Disclaimer: We don't own Hetalia. We do, however, claim Evelyn, Amelia and Maddie.


Evelyn stared at the papers in front of her in despair. She had been at this for hours and the numbers were beginning to blur together. Why couldn't America just accept isolationism again? That would make economics so much easier. Of course, this had nothing to do with the fact she just didn't want to learn about the global economy or the paperwork that went along with it.

It was a beautiful day outside. The sky a perfect forget-me-not blue with not a cloud in sight; the temperature just right for jeans and a light jacket. Unfortunately, Arthur was going to stop by later today to check her work. He had given her some old reports to work through for practice since she would be doing them for real soon enough.

Evelyn sighed and turned back to the papers. She pushed Texas back up on her nose and scribbled out a wrong number correcting it. The girl still wasn't used to the glasses constantly fiddling with and adjusting them. Matthew assured her she would in time, but Alfred thought it was just amusing; why did he have to be so frickin' blind?

You're not annexing Texas just because you don't want glasses. Alfred interjected a hint of warning in his voice.

I wouldn't really do it, but seriously, these things are annoying. She adjusted the eye wear again disentangling a stray strand of hair from them.

Evelyn calculated a few more numbers using the eraser of her pencil to tap the calculator buttons. She could feel Alfred shifting restlessly in the back of her mind which meant he would start whining...

I'm bored.

There it was. It was amazing how those two little words could derail her entire train of thought and, unfortunately, it usually meant they weren't going to be productive for the rest of the day. How in the world did the English nation withstand America's whining?

We have to get this done Al. Evelyn reminded him. You could always help me. You've done this before, right?

Not for this economy. Besides, it's awesome outside. A hero like me can't be expected to sit in here doing paperwork while it's this nice!

Evelyn rolled her eyes, but the hazel orbs still strayed to the window as she twirled her pencil absently. The weather hadn't been this nice for a while and she could swear she was starting to get permanently attached to the chair.

"Maybe for a little while..." the girl finally conceded as Alfred cheered in the background.

She stepped out into the fresh Virginia air stretching her arms over her head. Birds soared overhead lazily calling to each other. A breeze from the north sent goosebumps down her arms. She ducked back inside grabbing her dark brown leather jacket out of the closet intentionally ignoring Alfred's requests for his beloved bomber jacket-despite how cool she or he thought it was, it was overly large on her and she only wore it when cold.

Shrugging it on, she hopped off the porch and started into the surrounding woods, her favorite boots sinking into the soft loam. She hummed Alfred's new favorite song as he sung-loudly-in the back of her head.

A foreboding tingle crawled up her spine. Evelyn stopped in her tracks and Alfred's singing trailed off.

What was...?

Suddenly, there was a bright flash of white light. America cried out putting one arm over her eyes. There was the disconcerting feeling of movement and then everything stopped.

Evelyn swayed on her feet, spots still in her eyes. She tried taking a step, but fell too disoriented still to really move. As the nausea and dizziness started to fade, she examined her surroundings. This definitely wasn't the Virginia forest anymore. For one, there was clanging and raised voices. For another, she was surrounded by metal.

She had landed in a shipyard of some sort. Judging by the accent of the few people she could actually hear, she was in a British shipyard.

Did you nation hop? Alfred asked confused.

I don't think so, but it's not like I'm the best at it or anything. Maybe I should call Artie? Evelyn reached for her cell only to groan in frustration when it wasn't there; she must've left it on the desk when she went outside.

A movement of shadows drew Evelyn's eyes upwards, towards the edge of a ship. Standing there was a blonde haired girl. The girl was taller than herself yet still in the short category. She wore a white bubble puff jacket and a black mini skirt. Under the skirt were a pair of white leggings that ended shortly after her knees. Calf-high combat boots covered her feet, yet they weren't tied properly and one had even folded downwards. Her hands were looped into the pockets of the coat and her blonde hair fell to her shoulders with gentle waves. Her eyes, on the other hand, did not match her disposition. They were a swirling abyss of red and lavender and every shade in between.

Evelyn could almost feel herself drawn into them before a nudge from America pulled her out. She wouldn't make eye contact with the strange girl again.

"So you're what's caused the disturbance?" The girl cocked her head. If she were a cosplayer, she would have the perfect tone and voice to be Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter. "I see now. Well this shall be fun." The girl nodded her head. "Little nation that once wasn't but now is, I will take you to someone who shall guide you to someone more familiar until Order rights itself again." The girl turned and began to walk away.

Evelyn stared after the girl in a mix of curiosity, apprehension and downright disbelief. What the hell was going on? Then she realized the mysterious girl was walking away not bothering to look back to see if the American was following.

"H-hey! Wait up!" America scrambled to get to her feet taking off after the other blonde. She heard a slight laugh from up ahead catching only a glimpse of golden locks before the girl disappeared around a corner. Evelyn used America's amazing strength to boost her speed flying around corners and jumping over obstacles at a reckless pace, but it still wasn't enough to catch up; the mystery girl remained always just out reach. "Damn it! I said wait up!"

It wasn't long before they entered the main town. Evelyn didn't recognize it and neither did Alfred so it wasn't anywhere near London. People crowded the main street going about their morning tasks oblivious to the chase happening right in front of their eyes.

America paused at an intersection; she had lost the girl in the crush of people and was taking a moment to recover her breath as the nation frantically searched. She didn't know why, but it was awfully important that she follow the mysterious girl. Finally, she spotted a blonde and that puff coat among the more somber clothing and raced off again pushing her way through the crowd.

The other blonde turned down a side street and Evelyn broke from the English rush hour taking a parallel alley to try and cut the second girl off. It didn't work. The mystery blonde stayed defiantly ahead of her. Cursing under her breath, Evelyn sprinted after the other girl watching as that tell-tale blonde hair disappeared behind a tree in the woods at the edge of the town.

The American had to slow once she entered the unknown terrain. A laugh from up ahead and a flash of blonde had the nation dashing off again however. She dodged trees and other debris with all the skill America had gained in his wars only to be felled by a root that had not been there a few seconds earlier, at least that's what Evelyn told herself. Alfred helped her check her ankle; luckily it wasn't even sprained. Unfortunately, the time taken on the could-be injury meant she had lost her quarry.

"Bloody hell in a hand basket!" Evelyn threw her arms in the air kicking a tree to relieve frustration.

Stop using England's slang. It's embarrassing! Said Alfred.

I'll use whatever slang I want. Besides, if it wasn't for the British, you'd be speaking French.

Alfred shuddered, whining. That's not funny. I don't know how Mattie survived with that pervert.

A twig snapped off to the left. America whirled to face that direction on the defensive. The nation ignored the fact there weren't any dangerous animals in the country arguing that it was better to be safe than sorry.

What emerged, however, was not an animal, but another girl with yellow blonde hair wearing an American Navy Officer's uniform and yellow converse.

"Well what have we here?" The new girl cocked her head to the side with a slight smirk eyes dancing with mirth like the waves on the beach. The original girl also came out from the trees standing across from the second.

"A little nation who is but was not." The first answered.

"I think I've eaten less cryptic fortune cookies before." The second groused.

"Take her to your pirate, he will be a familiar face to her."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah I'll take her." The second waved her hand in the air almost dismissing the other. "Are you not coming?"

"I shall meet up with you later, Amelia." The first smiled lazily putting her hands in the pockets of her puff coat.

"I'm glad you generally hang out in Canada; America's interesting enough without you." she gave a smug smile at this.

Evelyn shook her head dispelling the haze that seemed to descend over her. "Wait a second! Who the hell are you people? Don't I get a say in this?" She glared at the two of them trying not to meet the first's eyes after what happened last time.

"Since you decided to follow Chaos..." Amelia paused and rolled her eyes." I'm going to say no. And it's really only no if you want to live."

The American bristled. "Don't threaten me!"

"Relax, Sweetheart. Captain, my Captain would be pissed if some, and I quote 'damn, Yankee, bastard' went and got themselves lost in the woods and died of starvation... or fae."

Evelyn rolled her eyes, but she could feel Alfred seconding the motion. "You sound like Artie. Fae don't exist."

"She's not all important, is she?" The second girl looked at the first who nodded her head. "Well damn and here I wanted to let her see how non-existent the fae could be come the full moon."

"Okay, seriously, who the fuck are you people?" The American nation interrupted getting more than a little frustrated with the whole situation.

"You're best friend and worst enemy," the first girl said in an ominous voice giving a little twirl.

"Hahahah, looks like you're new best friend if you want outta these woods in a sane manner any time this decade."

America groaned looking to the heavens. "Why me?" she complained. There were moments when she wanted to go back to the time when all she had to worry about was paying the rent and doing her homework. She didn't have to worry about rent anymore since the government paid for all of America's houses/apartments, but her workload had increased ten-fold (a gross exaggeration, but still...) and her life had been a constant stream of oddities since she became a nation. She sighed, saying, "Looks like I don't have much of a choice then. Lead on." Evelyn said with a dismissing wave.

"Oh, poppet don't be like that, you're taking away my fun, and I just got done with work too." The second girl pouted.

"Why does everyone have fun picking on me? Sheesh, you're like Uncle Scotty." The American complained crossing her arms and pouting.

"It's 'cause you're an American sweetie, and short, and absolutely adorable when flustered... or exasperated." Amelia listed off nonchalant.

Evelyn felt the heat rise to her cheeks. "I-I-I am not! And now you sound like that stupid, perverted Frenchie!"

"Parlez-vous français?" The girl smirked showing her white teeth.

"Oui, et vous?" Evelyn replied without pausing, somewhat confused.

"Now who sounds like a stupid perverted Frenchie." A shit eating grin spread across her lips.

Evelyn blinked stupidly as Alfred ranted in the background. "Damn it!"

"Oh, you're sooo much fun! Not as fun to play with as the real Frenchie, but that's a story not for those under thirteen."

"I'm twenty-one!"

"Show me some ID sweetie, and I can tell a fake." She winked.

Evelyn smirked reaching for her wallet. She patted her back pockets as all color drained from her face and she hung her head in defeat; the little leather square was probably sitting by her phone on the desk back home.

"A word of advice, Evelyn, for home and abroad, carry more cash on you; not everyone takes plastic." The girl produced the wallet. "I'm sorry about your family; I hope you have found happiness in other things."

The American snatched the wallet out of Amelia's hand flushing scarlet. "Do you always pick the pockets of people you just met? And I have a new family now." She added a little sadly remembering the one she lost, but a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she recalled the antics of her adopted family.

"I'm glad, and yes. Old pirate habits die hard. It was such a fun time!" She started humming a drinking song.

Evelyn raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Pirate...?"

"Oh! How's your credit score, by the way? You might want to go through the aforementioned stolen object..." she started whistling the song now moving ahead.

The nation quickly thumbed through the beat-up leather wallet finding her credit card missing. "Screw you!" she yelled after the retreating girl moving to follow.

"We were fighting about the French earlier" she mumbled under her breath... "I think I would much rather do you." She wiggled her eyebrows and held up the plastic card.

Evelyn backpedaled blushing for the third time in the short span of time. "Th-that's not what I meant." She recovered after seeing the card. "Gimme that!"

"You'll have to forgive me darling," she batted her eyelashes. "Months at sea with a bunch of smelly men... well you're like a breath of fresh air. I could just eat you up. By the way, that's your first payment I expect you to follow through..." she trailed of suggestively.

Evelyn stared at the girl with a mix of horror and shock. She was speechless. Where was her Brit when she needed him? For that matter, why wasn't Alfred saying anything?

He was just as horrified as her.

"Hahahahahahah," the girl burst out in peals of laughter. "Oh, it fucking hurts!" She clenched her sides. rubbing tears from the corners of her eyes. "You know if you don't want to be played with, you shouldn't give me such awesome reactions. Makes my tormenting you soooo worth it." She broke into laughter again. "Besides, I've seen waaaaay too many eye-candy boys to ever go for the same team." The laughter continued.

Evelyn puffed out her cheeks much like a frustrated child. She pushed past Amelia, pouting silently. After a few yards, she realized she didn't know the way and turned back to the other. Not meeting the other blonde's eyes, she asked, "Are we going or what?"

"Not in that direction but sure." She made a right angle and continued on.

Evelyn stuck her tongue out at the sailor's back before following.

"Was that an invitation? I wasn't kidding about the men and you are as cute as a button!"

"N-no! Stop that." She defended herself weakly.

"You shouldn't be so shy; if you're curious, I don't mind." She gave another shit eating grin.

Just shut up, Alfred told her.

For once, the elder of the two had a good idea and Evelyn decided to follow it.

"Awww, did I hit a sensitive spot? You're not ashamed are you?"

"So, what is a U.S. navy officer doing in the English woods?" Evelyn asked trying desperately to ignore the last comment.

"Oh! Well, like the wanna be Canadian said, I'm going to visit my Captain and I liked this uniform today. My sailors didn't really care since I had them in the little sailor outfits earlier. Ya know, the stereotypical ones! They were so cute and totally not thrilled; they liked the change."

The American cleared her throat nervously. She had a feeling this girl was slightly insane. "What ship are you on?"

"The Dutchman's my ship. Been that way since I took it from the poor Dutch guy... his loss..." she shrugged.

Evelyn stumbled. "You're not talking about the Flying Dutchman, are you?"

"Why no..." the girl trailed off as her head snapped up. "Move," she snapped. She took off running and came out to the side of a blond on top of a red-head.

"Captain! Get the fuck off the runt!"


A/N:I figured out how to use the horizontal line! Only took me how long...

See? Some spoilers for Lady Liberty. Hope it didn't disappoint anyone. Reviews are loved!