A/N: So this is Lovecraft inspired, mostly from the Dreams in the Witch House soundtrack by HPLS that I have been listening way too much to. The pairing is Nyo!America/Norway. I thank LibraMoon for causing me to ship this pairing. Since there isn't enough Fanfiction with it, I've decided to write this fic. Don't worry, there will still be lots of America/Canada sibling interactions. May also make this AU, so people names.

"Amelia?" Lukas' eyes widened slightly. Before he quickly chanted something, words danced like crystals in the air before circling around her. Then they glowed bright, before disappearing leaving only the breath of a chill.

"What are you doing here?" There was something in his gaze, something other then surprise.

What did he mean? She was dreaming, why would she be or not be in a certain place. Amelia opened her mouth to speak, before a deep rumbling shook the land, causing her to stumble.

Lukas was at her side, offering her a hand, his expression once again unreadable. Accepting, his hand was surprisingly warm, she was quickly pulled to her feet. A roar echoed from everywhere all at once, Lukas swirled so that she was behind him.

The earth shook once more, and then the mountain moved, forming a shape.

"It's a giant yeti!" Amelia gave a whisper shout.

Lukas spared her an incredible look. Before sighing, "Troll."

"That's right." She snapped her fingers. "It's why Norway has power lines everywhere." A bright grin spread across her face. Yep, she totally saw that movie on Netflix and everything.

"Are you a troll hunter?" Amelia whispered with a giggle.

Lukas rolled his eyes. "Quiet."

Amelia closed her mouth. Fine, she was curious anyway. Maybe he'll do the magic again.

He began a soft chanting, as his scroll surround the two of them. The ancient ruins glowing an ice blue as he spoke, before a circle danced around the troll's head. The beast swayed for a moment, before turning around. Its heavy footsteps shook the ground.

"Well that was cool. I've never seen you do magic before." Amelia grinned, while wiggling her fingers. "You are much better then Arthur."

Maybe she would tell Lukas that she dreamed of him doing magic in the morning.

"But check this out." Her eyes shone with mischief and she thought of someplace new. A crackling line solidified besides then, before opening. Lightening dancing along the edges, a frame, and golden towers gleam in the distance.

Lukas stuck a hand in the window, surprise to feel a strong wind against his palm. Pulling it back out, he stepped around the portal before standing beside Amelia once again. His eyes gave her more consideration then he ever did before.

"Isn't cool? Let's go exploring!" She grabbed his hand and turn back to the portal. At her touch lightning raced across the surface and the scene changed. The darkness that stretched before her was familiar.

"No." It was a whisper, and something shifted in the deeps before launching through the portal and twisting around her. She let go of Lukas' hand as it pulled her backwards. For a moment, she thought she heard Lukas say her name. But she focus instead on closing the portal and waking up.

I need to wake up.

But the darkness peered back at her with a dozen eyes. A voice spoke in echoes of madness causing shivers to crawl along her spine and fear raced through her veins. It twisted around her, distorting reality. Visions dance before her eyes, faces of her people morphing and melting, before merging. She felt herself distorting along with them.

Wake up. She shouted to herself. Shaking her head, she tired to dispel the image and center herself. This wasn't real. However a breath of cold whisper against the back of her ear, a forgotten name.

Don't look.

She ran.

And the shame haunted her. How could she call herself a hero? If at the first sight of unknown horror, she scampered off afraid. Taking an even breath, she tried to clear her mind. I need focus on the meeting.

But she couldn't even remember the name of the speaker, someone from Greece.

"Is everyone in agreement?" Ludwig's voice broke through her musing.

Amelia blinked and then discreetly glanced over to what Arthur was doing across the table. His expression was blanked but his hand was raised. She raised hers as well, hopefully it wasn't too important.

"Then the meeting is over."

Oh, that was good. A yawn stole away from her; the coffee must be wearing off. She couldn't stop rubbing her eyes; they were probably blood shot by now.

"Mia." Matthew placed a hand on her shoulder causing her to jump. Purple eyes widen in concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." She gave a sunny grin. "Just tired, caught the red-eye over."

No need to mention that her nightmare had caused her to shriek on a plane full of people. The near thought of the embarrassment made her flush. She had given a weak excuse of being afraid of flying. But that wasn't it. She had loved flying.

"Hmm." He pursued his lips, his brow furrowed as if he was battling with something, before he sighed. "You should have come early with me. Francis wouldn't mind hosting you as well."

"I had a paper work."

"Do you want to join us for dinner tonight? Arthur is going to be there and I could use help with damage control." The last sentence was spoken a little quieter, as his gaze shifted to the two arguing by the doorway.

"I'm always up for Francis' cooking. Are you sure he wouldn't mind the extra company?" She stifled another yawn, half tempted to go back to the hotel or where ever Francis booked her and just fall on the bed. "Where am I staying any way? Do you know?"

"He will be delighted." Matt smiled at her, though there was still a hint of worry in his brow. "I'll go ask him if you can stay at his place."

Amelia blinked in surprise. Matt nudged her to walk towards the others. She hadn't stayed at Francis' place in years; they had gotten into an argument that she could barely recalled and their relationship just hadn't been the same.

"Did you pay any attention to the meeting today?" Arthur immediately chastised, focusing on her instead of retorting Francis. He must have caught her very subtle glance at him a moment ago.

"What?" She blinked. "Dude, I totally did." For the first half, when the coffee was working a better. Or maybe Feliciano was just a more entertaining speaker. His hand gestures were her favorite.

"I saw you chuckling when Feliciano accidently whapped Ludwig. He immediately offered to make him pasta for a week. But you know who could really use a personal chief?" She grinned.

"Amelia." Arthur glared back.

"What I could have said Francis? I think he would make a great personal chief for you." Amelia laughed, dodging Arthur's attempt to whack her on the upside of the head.

"You ate my cooking all the time as a child."

"I know. I'm amazed I survived too." This time she ran through the doors, only to plow directly into one of the other members, Lukas Bondevik. Arms cartwheeling in the air, she lost her balance and fell on her bottom.

"So sorry, Lukas." She rubbed the back of her head, knocking her glasses off center some.

"Hmm." Dull blue eyes peered down at her. Sighing, he offered her a hand.

"Thanks." She took it. Recalling the beginning of the dream, she had on the way over. "Hey. I had a dream like this. Well not like this not really. I mean there was rumble 'cause of a troll, you know. You were doing an awesome magic thing and knocked the troll out cold. Pretty weird huh?"

Amelia was rambling. He probably thought she was weird. Not that she wasn't but. That she was being weird about him. Was it odd telling people what they did her dream?

"A troll?" Lukas lifted an eyebrow.

"Yeah, it was the size of a mountain." She spread her arms wide to emphasis the size. "And there were some runes or something floating in the air. I mean you were being pretty bad ass."

"Thank you." There was the beginning of a grin at the corner of his mouth.

Her smile widen in response. "I bet you were be an extraordinary mage if magic actually existed."

That actually got a smile out of him.

"Lukas." A white haired teen, his brother, whined, before rushing over to them to tug at his sleeve. "I'm hungry let's go."

"Farewell." Lukas nodded as pull away. Considered her for a moment, before speaking again. "Let me know if you have any more dreams of fighting trolls."

It was the most he ever said to her. "Will do." She waved him off as he turned absently.

"Mia." Matthew laced one arm with hers, giving her an odd look having caught the last bit of conversation. "Is that what's haunting your dreams? Trolls?"

"No. They were new." Her smile faded. "It's something else." She shivered, before shifting her arm and turning to the pair that was whispering behind them. "Let's go eat. I'm hungry. I haven't had Francis' cooking in ages."

The smile she gave was somehow less then the one before. Bright blue eyes once again shade. Dark bags once again more pronounce.