[Obvious /and/ Unnecessary] Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, nor the character design of Mexico.

Hi. :3 This is my first time writing a Hetalia fanfic. I'm not the best writer, but I'll try my best to improve. Please keep in mind that this story is not meant to be historically accurate. I just hope you'll give me a chance, possibly give me advice on how to improve?

Any who this is a Fem!America & Mexico fic. Mexico is based off of this person's design: gallery/?offset=24#/d2zcyyg .

Human Names

America - Amelia

Mexico - Eduardo

Edit: I've added some details since the original post, probably doesn't affect the story that much.

Hope you enjoy!

It was a bright warm day, a day that was perfect for adventure! On a typical day Amelia might have gone to the beach or maybe even gone shopping, but unfortunately today wasn't an ordinary day. She was stuck at a boring world meeting in Germany.

It was his turn to play host to the other nations, which meant that the meeting would have a serious tone and no 'horsing' around would be tolerated. Due to the large amount of countries Germany decided to hold the conference in a fancy hotel. Which also meant that this is where the other countries would stay during their visit, much to the dismay of the normal guests of the hotel. But it worked out in Germany's behavior as he didn't have to worry about a country damaging his 'precious' home. Not to mention that the countries had a habit of getting rather loud, and well annoying.

Amelia looked at her nails uninterested in what the German man was saying. Blah blah blah. He was always blabbing about the same old thing. We need to keep order, we need to discuss politics, many things needed to be done! But she honestly wasn't in the mood for this. She had better things to do, after all she was the greatest country of all. Despite her appearance and personality, she was well informed the matters of government. Not only in her country, but in many others. Well just the ones that concerned or affected her anyway.

She decided to make this meeting a little bit more interesting. She tore a piece of paper from her journal and crumpled it into a little ball, casually throwing it at the English man seating two seats away from her. She turned her attention back to her nails, a small smile gracing her face.

Arthur quickly turned around looking for the culprit, coming face to face with a perverted Frenchman. He knew immediately whose fault it was. "You insufferable arse!" he bellowed catching the attention of the others in the room, "Can't you act like a grown man for once in your life?" Arthur tossed a handful of papers into France's face. Amelia had been tossing papers for a while now, getting a rise out of him took longer than she thought.

Francis looked at him appalled, standing up quickly in his defense. "How dare you accuse me of such juvenile tactics! As if I wanted to have you berate me! Your constant presence bring me nothing but migraines!" Yeah, she thought, this was gonna be good.

This however, is what Germany had feared but knew eventually would happen. He sighed his frustration increasing, trying to gain control of the meeting. But his protests fell on deaf ears as everyone seemed to engrossed in the fight between the two counties. The volume of their argument grew louder and louder, much to his frustration.

America giggled aloud as she watched the commotion beside of her, she turned and happened to catch the eye of her neighboring country. She smiled at him thinking he found amusement in the situation as well, he rolled his eyes and looked away from her uninterested. Amelia couldn't help but pout, he always acted indifferent with her. She didn't get what his problem was, she was just having some fun!

Amelia leaned back into her chair, her pout not leaving her face. "A-Amelia." she heard a soft voice beside her.

She glanced over at her brother, "What up, bro?" Though she wasn't really interested in what her brother had to say.

"Are you okay?" he asked curious. It wasn't normal for her to look so unhappy by the fights she caused between Francis and Arthur.

Amelia sighed dramatically, "Nothin'!" she turned herself towards her brother, completely ignoring the two countries behind her.

"Mattie, I'm a good neighbor right~?" she asked, her voice coming off soft and unsure.

To be honest Matthew was a little surprised by this sudden change in mood. She wasn't one to be unsure of her abilities. "U-uh. I guess so...though sometimes you come across as..." he started, but Amelia stopped paying attention.

She was satisfied with the first part of his answer. "I knew it! I don't know what's the border jumper's problem is." she exclaimed.

Matthew sighed. He wasn't surprised by her actions, she often ignored him.

Amelia looked over at Eduardo and stuck her tongue out at him, she wasn't gonna let him get to her! She was great and she knew it! Eduardo looked back over to her noticing her gesture, he honestly didn't understand the girl. Without a second thought, he glanced back at the fight between Francis and Arthur.

Suddenly Amelia didn't feel as confident as she had a few seconds ago. She wasn't sure why his actions had this affect on her and she didn't like how he could make her mood change so suddenly.

"Alright, that's enough of this nonsense!" Ludwig yelled, unable to take this any longer. Everyone's attention immediately went back to the German, as he breathed heavily. His hands having slammed on the desk, he leaned over gritting his teeth. Even Francis and Arthur, though they both had their hands loosely around each others neck, focused on Ludwig.

"It's obvious most of us don't want to be here. Or care to have this meeting continue." he glared at Amelia. Oh. So maybe someone noticed it was her all along. He continued, "But if we focus and continue with the meeting, we can all get out of here a little after lunch time."

Amelia puffed out her cheeks, this was gonna affect her lunch time. Nah uh. That's it. No more distractions. She grasped her pen dramatically and scribbled down notes as Germany proceeded with the meeting. And nobody dare interrupt or they'd have to face her wrath, and buy her lunch she added to herself mentally.

Through out the meeting, Amelia couldn't help but glance occasionally back over at the Mexican across the table.

Hah. So I hoped you liked this. I figure I may have a few spelling errors, feel free to point them out, I'm horrible at catching them!

If you're wondering I'm literally thinking up this story as a write I don't know how this will go, so bear with me.

So I think this chapter is pretty short, maybe I'll try to write more next time. But I felt like ending it there. Hehe. But don't worry, I haven't been able to log onto my account for the past day, so while I was waiting I started writing the next chapter. It's 3 times as long as this one! Hah.

Well until next time, thanks!