So I'm pretty much on the RusAme fanclub train now, I just really love this pairing

I've decided to try writing a long fic between these two now instead of just short one shots. It's set in a universe where they are humans instead of nations, and its Nyotalia since the female versions never really get much attention either.

I hope you like it and please follow, favourite and review

Amelia yawned wearily, padding across the apartment hallway to the kitchen. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, trying to adapt to the bright and shiny world around her, she never had been a morning person. She really needed to stop playing video games so late at night when she had class. Her blonde waves were frizzier than usual, drool still dripping from her mouth a little. Her eyes blank and calm, sleep still lingering in her system. The urge to return to the warmth of her blanket fort was a great temptation.

She always knew in order to achieve her goals the road would never be easy, she would face all sorts of trials. Emotional, psychological and physical, pushing her limits and testing her self worth. But she had been chasing this dream since she was a little girl, and she would see it through to the end no matter what. Though she had to admit, the weird time schedule really didn't help, sometimes they were hella early, sometimes they were really late at night and sometimes they took place in the afternoon. This was one of the early days.

Her favourite superwoman pyjama hung loosely off one shoulder, flashing her collar bones. Her star covered matching shorts revealed her long creamy legs, her curvaceous yet slender figure on show. She needed coffee, badly. The trek to make a fresh brew every morning was so hard, especially when she hated to leave the warmth of her bed. Why did all of her classes have to start so damn early, the term bright eyed and bushy tailed was not a mantra that she could get on board with. She would never understand these perky morning birds who were so chirpy when it was still dark out. She had always wanted to be a police officer, to become a heroine of the people, fight crime and do what was right. But she hated the fact that in order to do so, she had to put sleep on the line. How was she supposed to function without sleep at all?

"Dobroye utro Amelia" a playfully sweet voice replied. She had appeared to finally be awake, she didn't know how her roommate could spend all her time sleeping. Did she have no desire to achieve her goals? Honestly, she really was a very lazy individual. She herself was more of an early bird, preferring to go to bed at a reasonable hour so she woke up at a decent time. Leaving her in a better mood than Amelia on a morning.

Amelia winced, a feeling of frustration, confusion and annoyance filling her body all at once. She sometimes regretted making Anya her roommate, but for more than one reason nowadays. Back in their years at high school, she and the Russian female had been rivals in every sense of the word. Who was better at sports, who had better grades (usually Anya), who was the prettiest etc. Stupid stuff like that. However, in recent years she had found herself crushing on her roommate/ on and off rival. Though she adamantly denied to anyone else that he feeling such emotions was out of the question. Her long silky ivory blonde hair, her piercing violet eyes, her slender yet curvaceous figure, her large shapely breasts. Her luminous pale skin that was always so perfect, Amelia questioned if she was even human. Anya was perfect, like a doll. But if not for her warped personality she would like her even more.

Amelia frowned, just when she thought her morning was going to a good start. However, Alice had always taught her, sometimes being sarcastic or painfully nice would scare people off. However, that was often hard to do "Morning" she mumbled sleepily. She couldn't remember the last time they went food shopping or whose turn it even was, so what she could have for breakfast was a complete mystery. Sometimes she just threw things together and called it food. She could cook, it depended on how motivated she was to go to all that trouble.

Anya was sat at the breakfast table, her usual sweet but terrifying smile on her face. A cup of steaming coffee in her hand adorned in a white sleeveless spaghetti strap nightgown. The nightgown was made of silk and reached her lower thigh, plain with no decoration. Even on a morning, she looked immaculate, no dark circles, no look of exhaustion, no messy bed hair, no bad mood. She was all chirpy and good spirited, in fact, how happy she was worried Amelia just a little.

Anya tilted her head curiously, the smile not wavering "You want coffee? It's fresh brewed" she asked in a cheery tone. Until she came to live with Amelia she had been a religious tea drinker, but after a while, she had come to love both beverages. She loved the soothing taste of tea that helped calm her when she was stressed, but she also loved coffee to give her a fast boost and all the styles it came in. The bitter taste of coffee and the fragrance of tea.

Amelia shifted, she was always a little sceptical of Anya due to the fact she played pranks so easily. However, instead of being funny they were often scary or traumatic. But she was in need of coffee to help get her ready for the day ahead, and it would be rude to say no. "Sure…" she trailed off. However, her gaze did not once avert from the russian female, making sure she didn't try anything funny with her coffee. I mean the tamest she would do was put salt in it, but sometimes she put frogs or bugs in her coffee.

Anya got to her feet, bouncing on the balls of her feet and humming a tune to herself. Today she felt very motivated, it was a lovely morning and she had her classes today. She hoped to see her friends and get closer to achieving her dreams. While Amelia wanted to become a police officer to follow her dream of being a heroine. Being able to save lives and protect the innocent from crime, much like the people she read about in comic books. She wondered if the blonde ever really took it seriously, given she tended to sleep in and sometimes doze off in the written part of her classes. Anya, on the other hand, wanted to become a doctor to help the sick. Being able to save lives too but in a different way, from disease and injury. Being able to change and preserve lives with medicine. However, her idols were mostly historical rather than fictional like her roommates were.

She poured a fresh cup of coffee into a mug for Amelia, to which the latter was now sat at the table in silence. Peering at Anya in confusion and hesitance, as it was not normal for Anya to be this nice. Unless they had a common goal or enemy that is. "You're awfully chipper this morning, did a person you hate suffer something traumatic?" Amelia asked suspiciously, her tone somewhat mocking. Anya was known for her childish cruelty and sometimes sadistic streak. This often came into play with people she didn't like or who wronged her. As a hero, Amelia made it her goal to try and prevent any of these antics from coming to pass.

Anya turned to face Amelia, a look of confusion on her face. A glint of hurt in her eyes as she heard these words being spoken. She was used to people being cruel to her, assuming her to be nothing more than a sadistic beauty, when in fact she was anything but. Yes, she liked to tease, play pranks on people and scare them sometimes. But she never wanted to hurt them, she never had that intention. She just wanted to fit in, she wanted to have friends. Amelia said cruel things to others sometimes and they laughed, when she did it however, it only further isolated her.

However, as to not give Amelia that satisfaction she simply sighed and forced one of her usual smiles on her face. Why did her roommate always have to think the worst of her? Like she had no soul and simply enjoyed to see other people suffering? Yet people never seemed to remember how badly they had once treated her too "Nyet, it is simply a beautiful day sunflower" she replied in a mocking tone. Knowing how much that name wound up Amelia. Because she felt like she was being made fun of.

Amelia shivered, she hated that name. She knew that Russia used it as a term of affection but to her, it just felt creepy. Like Anya was talking to her like a pet or something, it made her skin crawl. She decided trying to push Anya any further today would only make matters worse. She took the coffee from her roommate and started to down it, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible.

Amelia sped down the hallway to her class, trying to repress and vent any memories of her morning with Anya. Yet again she had been left with complicated emotions that only left her conflicted on their relationship as roommates and semi-rivals. Why did her roommate have to be so cute and yet so manipulative? She knew how to make people so what she wanted all while wearing a smile. But at the same time, had a sense of childish innocence that scared and confused the hell out of her. She would never admit the number of times she had thought about kissing Anya. That was a secret she would happily live with for the rest of her student years, maybe life. The thought of telling the Russian that she liked her, Anya would laugh and mock her for years to come.

Yes, Anya had a semi-warped personality that she really did hate. Pretty much the epitome of a love hate rivalry relationship which only made matters more complicated. However, a lot of times she had noticed that Anya was unaware of her cruel nature. Times when she simply wanted to join in her intimidating aura scared people off. When she tried to do something nice people believed she either had hidden motives or it was a prank. Honestly, it was hard to explain how she felt about Anya. She didn't completely trust her at times, but she couldn't bring herself to treat her badly.

Her strong love of children, as shown by how well she got along with her brothers said a lot. She was a medical student and that career could possibly lead to being a child doctor if she so chose to be. Her career had a million different paths in which her life could lead. But her jealousy and possessiveness of what she believed to be hers could be a little off-putting. It could range from objects to people to just about anything. Her childish cruelty often coming into play yet again. But she was naive to how these actions could be seen as bad, she just didn't like to share what she believed belonged to her. A heavy groan escaped her lips, she really knew how to pick them didn't she? She had always had a weakness for cute girls and charming boys. She had never thought she could come to develop a crush on a girl whom back in high school she hated more than vegetables.

"Ohayo Amelia-san" a familiar friendly voice called. She seemed to be in a bigger hurry this morning than usual, however, she had not slept in today as it was still early. But that was unusual for her given her nature as a night owl. Perhaps her roommate was having a good effect on her. Starting to become more organized and motivated with her schedule.

Amelia turned and softened, her good friend Sakura Honda approached from behind. She was a mutual friend via her adopted sister Alice whom she shared many hobbies with. Why couldn't Anya be as nice as her? She should really take some lessons. "Morning Sakura" she mumbled. It was nice to see a familiar face after this morning. She could still feel her skin crawling from that smile on her face. It was so sweet yet it carried the appearance that she was hiding something, up to no good.

Sakura blinked, Amelia was not in high spirits as she usually would be on a morning. Her enthusiastic energy and the positive mood were not as obvious which was a little confusing. She had gotten used to the hyperactive joy the American carried, but today it seemed a little less than usual. "Is something wrong Amelia-san?" she asked in a worried tone. As her friend, she would do her best to comfort her worries and bring her relief to whatever problems she had.

Amelia shifted, very few people knew of her intense crush on Anya. The only people to know so far was her sister Maddie, her adopted older sister Alice and Marie. But then she had grown up with them so they knew her all too well for her to keep secrets. Her face dusted light pink, she hated how easily Anya had crawled under her skin and affected her so easily. It was like she had cast a spell on her to make her feel this way, taking away any rational sense she had. But Sakura was a good friend, she would never tell anyone's secrets unless in their best interest. She had good morals and was a trustworthy person, she had respect for the wishes of other people. A good person through and through.

"So, Amelia-san. You carry romantic interest in Anya-san but are too afraid to confess your affections for her. Is that right?" Sakura replied casually. She had known of their attraction for some time, many people did. It was very obvious to sense the tension between the two of them. However, not many people interfered as Amelia hated to be teased and nobody wanted to get on the wrong side of Anya. Though a scary person, Anya had her good merits too. She was very well read and intelligent, she loved flowers and was very good with children. Though she was naïve and big-hearted, it was best to be cautious around her. In other words, she was like a child in a grown woman's body.

Amelia shifted, her face reddening. How she had fallen this far she had no idea, of all the people she could have fallen for it was her ex-high school rival. That sounded as pathetic as she felt. But she knew Japan would never tell a soul. It often scared her how mature Sakura was, carrying the intellect of someone beyond her years. No wonder so many people went to her for help and admired her so deeply. She was very reliable and seemingly always had an answer to whatever problem came her way, always remaining optimistic.

Sakura sighed, being a senior student and older than Amelia she knew a little bit more about relationships than her friend did. Love was indeed complicated, given the complex machine that was the human heart and brain. But, sometimes you had to take a risk when it came to love, because for some it made things more exciting to enter unknown territory. "I do understand your cautiousness. But wouldn't telling her, be better than affecting your mental health by repressing your emotions?" she suggested wearily. Her constant repression of her love and denial of her feelings would only make her feel worse.

"Yeah, that sounds like a foolproof plan. Go up to Anya with flowers, give some bold gesture. Hey Anya, I think you're a looker. Wanna hook up?" Amelia mocked in frustration. Anya would either think it was a joke and hate her. Or she would laugh at her, stamp on her still beating heart and reject her coldly, forever using it against her as a weapon. Then tell everyone she knew at how pathetic Amelia was for thinking she was good enough to even attempt to date her. She really knew how to pick them, didn't she? God, why could she never simply fall for the normal girls, always the unusual, scary or bad ones?

Anya was so complicated as a person telling her how she felt could only end badly. So silent pining, interior mental breakdowns and frustration seemed like such a better option. I mean people dealt with crushes for years, didn't they? She could totally live with this. She just had to deal with her emotions by eating ice cream, going on long runs, listening to angsty music and pining for her crushes affection and praying she paid attention to her or noticed her feelings.

Sakura laughed lightly, a look of discomfort on her face. Her dating approach somewhat differed from Amelia so she couldn't really comment. But she could give advice to a friend in need as best she could. "I think coffee sounds best, don't you agree?". Amelia loved coffee, it was one of her favourite beverages. Why not simply go with a more casual setting that would allow them to both relax and make conversation. It made matters less complicated and put less pressure on Amelia to make an impression on her crush.

Amelia hummed, she did love coffee and Anya liked fancy places. She knew a few good places and could at least make a move by paying for both of them. She may have been a student but she could at least afford coffee. They could get to know each other on a romantic basis there, being able to loosen up and feel comfortable with herself. "I guess" she mumbled, Anya was a very hard girl to please. If you overdid it, she thought you were trying to show her up, if you didn't put in enough effort you thought less of her.

Sakura couldn't help but smile, it was not often you saw the always confident and full of positivity Amelia acting so awkward and shy. She was a very attractive girl, given how popular she was with classmates. Seeing her so anxious was a rare thing to see. "Many of our classmates call you cute yes? I'm surprised you are putting yourself in such low spirits" she teased. Amelia had a very lean and slender figure, given her love of sports made up for the junk food she liked to eat. Many classmates wished for the figure that she carried. She was wearing a white O neck short-sleeved T-shirt, blue skinny jeans and red and white converse, along with her favourite bomber jacket. She already appeared down to earth and approachable. Her figure complimented by her choice in clothes. Dressing like herself and showing her openness as a human being.

Amelia scoffed, yes she was aware of how popular she was with other classmates. Though sadly some of them only wanted her for one thing, her body. "Yeah, but she's called the sadist angel for a reason y'know" she reminded her friend. She was infamous for the girls who had asked her out which either ended in rejection or a heartbreak after a short romance. Never being able to forget about the relationship they had with her, but depending on the girl it was either a positive or negative experience.

Sakura couldn't compare her love life to Amelia's, given she was in a happy romance with her best friends adopted sister. Alice treated her well, they respected each other and were very happy. What made her more grateful was the fact that her best friend helped them get together. Before their courtship which led to their happy relationship, they had been close friends with a lot of mutual interests. "Amelia-san, I cannot compare my love life to your own. But sometimes one must take a leap of faith, simply hoping that things fall into place".

Amelia sighed, she knew that Sakura was right but then again she was rarely if ever wrong. She was already one of the smartest girls in their college, it didn't take a genius to figure that out. But her intellect was not simply down to book smarts, she was knowledgeable in life as well. She had never once gotten bad advice from her on anything "Thanks, Sakura" she replied gratefully. She really did know how to ease her worries and bring back her confidence when she needed it most.

Sakura smiled, glad to see Amelia had regained her confidence again "The pleasure is mine Amelia-san. That is what friends are for isn't it?" she reminded the blonde. Though Amelia did tend to wear her out, cause problems and often scared her with her lack of self-awareness at times. She had a good heart and it showed in her actions. She was simply a lonely girl who sought the love of the girl she was carrying affections for.

Amelia got to her feet, she still had some time before class and she would just make it. But talking to her friend and venting these feelings out, it made her feel much better. Her mind now cleared and ready to take on the day without fear. She waved quickly to Sakura before hurrying off down the hall, Sakura was right. She couldn't look back and she had to take this chance.

Russia sat in silence under a tree, a book in her hand as she absentmindedly flipped the pages of a book as the flowers danced in the wind. She loved her moment of peace like this, being able to simply distance her mind from the world around her. She never had to worry about peace and quiet when she was alone. Most people were too scared to speak to her anyway, so she never had to worry about unwanted attention. As well as her love of flowers, she also carried a long term interest in fairy tales spanning from her childhood. Stories of dragons, princesses and happy endings, given her lack of joy in her real life. She could be anyone she wanted, imagining these characters as if they were her friend. She could simply sit here, people watching while her mind remained locked in the pages of a book. Watching the world go by, in her own company and listening to people go about their day.

Sometimes people found it worrying or scary how she related to the antihero or villain in a story. But in truth, it was because she understood their isolation, loneliness and backstories that caused them to become who they were. Hurt by the world around them that caused them to become bitter. She had spent a lot of her childhood being bullied or protected by her older brothers. Being treated like a delicate flower which later caused her to have outbursts and threaten people. Due to the fact the memories of the pain she held as a child came out and she lost control. She hated being called a monster, she hated being called a bully and she hated being feared. She was not a bad person, she never wanted to hurt anyone. All she wanted was to be loved, to have friends.

She had few friends who truly understood her, she dreamed of love but could never make someone stay with her. But her social anxiety and sometimes childish cruelty made it hard for her to ever connect with another person fully. Mainly due to a lot of misunderstandings, never truly able to explain her actions or true intentions, people always thinking the worst of her. She sometimes hated how popular her roommate was because it felt like she was mocking her. How loved and accepted she was by everyone despite how obnoxious she could be. Yet she tried to fit in and was usually just quiet, to which people tended to avoid her altogether.

"Goodness, out here all alone again. Did you and Amelia have a fight again?" a familiar English voice scolded. Just when she thought these two had finally buried the hatchet and decided to get along. It seemed after all these years later they hadn't learned a thing, they needed to put these petty arguments behind them and start to act more maturely. If they had problems, they needed to speak it out like adults and overcome this and see how they could change matters.

Anya blinked and looked up silently, standing nearby was Alice Kirkland. The adopted older sister of her roommate. At times she wondered how Alice had tolerated her growing up, given the pain in the ass she could be. "Hello Alice" she replied in a friendly manner. Among the many people who were not scared of her, Alice Kirkland was one of the few. Though wary around her, she carried no air of hostility and never once made fun or isolated herself from her. Much like her ex-girlfriend Yue, she saw her for who she truly was on the inside.

Alice approached, carrying a book under her arm. She had been researching magic and charms in the library, though it was hard to find something new given how many she had read so far. She, like Anya, was bullied for a great number of reasons. However, she at least had a few people who looked out for her and truly loved her. Something Anya was a little jealous of. "I know Amelia is not the easiest person to live with. But distancing yourself will not help the bond between you grow. Perhaps if you tried harder to talk it out…." she encouraged. They weren't in high school anymore, these two had shown signs of improvement yet still argued occasionally.

Anya smiled in amusement, it was saddening to know Amelia had not inherited this sense of maturity from her sister. She still had a lot of growing up to do, maybe one day she could be as smart and sensible as Alice. "Nyet Alice. Me and your sister have not argued today. Though I admit she is in an odd mood today" she explained calmly. She was glad someone around here could see that her roommate was not as perfect as people believed her to be. It was a rather delightful breath of fresh air.

Alice softened, relieved to know that Amelia had not upset Anya again. As malicious and intimidating as she appeared, she knew that Anya was not as wicked as people made her out to be. If anything, she was a little more complicated than that. Anya was a lonely if not somewhat misunderstood girl, due to her lack of awareness of her own actions. Whenever she got close to someone who understood her, she became possessive and jealous which tended to scare people off. She didn't mean to be creepy, she was just scared of being alone.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips, she knew Anya would simply continue to sit here by herself and disconnect from others. She would never make any friends if she continued to do so. She then approached Anya and took her hand gently "I'm having a little tea party with Marie, I always make far too much. I do believe sweets make one feel better when down" she explained. She couldn't watch Anya sit here all alone with her thoughts like this. It reminded her too much of her own childhood which deeply broke her heart.

Anya gave a confused look as she was pulled to her feet by the English girl. Being led away somewhere, she wasn't asking she was ordering. Though people believed Alice to be a pushover and weak, she had once been a punk and an ex delinquent, get on her bad side and these personalities came out. Alice was good at getting people to do what she wanted when she put in enough effort and attitude. But she admired that, her persuasiveness. The fact she knew how to get people to do what she wanted if she so wished.

Beads of sweat trickled down Amelia's face, her breathing heavy. Balancing on her feet and wiping her brow wearily, thank god for her stamina. She never would be able to continue training without it. The training helped work out her feelings and given her strong crush, she had a lot to vent. Alice had always said repressing your emotions was never a healthy thing to do, well now she had a way to work her feelings out and figure out her future at the same time.

"Gott verdammt Amelia, you've gotten stronger. I knew my awesome teaching would rub off eventually" Maria praised proudly. She had watched Amelia grow up from being a naïve girl to a blossoming young woman. Her training and tactics had helped her become even stronger and get closer to her goals. It was a proud day when your student started to show improvement and show how her lessons were rubbing off on them. But she had a long way to go before she overpowered her in terms of skill.

"Thanks, Maria" Amelia panted wearily, but her tone was happy. Maria was her senior in police training. She was older than her by a couple of years and a police trainee herself, but by a year. The two of them working towards becoming official officers. Though she hated to admit it, she had hoped that her goal would impress Anya just a little. Yet she simply ignored her and acted like she was doing this for attention, despite it being her dream for many years. She really hated how cruel Anya could be at times because she never seemed to realize how her words cut deep. Surely as a loner, she knew how painful it was when people said cruel words about you.

Maria smiled mischievously as Amelia wiped her face with a towel. She seemed more motivated than usual, something was on her mind for sure. And being the awesome classmate that she was, she would support her friend with whatever was bothering her. "You have a cute guy on your mind? Or perhaps some cute babe?" she teased. She was well aware of Amelia's bisexuality, she had twice as many people to love which she found awesome. If anyone gave her harassment for being Bi, she would put them in their place without hesitation whatsoever.

Amelia stiffened, her body turning like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. As dense and cocky as she could be sometimes, Maria was no fool. She could be very perceptive when she wanted to be. Hiding her face in her towel, desperate not to be seen blushing like a schoolgirl. "Y.. Yeah" she mumbled into the towel, she had really hoped to wait to tell her. But you couldn't keep anything from Maria, she found out everyone's secrets somehow.

The German woman's face lit up brightly, a look of hyperactive happiness spreading across her face. Nearly jumping up and down on the spot like a child who was going to disneyland. "I knew it! Finally, you found yourself an awesome person! Tell me who it is, besties tell each other everything" Maria gloated happily. She rushed up to Amelia, hugging her happily. Winding her arm around her shoulder and ruffling her hair affectionately. She thought Amelia would be single forever. It took her long enough to meet someone.

Amelia shifted and blushed, feeling as awkward as ever. She knew that Maria and Anya had history, the two were once upon a time involved during their time in high school. Making her feel intimidated in their history together like she wouldn't be good enough. "I… It's my roommate. Anya… Anya Braginskaya" she stammered bashfully. There was a long silence in the room, so echoing you could hear a pin drop in the background. The sound of Maria's teasing laughter now disappeared in an instant. Only making the situation even more uncomfortable, the tension in the air rising.

Maria's mischievous smile became serious, her eyes hard. Conflict arising in her body, she was very fond of Amelia like a little sister. Causing her to worry about whom she had fallen in love with. At one point she was involved with Anya, more of a friends with benefit's situation. She never held any romantic feelings for Anya, neither did the latter for her. They were both lonely, she was in love with Daniel and Anya was simply desperate for affection. They later broke up as it wasn't doing either of them any favours or making them happy. Anya was, of course, angry with her, but more so because she wanted Prussia to love her which she never would. Causing a lot of tension when they eventually ended their relationship, to which they didn't speak to each other for a long time. They were now on better terms but she knew Anya would never forgive her.

Maria sighed, removing her arm from Amelia's shoulders "Ja, that would make sense. You've always had a type, the cute ones" she muttered her tone mocking amusement. She just hoped that Amelia knew what she was getting herself into. She then turned to Amelia with a serious face, no sense of humour in her tone or eyes. "That girl, I don't have to tell you she has issues. Many are not of her own fault, she had a difficult childhood which I sure as hell didn't help with. But more so, she's a lonely person. All she ever wanted from anyone as a kid was love".

Amelia's expression became worried and guilty, she knew Maria regretted what she had done in the past. She had a connection to Anya a long time ago before eventually dating her childhood crush Daniel. She had used Anya to fill a hole and eventually broke up their relationship put of self-hatred. Never expecting Anya to fall in love with her. She knew Anya was now over her, but bitter that she had never once been truly loved by Maria. That was a feeling she would never get over.

Maria folded her arms, an adult air flowing around her. Showing the maturity she kept repressed inside of her, held up by the facade of immaturity that she showed to everyone else. "Don't break her heart Amelia, but then again she may do the same back to you. Approach her like the heroine you are, but don't get too carried away is all" Maria warned. Anya was not an easy person to love, despite the craving for affection she carried. Anyone who got close to her knew that, because once she trusted you, she showed everything, it was just whether or not you could handle it.

Amelia nodded bravely, pretty much what Maria was telling her was not to fuck up as she had. Anya didn't easily forgive those who broke her heart, she either cut them off completely or she made their life a living hell. The few who ended things well, she looked at them as close friends "Thanks Maria". She knew she was looking out for her, Maria had always been like a big sister to her which she appreciated her. In fact she had been one of her inspirations for wanting to become a police officer, to be as cool and confident as she was.

Maria's expression turned back to her usual goofy smile "Now run along heroine. You're stinking up the place" she teased in amusement. Though she really hoped that time wouldn't repeat itself and their relationship work this time, instead of how much she fucked up. She would watch from afar and give advice where she could, but this was mostly a journey Amelia had to experience herself.

Anya, Alice and Marie sat together in silence a peaceful yet awkward ambience in the air. A freshly brewed pot of tea on the table, as well as a bounty of freshly baked goods made by Alice and Marie respectively. Given they liked to outdo one another, due to a deep seeded rivalry that started during their childhood. Despite their rivalry, there had always been a strong sexual and romantic tension between the two of them.

Marie had been crushing on Alice since they were kids, but never truly confessed her love to Alice. Instead, she used playground teasing in order to get her to notice her. Causing her grief when Alice ended up in a relationship with someone else, her heart broken. However, being the big sister nation that she was. She praised the happiness between Alice and Sakura, seeing how happy the Asian nation made the English girl. Never involving herself and instead, protecting them from anyone who would attempt to come between them.

Marie sipped her tea, a weary expression on her face "Mon Dieu, I really don't know how you put up with her antics Anya. That girl always has been a handful" she grumbled. Though she had a good heart deep down, she was often clueless, overthought situations and bad at communication when it came to romance. She still had such a long way to go before she became a proper young lady, perhaps she had been too spoiled growing up, she and Alice had doted on her quite a bit as a child.

Alice frowned, Amelia had always hated patronizing. They both used to give her a hard time growing up, but she had tried to wean off in recent years. But Marie was still rather bad for this. "I could say the same about our bloody friendship, Amelia isn't a bad girl. I'd say Madeline is certainly the most mature. But she still has a lot to learn, especially about love" she argued defiantly. Making mistakes and learning from them was part of growing up, Amelia was just taking her time to learn all of this.

"Which I could give her advice on" Marie grumbled. She was openly bisexual much like Amelia was, however, she was more efficient as a lover. She knew how to treat a woman well and she knew how to act like the perfect lady when dating men. If anything she was infamous for being a heartbreaker. But she never intentionally hurt people, she simply knew about the ups and downs of love. If only Amelia would come to her for help, she would teach her everything she knew.

Anya shifted, she had never really gotten on well with Marie. Though she was mature at times and called herself the big sister of the nations. She was often patronizing, a show-off and loved to tease other nations. Tending to act like her culture and style was better than everyone else. She was glad Alice had asked her to tea, knowing it had been a gesture of genuine kindness. However, she often found herself either overwhelmed by France or found her to be annoying. But her more common emotion was neutral, she had never really been bothered by the French woman in general.

"Amelia is a very confident person, she is well loved and popular. I guess what I don't like about her is how she has never had to work for the attention she gets. But what I find endearing is that she only ever breaks her façade around me, she shows her awkwardness, competitive side and embarrassment more around me" she admitted. Amelia always showed a smile and friendliness towards other people, a beaming ball of sunshine that never faltered. However, around her, she was more competitive, stubborn and often awkward or easily embarrassed. Something she never seemed to understand.

Marie smirked in amusement, sipping her tea silently while trying to restrain the laughter in her throat. Poor Anya was so naïve, she had no idea that sweet Amelia was crushing so hard on her it was painful. If only she could realize the feelings her roommate had for her. Though she knew it would annoy Alice and Amelia if she interfered, she doubted Anya would end up with her crush otherwise, desperate measures had to be taken sometimes after all. They would continue bouncing back and forth if not.

Alice tried to control the laughter that wanted to escape her lips, to shake Anya over the table and explain her adopted sister was in love with her. But it was not her place to interfere, so she could only give advice. She would have to keep an eye on Marie so she didn't do so, she had a bad habit of interfering when she shouldn't. "Amelia is an awkward girl, she's certainly come a long way. You becoming her roommate has certainly helped her mellow out. But you could both do with communicating better with each other. Especially if you want your relationship to grow".

Anya stared into her teacup, she always tried to communicate with Amelia. She was socially awkward and found Amelia hard to understand but she tried. All she wanted was to make friends and for people to understand she was not the cruel person they believed her to be. She always heard the whispers and rumours that people said about her, she always saw the looks of fear people gave her even when they tried to hide it. She knew that many people were only friends with her because of the benefits that came with it. Causing her to feel even more isolated and lonely than she had been as a child. Very few people were truly a friend to her, her brothers, Alice, her ex-lover Yue and now America had truly opened up to her. Making her grateful to the fact these people had shown her kindness and knew better than to think of her as a bad person. "I just wish she was more honest, it's hard to tell what she is thinking sometimes".

"Maybe you should take the first step mon Cher, you are far more mature than our little Amelia" Marie encouraged. There was only a year age difference between them, but the maturity between them was very prominent. They were complete opposites, but then that would only make them more compatible. Alice nodded in agreement, she may not have been good with people. But Anya needed to look inside of herself and find great courage if she wanted to make things work between her and Amelia. Maybe she could try using her feminine charms and seduction to make a better impression on the younger girl.

Anya felt a little better, glad she had accepted Alice's offer for tea. She was one of the few people she felt calm around. Being able to vent her feelings and understand Amelia from the people who knew her best changed her perspective, perhaps Amelia was scared but for a different reason. She was scared that she wouldn't love her. "Spasibo Alice" she muttered gratefully. If she had not accepted her kind gesture she never would be able to figure out the confused emotions that lay within her. She would have to follow her instinct, attempt to read Amelia's body language a little better. Trying to push her insecurities to try and get out of her comfort zone to try to seduce the American. At least she knew who to go to when she needed to talk.

Anya headed back to her apartment in silence, she remembered that Amelia had a love of horror movies and they had no classes tomorrow. Though she found many of the movies Amelia liked to be boring, she knew of a few good movies she found entertaining. She had never really been a fan of the movies from Amelia's nation, they were either too cheesy or not really scary in her opinion. But she knew that Amelia enjoyed them which is what mattered here. She had done some research on movies that Amelia would like, found the number for a good take away and some snacks and beverages. So they would be prepared for all the things that Amelia liked, which she knew would make her happy. However, after watching Amelia for long periods of time she knew a few things would happen tonight.

Unlike her male counterpart, Amelia was not scared of horror movies. She could sit through them completely unfazed, fascinated and sometimes appeared bored. However, her weakness was gore movies, often leaving her sick or squeamish if they were too graphic. She had borrowed some horror movies from Japan and a few others, the gory kind. Knowing that Amelia would be scared to death of these movies, hopefully causing the space between them to close. If Amelia ended up hugging her all night it would truly be a dream.

"Anya?" a familiar voice called out. She was in a happier mood than before, which really did make her skin crawl. She got the feeling that something had happened but she didn't know what. But she sensed no malice or wicked intentions from her which was a relief. Honestly, aside from flowers she had no idea of what subjects or hobbies even brought Anya joy, she never really spoke about her personal interests much with anyone. Always carrying an air of mystery about her.

Anya turned, a curious look on her face. A smile spread across her face when she saw Amelia standing opposite her, sweaty and tired from her training. "Privet Amelia" she greeted warmly. She wondered how her training was today, she needed a shower she knew that much. But it seemed it had done her the good of working out her previous passive aggressive mood from this morning. She did enjoy it when Amelia didn't tease her so, if only she could be genuinely nice.

"You look like you've been busy" Amelia replied trying to hide her annoyance. She wondered if she had found a new interest or perhaps a girl had confessed to her. Honestly, it was hard to tell with Anya most days, she knew how to keep her secrets hidden. She rarely wanted to spend time with her which hurt a lot, wondering what Anya hated so much about her.

"Da, I am having a movie night" Anya explained. She knew that Amelia would expect Maria, Yue, her brothers and Amelia. However, she instead meant between the two of them alone. She loved to see the look of awkward realization on Amelia's face, it was rather endearing. Amelia tried not to look jealous, if Anya had a date she would spend the night out of the apartment and try to find a distraction. She often believed Anya was playing games with her and knew of her romantic feelings. Like a child burning ants under a magnifying glass.

"I believe you like horror movies, could you give some good suggestions" Anya teased. Hopefully they would actually watch some films instead of simply spending more time browsing and bored. Amelia did have a bad habit of doing this which annoyed a few people. She wanted to have an evening to actually bond with Amelia and hopefully grow closer to her, though she didn't know if anything would happen between them tonight.

Amelia blinked, rather surprised at her answer while Anya simply continued to smile. As the realization started to hit her, her eyes widened and her face began to turn bright red. Her voice no longer able to escape her lips, shock starting to kick in. Anya was organizing a Netflix and chill, she had experienced casual hook ups before but this was her first serious date. The girl she liked, her roommate had planned a date. Here she had hoped to make a move but now her crush was being the bold one. This was happening so fast. God, was she planning to have sex? Was she planning to have a hookup? Was this a joke? Was she serious? Oh my god her head was a mess, she was scared, happy and excited all at the same time. She thanked whatever gods had been listening to her prayers. "Yes!" Yes I can do that" she babbled awkwardly realizing how loud her voice was. She looked like a moron but she couldn't let this chance pass. She had to seize this moment while she could. She thanked Maria for the advice earlier, it seemed it was working in her favour.

Dobroye utro-Good morning

Sestra-Sister

Gott verdammt-God damn

Mon cher-My dear