Now I know what y'all are thinking. *gets things thrown at her* I'm sorry I haven't posted a story in a while–really, I am! I've just been so busy with school...

Oh and I'm fourteen now! You know? I feel so old! :D

But I really do feel awful. And since I do I'm writing this...awful excuse for a chaptered story. Please enjoy anyways. *sniff*

Summary: Abigail F. Jones had thought that, if they were both guys, her extremely slow-moving relationship with Alice Kirkland would move faster. She was wrong. US/UK, fem!US/fem!UK...fluff n' stuff.

Disclaimer: No. Himaruya owns it all.

Circumstances and Tsunderes

Chapter 1: I Won't Be Home For Christmas

"You...can't make it to Christmas?"

Abigail F. Jones heard Alice Kirkland's tiny voice on the other end of the line, and her heart gave a tiny pang of sheer sorrow. No, that's not it! She wanted to scream. I just can't spend Christmas with you, or else...!

America shook these thoughts from her head. Her not being outspoken and open about how she felt was something new, and she didn't like the feeling of lying to England.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry, dude, but I've got...uh, plans! Yeah sorry, plans," Abigail told the British nation, and she hoped that she didn't sound so obvious. There was silence on the other end of the line, before Alice spoke up again.

"I see. I guess it can't be helped, then," Alice, all the way back in England, tried to force as much neutrality into the sentence as possible–she really didn't care if Abigail could make it to Christmas or not. Really! After all, she always had Frances–wait.

What the bloody hell am I thinking?

America caught it. The tiny bit of sadness that was strung about Alice's words. A normal person wouldn't detect it, but...America was America. And she hated lying to Alice..er, England. She swallowed a large lump in her throat. Sorry, Ally.

"So..I, erm...guess I'll see you around then, huh?"

"I...suppose so. Merry Christmas, Abigail."

"Merry Christmas, Ally."

Click.

That had been the end of the call. Alice had been the first to hang up–Abigail, however, kept the phone in her hand, wrapping her index finger around its cord and listening to the annoying dial tone. She sighed, pushed Texas up her nose, and put the phone down.

Abigail then got up and began pacing her living room. Tonya came in at one point to show her a new sci-fi movie she had gotten at Red Box, but Abby paid it no heed.

After about three minutes of pacing, she just decided to let it all out and began throwing a bunch of pillows from her couch around the room and screaming random insults at an invisible Alice Kirkland.

Tonya came out of the Theater Room to watch her, just in case she decided to accidentally break her foot on something during her rampage. Abigail's mood swings had been getting worse and worse lately–and they were all centered around Alice–England.

"Stupid, good-for-nothing, adorable little–!" Abigail stopped when she realized that she was about to hurl one of the toy soldiers Alice had given her when she was but a wee colony. She gasped and hugged the toy soldier to her chest and slumped to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Jacob! Did I hurt you?" America whispered to the toy soldier, softly caressing the top of its head. Tonya rolled her eyes.

"Can't forget that fucking limey, can you?"

Abigail whipped her head around to glare at the alien. "You stay out of this! And I can sure as hell forget Iggy in the blink of an eye! Just you watch!" She got up and made ready to throw the toy soldier–Jacob, I mean, forgive me–but each time she tried her hand slumped down to her slide. Tonya smirked.

"Yeah, you sure showed me," the alien 'said' sarcastically.

Abigail stopped trying to hurl Jacob across the room and instead set him down safely on his resting place atop a secret cabinet. Then she sighed and slumped into a couch.

"Hey, Tonya?"

"Yes, Abigail?"

"I can't believe this," the American nation moaned, pulling a pillow to her face. Tonya sighed. True, Abby was severely annoying–but she was a good friend. Good alien-believer. Not like limey or whatever-her-name-was.

"Can't believe what?"

"I told you the real reason why I declared my independence from Ally all those years ago, right?" her face was still stuffed in a pillow, so as to suppress her blush.

Tonya recalled something of it. "You might have."

Tonya moved to sit next to Abby on the couch. America removed the pillow from her face; her blush had gone down. All that was left was a tiny shade of pink.

"Well...I just...," Abigail coughed into her fist and sighed. "I kinda loved Ally. Yeah, I was a raging teenager with a bunch of stuff I didn't understand–but for some reason, that one thing stood out and I felt that that was the only thing I understood."

Tonya nodded. She opened her can of coke and nodded somemore for the American nation to go on.

"I thought that, if I was independent of her, she'd stop seeing me as her little sister, her baby. But it turns out that becoming independent has just made things move ten times slower," Abigail sighed and directed her gaze to her favorite toy soldier Jacob.

"I see."

"And all we ever do is argue!"

"I know. Everyone knows." Tonya sighed. UST...

"Which is why I've reached this conclusion!"

"What conclusion, O Wise one?" Tonya just hoped it wasn't as bad as the one tuna fish idea. God, the house smelled of tuna fish fifty universes away...

"Well, I was just thinking," America began, but was interrupted by Tonya.

"You do that?"

"That's one of Iggy's retorts. And I shall ignore your meany-ness," Abby told the alien. Tonya smiled–that is..she would be smiling...if she had a mouth or something.

"I just thought that if we were both guys...our relationship would move a hell of a lot faster! I mean...I bet I'd be a pretty pushy guy! And Iggy would be a very...cute...guy..," Abigail started gushing nose blood and Tonya ran to get her a tissue.

"You could be right on that one, America. There's just one problem."

"Wuzzat?" Abigail wiped the last of her nose blood away and tossed the tissue on the floor.

"How are you going to make that happen?"

"Hey now! I'm not saying I wanna be a guy. I'm just saying that I wanted to see what would happen if Iggy and I were guys," Abigail said. "We'd probably be lovers instantaneously!"

"You know that word?"

"Shut up!" Abby threw a pillow at Tonya. "So, Ton, do you have any ideas on how I could see that?"

The alien thought for a moment. "Has England ever left any books at your house?"

It was Abby's turn to think. "Uh, yeah. In the, um...storage room."

"Mind if we look there?"

"Er, sure. But why?"

"Tell you later. Come on."

~Circumstances and Tsunderes~

"I still don't get why you're looking through all this junk," America sighed, and then conjured up some sort of image of England saying that the term was "rubbish" and not "junk" or "trash". She smiled.

"Found something!" Tonya lifted her head out from the large pile of books in the trunk and held a huge, black book in the air triumphantly.

"What is it?" Abby asked.

"One of England's spell books, apparently," Tonya said, flipping through the book nonchalantly. Abby broke into a grin.

"You believe in that crap? Never mind–just let me see!" she snatched the book away from him and flipped through it. "What spell do you think I should use? You think I can even cast spells?"

"You should probably just do a verbal spell and not one that involves mixing potions. You'd blow the world up."

"Huh? What's this?" Abigail held her finger on a page near the middle of the book. The heading read, "The Imaginary Door". It read:

"To enter through this door, you must believe truly in what you are about to do. You must have full confidence that the door will get you there safely, and that you will succeed in your goal."

"Agreed?"

That voice had not come from Tonya, nor from Abby herself. It came from her head, and she winced at 'hearing' it. Then she began to scream.

"Agreed?" the voice came back, stronger this time.

"Agreed!" Abigail screamed without thinking. It hurt so bad. "Agreed, agreed, agreed!"

"Very well then."

And the last thing Abigail Jones saw was Tonya rushing to her side as the lights went out.

~Circumstances and Tsunderes~

Abigail awoke in the storage room, but Tonya wasn't there. Her head no longer hurt–and there were no books strewn all over the room. And the spell book wasn't there at all either.

Guess it was a dud after all, Abigail thought sullenly, picking herself up off of the floor and walking out of the storage room. She made her way back into the living room, but stopped when she heard a voice. Abby halted and hid in the hallway, so that she could peek around the corner to see who exactly had found their way into her living room.

And she held back a gasp at who she saw. It was a man–from behind, he had nice brown hair and he was wearing a bomber jacket with a fifty on the back. That's mine, bro, Abigail growled, but started paying attention when she heard what he was saying. Apparently, he was on the phone with someone.

Click.

"'Ello?"

"Hey, Iggy. I just...uh, I just wanted to tell you that I can't come over for Christmas."

A pause.

"You...can't make it to Christmas?"

Abigail F. Jones blinked.

What...?

~Circumstances and Tsunderes~

A/N: Wow, I actually got done. This was hell to write–but I loved writing Fem!America.

And now the important part.

Should I continue this or not?

I'm not sure if I should...

LoveHateLove,

Blank Paiges :)