"Vow, no vonder you beat everybody jou fight against," Germany said shocked. America's skill was beyond his own comprehension. America snorted as he laughed.

"Dude, Prussia taught me everything I know. Bayonets and rifles kinda run along the same line for me. They have the same physical structure and Prussia was an excellent teacher when he taught me how to aim. It's all the mechanics of modern tech that make rifles more dangerous," America explained, hugging his albino friend. Suddenly, America was the America they knew and loved, "I'm sorry I kinda turned dark there for a second, but in all honesty being stereotyped as stupid was beginning to aggravate me. You'd be surprised how much you find out when you aren't stuffed with your own ego,"

"Was that a jab at me Alfred?" England asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"What do you think Captain Crumpet?" Alfred teased, making everyone laugh. England just sighed, chuckling softly as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"I think you're a witty little pain in my arse," England smiled softly at his son.

"Whatever, I'm totally not. Anyway, I gathered you all here because I want to help a friend. You guys heard before when I said I donated organs?"

"Yes sweetheart, and that is incredibly sweet of you," Finland rubbed America's head. Sweden patted his back and America chuckled.

"Well, these past few months I took up a new hobby. I honestly didn't expect to grow too attached, but I did. I've been donating bone marrow to the local children's hospital, which is why I've been exhausted as all Hell," the nations smiled fondly. That was just like America to do something so selfless, "Well turns out within a few days my marrow was matched with some little boy, a cute little kid named Caleb. I always hung around the kids, he and the other children couldn't leave the hospital much because of treatment," America had a dazed look in his eyes as he stared at the clock, 11:50, "Once I was matched with him, I met his mother. Nice lady, her name's Claire. She was so happy when she found out her son had been matched, the tears literally flew off of her face. Her husband is overseas serving, right now I'm pulling some strings to get him home to say goodbye," the countries all seemed to notice how sad America got towards the end.

"Lad, what do you mean 'goodbye'" England asked. They all worried for America, as his sapphire eyes began to glisten with unfallen tears.

"Tiny dude only has a few days. It really sucks, he's not even six years old. That's why I'm doing this," he gestured to all the nations, "he wants to be me for a day. I told him I worked with people from around the world and tried to solve problems. Figured it was better than saying that I was a politician. His eyes were so bright when I told him that," Alfred wiped a single tear from his eye, "Might as well make the little man happy for his last few days. Do you think you guys can handle being a bit more gentle on him? He's a strong boy, but not as strong as yours truly," Alfred winked as he flexed, trying to hide the hurt in his eyes. The other nations were heartbroken, especially the motherly nations: China, France, Finland, Belgium, and Hungary. But they all nodded as the clock struck noon.

Suddenly, the door opened. A very beautiful lady with bleach blonde hair, which was done in a french braid, and soft grey eyes entered the room. She was wearing baby blue scrubs and wore no makeup. Her nails were done in a French manicure, perfectly almond shaped. She also wore a necklace around her neck, with a piece of purple sea glass as the pendant. She wheeled in a small boy with curly, strawberry blonde hair and sparkling hazel eyes. He was a pale boy, with red freckles along his rosy, plump, cheeks. He had a bright smile on his face, despite looking so frail. The other nations put on a brave face, especially America. He walked over to Caleb and crouched at his side.

"Wow, Alfie! Are they really from all over the world?!" the boy practically jumped from his wheelchair. The nations all thought the boy was precious, he was still so positive even after being cursed to die so young. China and Belgium instantly fell in love with the young boy. Alfred laughed sweetly as he lightly scruffed Caleb's hair.

"Yep, they are all here to talk about problems that you're going to help solve. Remember the greeting I taught you?" Alfred winked as the boy nodded quickly. Alfred wheeled Caleb to the head desk, where only him, Alfred, and the nurse would sit.

"The World Conference may begin! Where we all discuss and solve the problems of the world! I will represent America today! Please be seated!" Caleb was as loud as he could without straining his voice. The nations all sat at their assigned seats. The seats had their country's name, so this way Caleb could call on them. The meeting was actually nice, not an ounce of chaos was brought forward. Alfred was right beside Caleb, helping him pronounce words and pick countries to call on. It was eventually 3:30, and the countries took a small break. They all sat around Caleb at a long table, eating small snacks. Caleb didn't pack anything, so America pulled out a five dollar bill.

"Zoey, could you get him some milk. There's a fridge in the executive kitchen, just say it's for the summit. The office secretary, Marlene, is selling cookies for a dollar for her daughter's school fundraiser. Just use all the money, his sugar level is low" Alfred said to the nurse, who happily smiled and left. The nations saw this as an opportunity to get to know Caleb, so they all smiled.

"Caleb, what do you like to do for fun aru?" China asked softly. Caleb smiled at China and giggled at the vocal tic.

"I like watching tv, mostly shows like Sailor Moon or Pokemon. But I also like cuddling with my stuffed kitten. Alfred got it for me, so I named it Hero. I like cute things," Japan instantly perked up upon hearing the mention of anime. He shoved China to the side and had a crazy smile.

"You rike anime?! So do I!" Japan excitedly yelped, "So does Arfred" he quickly added. Caleb laughed and nodded at Japan.

"Ve, what's your favorite food?" Italy asked the small child, Caleb's face hurt from smiling so much. The vocal tics and accents made him laugh so much.

"I like pasta the best, but I also like steak with mashed potatoes. My family says that my Irish ancestors use to farm potatoes before a famim hit," Caleb told everyone, causing most of them to chuckle. Northern Ireland smiled fondly and knelt before him.

"It's called a famine lad, and I'm happy your family was able to find sanctuary in America," Northern Ireland looked at America, nodding softly. America nodded back, as Northern Ireland went back to his seat.

"Vhere else is jour family from Caleb?" Prussia asked, representing Eastern Germany in this meeting so this way he could be there. Caleb once again laughed at the accent and put his pointer finger on his chin.

"Well, I'm mostly Irish and Scottish like my mom. But I'm also a bunch of other things: According to my dad I'm also Prussian, German, Italian, Swedish, Russian, Ukrainian, Danish, and a tiny bit Korean because of my Grandma who met my American Grandpa during the Korean War and got married," Caleb finished smiling. The said countries were filled with joy, having been part of this wonderful young child's history and bloodline. By then, Zoey had returned with a glass of milk and five chocolate chip cookies. She gave them all to Caleb, who gave smiled and gave one back to her and the other to Alfred. They both declined and Alfred pet his head.

"You have to keep your sugar up, remember? The meeting still has a while to go. Besides, I already had my snack," Alfred told Caleb sweetly, the nations seeing the broken heart deep within Alfred's gaze. That's when Matthew wanted to lighten the mood.

"So Caleb, what else has Alfred done for you? Anything embarrassing? As his brother I deserve to know eh," Matthew said softly, causing Alfred to blush and Caleb, Zoey, and some nations to laugh. Caleb began to think before coming up with something.

"Well, Alfie sings and dances for me and the other kids at the hospital. His voice is awesome, and so are his dance moves. My favorite is when he sung 'Colors of the Wind' from Pocahontas! It was so beautiful!" Caleb smiled brightly and the nurse nodded in agreement, "He does all sorts of dancing too! One day he did ballet and the very next he did break dancing! He so talented and happy, and when I grow up I want to be just like him!"

The nations were all stunned silent, but still made attempts to smile. America's smile was probably the most strained, the nations could tell how much it hurt America right now to pretend everything was ok. America ruffled the boys hair and giggled.

"You can do anything you put your mind to Caleb, as long as you fight for it," America then stood up and fixed his tie. Caleb finished off his milk and the nurse wiped some from the corner of his mouth, "the meeting should be back underway in about five minutes. Caleb would you like to go to the skyline room and look at the river. I know you don't get a good view of it from the hospital," America offered, making Caleb happily nod. America nodded at the nations as he wheeled out Caleb, the nations' feelings absolutely broken at how America was.

He made the same mistake they made...

He loved a human...

And though it wasn't romantic love...

They all knew this kind of love hurts ten times more...