Starting another story, I have had...serious writers block on my other one. Sorry! I hope everyone enjoys and is interested in more! Will be M rated material in later chapters! I do not in any way own the characters, the show, the original concept, etc.

Alfred sighed as he ran his trembling hand through his hair for what seemed like the umpteenth time within the past hour. This was it. It was hell. He was officially part of a living hell. Even after the elections nothing had improved, his economy was still at a standstill. He didn't even want to begin thinking about all of the money he owed China and a few others. As it was, he had already skipped several meetings with his country's officials and a few of the other countries as well. Needless to say, a few were growing concerned, as they should be Alfred mused as he warily glanced at his gloomy reflection in the window to the side of his desk overlooking the outskirts of a just as gloomy Portland.

He came here when he wanted to escape; he found that the weather often matched his mood, especially at this time of the year. Cold, dark, unforgiving; it was how he felt at the moment. He felt completely hopeless and knew that that this time around, it would take a lot more than England showing up and setting him straight. He wanted to punch something…scratch that, Alfred needed to completely desolate something, anything, and everything. What happened to his sunny days?! The days when he would walk among his citizens in every corner of his country and beam in pride at their achievements and their ever moving forward attitude that was so like his own?

"Who am I kidding?!" America seethed as he swept his arm across his desk and in turn knocked his phone and an assortment of pictures taken in happier times to the floor.

Nothing was going to get better, not his economy, not his country, or his citizens. He was in an ever growing decline. He was crumbling. It would never get better. It always did in the end…but how long would that last?! It was a cycle, a cycle in which each time the bad times came, they ended up lasting longer than the last time. What was his life worth anymore? What more could he do?

"Not a damn thing." America murmured as he opened a desk drawer and pulled out a glass bottle, the amber contents of the whiskey swirling as he pulled the top off and flung it across the room before leaning back in his chair and tipping the contents of the bottle down his parched throat.

Letting a small smile fall into place, Alfred felt his arm slip and drop the now empty bottle onto the dark carpeted floor, the bottle miraculously landing safely and rolling to the corner of the room. He could the feel the effects of the alcohol taking place, slowly lulling him into a deep intoxicated slumber. Hopefully he wouldn't dream…hopefully he wouldn't wake.

"He hasn't been answering any calls." England stated as he strolled into the World Conference Center meeting room before sitting down at his usual place beside France and Canada, the only thing amiss was the empty seat to his right which usually contained a loud and obnoxious blond.

"Maybe he is sick?" Hungary mused aloud as she tapped her pin against her chin, confused herself as to why America would skip out on yet another meeting. The meetings only took place once every few months, and more if need be and while it was common place for a country to not be able to make them all, it was downright odd for America to miss more than three in a row.

"We have contacted his boss, all he would tell us is that America is feeling out of sorts and is dealing with some internal business at the moment." Germany replied as he stood and set his pack of documents on the table in front of him.

"Internal business my ass! His boss does not even know where the hell he is! All of this nonsense is just cover-up for their panic." China yelled as he slammed his hands on the table. "He just does not want to pay me back, aru."

"I agree with China." Russia smiled from his space between the mentioned country and Ukraine. "The capitalist pig is afraid and does not know what to do. I believe someone should go find him, I am merely concerned, da?" Russia suggested as he leaned forward in his seat slightly, resting his chin on his hands.

"Then if you are so concerned, why don't you just go and check on his yourself then?" England seethed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Amerika would not wish to be seeing me as relief to his growing depression…but if you are wanting me to go…"

"Definitely not." France butted in as he placed his hand on England's shoulder, stopping the Brit from taking the Russian's bait.

"I actually thing it might be an excellent idea." Switzerland spoke up from across Germany as he stood to continue. "If America is feeling the way everyone seems to think, it might be good for he and Russia to simply beat the living hell out of each other. They are both forbidden from killing the other or causing any world problems due to any conflicts between them, therefore it would not harm any of us. Also, with the way America is, it just well might lift his spirits. I also believe Russia to be the only one that has a chance of standing up to the brute."

"Just a chance? How much so you underestimate me my dear Switzerland." Russia smiled as his dark aura seemed to grow in intensity, effectively dropping the temperature of the room a few degrees,

"Then it is settled." Germany grimaced as he stood and motioned that the meeting was over. "Russia, you will leave to find America and solve this issue within the next three days, I suggest you pack a wide variety of clothes…who knows in which part of his country America will be hiding." Germany closed as he walked out of the room with a few of the other countries who were just as eager to leave, not wanting to see Russia or England's reaction to the decision. He just really hoped that Switzerland was right. Either that or he just set forth a notion that in which one of the most powerful country's on Earth was going to cease to be.