Amelia woke up on her bed. It took her a few seconds to realize where she was, and what happen she shot up, she checked her clothes. Everything was still in order… she was not rapped thank god. She sighed…. Was it all a stress induced dream? She noticed her necklace was slightly moved. She brushed it off and picked it up. Amelia rolled it around in her fingers trying to find….something! She felt like the nations… weren't a dream. She sighed. She looked over at her clock; it has been an hour since…. It was not possible.

Crash!

…..Ok she spoke to soon. She put on her necklace and ran to the kitchen (she was surprised she even found it.) To find Italy on the ground crying, dry pasta noodles everywhere, pots and pans were scattered along the counters and floor, America was wide eye his hands out stretched like he was going to catch something, And there was tomatoes and onions set out ready to me cut for the sauce. The girl stopped thinking if she should scream or laugh. Amelia settled with a low groan, and momentarily forgetting that they weren't supposed to be there.

"You guys are going to destroy my aunt's house!" Amelia screamed. It was not a total mess but it would still raise a few eyebrows at the mess.

"You're awake!" America and Italy glomped her, she froze and realized who had hugged her. 'Countries… Countries are hugging me!'

"Italy! America! Leave her alone und help me clean up!" Germany instructed. Italy jumped into action in fear. Germany and Italy got together on cleaning up. Amelia feeling bad and, wanted it done faster, also stepped into help. Though she stopped and looked to America.

"You're going to help right I mean you are partial blame for this?"
"No! I was trying to be a Hero and catch the pots!" America said, glaring at Amelia.

"Well that was an "Epic Fail" on your list." Amelia said and she started to help Italy, who seemed mourning over the pasta noodles. She stared at the Mediterranean nation in confusion. Amelia was beginning to think the countries were the insane ones not her.

"That was not an epic fail! They slipped!"

"What is a fail is still a fail." Amelia said, still picking up pasta pieces.

"I am your country!"

"Yeah, I have the right to speak freely! It is the first amendment!" She smiled

"I know that! I was there when they wrote the amendments." He said matter-o-fatly. Amelia smirked.

"You are an old man." America glared and went red faced again. She loved to pick fights with people who had huge egos. Her rival/ Best friend was the best though they were such random fights.

"I am not old!" She laughed.

"Sorry, I had to you given it to me on a silver platter, dude. I am only teasing' you" She smiled, well heartedly; America pouted making the girl giggle. She turned back to the mess than noticed England trying not to smile, and Russia had a large smile on his face.

"America, you were just owned by your own citizen." Russia said. America growled, and walked-stomped- away.

"Great you two pissed him off." England said.

"Sorry, I haven't had much sleep, and egos tick me off, they are worse than the disease Normalcy." She snorted.

"Normalcy?" The nations asked. Amelia sighed and picked up the small pasta pieces.

"The tragic disease that turns you into a cookie cutter image of another person, sadly all people infected don't know they are infected, so no one has found a cure." She said sadly, like it was an actual disease. The Nations looked at her like she sprouted another head. She then threw the pieces away.

"Well my grandma said I have to respect you guys… I think sending my country into a depression, might not exactly be respecting him…" She muttered. "I will go and find him." She said making a move to walk away.

"Wait!" She looked to see England was walking next to her.

"Yes, England?"

"You are taking this quite nicely." The other nation's nodded. Amelia looked him in the eye and sighed.

"Trust me, this has not sunk in yet, and it might take a while, but other than that… I am screaming inside." She smiled sheepishly.

"Now off to find America...That sounds so weird." She said turning on his heels than stopping.

"Is there any way to get the "Hero" out of his little mood?" England sighed.

"Horror movies… Video games, I believe… and ice cream." Amelia paled at the first one.

"The first two are out… wonder where the ice cream is." Amelia said re-entering the kitchen.

"Why?" Italy asked. Amelia turned bright red.

"Unless they are shooting games… I fail at them... and I can't watch horror movies… scare the shit out of me… especially the ones with the unstoppable killers... I swear I couldn't go by a lake after Friday the Thirteenth for like a whole year." She mumbled and tried to find the freezer.

"Like citizen, like country." Russia said cheerily. Amelia looked at him strangely, than pouted.

"Has anyone ever told you how freaken' tall you are?" Amelia asked, looking for the ice cream.

"Da?" He said uncertainly. She blinked and took a deep breath; a bit hoping she didn't piss him off or something… 'Cause she didn't think pissing a giant Russian off was a good Idea.

"I-I didn't mean it like it was a bad thing… Ha-ha! I found the Ice cream!" she nervously pulled out the vanilla ice cream, and ran to grab two spoons and ran to find her country. She then realized she didn't know where he was...

Bang!

Was that gunshots? She followed them to a big majestic black door, she opened it and her jaw dropped

"Really, Aunt Kelly a theater room?" She asked to herself the large room with a large screen lit up in lights as computerized solders dashed along the screen.

"America?" The game paused; America's smiling face appeared from behind the smooth leather couch.

"Yes?" Amelia sighed and jumped next to him.

"Dude? Is that Ice cream?" He said childishly.

"…I thought I pissed you off… so truce?" She asked, offering a weak smile. His smile became sly.

"Only if you play the game with me."

"W-What? No!"

"Oh come on!" Amelia stubbornly put one of the spoons in the frozen ice cream and shoveled a bit in her mouth.

"No! I epically fail at video games! And what possessed Aunt Kelly to buy… an Xbox 360?" Amelia said shocked.

"Pure Awesomeness? Also how can you fail at video games! So un-American!" Amelia glared at him.

"Dude, I am just not good at Video games!" Amelia groaned.

"H-How I mean-!" America shouted. Amelia, who got annoyed with his talking, used the spoon to shovel ice cream in his mouth to shut him up.

"Fight your enemies. Not me." She said; She un-paused the game making America quickly react and fight the "enemies." Amelia sat there eating ice cream with the other spoon, not that she was germ phobic; it was just awkward for her to share a spoon with a hot guy.

"So, what are you playing?" She watched some guy get his brains blown up. The back ground looked like some abandon work sight that was blown up and in ruins. America was staring intently at the screen.

"Black Ops." Amelia had heard of it from some of her guy friends, but she wasn't really interested.

"What is the concept, blow up as many people as possible?" Amelia watched as he threw a Grande at a group of people efficiently blowing them up. She thought it was stupid.

"No, not all the time, you go on mission." He said, smiling.

"Headshot!" America cheered, Amelia looked at him. His childish excitement really made her doubt this was the land of the free, and home of the obese. Now that Amelia thought about it, she though America would be a little like Uncle Sam, old and in a red, white and blue suit, along with being wise. America seemed like some college student, who likes to party, hang out with friends, and did really care about the future.

"What is so special about killing?" Amelia asked eating some Ice cream for herself.

"Killing and war is what I do best because I am America." He said getting some ice cream for himself.

"Really?" Amelia said with a deadpan. Out of everybody in the country, she would think the country himself would be a little uncomfortable with stimulated killing.

"Yep!" It was silent for a few moments.

"AMELIA I AM HOME~!" Kelly yelled.

"Oh MY GOD! America, please, clean this up! Oh she can't see you!" Amelia grabbed the bucket of Ice cream and ran out of the room. She ran to the balcony from the stairs overlooking the foyer and saw her aunt Prance in looking a little tired.

"H-Hi, Aunt Kelly." Her aunt looked up at her.

"Hello Ame! Were you ok all by yourself dear?" Her aunt asked, smiling up at her niece.

"You have no idea." Amelia mumbled.

"Amelia, I cleaned up the room! How heroic is that?" America said walking in the hallway towards her. Amelia paled as he walked right next to her… in her aunt's view.

"NO! Walk away! Aunt Kelly, I can explain…" Amelia said. Glaring at America and trying to push him away.

"Explain what?" She asked not even glancing at America. She was looking strangely at her niece, who seemed like doing a mime act.

"The guy next to me." Amelia said pointing at the American next to her. Kelly looked at the spot Amelia was pointing at. She squinted and tilted her head. She looked back to Amelia with a raised eyebrow.

"What man?" Amelia's eyes widened. Michael had walked in next to Kelly and tried to figure out what Kelly was looking at. He now raised an eyebrow.

"Right here! Look he is tall, blond, blue eyed! He Has Glasses and a leather jacket for Pete sake's!" Amelia yelled. Kelly was then almost running up the stairs in concern. America winked and walked around Amelia. She sat in shock as Kelly pressed her head up against Amelia's head.

"Oh you don't feel warm are you stressed?" Kelly asked looking concerned. Amelia blushed. She took a step back.

"I think she has lost it." He said reaching into his pocket and walking out.

"Oh, go and smoke on your cancer sticks." Amelia mumbled.

"Amelia? Are you ok?" Amelia looked up and forced a cheery smile.

"Yes, Aunt Kelly… I am…. I am going to go to my room now!" She hissed the last part hoping the free nation would get it. She started to walk towards her room dropping her smile, luckily the nation followed. She ushered him into her room and closed it.

"Now….. Mind telling me WHY THE HELL SHE CAN'T SEE YOU!" Normally Amelia wouldn't be the screaming type but she was tired and confused and….god she still had the ice cream and spoons in her hands. America laughed, and the girl had half a mind to throw the cold ice cream tub at him.

"Now, Amelia! Only you can see us!" He smiled broadly. Amelia's eyes widened and she almost collapsed. America was quick to catch her. She groaned and glared at the country.

"If you hadn't had caught me… I would have labeled you as a Hallucination." She said. She felt like sleeping and never waking up.

"We need to have a meeting… go and get everyone… don't touch anything! Make sure everyone understands that." She pleaded. She hated being leader, she had speech-phobia. She could not publicly make a speech, put her on a stage, give her a part in a play… yeah now that was her… not standing in front of people she knew and didn't know talking about… politics or something weird.

"Everyone?"

"Yes! Oh gods! Please! America for me, I need more explanation on this whole, Nation invisible to others but me thing!" She cried; she felt her mind slowly killing itself. America looked at her sympathetically but nodded and helped her to the bed before leaving. Amelia opened the tub and attacked the tub. She felt like she was going to gain a few pounds if she didn't calm down.

"Mom… Dad wherever you are if you can hear me… I am going nuts! I mean mom you probably would believe in this and told me that this was real, then rub it in dad's face as he mentally broke down like me and tried to find a logical explanation." She laughed light heartedly and sadly, she felt tears run down her face. Her mom and dad… dead… she pushed the ice cream away and cried pitifully. She curled into a ball on her bed. She just wanted her mom to be here to tell her everything would be alright. Her dad to go on a ramble about human emotions before her mom booed and threw a shoe at him. Emily, her baby sister, would run up sit on her lap and hug her waist. She cried harder, she lost her parents to death and her sister to her cold aunt and uncle from Ohio; she gained eight handsome nations as protectors… ok maybe that wasn't so bad… but still she was so confused! She heard a knock on her door… When had it closed? She wiped up her tears and tried to look presentable.

"Come in!" The eight nations walked in and Amelia jumped on her bed and tried to cover some of her face with her hair so no one could see she was crying.

"Let's get this meeting started!" America said with a smile causing a groan for everyone in the room Amelia lightly face palmed.

'God bless America' she sighed and looked up slightly.

"Ok… First things first, mind explaining when you were going to tell me you guys were invisible?" She asked.

"Well, we would have told you earlier, Mon Cherie, but you fainted."

"When did me-! Oh… right." She blushed.

"Can you really blame me? Eight men… out of nowhere! Telling they are countries living in a globe… What is it like in here anyway?" She asked holding her necklace up to her face.

"It is kind of like our own world in there. We have our own houses." Italy said jumping on the bed next to Amelia

"Like a neighborhood?"

"Yep and they are all surrounding this building!" He said excitedly.

"This is all really hard to understand." Amelia groaned. She looked to the Nations.

"I guess you will have to see some time." America said with a smile.

"How?" Amelia said suspiciously.

"We will figure it out later!" America said, and everybody but Italy- because he is Italy- stared at the American like he was stupid (which was quite possible).

"Sí!" Amelia resisted rolling her eyes in Italy's excitement.

"Ame! Did you make the pasta?" Kelly burst into Amelia's room. Her smile wide. The door was open so loud and fast; Italy had jumped and landed in Germany's arms. Amelia had to force down all the urges to clap, laugh or even smile. She stared at her aunt and stretched

"Yes Aunt Kelly?" Her aunt looked at her suspiciously. She looked around in the room. She walked over by England and France. France looked ready to jump her Aunt, which disturbed Amelia greatly.

'Note to self: Stay 6 feet away from France, and make sure him and Kelly are in separate rooms at all times.' Amelia thought shivering. Kelly turned to face Amelia in front of France. Amelia looked to all the nation's faces. America was laughing loudly, Japan was looking uncomfortable, Italy was bugging Germany about the 'Pretty Lady~ Ve~!' Russia was... being creepy, China was looking bored with the lightest blush, and England was glaring at France, who was smiling lewdly at her aunt. She was really trying to keep her calm.

"I thought I heard you talking to someone?" She said putting her hands on her hips and jutting her hip to the side. Amelia noticed England was blushing at the slightest. She stared in shock at England. Kelly looked behind her directly at England then at Amelia.

"Ame- honey? Are you ok?" she asked. Her face lit up in a blush and she squeaked. She turned around and walks back a few steps and looked at the "Empty" space.

"What happened Aunt Kelly?" Her aunt Kelly walked side-ways looking from the spot to Amelia until she was on the bed with Amelia. She leaned in close to Amelia.

"I swore I felt a hand grab my butt!" she whispered/screamed. Amelia blushed.

"T-that is… s-strange! Because there was nothing there… Why are you here again?" Amelia said quickly changing subject. Kelly looked at her suspiciously, but quickly brightened up.

"Right! I was wondering if you made the Pasta! It is A-mazing!" She sang. Italy immediately brightened.

"PAAAASSSSSTTTTTTTAAAAA!" The small Italian yelled from in Germany's hands. Amelia winced from the sound. Amelia guessed Italy made the meal.

"Yes…. I did… sorry I wanted it to be a surprise… and I got the recipe from this… Italian that I met…" She said, very unsurely.

"Really? That is epic! What is his name?" She said.

"Um… well you know I met him for a little bit by a friend… so I really didn't get his name." She said she bit her lip hoping her Aunt didn't press on. Kelly pouted.

"Boo, I wanted him to teach me… Maybe you could! OH this is going to be so amazing!" She bounced around in front of the bed. Amelia watched at England and America dragged a nose bleeding France out of the room. America ran back in and put thumbs up and stood in front of the door. She heard faint yelling from England. Amelia then looked to her aunt.

"Wait, you have never been interested in cooking." She said looking at her Aunt in disbelief.

"Well, that was until I met this guy, oh! I was on my break from my photo-shoot today! Oh he was this down to earth guy! So sweet and kind! And he didn't know who I was!" she squealed and jumped on the bed again hugging Amelia.

"Oh he was handsome, he wants to be a doctor and is going to school for his degree!" She squealed. She grabbed one of Amelia's pillows and hugged it like some girl at a sleep over party.

"He sounds liked one of those perfect Gary sues from TV." Amelia groaned. She fell on her back and draped her arm over her face.

"Gary- sues?" Her aunt asked looking at her confused.

"Perfect, no flaws, and over all dream guy… bore fest." She elaborated; her aunt looked even more confused.

"What?"

"Nothing, go on with this guy." Amelia waved her off.

"Oh well he is very traditional and likes girls that take care of themselves." Her aunt Kelly said like a teacher telling an important fact.

"You have people come over and cook and clean for you." She said with a deadpan

"I know! That is why you have to teach me how you cook that Pasta!" She pleaded, Amelia did not know her angle but she could find so many things wrong with her plan.

"Ah well…" Amelia looked around from help with the nations that were still there, though luckily.

"Oh I knew you would! Thank you Ame!" And with that she left.

"Well Italy, you're apparently teaching me how to make your pasta." She said, Amelia said falling back on her bed.

"Yay!" Italy yelled.

"Hey can one of you guys be totally cool and tell me what time it is?" Amelia said. Stretching

"7:30" She didn't even register who told her.

"Thanks." She stood and stretched. She smiled weakly at the Nation's.

"I am going to take-." ! Amelia heard her phone ringing loudly. She dove for her phone which was in her black and purple Fox brand backpack. She pulled out her phone and noticed a familiar number. She pressed the answer on her small mobile.

"Chewy! What time is it?" She asked her childhood rival turned brother.

"Ten, but I am in the city that never sleeps and I am fifteen not a kid! Now do you mind telling me, WHAT POSSESSED YOU TO LIVE IN CALIFORINA without me?" Her best friend cried into the phone. She rolled her eyes and brought the phone back to her ear. When her friend wanted to be loud she bet she could have heard him from her new room if he really tried.

"Now, Chewy. Someone left to Florida, without me." She smirked, knowing he could not see.

"Hey I didn't even know I was going! and it was my Aunt. She doesn't trust you." The boy sighed on the other line. Amelia scowled and looked at the nations who were either talking or staring at her confused.

"Does she still blame me for… you know?"

"Yeah…" Amelia winced. Chewy was in middle school, when he figured exactly he had a different romantic view. Amelia was actually still his rival at the time, but she didn't tease him instead, when she found the boy crying at the corner of the Theater, at their school… she still remembered that day. She shook it off.

"Well whatever."

"Well keep me updated, ok sis?" he said. His tome sounding more like a scolding mother.

"Yes." She mocked groaned.

"Shut- up!" He screamed.

"Well you go to bed."

"Ok, talk to you tomorrow."

"Ok. Night."

"Night."

"Good night."

"Nightly night."

"Bye"

"Bye."

"I am hanging up. Bye."

"Bye!" Click.

"Who was that?" America asked. He looked at the phone with a little confusion before looking up to the bi-colored haired girl.

"My Best friend, he really is the coolest." Amelia smiled sincerely, something she hadn't done since… her parents…

"Right, ok I am tired I have school, so get in the necklace or leave 'cause I am getting changed for tonight." She said. She set the necklace on the desk and it changed into a globe, Italy skipped up to her and hugged her. She smiled lightly. He disappeared from view she then noticed all but America was gone, and then England dragged a beaten up France in then disappeared. Now it was just America.

"Night Amelia." America smiled at the girl.

"Night America." She said he smiled more brightly.

"As your country and being the Hero I am, I am now your Personal hero! Ah~! What a lucky citizen you are." He smirked to himself. Amelia rolled her eyes.

"Sure." She said sleepily.

"Night Amelia."

"Night." And he was gone. She threw a blanket over the globe and changed. She pulled the deflated blanket off, and her necklace was there.

"Look I am now a magician!" She said sarcastically. She was in a pair of black sweat pants and Blue tank. She put the necklace on. She then slid under the covers.

"Night guys… night Mom and dad." She whispered and felt a small bit of Warmth from the next sentence that was uttered before she fell asleep,

"Night Amelia."

FLASH BACK TO THE 4TH GRADE!

Nine year-old Amelia was excited it was after school and she was touring the place all by herself, and she was excited for this school, even though that boy went here, she didn't care, and she will upstage him in any play like he did in their last play. She paused went she heard soft crying. She slowly walked over to the Curtains.

'Is it a ghost? Maybe it is some monster from some dimension!' Amelia thought excitedly. She smiled in excitement, and drew back the curtains her smiled dropped. It was Him! The boy that insisted on being better than her! The mousey haired boy looked up at her with Chocolate brown eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Amelia said with disinterest.

"Nothing! Go away! No one wants you here!" He screamed pushing her away, though a little weakly. She rolled her blue eyes and brushed back an ashy blond piece of hair.

"No one else is here… Hey, are you the one crying?" Amelia asked looking at the puffy eyed for of her rival.

"N-No!" His eyes filled with tears again. Amelia groaned and dropped to her knees she pulled her 'High school musical' backpack off her back to the spot in-between them and pulled out some tissues.

"Here, my mom makes me carry these around for some reason." She said with a pout. She did not want to help her rival.

"W-why are you b-being nice to me?" He asked with a suspicious look, though he accepted the tissue.

"My mom tells me never to be mean to a person who is sad, a-and I-I don't know! You are never getting to mad at me when I pull pranks…and you talk to me... Even if it is yelling and arguing…. Man, this is confusing!" The boy rolled his eyes.

"And I am worried of being up staged by you?" He scoffed.

"Say's the kid who easily fell into my trap!" The boy shivered at the memory. He punched her shoulder lightly

"I got you back with a toy though!" Amelia blushed. A few seconds ticked by before both burst out laughing.

"O-Oh God!" The wheezed.

"So, why were you crying?" Amelia asked pulling at hair tie of her wrist and then started to braid her long waist mid back length hair, like she always did when she was interested, it was a strange habit but if her hands were doing something she could intently focus on something.

"Why would you care?"

"I am going to say this once; if you are ok we will both try harder to upstage each other!" She pouted and glared annoyed.

"Sounds more like a twisted friendship." He said.

"Why are you crying? Where are all your friends?"

"They don't like me anymore." He whispered. Amelia looked at him shocked. She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the green cushioned chairs. She pushed him down on one and occupied the seat next to him. The boy was always surrounded by people and he had a big ego; to hear that none of his friends liking him was unreal.

"What happened?" Amelia practically screamed at the poor boy, her hair messy and half braided.

"I…. I can't tell you!" The boy started to cry again. Amelia rolled her eyes.

"You big baby, it can't be bad! Besides Boy are not supposed to cry!" She said, but the boy kept crying. Amelia groaned and stood up, she pulled the boy to his feet and hugged him, and he was stiff for a second, before hugging her tightly. She fell to their knees with him. He cried loudly on her shoulder. She shushed him and whispered kind word, trying to imitate her mother, when she cried. She rubbed circles in his back and hummed softly. He cried, for a while. Finally he calmed down to a few hiccups.

"Now that you are done acting like a little girl, what is the problem?" She said letting him go and forcing him to look at her, her shoulder was wet but she could careless for some reason, this was her rival since they were in diapers preforming in stage as the easiest role in the world: babies.

"No… you will leave too." Amelia rolled her eyes. Then said ocean blue eyes widened at the sight of tears in the boys eyes.

"Ok, if you are going to cry again, I swear I will smack you! You are a boy! Girls are the emotional ones! Get a hold of yourself!" She growled, and looked to the boy sternly.

"…I like boys." He said so quietly she didn't even realize he talked.

"Huh?"

"I think am Gay." He said a little louder.

"What?"

"I. AM. GAY!" He screamed. Amelia leaned back at the sound of the voice. She looked at him strangely.

"What is gay?" She asked, oblivious to such a word.

"I like boys, you stupid girl! I kissed a boy, and I liked it!" He cried. Amelia looked at him shocked first, and then tilted her head again. The word ran through her mind, she had heard of the word gay, but her papa had quickly said it means to be happy only for her mother happily replies "for two boys".

"I like boys, too…" Amelia said slowly like she was talking to a child.

"No! I am a boy too! I can't like other boys!" Amelia tilted her head to the side. She raised an eyebrow.

"Says who?" Amelia said with a raised eyebrow.

"My aunt." The boy whispered.

"Do you live with her?" Amelia asked, with a blank look.

"No." The boy said confused.

"Well, you shouldn't care. My mama says kid's listen to adult, but always their parents above all! She also said we built this country, on Freedom, and rights! You have freedom to love who very you want! Unless there is a law against loving someone, you're good… I guess." The eleven year-old said. She had confused herself yet again with her words. The young boy laughs at her confused face, as she tried to make sense of her own words.

"You are weird! but you are also the only one to not leave me." He said, ending the laughing fit with a shy smile.

"Of course! You are now my brother!" She said jumping up to her feet.

"What?" He said confused.

"You said we have some 'twisted friendship'" She air quoted. "Well~! Mama says siblings you now brothers and sisters have rivalries but are also friends! We shall be siblings now! Got it?" Amelia smiled holding out her hand. He looked at the hand like it was a piece of foreign object, before looking in to Amelia's smiling eyes. He smiled and grabbed her hand.

"Let's keep all of our drama on the stage! Right, Amelia?"

"Right Charley!"

END!

Amelia smiled in her sleep. Yep today was a good day

First I own nothing but my oc's

Next:

H-how was it? DON'T KILL ME! *whimpers in corner*

Ok, Charley will come in later; he was just for plot helping later. Ok I apologize to Atama Ga Kuru Teru- Sensei for having the grandma act like opal… I really am… I forgot to put that she was off her meds, so she will act like a normal woman w/meds, and she will have a different motive to giving to necklace to Amelia… And over all thanks for reading oh and reviews keep me going! I slowly lose all will to write without reviews~ from critiques to just adding a smiley faces saying Good job!

Oh And those of you who have a problem with Charley, don't read cause he is coming later and he is my yoai outlet. So yoai fans go ahead, non yoai fans… it will be either mentioned, or light and extremely fluffy and I will warn you 'cause I luv yea like that.

And I realized I quoted from 'I kissed a girl' Cookies for finding the quote.

And I am in need for a beta, just to read my stories over correct and tell me if it is rushed or slow, I need my beta to be tough with me! Someone who is not afraid to say straight up 'It sucks' Re write it that goes for my reviewers too!