"Damn artists. Leaving her stuff around. She's almost as bad as Italy! Who does she think she is? May I remind her she is staying with me? It's such a mess!" Germany grumbled, picking up loose clothing, pencils, and ribbons off the ground.
"It's okay. I'm an artist. We all live like this," Amelia commented, surprising Germany. She just smirked in response. Lady Amelia of Ireland was staying with Germany, Italy, and Japan for a while. She clamed to be doing "artistic research" for a new and big artistic creation. It had been five months since she showed up. Even though she annoyed the hell out of Germany occasionally, she was most likely one of his best allies and friends.
Lady Amelia had curly red hair that was always pulled up loosely on top of her head with a large clip, with pieces here and there hanging out. She had bright hazel eyes than always sparkled. Her face was dotted with light freckles and she had a blinding smile. Amelia wore a black tank top with a light grey hoodie and dark grey cargo pants, often walking around in just black socks. She was great friends with all three boys in the house. Even though she was normally laid back and often sarcastic, Amelia could yell loudly when angry, then act bubbly afterwards.
"Lady Amelia, could you please pick up after yourself? You're not the only person in this house," Germany stated slowly, gritting his teeth, trying not to yell at her.
"But Germany, it interrupts the artistic flow! How you ever expect me to finish my piece if the flow is off! You know, I ought to go and stay on Japan's side of the house. He understands the artistic flow!" she stated with a smug grin. She knew Germany wanted her to stay close to him, but Amelia had to be careful not to push him too hard.
"What is this big project anyways? I have yet to see even one trace of this huge artistic creation and it's been five months!" he shouted back.
"Well it's in a hidden room! That's why! Besides, you'll just have to wait. It's a large piece that takes a lot of time," she explained. Amelia was trying the best she could not to give it away. It was difficult considering it had so many components that would blow the big unveiling.
"Then why aren't you working on finishing it? I've never seen you go down to work on it!" Germany shouted. He just didn't understand what kind of painting could possibly take her five months to complete.
"I am almost done! Tomorrow night I'll explain everything and maybe, just maybe it'll make sense to someone like you," she shot back. Amelia instantly regretted her tone. She put one hand to her face. For some reason, she and Germany would fight more and more and she hated it. To fight like this was like a poisoned knife cutting through her very existence.
"Doitsu! Lady Amelia! Dinner's ready! Japan made chicken stir fry in celebration of the big reveal tomorrow night!" Italy called, sticking his head into the door. Amelia looked back and smiled at Italy.
"We'll be down soon," she responded with a smile. Amelia then looked back at Germany. "We'd better get down before the stir fry gets cold." Germany followed her out of the room silently.
All four of them sat at the dinner table eating their stir fry silently. Japan was usually as silent as he was now, but Italy was silent also. Amelia didn't blame them. They obviously felt the tension between her and Germany.
"Lady Amelia, after tomorrow, will you be leaving?" Italy finally asked, breaking the unbearable silence.
"Well, I've over stayed my welcome, so I will be packing tonight so I can leave first thing tomorrow night. I'll be out of your hair after tomorrow," she responded in a slightly sad tone, but still managed a slight smile. Italy's eyes shifted downwards.
"Will you never come back because of you fighting with Doitsu?" he asked. This made both Amelia and Germany cast a worried glance at little Italy.
"Germany and my disagreements would never stop me from visiting every so often. I promise you Italy, I'll be back to see you, and you too Japan," Amelia responded, looking to Japan.
"Yay! We'll celebrate when you're here with stir fry and pasta!" Italy cheered. Amelia gave a small smile to the both of them, but it disappeared quickly. She finished her stir fry and stood up.
"There are a few final touches before tomorrow. Please excuse me," Amelia stated, taking her dishes and putting them in the sink before running down the basement stairs to a dark room. She turned the light on and got to work.
"I don't think I've ever seen her this upset," Japan commented quietly.
"Doitsu, why do you always fight with Lady Amelia?" Italy asked. Germany sighed heavily, not knowing the answer to that.
"Italy, Germany and Lady Amelia always fight because they can't figure out how they feel about each other," Japan stated. Germany's face turned a bit pink at this.
"Japan, that's not true. Lady Amelia and I are friends. Nothing more, nothing less. We know exactly how we feel about each other… well, I know how I feel about her," Germany explained in his defense.
"Then all of this fighting is because of miscommunication," Japan stated.
"What miscommunication?" Germany asked.
"Well, obviously she doesn't know how you feel about her, so these fights are started on a miscommunication on your relationship with her," Japan shot back.
"Then why is Doitsu fighting so much with Lady Amelia?" Italy asked.
"Because Germany doesn't want her to leave and by fighting with her, he's hoping the anger will let him let her go," Japan stated. Germany was so confused by this. Not the actual statement, (which was dead on) but more to the fact that Japan could easily read him.
"Oh, well Doitsu, why don't you just let her stay and stop fighting with her?" Italy asked. It was silent for a while. Japan was trying to find the words to answer Italy in the least offensive way possible, Italy waited for an answer, and Germany was trying to find an answer himself. Japan finally found the answer.
"Because Germany is scared," he stated. The looks of confusion signaled further explanation. "He's scared of getting close to her then loosing her in war, transfer, travel, what ever. Germany is afraid that she will leave and not come back."
"But she promised…" Italy said.
"Promises can be broken," was all Germany said before excusing himself.
The next day was never ending. The night approached at a sluggish rate for all. Amelia waited for America to come by and help her with the canvases filled with color. Of course they were all covered in white cloth, not letting any slip of what she created. England decided to come along and help too. Germany, Italy, and Japan sat in the study while a large 5 ft by 7 ft rectangle passed by with England carrying eight 1 ft by 1ft covered squares. They were to be loaded into the trailer America had rented for his truck to safely deliver the paintings to the studio that was being rented. It was a bit grungy for a large formal event like this. Amelia went back and forth, bringing her bags of personal belongings and art supplies. She had her back pack slung across her shoulder with her hoodie hanging out of the side. Amelia leaned against the doorway to the study where Italy was rambling on about how excited he was to go to the grand unveiling. Germany was the first to notice the red head smirking in the opening.
"Lady Amelia!" Italy exclaimed upon seeing her.
"Well, I just came by to say good bye. After the ceremony, I'm going home. All of my bags are packed and loaded. England and America are going to help me set up so I'll be leaving in a few minutes," she explained with a slight regretful tone. They all nodded and she left. They heard America start up the truck and the trailer close, then drive away.
"So this is really it?" Japan almost stated. "We won't wake up to her singing or laughing anymore," he continued.
"And, she won't be here to comfort me when I get scared after we all watched a horror movie," Italy continued.
"She won't be at training any more," Germany added.
"No more talks in the study with peppermint tea," Japan stated.
"No more telling jokes in the garden," Italy added, fighting back tears.
"No more Amelia. After tonight, she's really gone," Germany said. They all sat in silence. In just five months, all of them shared countless precious moments with her. Italy stared to cry softly to himself. They all silently agreed to spend their last night with Lady Amelia as best they could.