The New America

"Everyone, may I have your attention please," said our plump rounded teacher, Mrs. Lope. "We are about to make our way to the UN building to observe the World Meeting. Now I'm sure you're all excited to be in New York, but all of you must remember, we are here study cultural and national politics."

I yawned and whispered, "Yes, yes, we know. Why does she have to repeat this every five minutes?"

"To make sure the foreign kids get what she's saying," Sam Collins shrugged as he pushed back his blond dreads from his fair face.

"You've foreign," I remarked.

"I'm British," he said with a tone like it should be obvious.

"Oh yes," Daniela Aguero exclaimed in her Spanish accented voice. "Cause you come from the birth place of English, so you must know the language perfectly."

"Aw love you're being sarcastic," Sam smiled mockingly, "well you can just thank my beloved home land for creating it."

"Oh non, here he goes again." Ella Chasse whined as she brushed back her honey blond curls.

Jamie Chen rolled her almond shaped eyes, "just ignore him."

"Believe me, I have tried." Ella mumbled.

"Will all of you shut up, I'm trying to sleep," Dimitri Maier exclaimed; his dark clean cut hair was unusual messy.

"How about you try sleeping in the bloody hotel room," Sam snapped.

"Sorry if I'm too home sick to sleep in the hotel room," he snapped back.

Heisuke Sato tried to settle everyone down, "Come on everyone let's not fight. This is our spring break, we should enjoy it."

"Listen to our dear sweet Heisuke, for he knows best," I said as I cracked the volume of my iPod.

Sam didn't let the fight go, "I was simply explaining why our teacher would repeat the instructions to us."

"But Sammy you forget you go to an international private school filled with teenagers from all over the world, who know how speak English, let's not insult them. Remember our school's motto," and once I began, my friends quickly followed.

"We have come from all corners of the land to teach and learn

"To respect cultures and customs

"And create peace and harmony between nations." We finished.

"God," Dimitri smirked, "we've been brain washed."

And we all cried out in laughter.

We were quickly ushered out of the travel bus into the giant UN building. I took little notice of it and decided to name off the flags on the poles. There's Italy, Ireland, France, Britain, Russia, the Netherlands. . . Damn most of these flags have the same color theme, did they not realize that there were other colors in the rainbow. Like pink and purple? I glanced over to a flag with the colors black, red, and yellow. At least the Germans were creative.

"Amy Hawkfeather!" Mrs. Lope exclaimed, "Stay with the group!"

I sighed, "Coming."

After about an hour of boring lectures of how the UN was founded and how the system progressed all over the world; I was officially a zombie. Completely dazed and refused to think, I mean I know everything about history, world politics and cultures. I didn't attend school till I was ten so my grandfather practically drilled in world facts and languages into my skull from the time I was two. No offense to my grandfather, I am thankful but I preferred to follow the arts of the world, not politics, I mean it's so draining. I already feel like my soul was being sucked out just by standing inside the building. Also, I really need to go to the restroom.

"Now if you all kindly follow me we will be able to witness the world leaders discuss today's politics." Mrs. Lope said as she led us into a brightly lit room.

"Mrs. Lope I need to pee," I exclaimed.

She glared at me, "Oh Miss Hawkfeather you need to use the restroom? Like the time at the museum when you were supposedly using the restroom, but instead climbing the T-Rex skeleton. Or the time we had a nationally speaker, you asked for the restroom passed, but instead of going, you decided to free mice into the auditorium. Or the time we had a school production of the play Hamlet and you decided to pull the trap door on the main actor right in the middle of his most powerful monologue."

"Hey that one was accident, and I didn't even use an excuse for a restroom pass for that one." I said to my defense.

Mrs. Lope shook her head, "It doesn't matter, the answer is no." She said scornfully and ushered in the other students.

I rolled my eyes and turned to my trusted group of allies, "cover for me, I'll be back."

Each of them nodded and made sure to block Mrs. Lope's vision of me so I could make my quick escape.

After ten minutes of wondering through hallway after hallway, I was able to catch the sign for restroom. I sighed in relief and hastily do my womanly business. Once I began washing my hands, I took notice of my reflection. My naturally highlighted blond hair was cut into a boy like bob cut, with most of the hair brushed to the side as my bangs. The hair shaped around my long, light colored face, blue eyes, and full lips. I dried my hands on my skinny jeans and gray tee with a cartoon like drawing of a lion; mewing 'grrrrrr'.

I strut out of the restroom and sprint down the hall; till I heard a shout, "Yes I know, you well be taking the place of Alfred. Of course you couldn't a trace of him this year, again! Frankly I don't see why you bother; you all are clearly not concerned with this matter at the very least!"

The a woman in nice navy blue suite ran out of a room, completely ignoring me as she ran passed me. Tears were streaming down her face. That instantly made my blood boil, who was the jerk that did that to her?! I slowly crept up to the white painted door and take a peek inside.

"You made her cry Angleterre," a tall man with wavy blond hair sighed.

"Don't call me that, you damn frog," a shorter man with shaggy dark blond hair exclaimed. Both men wore suites; the taller one wore a stylish white suite with a black button down shirt under his blazer. The shorter man wore a simple green suite with brown dress shoes and a tan shirt under his blazer.

The French man ignored his insult, "you always get yourself worked up over this every year and Arthur I believe its time you accept that he's gone-"

The British man slapped him and I covered my mouth to stop my gasp.

"Shut your bloody mouth! If America is still going then he has to be out there!"

The wavy blond rubbed his sore cheek, his blue eyes blinking away tears. "Alfred's gone."

"No he isn't," the so called Arthur hissed, then glanced down to his shoes. "I mean, America is still going. It's been seventeen bloody years and this nation as continued without him," he shook his head, "Could it be, that they don't need us?"

The taller man whispered soothing words as he patted Arthur's head and pulled him into a comforting hug. I inched forward, trying to hear what they were whispering about till a voice behind me whispered in my ear. "You know it's quite rude to eavesdrop."

I yelped and pushed myself inside the room only to fall face first into the carpet floor. "Ow," I groaned as I rubbed my head.

"What the-"

I looked up to find both men staring down at me. The French man had an expression of confusion and concern displayed on his face; while Arthur glared, his green eyes were buried under large dark eyebrows and his lip was twisted into sneer. I rapidly glanced behind me to find a young boy with chin length blond hair with a large curl in between his parted hair down the middle. He had blue eyes, glasses and wore a sad smile. But what really caught me off guard was that he had a cub sized polar bear in his arms.

"Who are you?!" Arthur demanded.

I quickly rose to my feet, "Hi I'm Amy, and I was, just, um, looking for the restroom-"

"As you could see this isn't the bloody loo!"

"Right! I was just leaving!"

The boy with the polar bear blocked my path, "I found her listening in."

Both men turned their attention to me, Arthur looked ready to chew my head off but the taller blond stopped him. "Let me handle this mon ami." He then gave his most dazing smile; he was very handsome with a strong featured face with a bit of facial hair under his chin. "Mademoiselle, please do not be afraid. Come, sit," he offered a chair at the dark brown table while I took a step back.

The boy smiled from behind, "We won't harm you."

"Unless you give us reason," Arthur snapped.

I take a deep breath, summon my courage and sat myself on the large black leather seat. The French man takes his seat at my right side while Arthur sits on my left. The boy with the polar bear sits next to him. I scanned my surroundings, searching for a possible escape route.

"Are you thirsty?" The French man asked and I shook my head.

"What about food, I'm sure I could find you a snack-"

"Dammit Francis stop beating around the bush!" Arthur glared at me, "What did you hear." It was a command more than a question.

"I didn't hear anything." I lied.

Arthur snorted, "I don't buy that for one bloody-"

"Believe me!" I shouted, "I was just passing by!"

"It seemed to me you were there for a while," the boy explained.

"Please," the man I knew then called Francis said. "You are not in trouble, we just wish to know-" once he placed his hand on mine, an electrical spark stirred inside of me. It started in the pit of my stomach and spreads to the back of my neck to the toes of my feet. It almost feels like about to barf my breakfast till I noticed Francis having the same reaction and he's staring at me with shocked eyes. "Mon Dieu."

"Francis, what's wrong?" Arthur gave a semi-concern expression.

"Touch her," he answered.

"What?!" I exclaimed but Arthur's hand was already on mine and the same electrical shock washed over my body. "Stop that!" I shouted as I pulled my hand away from him.

Arthur did nothing to stop me but only watched me with watered eyes. The boy gave quick looks to his companions then the polar bear in his arms spoke, "I knew she smelled like a country."

Did the bear just talk?! Okay, its official, I'm getting out of here! I jumped out of my seat and ran out the door. All three men yelling after me as I quickly retraced my steps through the halls. Edging around corners and sprinting through lobbies, in hopes of finding an officer to help me, or hell I'll even settle for Mrs. Lope!

They chased after me, calling out for me as they did, but I ignored them. I sighed in relief when I realized I was in the main lobby of the UN building and hurried out the door into the over bearing, loud city of New York. I could still hear them gasping and running after me, but I turned my focus on a police officer just across the street.

"Officer, help me!"

I should have paid more attention to my surroundings, fuck it I should've looked both ways before crossing the street. As I called out for the officer, a dark SUV slams into my side and my head made contact with the wind shield. A sickening crack resounded in my ears as I rolled over the car's roof and into the air. It almost felt like I was flying till I landed on the pavement and my world turned black.