Chapter 2: Disappointment to Excitement

Author's Note: Yeh, so anyone who has questions about Amiee, I, MegaNerd3000, am here to clear them up.
Sierra Leone was originally a Portuguese colony, but the main language spoken there is Creole. Creole is a mixture of some kind of native African language and French. Ryanabeth H Deveroux thought it would just be easier to just make her French instead of Portuguese and have people be all "Why the hell does she have a French accent if she was born in Portugal?"... We shall divulge into Amiee's past later into the story. For now.. Enjoy!

P.S. RHD and I have come to the conclusion that we shall each post separate chapters. I'm doing the even chapters, she's doing the odds.
P.P.S. There are some basic words that most of you should know in the other languages so I shall not translate them for you.

Disclaimer: Ryanabeth H. Deveroux and MegaNerd3000 still do not own Hetalia

Feliciano and Amiee circled around the airport three times before they found the right baggage claim. The whole time, Feliciano was telling her about all of the different things they would be doing this summer and how much fun they were going to have. He was a bit annoying, but in an endearing way, and Amiee was slowly starting to like him.

"Vee~ Amiee, have you come to America before?" he asked her. "You have such a thick accent that I wouldn't have thought you were born here, like Big Brother Francis was,"

Amiee cringed a little when he mentioned Francis. "Actually I have," she said, grabbing hold of Gilbert's small black bag. Feliciano made a move to carry it for her, but she waved him off, taking it as if she'd carried it everyday. "My parents have jobs that take them all over the world and I've been traveling along with them whenever I can," she finished, showing him her large neon blue bag. He practically fell down with the weight so she ended up taking that one too. He gave her an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, I'm not very strong," he said looking down at his feet. 'No kidding', she thought, but didn't say as much. "You know that when I was little, people used to think I was a girl? That's always made my grumpy fratello, Lovino really protective of me," Amiee had no idea where this was coming from, but she smiled at him.

"Well when I was little, people used to think that I was a boy," she winked at him when he looked up and his face lit up in a smile.

"Really?" he giggled. He had a cute laugh. No wonder people thought he was a girl. "You're so piuttosto, Amiee! How could you be thought as a boy?" Amiee's cheeks tinted a little. She was dark already, blushing just made her skin darker.

"Um, I've pretty much have nothing going on up here," she sighed, motioning about her chest. Feliciano tilted his head to the side as if he didn't understand, "I'm flat-chested," she said, making him blush furiously.

"Vee~ I kind of noticed that," it was Amiee's turn to blush. "I meant that you were too pretty for people to think you're a boy. I on the other hand, look like a girl," Feliciano smiled, his eyes taking on an odd light. "I've been told that I look pretty good in a dress," Amiee laughed.

"We should cross dress together one of these days," she giggled and Feliciano nodded enthusiastically at her as they found their way back to the others.

"Is he alright?" Amiee asked casually, approaching the boys. Francis was hobbling while walking, so she guessed he wasn't doing very well. He winced a bit when she came near, but laughed at her question.

"Oh, I'm just fine, cutie," he said walking over to her. "Pourquoi ne pas me donner un baiser et lui faire sentir mieux," he whispered into her ear, knowing full and well that she'd understand him. The result was Amiee dropping their luggage and her face looking redder then one of the tomatoes in Feliciano's garden.

"Don't you ever say something like that to me again, least you lose a limb," she said, pointing a finger at him and turning to leave.

"Oh, I like a challenge," Francis muttered, following her through the revolving doors. Gilbert and Antonio were left to grab the luggage, as Amiee had turned, not looking back. Not many women (or men for that matter), were able to resist Francis' charm and Antonio was a bit stunned. Gilbert was used to it, having known Amiee so long. Feliciano and Ludwig were just trying to control their laughing. Amiee had guts to refuse Francis what he wanted.

"Does she even know where the cars are?" Lovino asked, picking up his pace so he wouldn't get left behind.

"I'm sure Francis will show her," Feliciano said stifling a giggle.

"If she doesn't murder him first," Ludwig muttered, making the group erupt into laughter.

"Sooo, where's everyone else?" Gilbert asked casually while there was a a short silence. Ludwig made all of them go out to dinner, claiming that the two travelers must be starving. Not that Gilbert was complaining (Hell, it was free food!), he just wished that his other friends would have come to see him. They were now seated at a quaint Italian restaurant, requested by Feliciano and Lovino.

"Francis stopped ogling at Amiee (who was glaring daggers at him) to stroke his stubbly chin. "Well, there's no easy way to say this but-"

"No one likes you, albino-potato. No one wanted to come. We asked and they all said no. They all went away for the summer and forgot about you," Lovino cut in before Francis could finish. The table sat in silence as Gilbert's eyes clouded in anger and Lovino stared back with a smug look on his face.

"Lovino!" Antonio gasped. "¿Qué te dije acerca de insultar a la gente? Usted va a conseguir usted golpeó a uno deestos días, idiota!" the Spaniard began speaking rapidly in his native tongue in his anger.

"I don't speak freaking Spanish, tomato bastard," Lovion snapped back at him. Much to the surprise of everyone, Antonio got up and swung Lovino over his shoulder. "What the hell are you doing you bastard? Put me the fuck down!" Antonio just ignored the screaming Italian boy and took him outside.

After the shock died down, Amiee looked over at Gilbert, trying to access his mood. His jaw was clenched and his hands were balled into fists. She put a hand on his shoulder and he immediately shook her off.

"I'm fine," he said through clenched teeth. Ludwig looked almost a mirror image of his brother's angry expression.

"It's not as bad as it sounds, bruder," he said. "They had family commitments and-"

"Gott verdammt, Lugwig!" Gilbert said slapping his hand on the table with a loud smack!. Feliciano looked at him startled and Francis shook his head. Gilbert sighed and ran a hair through his silvery hair. "I said I was fine, okay? Too bad for them that their missing out on the awesome me," Amiee looked at him worriedly. It was going to be a long evening.

-Hetalia-

Lovino and Antonio came back, both a bit ruffled, which caused Amiee to raise an eyebrow. She quickly forgot about all of them when their food came. She sniffed her plate of fettuccine alfredo and almost started drooling. She had always been a sucker for good food. Give her a plate of something yummy and she was putty in your hands.

"This smells freaking delicious!" she said her voice filled in giddy pleasure. Feliciano smiled at her.

"Vee~ I hope you like it. Its my own recipe," he said delightedly. His smile widened as Amiee's eyes turned huge.

"Was?" she exclaimed. "You- you made this?" she sputtered looking at the Italian in disbelief. "As in, you developed a recipe and..." she was at a loss for words. Gilbert was laughing at her astonishment.

"Well, his grandfather owns the place so its logical that he would make something," Ludwig said, digging into his potatoes. Feliciano had convinced his grandfather that they needed to be added to the menu to please said German boy.

"Was? How come you failed to tell me that your friends could cook?" Amiee snapped at Gilbert. The boys watched her in amusement, especially Francis. 'She likes food, eh?' He thought. Very dirty thoughts ran across the Frenchmen's head as Gilbert answered Amiee.

"You never asked!" he laughed. "You haven't even tasted it yet and you're drooling," he added, looking the French girl straight in the face. The others around them were eating so she decided to dig in. I've died and gone to heaven, was her first thought.

"Mon Dieu!" she moaned, licking all of the sauce off of her fork then going to grab another bite. "Mon Dieu terrifié par," she moaned again, savoring it. She was indulging herself in the best Italian food she'd ever eaten, and she'd been to Italy once before.

Francis didn't once take his eyes off of her, watching her eat with like that. She looked like she was going to orgasm from the wonderfulness of the food. Sure, the first time he'd tasted Feliciano's pasta he'd said it was the best, but the amazing kind of died down after you'd had it fifty times. Amiee, though, was going right at it, making sure that she didn't waste a single bit. His pants were getting exceptionally tight each time she licked at her fork. 'Oh not now', he thought covering his face, but peaking out of his fingers to look at her. He bit down hard on his lip then quickly excused himself to go to the bathroom. He needed to be alone for a minute.

Even then, Amiee didn't notice. Her face was too far in her food and Gilbert was afraid that she wouldn't come up to breath. He shook his head at his friend and continued eating his own food.

"I'm officially in love with you, Feliciano!" Amiee exclaimed for about the third time, hugging the younger boy. He laughed a little and hugged her back. They had all finished their food (Francis came back from the bathroom with a goofy look on his face, but actually sat through the rest of Amiee's eating) and were walking out to the two cars that they had driven there. Ludwig said that they were finally going to go to the Beilschmidt home afterward.

"Vee~ I'm glad you liked it, Amiee!" he said, gratitude written on his face. He knew people liked his food, but Amiee's attitude towards it made him happy.

"Good God did I like it!" Amiee got a dreamy look on her face as she recounted the food she had only eaten a few minutes ago. "It was heavenly! Just so creamy and... Ugg, you need to make that for me!" she said, tugging on his arm. "Please Feliciano, you need to make that for me one day. Better yet, teach me to make it," she was actually talking in the way that Feliciano usually talked, rapidly and quickly changing from subject to subject.

Ludwig raised an eyebrow at his older brother almost for an explanation.

"Oh, she gets this way after she eats something really good," Gilbert laughed at his friends sudden girly-ness. "Its like Amiee on crack.. not that she's ever been on crack or anything..." he trailed off as Francis slugged an arm around Amiee's waist, making the girl stiffen instantly.

"I don't think that's a good idea amigo," Antonio piped up, unlocking his car. Gilbert and Francis had traveled to the restaurant with him while Feliciano and Amiee were in Ludwig's car. Lovino, claiming that he didn't want Felicino to go five feet with the 'potato bastard' without him there, had also gone with Ludwig.

"She might punch your junk again, rose bastard," Lovino said chuckling a bit. The girl held a bit of respect with him for what she had done.

"No, she wouldn't hurt me twice in one day. Would you, ma petite fleur?" he directed his question to Amiee who was blushing like crazy. "Plus, I can teach you to cook," he gave her waist a squeeze and whispered into her ear. "Très bien,"

"Please... Just... Get your hand off me!" she said pushing him away. "Gah! Does my personal space mean anything to you?" she went straight to the passenger side of Ludwig's car as he unlocked it and jumped in, shutting the rest of them out.

"Smooth, rose bastard. Real smooth," Lovino chuckled again and went into the back seat of the car. Francis looked at the ground dejectedly.

"Don't worry, Big Brother Francis," Feliciano said cheerily. "Maybe you just need to do something nice for her," he slid into the back seat next to his brother and Amiee immediately started talking to him. Ludwig sighed and got in, starting the car and putting it in reverse.

"Meet us at home, okay?" he called to Antonio, who nodded, and drove off into the street. Francis gave Gilbert a reproachful look.

"Are you and Amiee dating or something? Why doesn't she like me?" he asked, getting in the car. The other two followed suit and the were soon cruising down the street.

"Kesese, why does everyone think we're dating?" Gilbert asked, laughing. "She's not the kind of girl that's swayed with sultry looks and words," he explained. Francis frowned.

"She's all touchy-feely with Feli and she punches me in the nuts. There's something wrong with that!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in a 'what the fuck?' kind of way. Antonio chuckled.

"Ah, but it's not that hard to be like that with Feli. He latches on to people when they first meet him. That's just how he is," he said. Francis frowned again.

"But what the hell do I have to do to get her to stop punching me in the balls?" Francis asked in an exasperated voice.

"She might be like Lovi," Antonio said, something that Gilbert couldn't quite place was in his voice. Lust maybe? He didn't really want to think about it. "She just might need to be disciplined or -"

"No one wants to know what you and Lovino do, Antonio. You probably 'disciplined' him earlier," Gilbert said, cutting his friend off. "Why were you two gone so long? Don't answer that," he had seen Antonio start to open his mouth and cut him off again. He sighed and looked out of the window at the scenery. His home. He was so glad to be back.

"How's Roderich?" he asked suddenly. Antonio and Francis shared a weary look. "Is he good? Has he asked of me or something?" Roderich Eldenstein had been Gilbert's crush since he was fifteen and realized that liked men. The boy had been infatuated with Roderich. Liking him from a far, giving him little gifts to show him that he cared. Gilbert had never felt that way for anyone before he started liking Roderich.

"Gil, things have changed since last year. Roderich and everyone else aren't the same," Antonio said gently. He knew of his friend's 'obsession' and didn't want to see him get hurt.

"Last summer, he said we could try," Gilbert muttered, remembering. He and Roderich had been stealing kisses under the bridge near his school. He said that if he ever came home for good, they could have a relationship. Gilbert had worked hard that year for that. He wanted so desperately for Roderich to be his and only his.

Francis sighed, "Just.. watch yourself, bien?" Gilbert turned away from his friend, a sure sign that the conversation was over. He stared out of the window for a moment then gasped.

It was his house. The house his father had bought when they had first mover to America. The large three level building looked exactly how he remembered; the beige paint covering the outside, their white front porch. But the difference was that the porch was covered in people. Everyone was there, waiting for him to come home.

"WELCOME HOME GILBERT!" They screamed as he got out of the car. He ran over to Ludwig and put him in a head lock.

"You tricked me, bruder!" he laughed. He really had thought that no one wanted to see him. "You and that dumm Italian tricked me!" Lovino scowled behind him.

"I honestly believe that no one likes you, albino-potato," he muttered. Gilbert just laughed. No one could ruin his mood now. He turned toward Amiee, taking in her larger then usual smile.

"You knew too, didn't you?" he asked awed that she had kept it form him.

She smiled at him. "Well, I knew that there was going to be a surprise for you," she said.

"Mein Gott! You guys are awesome!" he said, hugging everyone in turn (Lovino tried to smack him for it). "Where's Vati?" he asked Ludwig.

"Oh, that's another surprise," Ludwig said smiling. Amiee had to do a double take at that. The devious way he was smiling made him look exactly like Gilbert, making her cringe. She already had to deal with one of them, please don't let it be two.

"How so?" Feliciano asked. Yes, he had been in on the surprise part, but he had no idea what was going on with the Beilschmidt's father.

"Vati's gone on a business trip for the whole summer," Ludwig said, he and Gilbert sporting twin smiles.

"Well than what the fuck are we waiting for?" he asked, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Let's party!"he received loud yells of 'hell yeah' in return as everyone trouped into the house.

Oh how good it was to be back.

Translations: (We're sorry for this chapter.. Amiee speaks three different languages {German, French, and Portuguese... four if you count English} and she changes the language she's speaking her with her mood. Plus all the other native tongues of the actual Hetalia characters. It was a bit of a Google Translate nightmare.)

Pourquoi ne pas me donner un baiser et lui faire sentir mieux (French) - Why not give me a kiss and make it feel better?

¿Qué te dije acerca de insultar a la gente? Usted va a conseguir usted golpeó a uno deestos días, idiota! (Spanish) - What did I tell you about insulting people? You're going to get yourself beat up one of these days you idiot!

Mon Dieu terrifié par (French) - My freaking God!

ma petite fleur (French) - My little flower

Très bien (French) - very well

A/N: Phew! That was a long chapter. Welp, I'm done. RDH has to do the next one.

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