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The nations all gathered in the large conference hall. Most of them were now plenty adjusted to America's time zone, but a few nations such as Greece and South Korea were happily napping. Nations like Switzerland, Norway, and Belarus were all stoic as ever. Nobody could see they were actually very nervous. This was not the case for the main G8 and company, as well as the Nordics. England and Finland paced around the room nervously, France and Sweden doing their best to calm down their spouses. Denmark, Canada, and Prussia were talking quietly, all three of them worried for their young brother. China and Russia were conversing with each other, wondering what could have provoked the usually positive and bubbly nation to have sent such a serious video call. Italy was clinging to Germany, the two of them scared for their strong ally. Japan was jittery, worry contorting his features for his fellow anime buddy. Spain was trying to relax an impatient Romano, who was trying his best to sound angry but failing miserably.

You see it went down like this. A few nights before, America had sent a video to the nations. He wore a black dress shirt with a pair of scarlet slacks, and his hair had been combed back aside from Nantucket. The top button of the shirt was undone, showing his strong collarbone to the ones who watched. He wore a white gold chain with a cross, one that Romano had gifted him. America wore an alarming expression, only a few select nations could recognize it. His sapphire eyes were serious and narrow, and his posture was completely straight. America was sitting in his black, Italian leather office chair, clearly wanting to show his power as his hands folded on his lap. He looked straight into the camera, and everyone knew that this video meant business.

It wasn't very often America would be so serious. But his tone, his look, his aura all led to this being a very serious matter. Had they not known America as the bright and happy man he normally was, they might have mistaken him for a mob boss. Russia was the only one to truly witness America at his full power and shutters at the thought of it. Yes, America was a young and kind nation. But by no means was the man stupid or naive. When America got like this, they listened.

"Hello, fellow nations. I'm sorry if I have inconvenienced you in any way, but the matter at hand is urgent. I must request all formidable nations to meet at the Gleacher Center in Chicago, Illinois. All meals, dorm facilities, and air travel expenses will be provided to you and completely paid for. I advise packing for tropical climates, as Chicago's weather report and NASA satellites have measured the temperatures to be from 36 to 38 Celcius,"

((98-102 F for my fellow Americans))

America reached forward and pressed a key on his keyboard, "all of you receiving this video have now been sent the airfare tickets. Private first class planes will be landing in any airport you choose. The directions to the meeting facility as well as the picture of your given cabbie will also be provided. Lastly will be a digital code for your luxury hotel rooms. The meeting will take place this Friday, noon sharp. Do not be late. Have a great rest of your day, America signing out"

It made all them curious since everything was absolutely wonderful! The planes each one of them had ridden on were comfortable and quiet, providing phenomenal service and high-quality food. Their drivers were exceedingly friendly and professional and declined the tips offered since a tip had 'already been provided' for them. Their hotel suites were the epitome of grandeur: the beds were king sized and were made with plush sheets, there were HD 400K televisions with a multitude of gaming software and videogames, nice leather sofas with reclining seats, bright chandeliers that lit up the entire facility, eat-in kitchens with luxury appliances and food filled fridges, tiny chocolates on the satin pillows, unlimited room service paid for by America's VISA, and spacious bathrooms with complimentary robes. From what they witnessed, this trip must have been of great importance.

"Does anyone have a single clue on why we're here?" England asked frantically.

"Whatever the reason it must be important," Hungary replied. Switzerland gasped and clutched his chest. Liechtenstein looked at her big brother worriedly, as did Austria.

"I just ran the costs of everything. I think I'm going to faint," Switzerland showed the nations his math, "each one of us was given the same treatment! We all got the private plane, the posh limo, and luxury hotel suite. Then there is the venue, which is undoubtedly the most exclusive board room we have ever been in! All our food has been provided, as well as basic necessities like toiletries and even some extra luxuries like gaming stations. Giving the cost of each of us put together, that's over 8.6 million dollars!" Switzerland yelled, beginning to hyperventilate. The nations were all worried now, what was so important? A cough was heard from the doorway, and there stood America.

"You're off by a few thousand there Switzy. Just to give all your cabbies a tip cost me a good two grand or so. Plus the tips for the maids, pilots, and chefs I hired in all parts of your journey, that was a nice 10K. The fuel for the planes and cabs, 38K. The hotel suites were 12K, plus room service which was an additional 5K," he glared at Prussia and Denmark since the said nations held a large gaming party, "the airfare ranged, Canada was the cheapest cause like duh he's literally over there," he pointed north, "so he was only 1K. But the most expensive was a tie between China and Russia, both at 14K for everything. Russia wouldn't have cost much if he was normal and flew out from Moscow or St. Petersburg. But no, the big guy decided to be pain and fly out from fucking Novosibirsk! Do you know how hard it was to get a plane authorized to land at the Tolmachevo Airport! I swear you did that on purpose, ya bastard!" The others were stunned silent as he continued, "then there was a matter of tipping the flight attendants and paying for all the snacks and meals. So you all wracked up a good 21K there. Which by the way, Gilbert, 'you must be a pilot, cause you've been flying through my mind this entire flight' is the single most genius yet stupid pick up line I have ever heard in my life!" Gilbert blushed as his boyfriend elbowed him, causing Prussia to kiss his little maple man's temple.

"Cher stop!" France yelped, "why are you doing zis?"

"Yea Alfred, this isn't like you," Canada followed.

"I never thought your government the type of chunk out cash so carelessly like that, aru" China was curious, and tilted his head cutely, "now it makes sense why you owe me so much,"

"The government had nothing to do with this," Alfred said smiling softly, "I paid for everything out of my own pocket. It's all money I have earned and saved throughout the decades, with my own hands and willpower. Believe me, you didn't even come close to cleaning out the account. I still have close to five billion, so it's not like it matters," America shrugged. Spain choked on his tomato, Austria spat out his water, and Switzerland looked like he was about to pass out.

"What the bloody hell?! Where did you get all that money from?!" England asked, his eyes livid.

"Odd jobs, donating some of my organs, plus anything I don't need from my paycheck. It also is composed of what I write off when I do my taxes, believe it or not, I write out all my Mcdonald's receipts from meetings because I can't focus with an empty stomach. That alone gets me back a good 20K. The reason it wracks up so much so quickly is because of interest," America said shrugging, making all their jaws drop. America cons and cheats his own government.

"What kind of odd jobs?" Denmark asked.

"Hm, well during the Great Depression I took an alias named Cataline Ruth and opened a safe house. I housed boys who had come from different states in hopes of finding a job. The state paid me 200 bucks a week and in return, I had to feed, cloth and provide for the boys. Back then I had more curves so disguising myself was incredibly easy. I also have worked request for different police departments all over the country, Chicago included. Believe me, some stuff I have seen on these streets will give you nightmares. I was also a hitman, more like an assassin. Anytime someone betrayed my government, I picked them off," his glare turned to ice, "Once during a drug raid, the guy had got a helicopter to escape. I was a few buildings away, and there were too many obstructions to get him directly. So, I propped up my rifle, aimed, and shot the helicopter pilot right between the eyes. I'm a better shot than all of you combined, and can snipe from over three kilometers away, without a scope,"

((that's 9,842.52 feet))

The countries were completely quiet, they had never known America to be so skilled in the art of deception and conning. He truly was a man and a nation to be feared.