AN: Now that Ti Amo Amelia is completed, I have decided to create a new story, the ship is still slightly undecided. Obviously it will be with America, but not sure which pairing just yet. Now I want this story to be filled with more angst. WHY?! MORGAN WHY?! Well because I need to deal with my depression some how :) Anyways, enjoy the first chapter.

NOTE: I do not own Hetalia.

Amelia yawned as she typed her message on her computer keyboard to her best friend, Alice. Alice was her best friend since childhood, but now they were college students, in different parts of the world. Alice went back to England to study at some fancy art school her father enrolled her in. Amelia stayed in the states, going to a university in D.C. Her studies were still undecided.

Amelia slowly started to doze off until her computer made a loud notification noise. She sat up. Alice had messaged her back.

"This art school is so posh; I almost feel like a peasant in this place." Alice messaged. Amelia let out a small snicker. She messaged back.

"Yeah, well the U.S. kind of makes you feel like a peasant sometimes compared to other countries XD"

"I fully have that feeling right now." Alice responded. Amelia smiled. Her and Alice were like the most different people in the world. Alice was shy, fancy, pushy, British girl, and Amelia, well she was an extroverted American sweetheart, with the brain of a scientist. Two polar opposites, but they got along so well.

"So on the talk of feelings, have you found that somebody yet?" Amelia asked. She waited a few minutes.

"Amelia, you have a serious problem with getting into people's relationships you know that?" Alice responded.

"Oh please, I'm just looking after my girl that's all." Amelia messaged.

"Well, I guess since you probably wont leave me alone, I did meet this really cute French guy." Alice told her. Amelia saw the message, and smiled, along with some squealing.

"OMG. What's his name?" Amelia asked. She sent the message. Feeling happy for her bff, but she felt a small pang of hurt. Alice was the closest thing she had to a sister, after Amelia's brother Matthew died, she was broken. Not to say that she wasn't anymore was an understatement. Amelia missed Matthew everyday.

"Francis." Alice responded.

"So this 'Francis' guy, is he nice?" Amelia asked. A few minutes passed.

"Amelia, sometimes you are really nosy. I need to head to sleep, since I have this stupid project to present tomorrow. Bye." Alice responded. Amelia saw the message, her heart slightly breaking from Alice's comment. Maybe she was nosy sometimes, but Amelia never noticed, Alice was right, she is nosy. Amelia sighed.

"K, night." Amelia replied. She closed her computer.

Amelia woke up to her alarm blasting music through her room. She tiredly hit the snooze button. She slowly sat up, and stretched.

"mmmmmmmm…" She groaned as she stretched. Amelia's university classes didn't start until 8 am, so she had about 30 minutes to get ready and walk to campus. Amelia got onto her computer, and saw that Alice messaged her early in the morning. Amelia sighed, she forgot that the time zones were very different in England, and that Alice keeps forgetting that, but Alice had always been an early bird, and Amelia was a night owl. Like said, polar opposites.

"Good morning." Alice said. Amelia scoffed. She remembered that Alice was slightly rude last night, but maybe Amelia deserved it. She felt like she did.

"Yeah, good morning." Amelia replied. She got up, and grabbed a pair of her jeans, and slipped them on. She needed to do laundry, but she has been pushing it off since last week. She grabbed her sweatshirt that had her Universities' mascot on it. She slipped it on over her bra, since it was winter, and the cold wasn't Amelia's favorite season. She slipped on her old Converses' and grabbed one of her bobby pins, and pinned her bangs out of her face.

Amelia's computer made the noise again. Amelia cleared her throat, and walked over to her computer.

"Are you mad at me Amelia, because I was right last night you know." Alice replied. Amelia didn't want to get into a fight, but she also knew that she wanted to be right.

"Honestly, I am mad at you, because you were rude to me, but I get it, I'm nosy, but I just wanted to know how things were, but you clearly don't want that to be asked." Amelia responded. She had no time to wait for a response, she had to go. She put her computer on charge, and left her apartment.

"Now as all of you that are undecided, I plan to make a small career fair, so that you can look at the many opportunities that DC University has to offer." The spokeswoman said. Amelia was seated with at least 50 or so other students who were also in the limbo of a career option.

"So I have the fair set up in the main café, and you all may look at the options, you have one hour until you must report back to this room, and talk about your experience and decisions." The woman told the students. Amelia thought the woman was insane thinking that she could choose a career in just under an hour, but she thought to make the best of it.

Amelia knew that her mother always wanted her to be an artist, since she herself was an artist. Her father was a lawyer, so he wanted her to also be a lawyer, along with Matthew, but her brother never got to choose his career, since he committed suicide, at the age of only 17. Amelia was 13 at the time.

"Are you interested in Criminal Justice?" The man asked her. Amelia looked at the man with slicked back blonde hair, blue eyes, and a heavy European accent, maybe German. Amelia looked at the set up of police men and woman arresting criminals, her eyes seemed to stay with the board.

"Um, a little." Amelia said to the man. He gave a cold smile; he was too serious, but he seemed nice enough to hold his hand out.

"Ludwig Beilschmidt." He said, as if her were in the military, a strict tone. Amelia shook his hand.

"Amelia Jones." Amelia told him. The mans eyes widened.

"Like Alfred F. Jones, the famous lawyer who had 200 successful cases in one year?" He asked. Amelia smiled.

"Yes, he is my father." Amelia told him. He was so flabbergasted.

"Wow, my pleasure to meet you." Ludwig said, almost bowing his head down. Amelia smiled awkwardly.

"I'm not royalty, you don't have to act posh around me." Amelia told him.

"Why wouldn't I?" He asked. Amelia cleared her throat

"Because I'm just a regular person, I'm not my father, I never wanted to be a lawyer." Amelia told him. Ludwig seemed interested by this.

"Really? Well what did you want to do?" He asked.

"I'm really not sure to be honest. My mother was an artist, she painted and sculpted, I was never into that either." She told him.

"What about this then?" Ludwig asked pointing to the board.

"It seems interesting." Amelia said, she really wasn't, but she didn't want to seem rude.

"Maybe give it some thought." Ludwig said, handing her a paper. Amelia smiled, and walked away. She folded the paper, and stuck it in her messenger bag. Amelia walked around the café a little longer, until she reached the astrology unit. A girl with long hair, almost a pastel pink color, and she had slight bangs. Her eyes were purple, and she was very tall. Amelia saw her, and felt an instant flutter in her stomach. Amelia walked over to the girl at her set up. The girl smiled.

"Welcome to astrology." The girl said. Her voice seemed to have a Russian accent. Amelia felt her face become hot.

"U-Um hi, I-I'm Amelia." She stuttered out. The girl smiled.

"Hello, I'm Anya." The girl said. Amelia saw that the girl held her hand out. Amelia nervously shook her hand. The girls hand was so soft.

"So are you interested in astrology yes?" Anya asked. Amelia actually was, it wasn't just because the girl was cute, but because she actually was a slight science whiz, but she never told her father or mother, because they would have disapproved of it. Her father, knowing that she was still undecided, wanted her to pick law, but her mother wanted her to pick art. Amelia started to remember her great grades in Biology, Chemistry, and Physics. She also took astronomy in 10th grade for a half a year, and loved it. So she was basically a space nerd.

"Yeah I always got great grades in the sciences." Amelia told Anya. The Russian girl smiled.

"Ah, I too had good grades in science." Anya told her. Amelia smiled at the girl.

"I will heavily think about this choice." Amelia told her. Anya smiled, and held out a pamphlet about the unit. Amelia smiled, and took the papers.

"Thank you for visiting my set up." Anya said in a sweet voice, as she winked at Amelia. Amelia turned red, and smiled. She walked away, and left the café, as she basically only had 5 minutes until she had to report back to the classroom.

Amelia finally arrived back into the classroom, and sat in a random seat, since the room was large, and she hated remembering where she sat at. She sat down, and looked at the pamphlet, it had the information of the course, and the career options that were in the field of astrology. Several of the students have returned back to the classroom, and took their seats, as the annoying spokeswoman walked in, her heels clicking the tile floor.

"Ah, now that you have all had a chance to look at the different courses, and gain some information." The woman said. Many of the students ignored her as they talked to their friends next to each other, but Amelia was stuck listening to her.

"Ahem!" the woman said loudly, making the students realize that they weren't paying attention. They became quiet quickly. She smiled.

"Now when I say the course that you may have picked please stand up." The woman told the students. Amelia rolled her eyes. This woman was really getting on her fucking nerves. The woman cleared her throat.

"Nursing." She said. Amelia saw a lot of women stand up. Mainly the popular girls, and several boys. The woman seemed impressed.

"Why nursing?" The woman asked. A girl with blonde hair raised her hand.

"Yes you." The woman said. The girl smiled, and looked at her friends and giggled.

"Because I would be saving people duh?" The girl said in a snarky voice. Amelia rolled her eyes as the girls laughed. The woman smiled, and told them to sit down. The girls sat down, whispering.

"Okay, now accounting." The woman said. Several boys stood up, and two girls. The woman asked why, which was really fucking annoying to Amelia.

"B-Because, we like the math and challenge in it." One of the boys told her. The nursing girl laughed. The boy seemed scared. Amelia glared at the girl, hoping that she was looking at her. The woman told them to sit down, and went on for a few more courses such as Criminal Justice and Psychology. Amelia sat nervously, she didn't know if anyone else was into the astrology course.

"Okay, and finally Astrology." The woman said. Amelia slowly stood up, and she looked around. She was the only once standing. The nursing girls laughed at her. Amelia tried to pull it off, as she didn't care, but she was bullied in high school for her chubbiness, and braces. She looked down. The woman looked at her.

"And why?" The woman asked with a sneer. Amelia looked up. The nursing girls were looking over at her, snickering, and pointing at her. Amelia sighed.

"Because I want to." Amelia told the woman. The woman was surprised.

"Well, why?" She asked. Amelia looked at her. The nursing girls watching her with their mascara pasted eyelashes. Amelia sighed.

"Because I'm a nerd." She told the woman. The woman looked at her, disappointed.

"Well that's not a reason." The woman told her. The blonde nursing girl laughed.

"Yeah seriously, that's not a reason. See I want to save people and be a good person. What does that have to do with a good reason?" The girl asked with a scoff. Amelia held her head down.

"I just like it." Amelia said. The woman looked at her. The nursing girls laughed, and pointed at her. Amelia felt some tears form in her eyes, not because of the bullying, but because she was embarrassed. Outgoing yes, but she didn't like to be pointed out like a zoo animal in a cage.

"Sit down." The woman told her. Amelia did, and waited for the class to close. After a few minutes of instructions, she dismissed them. Amelia quickly walked out. Many of the students stayed behind and talked with their friends. Amelia quickly walked to the exit, since her next class wasn't until 3 pm, and it was 10 am.

"You know; I didn't expect you to be such a disappointment to Mrs. Stone." A feminine voice said. Amelia turned around and saw the blonde girl and her group of friends. She didn't know what to say, because violence would cost her consequences.

"Your father is a famous lawyer, and your mother is a great artist, and you decide to go into astrology?" The girl asked with a sneer.

"I'm not my parents." Amelia told her. The girl walked up to her.

"No you clearly aren't, you're not even close to their daughter." She said. Amelia ignored it, since she was used to it from her father.

"Have a good day." Amelia said, and started to walk away until the girl spoke again.

"No wonder you brother killed himself." Amelia turned around. She glared at the girl. Several people stopped and stared at them. Mrs. Stone walked towards them.

"Is everything okay girls?" She asked. The girl smiled at her.

"Just talking." She said. The woman nodded her head, and walked away. The girl gave Amelia an evil smirk.

"Watch your back Jones." She said with a seer. She laughed with her friends, and walked away, like the popular posse in that cliché high school movie. Amelia watched the girls walk away. Her face contorted into a angry grimace. She felt a few tears form, but she wasn't going to give them her anger, that's their fuel. She sighed, and walked out the door.

The cold air hit Amelia's face like a wall. Her eyes started to sting, and she could already feel her nose starting to tur red and puffy.

"Amelia." A voice said. Amelia turned around and saw the Criminal Justice instructor that she talked to earlier, Ludwig. Amelia wiped her eyes free of stinging tears.

"Mr. Beilschmidt." Amelia said. He smiled.

"Just call me Ludwig." He told her. Amelia looked up at the tall man.

"Oh okay." Amelia said. He sighed.

"So did you pick Criminal Justice?" He asked her. Amelia felt bad, but she really wasn't interested.

"To be honest, I think I may have pick Astrology." Amelia told him. Ludwig's smiled faded.

"Ah I see, well I hope that you do good in that course." He told her. Amelia smiled.

"Thank you." Amelia said. He smiled. Amelia looked at her watch, it was almost 11, she need lunch.

"I hate to go, but I need to go get lunch before I go to my next class." Amelia told Ludwig.

"Okay, well if you aren't busy sometime." He said. He grabbed Amelia's hand, and pulled out a pen. Amelia watched in confusion for a moment. He started writing a number. Amelia realized what was happening. He finished writing, and smiled at her.

"Give me a call." He said. Amelia smiled, and saw Ludwig wink at her. She slightly blushed.

Amelia arrived back to her apartment. Her stomach was growling in hunger. She walked into the kitchen. She opened her fridge. Nothing. She looked in her cabinets. Nothing. Amelia sighed. She didn't feel like going to the store, since she didn't have her car; it was in the shop for something wrong with the engine. Amelia looked over at her microwave. There was one pack of ramen left. Amelia let out a sigh a relief.

She grabbed the small package, and put the dry noodles in a bowl of water, and stuck it I the microwave, and waited for the thing to beep. She yawned. Amelia remembered that Alice must have messaged her back. She walked to her room, ignoring the beeping of the microwave. She opened her laptop on her bed.

"Amelia, must you always argue with me? Please just understand my personal space is my personal space. Let us not get into a fight." Alice replied. Amelia sighed, and she started typing.

"Alice, I don't have time for a fight, I'm busy anyways." Amelia responded. She closed her laptop, and walked to her kitchen, and pulled the ramen out of the microwave. She added the flavoring, and stirred the noodles around. She sat down on her bed, and watched Netflix. While watching, Amelia got a message from Alice.

"Neither do I, so truce?" Alice asked. Amelia smiled, and typed a response.

"Truce." She replied. Amelia smiled as she sent the message, and took the last bite of her ramen. She walked to the kitchen, and placed the plastic container in the small sink.

Amelia walked into her room again, and looked at her clock on her nightstand. It was 2:45 pm. Amelia grabbed her bag, and left the apartment.

AN: This is the longest chapter that I have ever written. I hope that you all enjoyed the first chapter! :)