Pichugirl here! Anyways...I reread this story and realized it suck so...I'm gonna rewrite it to the best of my ability. It will have the same plot, 'cept Ivan will be less of an asshole and hopefully not too emo. Because emo Russians are not fun at all... Amelia will still be her bubbly, mothering self, except she is very OOC in this prologue.

What else... Oh!I will try to update a lot so keep watch for that. I'm writing it down from a notebook first and junk. I will also rewrite the sequels after this because they probably suck too. Also Sophia's age will be upped a bit as well. I'll keep the chapters after this but only until I have rewritten them. So please review for me and tell me if I did worse than a originally did or better. I do want to better myself on these things.

Italics-Memories and thoughts.

Bold-Important things.

Pichugirl out!

Amelia stirred from her deep slumber, the inside of her mouth tasting faintly of vodka and her head pounding. Opening her eyes, she found herself face to face with a man that had platinum blond hair. Stifling a scream, she shot up from the bed. Keep calm...keep calm...Amelia, don't freak out no matter how much you want to.

Looking underneath the covers, she felt her cheeks heat up. She quickly covered herself, feeling overexposed. What the hell did I do?! Slipping out of the bed, she made sure not to wake up the stranger. The teen glanced at him, hearing him mumble in his sleep.

Thankfully, the hotel room wasn't large and Amelia found her clothes easily. The girl wondered how she even got into this mess until she saw her fake I.D. which made her remember yesterday's events.

The young teenage girl found a seat beside the first available, single guy she could find. "Hello, stranger!" she greeted, letting a Southern drawl enter her voice. "What's your name?"

The man looked at her, his face red with embarrassment. "P-privet? Um...Ivan...Ivan Braginski." He tried to scoot away as she leaned closer to him. The American was already a bit drunk and the Russian could probably tell.

"I'm Amelia Jones!:she chirped happily. "Are ya here with someone?"

"N-Nyet..." He stared at his glass to avoid eye contact with the strange girl. Amelia pouted and examined his scarf between her fingers.

"This is very well made. Where ya buy it?"

Ivan shook his head, "My older sister made it for me..." His face grew redder. Smiling, Amelia though he was being cute.

"That's nice. Wish I had an older sister!" she exclaimed loudly.

"So you have no siblings?" asked Ivan curiously.

"I have an older bro! I used to have a twin as well." Amelia's voice grew soft and sad at the last statement.

The Russian petted her amber colored hair, trying to make her feel better. Blushing, he felt her nuzzle his arm. "If it makes you feel any better, my younger sister is crazy. She wants to marry me." Why was he giving out this information to a complete and drunk stranger?

Amelia scooted closer to Ivan, almost purring. "Dude, you are so warm~" He blushed and drank more of his vodka to distract himself. The American didn't seem to know the effect she had on him, or did she? If she did, then she sure was doing a good job.

"Let me have some of that!" she demanded, reaching for his vodka. He gave it to her and watched her drink it down as if it were a shot. "Nngh...gross."

Ivan giggled. Not many people could handle vodka. The Russian could since he'd been drinking it as a young boy. "Don't get sick Amelia."

Amelia blushed, liking the way her name sounded with his accent. She watched him order some more vodka and for her, beer. Smiling, she fidgeted, hoping that he'd notice her more. "Thank you~"she said.

"Amelia?" The teenage girl froze and turned her head to see a pair of amythest colored eyes staring at her. "Were you leaving?" Ivan asked, his voice soft.

"Yeah..."she said.

"Don't...please?" We can get breakfast together," he offered.

A part of her wanted to say yes, but she knew her parents would be worried. She didn't even know this guy. Biting her lip, Amelia weighed out her options and decided to be 'sensible' for once. "I-I can't. Look...I won't get you in trouble or anything since this was mostly my fault anyways."

"Why would I be in trouble?"asked the Russian.

Amelia never answered. She knew she looked older than she actually was since she dressed the part. "I only used you to get over my ex...so..." She stood up. "...bye..." The American left the room.

A month and a half later

Sitting at the family table, Amelia stared at the pregnancy test in front of her. The one that tested positive. The ones that were sitting at the bottom of her bathroom trash all had the same results as well. Covering her face, the teen wondered how she was suppose to tell her parents.

She was only seventeen.

Amelia dreaded her father's reaction the most. He had practically disowned Arthur after ge refused to get a 'successful, sensible job' and married a girl their parents disapproved of.

Maybe they won't be that mad. I mean, I could always put it up for adoption... Amelia looked down on abortion and didn't consider that an option. Hearing the door, she quickly hid the test in her jacket. "Hon, we're home," announced the soft voice of her mother.

I am not ready. Go and come back in another hour. Please. Amelia silently pleaded in her head. "Hey Mom, Dad!" she greeted as they entered the room. She watched as her mother's eyes narrowed , immediately picking up on something while her father raised an eyebrow. "Why are you home so early? Aren't you hanging out with that Justin fellow or something?" he asked.

"We broke up almost two months ago," reminded Amelia. "He was a cheating, lying bastard, remember?"
Mr. Jones shrugged, not really caring. He never liked his daughter's ex-boyfriend. "So honey, did you want to talk to us about something?" asked Mrs. Jones. No...

"Kinda..." Amelia picked at her frayed jeans.

Her parents took their seats across from her where they could examine her easily. "You can tell us anything," said her father with an easy going smile.

Amelia peeked at the pregnancy test. She took it out and slid it across the table. The smile disappeared off her father's face as his blue eyes hardened. Her mother seemed to have died inside, her eyes growing hollow. "I'm really, really sorry..."