I am not dead! And I hope no one kills me for changing the Globe story a bit and I have my own ways on how the Nations will be met in certain situations… Well let's just say it is different and I hope no one kills me!

Also I got reviews!... But I don't know if I want to let Iggy go…..

England: What is with that bloody nick name!

Well… You see funny thing at school is all my Hetaliates (our name for out Hetalia fan group.) friends can't deiced if I am the group England or America…. So I am in my America mood so you are IGGY!

England: *uses pirate curse words that I can't type for you readers or else the rate will need to go to M*

O.O…..* Mind shuts down*

America: Nice going Iggy….

England: Shut your bloody trap! *In pirate mode (Cause I am fangirling Pirate!Iggy)*

America: Kit owns nothing but her OC's… and neither does Korea

*Snaps out of it* If I owned Hetalia….. *Smiles creepily*

ENJOY~

"This is when they are talking on the phone"

START! Lol

Amelia walked to the beginning of the street that started the whole street of large acre or more houses. The hills, or valleys or/and trees covered some houses. She pulled out her phone and leaned against a tree near her. She dialed in a number, her face was flat. She waited for the dial tone to end and a voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Ape? Hey how's it going?" She said flatly and looked up at the sky.

"….Fine…. why did you call?" Amelia rolled her eyes at his suspicious voice.

"I am out of school and was wondering if you can pick me up?"

"No can do your aunt is in a shoot. Want me to send someone to come and get you?"

"No, I can walk…" Amelia had a few trusting issues with large burly men. Russia and Germany were an exception, considering they are in a necklace at the moment.

"You can't walk home alone…. Your aunt would kill me!" He hissed out. She rolled her eyes she was old enough she walked around New York alone and that was at least twenty times scary. Then Orange land fields, the worst that could happen was a crazy possessed farmer that was out to kill her…. Shit that would be scary… Maybe a ghost or Zombie… now that would be epic to see.

"Hey it is cool I see some kids going the same way. I will go and meet them." She lied easily. There were no kids and even if there were she wouldn't talk to them… Maybe she would even laugh if they got eaten by a Zombie.

"If you say so…"

"Of course! Got to go they are leaving bye!" She hung up quickly and sighed sadly.

'Love, why did you lie to him?' England said, and was the first to talk to her since that stupid school ended. She sighed again and started her trek down the street tapping in her aunt's address on the phone's navigation. Her dad has been down the toilet since she stepped into that school.

"I didn't want to bother anyone." There was silence, Amelia sighed and enjoyed no doubt they would start fighting any moment now or lecture her about how important she was, what a lie and a bore.

"HEY~! Amelia! Girl this is your phone talkin' to you, pick me up and answer me!" Her phone shouted in a males voice attempting to sound like a girl, it was Charley's ring tone.

"Hello?"

"GIVE ME BACK MY STUPID PHONE, YOU WITCH!" Chewy's cracking voice screamed, making Amelia almost fall over at the volume and a few heads look over at the girl.

"No~ you ungrateful brat !Hello Amelia~? Are you there?" A sing song voice called from the other line.

"Oh no you don't beyoch! That is my phone! Amelia, please tell this inane woman to give me back my phone!" Thank god at this point Amelia had turned the volume down the phone.

"Mrs. Mansion?" She asked who she thought was her old Broadway instructor.

"Oh, my dear you are there! Charley, for god's sake, let me talk to her!" The woman hissed her voice a bit muffled. Another muffled voice called then it went silent.

"Don't be like that! Sorry Honey, your little friend is mopping in the corner like the drama queen he is!" Her old mentor shouted off the phone. Amelia sighed and scratched the back of her head. Charley and Mrs. M always butted heads, Amelia was grateful to actually hear there fighting, maybe this day could get better.

"um…."

"No need to worry about him though~. Oh darling! Please tell me you are joining Drama! Oh~ you were the cutest actress growing up! Charley and you singing and dancing on stage! I remember you two being munchkins on Wizard of Oz all the way to your last show with us as Mr. and Mrs. Gorman in Rumors! You two brought in a lot of money too."The woman trialed off, Amelia could hear some nations snickering.

"You are an Actress?" Francis asked. She pouted and her old teacher was rambling about her other performances so half listening she mumbled a yes.

"That is how it is done! My New Yorkers are wonderful on Broadway!" Alfred boasted, Russia muttered behind him about Ballet.

"Wait… hold on a bloody moment… You were who in what?" England sounded ready to bust up laughing at a particular play her old teacher brought up and Amelia blushed and whispered.

"I was Winthrop in Music man…" the Nations that didn't know the play didn't say anything, But America, and England who saw the original show laughed and there was some slight static before a door slammed from the other line.

"That woman gets on my nerves! Hey there sister from another mister! How are you? Your Grandma came to the studio and asked me, which remind me to call you… I am rambling now." Amelia rolled her eyes. Her grandma loved Charley, she was greatly disappointed when she found out that Charley was gay when they were in the sixth grade and Amelia knew that Charley was officially gay, because it is hard to tell when you are in the fourth grade.

Flashy back~

Small eleven year old Amelia had her hair up in twin pig tails, which barely touched her elbows, her summer dress swaying at her knees, her summer hat made of straw rested on her head, her sunglasses hid her eyes that was pinpointed on her mother, who waved from the top of the subway. Amelia waved back to her mother, who was practically bounced up to her. Her mother's copper hair curled in tight scattered curls at her chin. Her sparkly blue eyes had a dazed look to them as she ran up to her daughter wearing a baggy Harvard jacket over ripped jeans, she looked more like a college student then a world renowned fantasy fiction and mother of two. A less enthusiastic man followed looking tired as he pulled a stroller up the steps, he was a tall lengthy with long ashy blond hair tied in a ponytail, and he had a plain white shirt and suite pants. Large glasses donned on the bridge of his nose. He was looking to his wife with an exasperated yet loving look. Her grandma followed, she had a ridiculous lime green dress on. Amelia really thought her family was dysfunctional. She dressed with profession and grace. Her mom and dad had regular fights about sciences and fantasy, Amelia would though pipe in about ghosts and vampires causing both adults to look at her like she was crazy. Really Amelia would not know what to do if she had any other family.

"Hey mom, Dad, Granny we are still waiting for Charley." Her Grandma's eyes lit up and she sighed dramatically.

"That boy pretty soon we are going to be waiting for him to sweep our little Amelia away for dates!" Amelia rolled her eyes and glared to her grandma who was looking at her with an innocent look.

"Charley… has other interests." Amelia said quite happily at her curt reply, her mother gained a sly look and looked passed her.

(For anybody who hates or is uncomfortable with yoai please skip the next paragraph)

"Oh, yes he does." Amelia whipped around and face palmed Charley was being held and kissed by another boy. Amelia stomping up to the two boys Charley had grown quite a bit he was taller now his mousey brown hair barley covered his eyes and Amelia had to actually bring a brush to school just so she could brush his crazy hair. He had also take the liking of wearing long coats and fedoras, looking old fashioned mixed with Modern was his style. She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture for back mail. Or to know the boy who was sucking off her best friends face so she could maim if he ever crossed her. She shivered in revulsion; kissing like the French was disgusting to her weather is was boy and girl, boy and boy or girl and girl. She though bristled when the older looking boys hand traveled south.

(Done See it is short)

"OH! Charley! Is that you? Dude we need to get going!" Amelia cried ruining the moment. Charley blushed and smiled at the other apologetically, the other shrugged and smiled they hugged before the other sauntered away. Charley had a dreamy look on his face and Amelia was making faces at the other boy's back. Charley then glared sideways at the girl.

"AMELIA!" Charley cried looking to the blond in the dress; she looked at the mousey haired boy.

"Yes?" She said blankly.

"W-Why? H-He he is such a good kisser!" He cried, she just pointed with her thumb over her shoulder to her giggling and rapid waving mom. He looked over with embarrassing and horrific look on his face.

"So much for keeping it secret chewy." She said turning on her flats and walking to her family Charley shyly following.

"Also That boy has a line and if he passes it I am going to beat him." Charley looked at her.

"And what line is that?"

"The Boxerline." And Amelia swore she learned several new shades of red.

End

"What is so new about my Grandma coming to visit you?"

"I will tell you in second, the lovely child admirers gave me chocolate today my brain is scattered and I will remember in a second."He said Amelia rolled her eyes. Charlie had this weird addiction with chocolate and had a weird mind scattered to mush, random thoughts and they got to the original conversation a minute or two.

"First you a gay and now you are a cradle robber? Charley what am I going to do with you?"

"Shut up! I want to hear you day! And how California is!" He said. Amelia actually wanted to tell him about the nations but didn't, no matter how much it inflicts pain in her heart to keep a secret from what was probably the closet thing to home.

"Well nothing History was the only interesting thing."

"Tell~ Me~." He sang into the phone which was quiet lovely, like he has been singing all his life.

"Are you sure?"

"Yep!"

"Well…"

Flashback~ (lol again)

Amelia walked into her history room. The man from this morning was chatting with some students. He looked up to her and said loudly.

"Find your assigned seat and just chat with your classmates, we are not doing much today all that you need to know is in the packet on the desk." He said and she nodded. She walked over and found her name on a seat next to a window showing a lovely garden probably for that "slow foods" club.

"Well, if it isn't Miss. Liberty." Amelia growled. "Amelia love calm down." England calmly stated.

"Yeah girl ignore him!" America called. She could feel the menacing gaze from Ivan, even though he was inside the necklace.

"Golden boy." She said calmly turning to the boy. He had her Charley's face with a smug look.

"Golden boy? Ohhoho you like me huh?" He said grabbing her hip she smacked his hand away.

"No you just look like those stereotypical Californian boys the girl in New York swoon over, also you are not my type." She smiled and turned to put the packets in her bag. She then proceeded to look to the seat behind her to see his stuff behind her. A long streak of curses flowed in her mind which got a lot of groans and Italy scolding her for that type of Language.

"Now Liberty, that is not very nice." He said amused.

"I didn't want to be nice. What is up with that name any way?" She hissed, the Nations then calmed her down again.

"Well you seem like the independent girl from New York, Your hair has the same hue as the Ol' Statue." She looked at him with a raised eye brow.

"Strangely deep for a surf head. Oh and my hair is mint green not eroded copper. " He looked at Amelia with a surprised look.

"How did you know that I/he surfed?" He and the Nations, except America and Russia, asked. Amelia rolled her eyes some people really doubted her abilities.

"Your hair and tanned skin, you see when I first saw it in the morning, your hair looked darker but now in the light I can see streaks that are done to people who go in the sea and sit in the sun, you have the stance of balance, like a lot of skaters do, but you really need to find a way to get the stench of ocean off of you." The boy looked at her shocked, she had propped herself on the desk and absent-mindedly swung her legs. She never found it hard to read some people.

"How did you?" He said shocked. Amelia rolled her eyes.
"I am a fan of Sherlock Holmes, I admire him. I want to be like him all deceive-like and stuff, I actually gained a prankish personality to just learn what got people annoyed so I could learn their personalities, but actually I guessed and you were shocked so I assumed I was right and B.S. Everything else." She smiled happily as the whole room went silent. She had realized she had subconsciously projected, Damn drama. Everyone was staring at her; she blushed, and looked away.

"What? I can't guess something and make up things?" She said with a pout.

"Amelia love I… don't think that is what they are looking at you for."

"VE~ Amelia was a prankster?"

"Vou never vould have guessed." Slowly everyone went back to what they were doing, but Amelia had the feeling the new topic was her. Yep Amelia wonderful way to start off the year. Golden boy though looked impressed.

"So what is your first dream?"

"You will know when I am Famous." She said smugly.

"Mind telling me what you want to be famous for?"

"Yes I mind a lot." She said with a shrug.

"Ok… What else can you tell?"

"What do you mean? I guessed with you."

"So wait you just guessed I was a, made up everything else even though I was too close to be a guess?" He said a little impressed it reminded the poor dual hair colored girl of her brother when they went places, and just practiced reading people, having fun eating ice cream… The times where he would nod, impressed, every time a guess was proven write.

"I just guessed, you are the stereotypical Californian boy." She said offhandedly. She wanted to read other people she had yet to master it. She wanted to though, even if she fulfilled her first dream it, would be cool to read people not as annoying as mind reading but something she can just look and know about them or at least guess.

"I am not really."

"You play the Guitar, you surf, you have the look and girls are swooning over you. Yes you are at least as a front you are, I would really have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure that one out."

"So you are prejudice? What you don't like Californians?" ' I can't prejudice over stereotypes I have the Nations in my necklace and they are the stereotypical people of their nation… but I can't say that now can I?' she thought annoyed.

"No I never said that, I give everyone a chance, you just have this huge…. I don't know oh right ego, I don't like arrogant people." She said flatly.

"I am not Arrogant!"

"Most who are never know." She smiled sweetly, though mocking drenched her words.

"….So you don't find me attractive… at all?" Amelia blushed and looked at his with wide blue eyes.

"W-What?" He smirked, and leaned in close to her his arms trapping her in the desk and held down her hips. She could hear some Nations growling she wished she would stop feeling useless! She was normally the one that beat up guys like this! Was it because he looked like Chewy?

"I don't make you want me? You said I am not your "type"? What is your type babe?" he smirked. She pushed him away, but her arms became weak and she was surprised no one was even paying attention. Except for a few girls that sent her death glares but she brushed it off much too focused on her situation with this boy.

"Get off, of me!" She squeaked and kicked him away the bell rang and she quickly ran out of the room.

End~

"Oh My god! That… That! Why didn't you Kick has ass?" Charley started listing off and ranted about him. Amelia was reluctant to tell him in the first the last part, but she had left out all the parts about the Nations and didn't feel like lying to him anymore than that.

"Chewy it is ok; I was literally saved by the bell." She sighed. Charley gave her more credit he was just being an over reactive brother, she would do the same.

"So… Detective side came out to show off?"

"Yep."

"Hahaha! But what I can't believe the teacher did not stop it!"

"I think he stepped out when it happened."

"Still…."

"Chewy what about you how is our apple doing?" She and Charley loved to refer New York as their own little apple being that they grew up there.

"Weather is fine, People everywhere in a rush, it is normal here. Oh, Amelia you are missing out! They are doing 1984."He laughed from the other line.

"Damn really?" Pouted, though he couldn't see it he could hear she was upset.

"Yep! I am auditioning today~."He said laughing though she knew him well enough to know there a sympathetic smile on his face, she had been looking forward to the auditions of the Serious dramatic play.

"You think you can act without me?" She challenged.

"Oh you bet!" He laughed, Amelia laughed with him, she felt like he was almost next her, she was so at home, she noticed she pasted her aunt's house she turned and walked to the front. She tapped in the code. This wasn't her home… maybe one day it will… but not now… She felt like crying and Charley, the jackass, somehow knew, even though see only cried in front of him once.

"Sis?... Where are you?"

"I-I.. I am almost to the front door of my aunt's house." Her voice cracked, and at this point the Nations came out and put themselves in places a distance away but she could see they could reach her at any point.

"Stay outside and breath… Homesick?"He asked softly. She nodded but realized he could not see her, god the way he spoke she could feel faint touches of his hands when she was sick but determined to get to auditions, and she almost fell over in the subway because she could not stand up straight, and he used that soft yet strong voice, the voice he would only use for his crazy best friend/Sister.

"Y-Yes…. Oh Charley! I-I miss you!" She almost cried but she held her tears and the Nations gave her looks that practically said 'don't hold them just let it out.' But she was not going to cry in front of the world nations, not with Charley on the phone… then she would be weak.

"I want my mom… I want my dad!" She quietly cried on the porch. Her sentence was quiet to where only Charley could hear and not the Nations, she bet they already knew her situation. Charley hushed and offered soft words, after a few minutes she was feeling slightly ashamed of braking down like that. Damn it she was supposed to be strong and not cry over such things… and in front of people!

"Amelia, who said you of all, can cry like that? I thought I was the emotional side?" He said with a light laugh and warm voice, a small smile graced her face and all sadness disappeared. She loved Charley… She needed him, her brother; she could not stand the distant miles in-between them, her sister was all ready as far as him and it tore her up even more. While she was slightly insane with her snide and sly attitude where she loved to pick fun at people or be totally aloof and was the strong will and didn't like to break down (she is not use to braking down like this), her opposite the pleasant warm, honest Charley (Even if he was a bit of a bastard in grade school, he grew out of that like she did her Pranking) that was open and emotional held her down and brought out her best and be there for her as she is for him, and their friends knew that. It was inside joke in their group that Charley and Amelia was supposed to be the same person but it would have made a Mary sue so they were separated and Amelia gained all the boy traits by accident and Charley was the girl side.

"Well I know you didn't. You are the dude that cries." She giggled. Tears slowly dried as England wiped them away with a handkerchief. He really was a gentleman… Well he is England. She leaned into a bit. Italy ran a hand through her hair softly and soothing ly muttering calm confusing Italian. She didn't know when they got there but she could feel the other countries feeling awkwardly standing behind them.

"You better sis?"

"Yea, a-a lot better." She said choking a bit. She felt her phone buzz it was a Text from her Aunt:

Home soon Ame

"Charley, I have to go." She whispered almost not wanting to go. But she was about to break down again.

"Ok me, too … Oh real quick your Grandma gave me a weird bracelet!"Amelia paused along the other Nations could no longer hear Charley so they looked to her confused as her face drained of color.

"What?" She said slowly, no way Grandma couldn't. When did her grandma…

"She did, she said it was a good luck charm, and I will be able to be connected to you, and she also told me to stay up late tonight… But your grandma is into the Voodoo right? I mean you had to get your liking of the super natural from somewhere, but I am not staying up! Dude, you creep me out enough with your little hunts when we were little. Geez I still remember the whole bloody Mary thing. "She could hear him shudder from her end though she didn't pay much mind as she panicked a bit.

"Charley! What does your Bracelet look like?" She shouted. No her grandma wouldn't! How was it possible?

"It is a globe, bronze and sliver… Shit I have to go! Call you later sis! Tell Kelly I said hi!"

"NO! Charley!"The line went dead. She now had to call her grandma.

"Amelia... Amelia? Amelia!" And for the first time today her body gave out on her from all the pressure and she fainted right on the porch.

…. So?

Good? Bad? Somewhere in between?

I hoped you like it I want to at least make my idea somewhat original, cause I already screwed up with the Grandma… But you might like it like this!

OK a few things that might need to clear up.

Charley and Amelia… Mk the story on these to is that apart their flaws are shown and they are very gender switched. Charley's character has nothing to do with his sexuality, I do not know if any of even thought of that but you never know. Better to be safe, I just thought her rival should be completely opposite of her and they see each other as a security rope,

Ex. Amelia can't handle her emotions well and Charley somehow can open her up and make her feel better while Amelia makes him more solid and she feels the need to be strong for both of them.

They have known each other since diapers and even though they hated each other for a long time they also respect each other and make even stronger friends and no matter what they were always together so this distance has been a toll on her along with her little sister, I now get to do a Chapter all about Charley! I am so excited! Omg! You get to see Amelia from a different view!

Oh and Amelia's freak out at the end. She knows the pressure of the nations along with school was mentally challenging and she is the mentally strong one, so she is a little shaken up at the thought of her closest friend having crazy Nations in his life and she is slightly worried.

Also I have a poll up on my page for Amelia Pairings after a while I will do Charley's and then I will add a few more friends from California. You will see~

EDIT:

Holy Butternuggets!

Russia: What is it, little author?

America:*glares*

I forgot to thank My beta, Elitekessu and Atama Ga Kuru Teru!

I AM SORRY!

2P!Arthur: Tea, anyone? *Blinks and smiles madly*

RUN! *Grabs Russia and America and runs* MAYBE LATER!

(I have been on a 2p!Hetalia fandome…. Psychotic Iggy… *Headdesk*)