Guys I've been in Disney Land for the past however many days. Let me tell you when life takes away your lemons and your happiness… go to Disney land. Everything becomes infinitely better… and then you leave and suddenly all you want to do is cry again…

Amelia and Arthur have made up and that's great or whatever. So, per her mother's request, Amelia is inviting her friend, not boyfriend, over to suffer the full wrath that the Disney fandom can provide. He spent a good twenty minutes on his attire. He had it all planned out. They would sit on the couch, romantic music, maybe he'd put his arm around her, and then BOOTY! No wait. Amelia is a lady, a very loud and dorky antisocial one that does nothing but stuff her face and doodle on her homework, but a lady just the same. He would have to be suave, gentile, and above all… a prince!

He knocked on the door and was greeted by a heavy woman, must be the cleaning lady.

"OH MY GOD YOU'RE ATTRACTIVE!?"

"Ummm thanks? I'm here to see Amelia? An Amelia does live here right?"

"OH WHO CARES ABOUT MY DAUGHTER! HER HEAD IS FULL OF FAIRY TALES ANYWAY! WHY DON'T YOU AND I-"

"MOM YOU'RE SCARING MY FRIEND!"

"DON'T LIE TO ME! NO ONE CAN BE JUST FRIENDS WITH A FACE LIKE THAT!"

"You're her mother," Arthur trembled in the background.

Amelia used her brute strength to push her mom out of the way, "Hey Artie! Everything's all set up so we can party! Oh! Artie! Party! It rhymes!"

Arthur was thoroughly enchanted, so much that he basically went into a fantasy.

"Oh Arthur, they told me you'd be coming but they never told me that you were so handsome and charming."

"Why thank you~"

"Would you like to come in for some tea? The roses in the garden are in full bloom, I'd love you to see them."

"Arthur?"

"Oh! Uh yes Amelia?"

"You wanna like come in and shit?"

"Oh! Uh yeah," so much for fantasy diction.

She lead him into the house, it was… dark and smelled like fruit loops. It was actually kind of creepy? But there were windows all over the outside so like… what!? He followed her up the stairs and there was a door waiting for them. She opened it and it let out an echoes creaking sound. He was waiting for some crows to fly out or a spider to start talking to him. He cautiously walked in and saw a large screen all blue and blank.

"So yeah take a seat anywhere," she said startling him.

He nodded and obliged. There were so really nice freaking chairs in the dark room. His eyes adjusted and he noticed a table with a replica pixar lamp on the top. There were sheets of paper everywhere and crazy assorted pens. There were binders and how to draw books and other weird things he couldn't even name.

'Hey Amelia, what's that?"

"Oh, that's all my concept art material as well as a few story boards. It's my dream to be a head animator and storyteller for Disney."

"Is that why you spend all your time drawing?"

"Well of course, drawing is a very easy way to keep the imagination alive, that and spacing out in history class."

Arthur felt himself smile at this a little bit, "So I take it you're in here a lot?"

She smiled very dumbly as she put the dvd into the projector, "Totally, there's also a stocked fridge and cabinets in that room over there as well as a bathroom. I can go just over three weeks in here without leaving once!"

Arthur felt his eyebrow twitch. Okay, so she's not really dedicated… more like obsessed… to the point where she doesn't even leave her house. There was a knock on the door. Amelia's crazy mother had returned and she was carrying snacks. But more importantly she was wearing a very revealing red dress with a slit down the side and open back. She also had on a lot of makeup. She looked kind of like a drag queen.

"Hey kids, I just thought you could use some snacks."

"Mom, quit trying to seduce my friend. You aren't Mrs. Robinson."

"Why, I have no idea what you mean," she said giggling as if she were twenty.

Arthur turned as white as a ghost and Amelia slammed the door on her mother. She finished the set up and so the movie marathon began. Amelia sat next to Arthur, noticing his discomfort. Was it her? No, little did she know that it was the movie.

"You okay Artie?"

"What? Oh yeah," he said smiling at her.

She didn't press further as Peter Pan started to play. They went through several movies when after a while Arthur feels Amelia's head fall onto his shoulder. He gulps and stops breathing.

"Amelia?"

Then he realizes that she has fallen asleep. He watches as Sleeping Beauty is kissed and wakes up. And then he gets an idea. A wonderfully wicked idea.

"I will give that a try," he whispers half to himself.

And so he tries to turn his head only to find that the way she's sleeping on him he can't even move his neck. On top of that her head is surprisingly heavy. After squirming a few times he figures that the universe hates him and he gives up, patting her head.

"Sweet dreams sleeping beauty."

Yeah! Update! I'm almost done with Gods! Yay! But… I have so many new ideas in my head now. Like there's one fic I wanna write about Prussia being like a god of the underground and Canada is like a dancer or some shit Prussia takes under his wing and then Prussia kidnaps the son of like a politician (baby Germany) and it's funny. IDK Like it's a story about friendship but like… the weird kind. XD