AN: Hello, everybody, and welcome to my first Hetalia fanfiction. This idea has always intrigued me. For those of you who don't know, 1984 (by George Orwell) is a story about a negative utopia- with Big Brother and the Party. It is an amazing book with an exemplary theme, and I wholly recommend it to everyone. Now, in 1984, this happens in England. However, I changed it to America because 1) I know about America more, and 2) the contrast between the old and the new governments and personas would be most noticeable with Alfred than Arthur.

I use human names every once in a while; these are the basic ones:

America-Alfred

England-Arthur

Germany-Ludwig

Italy-Feliciano

Japan-Kiku

Russia-Ivan

China-Yao

-Only Alfred is used in this chapter. The others are listed just in case I use them later on in the story.

I usually don't write such long notes... I'm not entirely sure what to do with this, I only have the skeletal ideas sketched out. I'm not a review-begger, so you'll only see me say this once: Please review! Any and all criticism (constructive only) is welcome, and this is your story as much as mine, so do not be afraid to tell me your ideas! I hope you enjoy this first chapter/prologue!

"EVERYBODY, SHUT UP!" Germany boomed, slamming his hands down on the conference table angrily. England and France had been arguing again, Italy was annoying virtually everybody in the room, China was offering his snacks at the top of his lungs, Russia was terrorizing the Baltics, and there was noise everywhere. At least, until Germany's livid outburst.

"Now," Germany said, calming down. "Can we get this meeting over with so we can go back to our own lives?"

"Um... Germany?" asked France.

"What?" responded Germany, with clenched teeth, wanting to punch the man straight in his pretty face.

"It's nothing... just that somebody's missing."

Germany sighed. "I really don't think that Canada has anything worthwhile to contribute to this meeting, anyway."

"It's not Canada. It's America. I don't see him anywhere. Is he sick?"

Germany froze, then looked around the room at the familiar faces- all of them, save for America's. No wonder the chaos was less heated than normal... The usual chorus of "dude"s weren't present in the argument, and all of England's attention had been focused on France alone.

"Hmm... he's always trying to be early. It's so weird that he wouldn't be here, aru," observed China, eating a cracker thoughtfully.

Germany sighed once more. "We shouldn't worry about it. It's his fault he's late. Let's get this meeting over with and we can fill him in when he decides to show up."

The rest of the countries nodded apprehensively. None of them wanted to admit it, but the atmosphere in the room was strange without the almost overwhelming presence of America. They all commenced with the meeting, waiting impatiently for America to show up so things could be more normal and less... awkward.

However, America didn't show up. Germany concluded the meeting eloquently. It had gone much more smoothly without America's constant shouts of "I'm the hero!" and other ridiculous statements that everybody was used to, but it was still a very uncomfortable experience. America had never missed a world meeting since his independence, and everybody was already used to his being there. The only ones that didn't act differently were Italy, who seemed oblivious to America's absence and carried on like usual, and Russia, who probably didn't care either way.

Everybody went home like usual, except for England. He was fidgety during the entire conference, and he couldn't help but think that something might have happened to his little brother. Although it probably was not that big of a deal, he felt that something was off. He arrived at Washington D.C., knowing instinctively that America was in the White House. He entered the building, meeting little resistance, which surprised him. Usually, there was almost too much security around the building, but today it seemed easier to get in. He nervously knocked on the door of America's boss. "Mr. President?" he asked politely. "Do you, by any chance, know where America is?"

Hearing no answer, he opened the door, looking into the room. Normally, he wouldn't have barged in like he did, but he was also very impatient. Perhaps he and his little brother did not have the best relationship, but he was determined to make some sort of amends, and he would always feel bad for himself if something bad happened to America before he was able to do anything.

England furrowed his brows in thought, seeing that the room was empty. Chills ran down his back, for some unexplainable reason. He turned back, looking into the dim hallway, looking for any signs of the president, noticing that some of the lights in the hallway were flickering slightly. He frowned. There was absolutely nobody around, not even a measly assistant frantically getting coffee for someone.

"Hello?" he asked into the open air, loudly. "Alfred, where are you? I know you're here. If you're ill, then just tell me. I'm worried for you."

England began to shiver. The absence of life in the building was beginning to creep him out. England pondered his situation- he wasn't about to tell America and his boss how to run their own country, and if they felt like letting everybody have a day off, England wasn't about to stop them. It was weird, but America had a history of being... plain weird, so there wasn't much that was strange about it, when he looked at the big picture. Perhaps America was just being childish and felt like he should abstain from the meeting for some reason, or, even more likely, he may have forgot. Either way, England didn't care so much that he would scour the entire building for him...he may like magic and other strange things, but even he was afraid of the eerie quietness of the halls, and he just wanted to get out of there. So he did.

America sighed, hearing England leave. That incorrigible brute. The one day he decided not to go to a world meeting, and they immediately get all worried and concerned. What about the one time Italy overslept and didn't show up? Or when Japan got the flu and was bedridden for five days? Nobody went on a search party for them. America stopped his musing. Wait. He was upset because somebody wanted to look for him? Why was he mad at England again? America let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed his head. He really wasn't feeling well.

He left the building, aware he was being watched. But as long as he didn't say anything, then nobody would know what he was thinking.

A large explosion was heard near him, and he covered his ringing ears protectively, sighing again at the shaking of the earth that was almost constant. He remembered the first time he had been in the vicinity of one of the Party's bomb raids; it had petrified him. But since living in D.C., he was used to the noise, the high pitched ringing, and the vibrations. A bomb was dropped a couple of times an hour, after all. The Party said it was to eliminate the impurities of the ground. America knew what they meant by that, though. It was just useless population control.

When he first learned of the Party's existence, he had been extremely angry. He had been determined to stop the advent of the totalitarian party in the political system, but, as it turned out, his bosses have been trying the stop the problem themselves without telling him for the past ten years. America no longer knew how to stop the Party- everything had gone too far. He was more prone to mood swings, and on more and more frequent, frightening occasions, he himself adopted the mindset of the Party, changing his entire persona. He would hear Big Brother's voice in his head; it comforted and scared him.

He didn't dare go to the world meetings anymore. What if he reverted to his Party persona during one? The conflict raised would be too great and too confusing for everyone present. Besides, he didn't want anybody to see him as weak. What would they think if they found out that America was no longer the universal symbol of freedom? That censorship was the main trade? The flag he had been once so proud of was replaced with the Party's slogan on a white background:

WAR IS PEACE

FREEDOM IS SLAVERY

IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH

I suppose I know now how Russia feels sometimes, he thought to himself, chuckling to himself without really knowing why.

Though, of course, he did a lot of things nowadays that are unexplainable. What's one more?

AN: Poor America! :( The poor guy is so confused. Oh, and before I forget, I do not own Hetalia or 1984. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU. Just so you know ;)