If Amelia had known that visiting Scotland would result in a lifetime disaster she never would have gone. unfortunatly she didn't know and went anyway. The 'tradgedy' struck while she was on a boat in the Loch Ness. The water was choppy as a storm began brewing. She glanced back at her high school class and frowned, they were messing up her concentration. Something silver caught her eye and she leaned back over, just at that time the boat gave a particularly bad heave and she lost her grip. Screaming Amelia flew overboard and into the freezing Loch.

Allistor Kirkland otherwise known Scotland was enjoying himslef. He was completly alone in his little cottage In front of the fire, a glass of whiskey in his right hand and a cigerette in his left. The fire cracked and popped, casting his small home in a homley glow. He leaned back and took annother drag, just as loud trumpeting was heard. Surprised he toppled over backwards, his glass shattered and he swore loudly. He knew it was Nessie but he hoped to hell it was worth it. Just a little ways from his house was the Loch Ness, Nessie was near the shore, trumeting worridly.

"Wha, coald be sah imprtahnt tha ya pull mah from ma waerk?" He yelled and Nessie lowered her neck allowing him to see the smal figure draped over her back. She didn't seem to be breathing. HE swore and waded into the freezing water and pulled the tiny girl into his arms. His pants got soaked through and he slshed toward the shore, Allisotr nodded to Nessie and sprinted toward the cottage. The small girl was shivering from the cold in his arms as soon as he got inside Allistor laid her on the bed. He pulled her jacket off and an ID fell out. Igrnoing it for the moment he went along with pulling off her clothes, as soon as he tried he felt very awkward. He turned to the little faries watching from above," Get her changed" he ordered and stomped out of the cottage. They giggled and followed his orders.

"she's changed," Allistor glanced up and saw one of the faries, "but still shivering." He nodded and ducked inside. The small girl had a long blond hair and was very short and very American, if her stars and stripes earings were anything to go by.

"ITt looks like she may have cracked a rib," the fairy said, "we bandaged her but she'll need to stay down for a while" Allistor nodded and pulled up a chair to the table and began to wait for his guest to wake up.

Amelia woke up surrounded by a coccon of warmth but her ribs aching. She supposed she fell over herself again in band. Someone was whispering in her ear, "Get up, wake up."

Nrgh," she groaned, "just wait a bit Ma, I'm up." Someone giggled.

"If ya were truley up ya would be mumbling nah ould ya?" It didn't register in her brain to notice that this was not her mother but instead a man with a thick scottish accent she had never met before. When it finally did her eyes shot open and she trid to sit up. Pain exploded in her stomach and she snarled animalesquly, "the heck?"

"Yeah, ye, wounded ya' ribs, wha' happened?" Amelia cracked open her eyes and stared straight into the poisin green eyes of a flame hair man. He was a very handsome and lean figure with extremly fine features. His blueish uniform made him look like an odd soldier.

"Um, who are you?" She wondered curiously exmaining the one room cottage.

"Yea ken call mae Allistor Kirkland, yer in mae cottage."

Amelia glanced around, staring in blatent shock at the small house, "How did I get here? The last thing I remember was falling into the water and," her voice trailed off. As she slowly began piecing together her memories. Her expression turned from one of confusion to shock and awe. Scotland was very nervous but concealed it by taking a sip of his alchol.

"Yeah?"

"Nessie is real," she said tasting the theroy in her mouth and rolling it around in her mind, "Nessie saved me." Amelia looked at Allistor the very moment he winced at her true statement, "I'm right aren't I?"

"Depends on your view." He said, hoping she'd denounce it as insanity.

Slowly, like an angel rising from the ocean, Amelia sat up and limped toward the window. Nessie was near the edge of the water playfully flicking water with her tail when Amelia got to the window.

There was nothing but silence as Amelia stared at the creature, mouth agape, "What's she like?"

Allistor got up and stood next to Amelia, "She'll be nace most of the time but if ya mess wid her she'll bate ya head aff."

"Wow, there are not enough words to describe such awesomeness," Amelia winced as she shifted. Allistor took her arm and lead her back to the bed, Amelia insiting the entire way she would make it herself.

"Ah, jes shad up 'ould ya, if ye ken of maed it back yeself ye 'ould have." Scowling with crystal blue eyes Amelia glared up at the Scotsman.

"Okay fine, just stop fussing."

"Anyways, ye remand meh of mah friend. Names Prussia, he keeps goin' on an' on 'bout his awesomeness, damn 'nnoying if yen ker to ask meh."

"You friends name is Prussia," asked Amelia, disbelief obvious in her voice.

"Ye and ye don' seem 'warried 'bout wakn' up in a cottage wid a stanger." He said, pouring another drink, crossing his legs and staring at her face.

"If you wanted to do something you would have already done it, besides. Anyone who hangs out with Nessie can't be that much of a bastard. Like you said, if your mean she'll eat you." Scotland titled his head, this American was niether freaking out nor shouting loudly. Much different from her nation, that he liked.

'Ifn ye know ken 'bout Nessie I guess ah ken tell ye 'bout meself. Mah names naght Allistor. Well et is, jes naught mah real one, ets mah human one. Mah real name is Scotland. A'm te personification of Scotland, so ah am Scotland." Amelia blinked and passed out.

Scotland sighed and stood up, how could she not notice she had on different clothes? sometimes Americans were just to much for him to deal with. As he contemplated the 'monster' splashing like a child in the water he wondered about is course of action he should take. What he should do now that she knew of his existance is take her to the next world meeting and let them decided her fate. Since it was much less barbaric times she wouldn't die. Only live in some ones house until she died or became a personification. He put the scotch down and sat back down, making his choice.

Three hours later Amelia woke up with the strangest feeling, something important had happened and she ought to know. But she ignored it and tried to sit up, pain expoloded in her stomach, she groaned and lay back down.

'Steh down ked, ye'll hurt yeself." Oh God, it had happened, the guy was crazy.

"Your crazy," she told him flatly, no one can be a nation. Magic isn't real." Trying to tell herself but if Nessie was real why couldn't he be? Allistor just stared at her while she wrestled with herself, he knew eventually she'd come to the right conclusion, when she did Amelia just stared at him, shocked.

"Oh God, this is insane. Rescued by Nessie and helped by Scotland," she gave an insane giggle, " i need a drink."

Scotland looked shocked, 'Ah den thienk so, yer to young," he reprimed. And here he thought Americans were not heavy drinkers.

'I was kidding, I don't actually want a drink, what I want is some food." He nodded, "I figured ye'd be hungary sah ah maed ye some food."

"Oh."

"Nah Ah've got some news."