A/N: I actually remember where I was going with this so yaaay and now I can't be a Winey bitch about the last one because this one is so painfully obvious to my brain

America looked up at the door of Romania's hotel room and bit his lip not sure he wanted to go in. He heard some chatting from inside but decided the older country was talking to his 'fairy friends' which seemed to be a common thing with the magical countries. He went to knock on the door when it suddenly opened on his face. Romania walked out of the door closing it when he was outside glancing at the American in confusion.

"America? What are you doing here?" he seemed to be mocking concern as he hid a smirk from showing.

"Dude, first of all, that hurt. Second, what did you do to me! I couldn't get a word in during the meeting today and all of a sudden I'm being only known as Canada's brother!"

"Ah, yes that. Well, I could tell you why that is happening or I can make you suffer a little longer."

Alfred whined loudly, "Come on dude, that's totally not fair I want to go back to being the hero and I can't be the hero while being practically invisible to the world."

Romania thought a moment, "Fine, I'll let one country remember you, but you will not find out who until the next meeting. Until then, figure out who you hurt and once you've figured that out get back to me." with that he left the American to think about what he could have possibly done.

"I didn't do anything though." America called after him walking to his own hotel room with a confused look on his face. While in his room he began to think about certain things he could probably do while being invisible to the world. He needed an accomplice, but who was the person who was going to remember him, he doubted that Canada was going to be it because he technically didn't count since he was America's brother.

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America entered the meeting room not entirely expecting anyone to see him, as he sat down he realized that Russia was staring directly at him. With this being a thing America couldn't help but feel a chill go up his spine as the Russian moved closer to him.

"Yo dude, I'm not in the mood for your bullshit today." he told the Russian with a snappy tone.

"You seem to be especially douchy today, speak. What is on your mind." this obviously was no question and more like a demand.

"Yeah, no. I'm not bringing you into my problems that will only make them bigger."

"Problem has already become part my business."

"Still not saying anything dude."

"Then I guess I can beat you with pipe to get you to speak." Russia gave his signature creepy grin

"How about you go screw yourself instead and leave me alone?" America spat getting up.

"Russia, who the devil are you talking to?" An English voice asked suddenly.

"I am talking to America." He answered simply while the American stared at the Brit with a hopeful look in his eyes.

"America? Who's that?" He questioned.

Alfred stared at England with a crestfallen look on his face, "You bitch..." he normally wouldn't care, but this was different this was his older brother saying this. He walked over to England and grabbed his shoulders shaking him violently, "WHY DON'T YOU REMEMBER ME?!" He cried out tears gathering in his eyes.

England yelped loudly as he was shaken with such strength, he almost went unconscious because of it, however this seemed to hog something in his memory, though it was slightly foggy, "Bloody hell! Get off of me!" He pushes the man off of himself and ran a hand through his hair and straightened his tie, "You're the other half of Canada aren't you?" He questioned.

America backed up his hands going to his sides his eyes scanned the room until they landed on Romania. He stormed over to him, practically shoving England to the ground as he dragged the 'vampire' out of the room making sure to slam the door behind him.

Russia stared at the door and nodded slowly, "Is time to crush him, da? He has no cock left." He chuckled to himself as he imagined an easy take down of America, this time he wouldn't have to threaten him with atom bombs, even though the Cold War was rather fun.

Alfred grabbed his hair and paced glaring at Romania, "Fix this! Fix this now!" He yelled grabbing the Romanian's shoulders harshly, "Fix it dude! I can't handle it!"

"It's barely been a day." The older nation explained putting on his best poker face, "I was also generous enough to give you a friend."

"You don't understand, I don't WANT a friend like Ivan! He's horrible! He's an absolute jerk! Take it back!"

Romania thought about it and stared Alfred down in his bright blue pleading eyes, "Fine I'll take back your only chance at friendship, but I'm not lifting the curse." He explained. Vladimir then forced the American's hands off of his body and began to chant some incoherent words until it eventually subsided.
Alfred looked around and then at Vladimir, wiping at his tearing up eyes, "I hope you understand how much I absolutely hate you, dude."

"The feeling is mutual." With that Romania walked back into the conference room leaving the lone American to his thoughts.

A/N:
Yay! I got back to this! I just had to continue this since I promised I would, I may not be the best author in the world, but I try my darn hardest to be good! I hope you all enjoy this next chapter, more will come, I promise even if it is slow going! That is all, Emily out!