country again!"

"Was that all you wanted?"

America froze as a familiar voice sounded from somewhere behind him. A voice that would not normally be speaking English. Slowly he, as well as everybody else, turned around to find a small, red eyed alien stood some distance behind them, greasy burger in hand.

America blinked slowly, "T-Tony?"

The alien wolfed down the remains of his food, shrugging slightly. "If that's what you want, you only had to say."

The American seemed at a loss for words, trying to formulate in his confused mind what to say, what was going on...before he even had the chance to speak the alien's red eyes drained of their colour. His sockets were completely white, and in an instant there was a blinding bright light that blasted from the alien's eyes, showering them all in white. America reached a hand up to shield his eyes, rapidly stumbling backwards as he lost his footing, he could hear the guys shouting, asking what the hell was going on but he couldn't speak. The American felt light headed; the guy's voices were starting to fade, sounding like distant echoes. He kept his eyes squeezed tight shut beneath his hand, body beginning to tremble as he felt himself being drawn away.

The last thing he could remember was England calling his human name from a long way away; then his body went numb, and America collapsed into something soft, completely out cold.

~0~

America slowly opened his eyes, peeking out through his fingers. His vision was hazed over, and he couldn't tell where he was, or recall what had happened. He shifted slightly onto his back, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion when he could feel what felt like a bed beneath his body. A very familiar feeling. The American inhaled sharply, suddenly sitting bolt upright. He scrubbed at his eyes furiously for a few moments before peeling them open again; his mouth gaping open at the sight in front of him.

It was an apartment bedroom. His apartment bedroom. He was sat in his warm, comfy bed, the sunshine from Washington shining at him through the window adjacent. The door to his right no doubt led to his living room, with no beer bottles, cigarettes or disgusting mess littering his floor.

He was home.

Before he even had time to adjust to what had happened, there was a violent vibration from somewhere in his pants pocket. He reached down and pulled out his phone. His phone! The one he'd lost, the one he hadn't seen since before the whole mess occurred. He flipped it open and had a quick look through his contacts. England, Germany, Italy, his president...everyone was there! And no Mark!

America's mouth slowly stretched into a grin, he opened up the text and saw it was from the Brit;

'America where the bloody hell are you? The meeting started 10 minutes ago! Why aren't you here? It's your bloody meeting after all.'

America blinked slowly, not having a clue what the Brit was on about. "Huh? Meeting...oh yeah!" he remembered. Shooting up out of bed the American dived onto the floor for his jacket, yanking it on halfway out the door.

~0~

"Oh please England, why don't you enlighten us with your opinion." France sneered, taking a sip of wine.

England glared at him, "Oh shut up frog! At least people care what I think! No one wants to hear the ramblings of a drunk, stinking cheesy monkey!"

"You two are giving me a headache..." Germany hissed, massaging his temples.

"GUYS!" the nations all jumped in their seats at the sudden yell from the excitable America, beaming at them all from the doorway. "Oh my God I can't believe you guys are here!" he raced into the meeting room, laughing hysterically.

The guys exchanged a few looks, slowly getting to their feet. "Where were you? We've already started." Germany growled, glaring at the American.

America stopped, looking confused, "You uhh...you guys don't remember anything?"

"We remember you storming out yesterday if that's what you mean." China said, crossing his arms.

"Hai, we're sorry we upset you Mr America."

"I'm not." Germany growled, "Just hurry up und sit down America."

"Aww man I've missed being called that!" America said happily, bounding up to give the German a hug.

Germany stared down at him as if he was deranged, stiffening in his arms. "What the hell?"

America beamed, letting him go, "Come on! Everyone line up for a hug!" he called, holding out his arms. The guys remained perfectly still, eyes shifting about awkwardly. The American just laughed, lunging himself at each and every one of them, even Russia, and gave them all a big hug. "I've missed you all so much! Hey Germany." he turned to the blond, grinning at him. "You and Italy make a sweet couple, you two should get together."

Germany blushed heavily, "What?"

"America what on earth has gotten into you?" England asked in utter bewilderment.

America turned to the Brit, smirking slightly, "Hang on a second England, I think I owe you this." without warning the American scooped the Brit up in his arms, pulled him close and planted a deep kiss right on the lips. England's face went bright red as everyone stared in complete shock at the two of them kissing. America held him close for a few seconds longer before releasing him, their lips parting softly.

England stared at him, mouth gaping and eyes wide. America just beamed at him, flashing him his trademark cheery grin. The Brit shook his head slowly, "...what is wrong with you?"

America laughed, "Just...really happy to see you."

England resisted the urge to smirk, "You're an idiot...now sit down."

~0~

An hour or so later everyone was slowly making their way out of the meeting room after another lengthy argument. America's global warming talk was completely ignored but he actually didn't mind! He was just...so pleased to be back. England and America dawdled behind at the end of the meeting, catching each other's eyes briefly across the table. Just as Germany and Italy were leaving America called after them, "You guys really should start dating!" they both visibly blushed, hurrying out of the room as fast as they could.

America laughed slightly, turning to the Brit who was still looking utterly bewildered. "Now would you please care to explain what on earth you were doing before?"

America shrugged slightly, "Thought it was kinda obviously, I planted a bit wet one on ya."

England blushed slightly, clearing his throat, "Yes I could see that...any explanation?"

America shrugged again, laughing slightly, "...guess I've just had a lot of time to think and well...thought about how much you mean to me and all..."

England quirked an eyebrow, "...yes?"

America smirked slightly, getting to his feet as he and England slowly made their way to the door. "Just decided...it's time I go for what I want you know?"

"...and what do you want?" England asked softly, cheeks still tinged pink.

America softly placed a hand on the Brit's back, "...wanna go get a coffee?"

"You're not offering me tea?" England asked in surprise.

"You don't drink tea anywhere but your own country...right?"

England blinked in surprise, "Yes...that's right."

America smiled, holding out his hand, "Well?"

England slowly slid his hand into the American's without looking at him, "Alright, let's go."

~0~

"America, where did you put my coat?"

"It's in the living room, on the back of the sofa I think." America called to the Brit from his bedroom as he searched around for his shoes. He could hardly believe he'd been dating England for the past month, yet the Brit had absolutely no idea about the big adventure they'd once had. It almost saddened the American that he couldn't recall all those good times they'd had together; the America felt it best not to bring it up with any of the guys. It wasn't like they'd believe him anyway. Tony seemed to be the only one who remembered, and he wasn't best pleased with the American for destroying his device.

America finished tying his shoes and went to put away his jacket. Something fell to the floor wit a soft thud as he hung it up. The American bent over to retrieve his wallet which had fallen out of the pocket, quirking an eyebrow at the plastic card that was sticking out. Slowly he pulled it out, holding it up to his face. It was his driving license. The one he'd woken up with when he was human. American stared at it, the little picture of himself stared back.

"Did you tell Germany and Italy what time we're meeting them?" England asked as he entered the room, checking his hair in the mirror.

"Hm?" America looked up, "Oh yeah, they should be there the same time as us."

England shook his head, "I can't believe you got Germany to agree to a double date...it'll be awkward you know, I have nothing to say to the man."

America laughed slightly, "Hey you promised you'd be nice."

England rolled his eyes, moving to his side as his eye caught of the card in America's hand, "Yes, yes I know, what's that?" he took a closer look, slightly confused, "...a driver's license?"

"Uhh yeah." America muttered awkwardly, "I got it from a gag shop, you know...to seem more...human."

"Alfred Jones..." England read it slowly, his forehead creasing with slight confusion and wonder as the name sounded...so familiar. "...lovely name, America."

America chuckled, shoving it into his pant's pocket, "Thanks...what would your name be?"

England thought for a moment before shrugging, "I'm not sure...you give me a name."

America smiled softly, "How about...Arthur?"

"Arthur?"

"Yeah, Arthur...Kirkland."

England was silent for a moment, trying the name out. "Yeah...it suits me."

America smirked slightly, "It does...shall we get going then?"

"Sure." England smiled, leaning up on his tiptoes he pressed a soft kiss to the American's lips.

America smiled against his lips, gently kissing him back. "What was that for?" he asked when they softly parted.

England shrugged, "What? I can't kiss my boyfriend whenever I feel like it?"

"Not unless you want to get some, and to be honest we're already late as it is so let's save it for later okay?"

England laughed going slightly red, "Oh shut up you."

America smirked, kissing the top of his head, "Sorry, let's go babe."

"Don't call me that."

"Why?"

"You know I don't like it."

"Sorry Arthur." America said cheesily, taking his hand.

England raised an eyebrow, "Alright...Alfred." he said slightly awkwardly.

"Wow...you really can't remember anything can you?" he muttered, squeezing his hand.

"Remember what?"

"Nothing, come on let's go." America said, gently tugging him towards the front door.

England shook his head, "You are a strange one America."

America gave him a cheesy grin, "No I'm not, you're just a boring police officer!"

England stared at America as if he was mad, letting himself be dragged along, "What is with you today?"

"Nothing I already said! Just thought it'd be a cool job for you if you were a human that's all."

England looked utterly confused, "...okay."

America laughed, giving him a sideways hug as they walked. "How about me? What job would I have?"

England looked at him for a long moment, as if studying him. "Hmm...how about a race car driver?"

"Yes! I always thought that too!"

~The End~

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