It was when he accidentally dropped his driver's licenses that they found out.

Italy picked up the plastic card from the floor. "America! You drop your licenses."

America turned around hands going into his jacket pocket. "Oh, thanks, dude. I owe you one."

But before he can reach out to get it another hand took it out of the Italian.

"Hey!"America shouted turning over to the culprit. "Russia what gives!"

"Alfred Foster Jones Jr." He reads loudly allowing all of the G8 to hear. "Tell me, where did the last part come from? England?"

The said man shook his head." I named just gave him the surname Kirkland I don't know where the junior comes from. Canada ?"

The quiet nation jumped hearing his names and all of the eyes on him. "Sorry, I don't know either."

In some sort of weird twisted way America understands where Ivan was coming from most likely, he saw the name once before in a paperwork or something and had that thought in his head.Most likely he was meaning to ask Alfred one day.But why here and now. What's the whole point of making such a big show?

"It's just a nickname everyone gave me when I was little and when I got older it stuck." He lied. 

"You're lying America~" France sang out. You always bite into your cheek when you're lying."

"W-What? Why are you even staring at me like that?"

"I want to know too!" Italy added. "Its rare for nation's to have that sort of addition to their name."

"I-It's a stupid reason alright? No need to get worked up over it!"

"Then why are you so worked up about it as well?" Japan asked.

"Because people are getting in my life. Leave me alone!" The younger nation snapped grabbing his briefcase and stomping out of the meeting room and slamming the door behind him.

"What's with him?" England mumbled to himself. "He never lost his temper like that before."

"Yes, this is the first time he get upset. Did we push his buttons too hard?" France added. "We should find him. Just the three of us : our little family."

Matthew, Alfred older brother wanted to say something to the two somewhere along the line of letting his brother cool off but he know his suggestion would go unheard. Instead he follow the group outside hoping that no cars will be thrown around today.

They found him sleeping on the fields at a local park his arm over his eyes and his briefcase thrown somewhere. If the group were just anyone else they would of thought that Alfred was just someone who lost their jobs.

"Al, are you alright?"Canada asked carefully sitting next to the southern nation.

"Leave me alone Matt." He mumbled. "I don't like it when people bother me."

"But you like to annoy everyone else. Isn't that a bit hypocritical Al?"

"I like to do that to make people feel better."

'How does that work?' Canada thought to himself. "Well then I'm doing the same thing to you . Arthur, Francis and I. You lost your temper today at the meeting."

"I know." Alfred sigh taking his arm away and shift his body to face Matthew. "Sorry about that."

"It's fine,  Russia pushed you too far. But I think it's better if you tell someone or you'll explode again."

"Fine, brings the useless old men. I'll tell the story."

Part two coming out later.