A/N: My apologies for my terrible accent usage for the nations, but I had decided to write them in that way because of my need to get more practice on writing in different dialects. So I am sorry, but I will not be changing them out of the dialects. However, if any of you know of a better way to add inflection in dialogue then please PM me and I will ask you to help me changing them for better. Also, I terribly sorry for incorrect data in this chapter. I have changed traits of ancestors linked to Prussia for the story to flow out a little better.
In all loving regards, ~AAnnR
Chapter 4: That Calling
"So...what now bows?" America inquisitive voice floated through the tired room. The nations had finished their quarrels, but they were still left with adroginous task of actually and legitimately proving that Amelia was Prussian. "Why isn't it good enough that the magical floating necklace lit up in Gilbert's hands and floated to Amelia?"
"Because, you dolt!" Britain responded, Amelia quickly realized after the chaos dies down that the British man was indeed the United Kingdom of Great Britain, not some random British man. "As paperwork goes, we have to provide a ligaments reason for Russia to willingly let go of the land between Lithuania and Poland."
"And you zayz zat I'm going to do zat?" Russia's voice sang from the other end of table.
"Because it's law!" Britain spat out. "Every ligitament country has to be provided with land! You know that! And you the only one that has a plethora of land that you don't actually need." Russia smiled wider. "I mean we could take a blood test, but the bloody girl doesn't even look-"
"In vat vay?" Gilbert yelled, he was four seat over from England, so there wasn't really a reason to raise his voice.
Amelia, now that she was properly seated at the table between a feminine man called China and Italy, began to see that the countries' conversation was very hilarious. But she was confused on the necessity of her presence in the room. This seemed to be diplomatic matter, and even though it was centered around her, Amelia didn't feel comfortable sitting in on a meeting between nations.
"Well look at her!" Amelia's attention was brought back to the present conversation, it seemed that Britain was beginning to get angry. "While she has blonde hair and pale skin, she only has blue eyes!"
"Zo?" Gilbert backfired.
"A common Prussian trait is the eyes! You know that!" Chatter erupted throughout the room in agreeance. It was true, they said. She only has blue eyes.
Amelia's hand shot up. She had earnestness in her face and she tried to gain the attention of the people around her. The chatter slowly died down as the countries realized that the girl had something to say. "We recognize the opinion of Miss Amelia, please stand." Germany said.
Amelia quickly stood, pushing the chair back by the backs of her knees, and nervously cleared her throat. "I wear colored contacts."
The room once again erupted into chaos, with several accusations floating towards her. "Prove it!" Several of them called. And she did so. Amelia raised her hand to her right eye, pulling down the bottom lid with her index finger and removed a blue contact. Then room fell deathly quiet once again as she did the same with her left eye, before setting them on the table in front of her. She glanced around the table and realized all occupants were staring at her. Blinking in embarrassment, Amelia blushed and looked down to avoid eye contact.
"Well," Britain sighed. "There's the proof we needed." He crossed his arms in thoughtfulness.
"Yes, I zink zo to." Ludwig replied. "However, I zink it vould ve smart to get a vlood zample anyvay. Just in caze."
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Amelia sighed as she laid on her back on the bed. She was in the room lent to her by Alfred. She was to stay in until everything was settled, however long that was supposed to take. But, Amelia thought to herself. The room is homey. And it was, at the very least, much nicer than the room she had previously. Complete with a nice full sized bed pushed up against the wall, a night stand, a vanity, and a wardrobe.
Tears came to her eyes as she thought of the horrible ordeal she had just escaped hours ago. Amelia was glad that someone had finally came to the rescue. It had been a long time coming. For years she would pray that someone would come a sweep her away. When her prayers weren't answered, and, as the years passed, Amelia began to pray for a terrible accident to wipe either her or her adoptive family out.
The door opened and Amelia quickly wiped her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows to see Alfred walking proudly through the door frame. "Hey duddette!" His voice was bouncing with excitement. "You want to play a video game?"
Amelia sat for a moment and contemplated. She hadn't ever really been good at video games, and she told Alfred that. He looked stricken. "What! A citizen of mine never play a video game!" He seemed genuinely shocked. "No, we're fixing that right now." Alfred strode to Amelia, picked her up, and flung her like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder.
"Mr. America!" Amelia squeaked in surprise. "Please put me down!"
"No!" Alfred shouted back to her as he launched himself from the room and down the hall. "Not until we correct this horrible mistake in your curriculum!" He plopped her on the coach and moved to the television to turn on a gaming device and set up the controllers. "Here," Alfred handed Amelia one, while he kept the other. As the title of the game flew across the screen Alfred broadly grinned at Amelia, "Your gonna love this!"
Three hours later, Amelia was still glued to the television with Alfred, both uttering large, loud curses and tactics to each other. Alfred was impressed. Amelia picked the game up quick, and after the first bought of motion sickness she had adjusted to the movement of the game successfully. She even bantered with him after the first hour passed and she began to move the control with ease. She, apparently, after the second hours had inhibited her own kind of 'game mode', where she would stare at the screen with her mouth wide open, leaning forward, and eyes squinting in concentration. By the third hour, Amelia and Alfred had defeated the game.
"Wow," Alfred commented. "I love that game! Its always just so epic." He sighed in contentment, moving to turn off the television and put away the controllers. Amelia was disappointed, she hadn't expected video games to be so fun.
"Can we play another one?" She asked hesitantly, unsure if she were over stepping boundaries.
"No." A British voice behind her said. Amelia turned around to see Great Britain leaning against the door frame, unamused.
"But whyyyyy? Come oooon Iggy!" Alfred whined.
"Because it's time for dinner. I've been calling you for ages!" England scowled. "Besides, I cooked."
Amelia heard Alfred suck in a quick breath at this. "R-really?" Alfred's voice was tight. "I-isn't that great? But, um, I have dinner plans with the, um, my, um, boss. Ya, my boss. Like right now!" Alfred tried to run through the doorway passed England, but England strategically placed his foot in his path causing Alfred to flip and land precariously on the floor.
"No you don't." England said coolly. "All the nations are already sitting at the table and they are your guests. Do not be rude." Alfred whined about the unfairness of it all, but stood up and followed the Brit anyway, pausing only a minute to call for Amelia to follow him.
Once in the dinning room Amelia couldn't see what all the fun was about. The food smelled delicious. The room was decorated just as well as the meeting room, except for the beautiful table arrangements and china dishes places strategically around the table for visual appeal. Alfred led Amelia to a seat, pulling it out for her, and moving to his own seat at the head of the table.
Germany stood, softly hitting a glass with a metal spoon. "May we bow our heads for prayer." All the nations moved to respond, each bowing their head in kind. Amelia followed their lead, not wanting to offend the crowd. "We give thanks to the holy father, for this, er, bountiful meal, that our brother England has prepared. We, each nation and human in attendance ask for blessings as we feast to our content and in your name. Amen."
"Amen." The room echoed with the final phrase, the word bouncing heavily off the walls, giving ultimate finality to the word. With the prayer ended the nations glared at the food in front of them as if it were offensive. The only one piling food onto their plate was England, but everyone else's hesitations scared Amelia, even though the food smelled so good.
"Common people!" England, with out actually eating any of the food himself. "Eat up! It's good!"
Amelia's curiosity peaked. What was it about this food that everyone was so upset about? She couldn't stand it anymore. It had been such a long time since she had eaten a decent meal. So, to everyone's shock, even England's, she pulled a steaming role from the large basket sitting inches on the table and ate it.
Then, she melted. The flavor. The bread in side was sweet, but the crust on the outside was only slightly bitter from melted butter. Oh, it was the best thing she had ever tasted. She groaned in delight and stuffed the rest of the role into her mouth and plucked another from the basket, quickly consuming that to. Then she moved onto the rest of the food placed around her, mashed potatoes, gravy, chicken, corn, broccoli, it all tasted so good. As she consumed all of it, she began to cry.
The nations, turned to each other in complete confusion. Was it really that good? The concept of England's food being edible scarred all of the countries.
"You see!" England's face glowed in pride. "My food is good."
"Do you zink it iz zave?" Russia asked China, who was sitting right beside him.
"I do not know." China whispered back.
Italy, after seeing Amelia's pleasant and startling reaction, jumped to fill his own plate with food. The countries all waited, seeking the response of the Italian, but the moment a fork full of pork hit his tongue his silverware clattered to the table and Italy ran from the room.
"I knew it!" America yelled. "It's poisoned!"
"Vait, zen how can Amelia eat zis?" Germany's inquiry stated the confusion in everyone's mind.
"Ya, it's like she's starving." America quipped.
They all looked to the girl who was still shoveling food into her mouth as if she hadn't had a meal in days. "Oh. Mien Gott!" Germany came to the realization. "Ze veally iz ztarving."
Most of the countries sat confused by Germany's statement, but the few who knew of Amelia's circumstance felt sick to their stomached.
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After dinner, Amelia insisted to helping the maids clean the dishes, claiming that she 'should pay Mr.. America back in some way,' leaving the countries to retire to the next room over for undiplomatic conversation. Alfred left to deposit Amelia to the kitchens.
Everyone was silent before France spoke up. "So, mes amis, vat is zat girl's story?"
Germany sighed, "Vell, ze comez from a hard family." He said, running a through his hair.
"Scheiße!" Gilbert yelled. "You know it'z veen rougher zan 'hard.'"
"Shut it Osten!" Ludwig growled at his brother.
"Fine zen," Gilbert stood, giving Ludwig a dirty look. "I'm going to bed." He retreated to the door and slammed it behind him. Silence engulfed the space, weighing down on the people in the room.
"I don't know how to ztart it." Germany said.
"Start with with this." America walked into the room, closing the door behind himself, before handing Germany the thin manila folder in his hand. Germany, with practiced ease, flipped the folder to the front and opened it. The front page titled: Official Report.
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Official Report (Date: August 1st, 2010)
Name of Victim: Amelia Braun
Date of Birth: August 23rd, 1992
Date of Death: N/A
Eyes: Purple
Hair: Blonde
Skin: White
Weight: 96 pounds
Height: 5 foot 4 inches
Family Origins: 1% German, 1% English, 1% French, 1% Welsh, 1% Irish, 95% Prussian (ties to royalty)
Family: Orphan
Mother:
~ Name: Irian Braun
~ Illegal Affiliations: None
~ Date of Birth: May 8th, 1971
~ Date of Death: June 17th, 2000
~ Death Evaluation: Death from Bloodloss.
Father:
~ Name: Greg Braun
~ Illegal Affiliation: None
~ Date of Birth: December 31st, 1969
~ Date of Death: June 19th, 2000
~ Death Evaluation: Failed surgery from gun shot wound.
Brother:
~ Name: James Braun
~ Illegal Affiliation: None
~ Date of Birth: January 20th, 2000
~ Date of Death: June 17th, 2000
~ Death Evaluation: Bullet wound to the cranium.
Sister:
~ Name: Maria Braun
~ Illegal Affiliations: None
~ Date of Birth: July 6th, 1994
~ Date of Death: June 17th, 2000
~ Death Evaluation: Bloodloss
Other Family:
Mother's side:
~Whereabouts: Unknown
~ Illegal Affiliations: None
Father's side:
~ Illegal Affiliation: None
~Whereabouts: All perceived to be dead by mass shooting.
Family Evaluation:
~ Members Alive: Amelia Braun
~ Illegal Affiliations: None
