Sapphire blue eyes filled with tears, she tried pulling her miniscule sapphire skirt down at least past mid thigh. As it was it barely covered her ass. Her long blonde hair was done up pretty, with a few ringlets curling around her face framing her delicate features. Her lips were slicked with dark red lipstick, and blue eyeshadow brought out the color in her eyes. Her top was tight fitting and showed off her cleavage. She was well endowed for a fifteen year old. She had a nice slim, well rounded figure.

One tear slid from her eyes, her feet hurt from the high heels she wasn't used to. The weather was warm this night in New York. A fact that she thanked god for. She wouldn't have been able to bear this job, as it was she could barely stomach it. Her large blue eyes surveyed the dark street in front of her. Her boss had stationed her in front of an alley so that she could hide if he police came by.

The warm air hugged every bit of exposed skin on her. She wasn't a virgin anymore. Hadn't been since her fourteenth birthday. She hated how dirty she was inside, she hated herself. But it was necessary. She had to survive. Her foster parents had as good as sold her to her boss in order to pay their bills. She had lived so long. A lot longer than you'd think, not physically no. But looking into her eyes you would see centuries of pain and despair in them. No one looked into her eyes anymore. They were enough to drive a person insane.

Every night she cried, every dawn when she was released to sleep she cried. Her neighbors, and classmates only knew her by the name Tears. If they were feeling particularily mean, mostly her foster parents, they'd call her whore. They were right of course, but that didn't mean it hurt any less.

Tear walked swaying her hips, her lips forced into a seductive smile to lure in any person looking for a quick fuck. It was a long time till dawn. She would be beaten mircilessly if she didn't bring in at least a hundred dollars, the price of one fuck. She was young, so her boss didn't expect as much from her, and yet he expected so much more. Another tear fell down her cheek.

That's how Alfred F. Jones found her. She was entrancing with that smile, and the tears flowing down her face. Only it didn't make him want to sleep with her, it made him want to rescue her. After all he was the hero! He walked up to her, she saw him and smiled. He looked into her eyes that were the same color as his. He saw the pain, the dispair, the sorrow. He saw a little girl drowning in hopelessness. He didn't even pause, he walked right up to her and grabbed her hand a large grin lighting his face, "Hi! I'm Alfred! Wanna come to my place and watch a movie?" he asked.

Tear looked at him and blinked, watch a movie? "Um, I'd actually like to, but I have to stay here and make money, or my boss'll beat me again." she said sadly trying to pull her hand away.

Alfred held on tightly, but was careful not to hurt her with his monstrous strength. "That's okay! I'll pay you! I'll even let you pick out the movie! And if you tell me the name of your boss I can put him away for good!" he said smiling brilliantly.

She looked at him with hope in her eyes, then it faded, "Are you a cop?" she asked quietly.

"Nope! I'm the U... er, I'm just Alfred. But I have the means to put the man away." he said kindly.

She looked into his eyes, with a shaky breath she nodded, she wanted out, she didn't want to feel this pain anymore. She wanted to go to school, and be normal. "I'd like that. I don't want to be like this, I never did." she said starting to cry."

Alfred pulled her close and stroked her hair until she calmed down. Then he pulled her to his truck and took her to his house. If she had looked at his face at all during the drive she'd have seen all the determination of the United States of America aimed at putting her boss in jail. But she didn't look, she didn't know.

Alfred pulled up to his house just as it started raining. He pulled her in quickly, laughing he shook off like a dog. He took off his bomber jacket she'd just noticed. He looked her up and down, "Before we pick out a movie, let's get you something warmer to wear, how 'bout it?" he asked grinning. Tear nodded.

Alfred rummaged through his old things looking for something that would fit her. All he found was a flannel shirt, and jeans. He tilted his head for a moment, why was his rodeo work outfit in New York? He shrugged oh well. He took the clothes out to the shivering girl. "Here ya go! You can get dressed in the bathroom. It's on the second floor first door to the right. Sorry, but you'll probably swim in these clothes. We'll buy you your own tomorrow. OH! That's right! I don't know your name! I'm the hero so I need to know your name!" he said smiling. He suddenly remembered that he still had his black leather gloves on and struggled to take them off causing Tear to laugh.

"My name is Ange Paradis. Most people call me Tear though." she said sadly.

Alfred noticed that she hadn't said my friends call me, and she didn't seem to like the nickname either. He smiled, "Well, I'll call you Angel since that's what your first name means. Besides it fits you much better than Tear, 'sides, I'm your friend so I get to choose what awsome nickname to call you by!" he said looking proud of himself.

Ange smiled a smile that rivaled his own. She nodded, her first friend. She gave him a hug then went to change. Alfred blinked then made his way to the kitchen to try cooking. He didn't think she'd want McDonalds, besides, contrary to popular belief hamburgers were NOT 99.9% of what he ate! They only made up 80% of his diet. He looked around his kitchen wondering what to make. He looked at what he had. Hamburger, cream of chicken, green beans, and french fried onions. He could work with that!

Alfred pulled out a pot and put the hamburger in it letting it brown. He got out salt and pepper. When the hamburger was brown he put in the cream of chicken and the green beans and let it simmer for a bit. SInce he always cooked on high it didn't take long. When it was done he put the resulting hotdish on two plates and took them out to the living room and set them on the coffee table in front of his wide screen tv. Humming he put the French fried onions between them and the salt and pepper too.

He ran out to the kitchen to get silverwear, a beer for himself, and a cup for Angel. He was bringing it out when she came down stairs. She looked at the food, and tears filled her eyes. Alfred quickly set the stuff down and rushed to her in a panic. "What's wrong? Why are you crying? I need to call England! He'll know what to do! Gah! Where's my phone? Damn it Russia! I blame you!" he shouted running around the room still panicking. Angel started to laugh causing America to calm down and stop running around like a chicken with it's head cut off.

"I'm sorry. I was crying because I was happy. No one has ever done anything like this for me before. I just kinda was overflowing with joy." she smiled happily at him, "Thank you Al." she said. He blushed and smiled happily.

"Cool! Cause I like totally knew that! Heh. Why don't you pick out a movie then come sit down and eat?" he said sitting down himself. She went to his movie cabnit and her eyes widened.

He had to have about every movie ever made. She searched through them until she found one that sounded good. She put it in then sat down. "Which one did you pick?" Alfred asked curious.

"Hm? Oh it was called Emerald Waters." she said off-handedly. She put a spoonful in her mouth, it was hot but delicious. She added some french fried onions. The movie was about a woman with emerald eyes. She was a jew in WWII. By the end of it both Alfred and Ange were crying. The woman had died.

Alfred's phone chose that moment to ring. Ange recognized 'The Star-Spangled Banner' as the ringtone. Alfred flipped the red white and blue phone open. "Hello bossman!" he said cheerfully, "Why are you calling me so late?" he asked. Ange watched him as the man on the other end answered, she saw Alfred's body quiver. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT COMMIE BASTARD IS COMING OVER RIGHT NOW?" she watched him visibly calm himself, "I have company over Mr. President sir. Yes a normal person, I..." he listened for a moment, "No, I will not send her away. Yessir, yes, I'll tell her, yes I'll protect her from Ivan, no she is not my lover. No. no. Yessir, see you tomorrow." he hung up and ran his hands over his face.

He peeked over at Ange who was looking at him calmly. "Heh, so anyway. the President said that I should tell you the truth since you're about to meet Russia. I'm the personification of the United States of America. Ivan Braginski is the personification of Russia. He will be here in a second. I don't know why he's here, but I'm not sending a friend out into the rain, so you're about to meet him." as if to accent his words a rough knock was heard at the door.

Alfred smiled sheepishly and went to answer the door, he came back a second later with a giant blonde man with violet eyes. The man wore a tan scarf over his black t-shirt. Ange smiled, "Hello, I am Ange Paradis." she said calmly holding out her hand. Russia blinked then smiled enthusiastically

"I am Ivan Braginski!" he said with a thick accent, "It is good to see Amerika having friends. Ah, but I am not here for pleasentries. Amerika I will meet you upstairs." he said turning and walking away. Ange looked and saw Alfred shudder.

He smiled at her, "Pick out another movie, and turn the volume up, loud." he said before going upstairs. She did as he said, but she still heard the screams and cries that drifted down from upstairs. She hugged herself waiting for it to quiet down. The movie ended just as heavy footsteps came down the stairs. She got up and saw it was Russia, he was still smiling, but now he had blood on his lips.

"You are friends with Amerika, da?" he asked, she nodded. "You should go and take care of him." he said turning to leave. Ange lightly touched his arm as he walked by, "I can see you are very worried about him. So why do you hurt him, then walk away?" she asked.

Russia looked into the blue eyes so like the man's upstairs. Shock ran through him at those eyes. He sighed, "I can only do as my leader tells me to do. He tells me I must hurt Amerika, that I can never be friends with someone so different from myself." for once his smile slipped off. Ange hugged him, "Then I will be your friend, and you two can be friends through me with out breaking your boss's order." she said smiling softly before leaving to take care of the abused man who had taken her in. Russia watched her go with a smile then turned and left.

Ange cautiously entered the bedroom where Alfred lay staring blankly up at the ceiling. She saw the tears swimming in his eyes, but not a single one fell. She went to the bathroom and got a wet rag. She went to the man and softly washed his cuts, and removed the blood and semen from his body. Shivers ran through his body, and his fists were clenched. She went back to the bathroom, and ran water in the tub. Then she helped Alfred stand and walked him into the bathroom before washing him more thuroughly, then let him soak as she washed his hair with shampoo.

America relaxed as her hands ran through his hair and water washed over him. He finally spoke, "I'm... not that much different than you Angel." he said softly. She kept running her hand over his hair listening. "I... don't sell myself for money... instead I give up my body for foreign relations... I do... as my boss says. I'm... the only... country that has to... do... this... So I'm the one they all come to..." he said. He looked at Ange, "I have no real friends Angel. he said.

Ange smiled then kissed his forehead, "You have me. You're like the big brother I never had." she stood up and grabbed a giant fluffy towel. She helped him stand, his cuts already fading. She dried him off, paying careful attention to his hair, not wanting him to get a cold. She walked him to the bed and sat him down. She went to his drawers, and pulled out a long flannel shirt like the one she was wearing, and a pair of sweatpants. She looked for underwear, and found a bunch of red, white and blue stripped boxers.

Ange went back to Alfred and shimmied the boxers up his legs and over his hip bones. The pants and shirt quickly followed. She layed him down and tucked him in, then made to leave. Alfred grabbed her hand, "Please d-don't leave me." he whispered his eyes already dropping closed. She nodded and climbed into bed snuggling against him, soon she was asleep as well.

...

Morning met her bright and early. For once she wasn't tired, and was able to watch the sunrise. Quietly she creeped out of bed, Alfred was a heavy sleeper. She took the dirty clothes downstairs and started a load of laundry. Then she quickly ran to her home which, suprisingly, was only down the block, and grabbed her money. She went to the store, and bought groceries. She hurried back to Alfred's and started on a breakfast bake. It would take an hour for the thing to bake, so she set the oven and then rolled up her sleeves. She went out to the living room and got the night before's dirty dishes, and put them in the sink.

She dusted, washed and dried, swept, scrubbed, picked up, and vacuumed until the whole downstairs was practically shining. She put the vacuum away as the oven beeped. Grabbing a pair of potholders the took out the pan and set it on the stove. She set the table then went to wake up Alfred.

The room was dark and quiet as she entered again. The upstairs she'd clean after breakfast. Alfred was definatly a bachelor. His house had been dirty and lived in, but also like he hadn't had the time to clean it. Softly she shook his arm, "Alfred, wake up. Come one Al wake up. I have breakfast ready." she said. Alfred sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Wot time izit?" he asked slurring with tiredness.

"Around eight in the morning. Come on breakfast is ready, It's going to get cold if you don't hurry." she said.

Alfred blinked, then realized why everything was blurry and pulled texas on. A female version of him with long hair stared at him, minus the glasses. "Angel." he said grinning. She smiled back. He stood up stretching, an aching pain in his backside. He winced, Ange just took his arm and helped him downstairs. Alfred sniffed the air, "Wow! It smells great in here!" he said excitedly. Ange blushed slightly.

She sat him down at the table and served them. She set a bowl of homemade blueberry syrup on the table. They said grace, and dug in. Alfred at three fourths of the pan himself. He finally pushed his plate away and looked around, "Wow, you cleaned this place up nicely!" he said suprised that his counters were white not brown. Perhaps he wasn't the best cleaner in the world...

She smiled.

Alfred split the rest of the bake into two parts. One he put on a plate for England, and the other he put in the fridge. Then he helped her with dishes. She tasked him with picking up his room while she cleaned up the rest of the upstairs. The day passed quickly. That night they slept in the same bed again. Alfred was happy to have found a little sister.

...

Ange woke up early again and desided to take a shower. She ran over to her house and got a change of clothes, before hedding back to America's house. She went to the downstairs bathroom, and started the water humming. Once it was hot enough she shed her clothes and stepped inside. She smelled the shampoo and conditioner. It was strawberry, just like the stuff upstairs that Alfred used. She smiled, she loved the smell of strawberries. She softly hummed a song that her mother used to sing to her. It was her only memory of her mother.

Softly she started singing,

"Stars are shining,

the sky is crying,

I hold you in my arms,

Softly dreaming,

quietly raging

how I love you,

my little blue eyes.

Hearts are yearning,

the sea is burning

I hold you to me

sleepy breathing

quietly pleasing

how I love you,

my little blue eyes."

She shut the water off, and stepped out of the shower, drying herself off with a towel. She put on her American Flag t-shirt, and blue jeans. She padded out into the kitchen her bare feet making no noise as she started breakfast. Over and over she hummed her mother's song for her. Soon the oatmeal was done.

She set it on low heat and set the table before going up to get America. She found him already awake, and staring at the ceiling. He looked at her as she stepped up beside him, "You have a pretty voice Angel." he said smiling.

She looked down at her feet, "Thank you Al." she looked up smiling, "Come on, let's go eat breakfast. We'll do what you want today since we cleaned yesterday." she said.

Alfred jumped up excitedly, "Yay!" he frowned, "Unfortunatly we have to do something I don't want to do later, but first we can get it legal for you to be living with me!" he said as the walked downstairs.

She looked at them as they started eating. "What do we have to do that you don't want to do?" she asked putting brown sugar in her oatmeal.

"Well, for one we have to get you a passport, then we have to get on a plane to go to London, England for a World Confrence meeting that I really don't want to attend. I have to wear a suit when I go." he said wincing at even the mention of the word.

Ange laughed, "Suits aren't that bad I'm sure. I'd be more worried about the tie." she said.

He was silent for a minute thinking about that, "Yeah, I supose you're right!" he said with a brilliant smile.

They finished eating quickly, then flew to the white house. When Ange asked why the white house, Alfred just smiled and said it was quicker that way. That's how she met the president, he even signed a picture of the two of them together with Alfred. She vowed to treasure it. They ended up getting her adopted or rather added to the family in under two hours. The president nagged at Al to be on his best behavior at the meeting the whole time.

Half of the day was spent getting her a passport. They kept her name the same so it didn't take as long as it could have. She found out that Alfred had a twin brother named Mathew who was Canada.

Then they had to quickly hop on a plane to England. Alfred promised her that they'd shop for clothes and stuff there. Ange was excited, she'd never been out of New York before. The President had told her that the nations had a one week long meeting once every month. Alfred was taking her, she couldn't be happier!

Half way through the flight Al started getting tired, he turned to her, "Angel? Will you sing to me? That pretty song you were singing this morning?" he asked giving her puppy dog eyes. She smiled and nodded. Alfred closed his eyes as her voice drifted around him. Soon he was asleep leaving her alone to watch the ocean flow past. Quietly she wished she had a book.

She must have fallen asleep because when she opened her eyes again she saw the island of England in the distance. Excitement licked it's way up her spine causing her to wiggle happily. She grinned. She woke up Alfred and pointed it out happily. He smiled at her and laughed when they arrived at Heathrow and she practically jumped out of the plane. He grabbed her hand and his bag.

First he took them to the hotel where they would be staying during the week, then they went to visit England himself.

Alfred knocked on the door, waited a few seconds then knocked again. He was full fledged pounding on the door by the time a glaring England opened the door. "What the bloody hell do you think your doing Alfred?" the bushy browed gentleman ground out. Then he saw Ange. "Ah, hello miss." he was slightly disturbed by how much she looked like Alfred. Shaking it off he invited them in.

He set them down for tea, which he was delighted to see Ange quite enjoyed. America shoved breakfast bake in his face then went rumaging for coffee. Once he was settled Arthur cleared his throat. "Now America, tell me why you are at my house?" he asked setting his tea down softly.

"I was wond'ring if you knew a good place to shop for girls' clothing is? I need to get Angel some respectable looking clothing. She's wearing the only pair of good clothing she has right now. Oh yeah!" he said as an after thought. "I adopted her as my sister! She's going to be living with me from now on, and she'll also be coming to the meeting tomorrow!" he said proud of himself. "That'd make you kinda like her dad too y'know." he said grinning.

England blinked trying to process everything that his ex-colony had just said. "She is a normal human yes?" he asked. America nodded. "Very well, if your boss agrees." he smiled at Ange. "It is nice to meet you Ange. My name is Arthur. And as for clothing don't let America buy anything weird." he said before pointing out some good clothing shops.

America smiled at her, "England sees imaginary creatures, and can't cook. So don't eat his food. You're a much better cook than he is." he said then ran away laughing as England chucked a fork at him.

"I was wondering if you knew where I could find a good book to read." she said softly to England.

England blinked at her, "What do you like to read?" he asked thinking of all the books he had that he could lend her.

"King Arthur." she said immediatly.

England smiled at her, "I think I have one that you might like to borrow." he said then ran off to some part of his house. He came back minutes later carrying a huge volume with the words 'King Arthur's Court' scrawled along the side in gold lettering. Carefully he handed it to her.

She looked at him in amazement, "Can I really borrow it Arthur?" she asked. He nodded. Ange smiled and hugged him. "Thank you!" she called over her shoulder as she ran out to the car to read.

America watched her go then turned to England. "You want to say something." he said, his face serious for once.

England nodded, the smile leaving his face cold and sad, "Yes. Alfred, you're growing too attached. She is not a nation. She will die someday. She will leave us all behind." he said softly. He knew of America's hard life, knew what the other nation's did to him. He didn't want to see him needlessly hurt.

"Iggy, you didn't once look into her eyes did you? She has had a life just as hard as mine. You didn't see her when I did, you didn't see what she had to do to live. I know that she'll grow old, and leave me alone someday, but until then, I want to make her life as happy as possible to make up for the pain she's had up until now. Can you understand that?" he asked softly as he looked into Arthur's eyes.

Arthur saw truth shining in Alfred's eyes, and sighed. "I understand. Just be careful." he said. Alfred smiled and waved before leaving. Arthur watched him go. He'd never heard America talk like that. Maybe that girl was good for him...

...

Alfred carried her new clothes into their hotel room just as darkness was flushing the city in tones of blue. He'd gotten her a bunch of clothes, including one nice dress outfit (or five) for the confrence. They folded the clothes then fell into the single bed tired. "Will you sing for me?" Alfred asked laying on his back. Ange smiled and hugged him, her voice floating around them stealing them both away to sleep.

...

Ange woke up at six. Quickly she showered, and got dressed in one of the dress outfits, a royal blue blouse, and black pencil skirt that went to her knees. Black stockings and flat bottomed black shoes completed the outfit. They'd gotten her glasses to, just so that she'd look like Alfred. He'd also given her a bomber jacket like his since it was cold and rainy. She loved the thing. She carefully did her hair up in the same style that she'd worn when she'd first met Alfred, her face was clear of makeup.

Then she woke up Alfred and made breakfast while he was in the shower. They ate quickly, then she packed lunch for them while Alfred got his breafcase ready. With her pushing they got to the meeting a few minutes early.

Alfred held her hand reassuringly as they walked into the giant room where the confrence was being held. Russia walked over to them, "Ange! It is good to see you again komrad, you have worked a miracle, and gotten Amerika here on time. You seem to be doing well. You too Amerika." he said smiling.

"yeah no thanks to you ya Commie Bastard." Alfred hissed out.

Ange tapped him on the side of the head with her hand, "Don't speak like that. It doesn't matter if you don't like someone, you will speak to them with respect or you won't get to eat supper." she said softly.

Alfred grudgingly apologized leaving everyone stunned. Ange looked around, "Which one is your brother Canada?" she asked. Someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and saw a blonde that looked like a quieter Alfred holding a bear stood there.

"I-i'm Canada. I'm suprised you e-even remembered me. Most people d-don't even reali-ize that I'm here. My name is Mathew Williams." he said softly smiling at her.

"My name is Ange Paradis." she said smiling and shaking his hand.

Alfred hugged her, "She's our new adopted sister Mattie!" he said grinning like a fool.

Canada blinked then smiled, "I'm glad." he said.

Ange nodded in thanks, "Would you like to come to our hotel room for breakfast tomorrow morning Mathew?" she asked.

Mathew smiled, "Will there be pancakes?" he asked.

"Sure if you want. I'll make pancakes." she said grinning, she loved making food for people.

Mathew nodded happily then saw France coming towards them. "Papa. This is Ange Paradis. She is mine and Alfred's adopted sister. Be nice and keep your hands off, eh?" he said firmly.

Francis looked at her and sent her a smile, "Mon cher, you're name is french oui?" he asked.

She nodded, "Yes, my father was french. He died when I was one." she said. France kissed her cheeks in condolence before Alfred pulled her away.

"That's France if you couldn't figure it out." he said smiling at her, then glaring at the french man. France just whistled and smiled. "Come on. I'll introduce you to Germany, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, and Spain and the Italy twins before the meeting starts." he said picking a random group that he saw talking together.

She followed him. First she was introduced to two brunettes that looked alot alike. "The nice one is Italy or Feliciano, and the mean cranky one is Romano or Lovino." he said grinning.

"What'd you say hamburger bastard?" the darker haired of the two screeched. Ange tapped him on the head.

"Don't talk like that in front of me." she said calmly, effectivly confusing Romano.

"Ve~ I like her! She calmed fratello down!" said Italy hugging her. A tall blonde man with blue eyes gently pried Italy off of her.

"Yes Italy, but she can't breath if you don't stop squeezing her." he said drawing his eyebrows together in annoyance.

"Oops!" Italy let go, "I didn't mean to hurt her Germany!" he cried with tears in his eyes.

"It's alright. You didn't hurt me. I've been through worse." she said smiling softly at the emotional nation. Italy nodded then glomped his brother.

Germany met her eyes and was frozen for a second. He blinked and then smiled, "My name is Ludwig Beilschmidt. It is a pleasure to meet you." he said. Suddenly a white haired man with crimson eyes popped up out of no where.

"Holy shit! My bruder smiled!" he said in fake awe.

Ange tapped him on the head, "Don't use that language in front of me." she said.

Prussia turned around, "Who tells the awso-" he stopped as he looked into her eyes. He recognized the pain and fear buried in them, the hopelessness. He'd felt all of that when trapped with Russia. "I'm sorry, I won't talk like that in front of you again. I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt, this one's older brother. I'm not a nation anymore, but I'm the awsome Prussia." he said smirking.

Now everyone was staring at Ange. Someone had gotten Prussia to listen. Uncomfortable she met spain and then the meeting started.

...

The rest of the week went quickly, Ange had the most fun of her life, the nation's had quickly found out what made her have a breakdown. Things like touching the back of her neck in a fashion that could be used to hold someone down. She didn't like people cussing, or being mean to one another, the meetings went much smoother with her there. Breakfast with Canada had gone well. Varius countries had come over to eat with them. America hadn't eaten a hamburger in a week. Unfortunatly all good things come to an end.