Alison hummed softly as she road in the limo. She closed her eyes, imagining a meadow much like the one she used to play in when she was little. The lush, tall, green grass went up to her shoulders but when the wind would blow it reached her waist. It was so beautiful.

"Alison!" Elizabeth yelled, getting the southern girl's attention. "We're here. Now quit day dreaming or else you'll make us look bad."

Alison wore a long halter style navy blue dress and a black jacket. Elizabeth wore something similar but it was a rich, cherry red. Elizabeth's long blond hair was put up in a bun while Alison's shot hair had a black headband in it.

They were greeted "warmly" by Russia and led to a grand ballroom. Many countries were dressed exceptionally amazing as they talked and danced across the room. Songs in many different languages played, all coming from a DJ. Alison and Elizabeth were surprised by it but said nothing.

Alison smiled as she was approached by her favorite Frenchman. Her smiled as he slyly kissed Elizabeth's hand, making Alison snicker.

"Good evening, Mademoiselle. It's a lovely night, no?" Before she could answer he interrupted her. "Although I do not know you, I already love you. I can tell you do too. Let's not pass up this opportunity. Let me show you how I can 'love' you."

Elizabeth stood silent for a few moments before shouting loudly. "WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! YOUR OUT OF YOUR BLOODY MIND!"

"Ah! A female England!" France yelled, frightened. "You didn't accident drink you own potion, did you? Didn't you learn you lesson already?"

"Francis, this is Elizabeth, the great state people call Virginia. Lizzie, this is my dear friend Francis, the lovely country of France." Alison introduced.

"Well that explains it! Ugh, I'm getting a drink. See you, Allie." Elizabeth groaned and marched away to the bar.

"Don't drink too much! You get all funny like England!"

"I don't give a damn!"

Alison chuckled and turned her attention back to France, who was staring at Elizabeth like a woman stares at chocolate. Alison laughed and shook her head.

"Francis, I'm afraid she's taken."

He stared at her in shock. "Wh-what? Who?"

"New York."

"Vraiment? Lucky bastard. Anyways, would you like to dance?" he asked, holding out his hand.

Alison's face flushed. "N-no, I'm fine. I think I'm just gonna, uh, talk to... to Antonio! Yeah! Uh... adios!"

Alison left the helpless romantic as she made her way over to her father-ish figure, Spain. He was speaking to Romano, laughing up a storm.

"Hola, Antonio y Romano. Los dos se ven muy guapos. Bonita noche, ¿no?" she said, her tongue pronouncing every word skillfully and accurately.

The two males looked over at her and smiled. Well, Antonio smiled. Romano's face softened a bit.

"Hola! I see you still speak Spanish very well. I'm so proud, heja!"

Alison laughed. "How could I ever forget? Romano, how are ya?"

"Good I guess. Although I'm pissed. Mi fratello is always around that Potato Bastard!"

Alison raised a brow and looked at Spain, hoping for an answer. Seeing the look, he laughed loudly before explaining.

"Lindo Italy is always around Germany. I don't blame him though; they are best friends. Anyways, Romano is jealous that Germany gets more time with his dear hermano then him."

Aliso nodded, slowly processing the information. After a good five seconds, a loud and understanding "Oohh" came from her mouth. She smiled slyly at Romano and giggled. He raised his eyebrows before glaring at her. Spain smiled and hugged the two half-nations.

"Ah, my dear familia! It's so nice to be together again!"

Alison and Romano just stiffened. A surprised look had settled on their faces, even when he had already let go. He rolled his eyes as they both gave him the what-in-the-hell-did-you-just-do-to-us-you-freaking-weirdo look.

"It is a hug. Get over it."

Alison shook her head. "Anyways, I think I'll go check in with Lizzie. Bye!"

Alison searched the crowd. After ten minutes of looking for the state, she gave up and decided to stand in the corner, like a teenage outcast from a made for tv movie. She hummed softly as she stood there, looking lost and confused.

I don't belong here, she thought, with of these nations. They all have a purpose, a reason for living. But I, I don't. I just exist.

"Humming to yourself must be fun, huh?"

Alison turned and looked at her. She smiled brightly at her and held out her hand.

"Hungary. Nice to meet you."

"Uh, hi. Oliver." she smiled awkwardly and shook her hand. "Nice ta meet cha, too."

"You have a gunny accent." Hungary giggled.

Alison raised her eyebrow. "Accent?"

"Yes. It's cute." she gushed.

Alison blushed. "I don't have one."

"Sure, sure. Hey have you seen-"

"Awesome me is here!" a voice yelled.

Hungary groaned along with many of the other countries. Alison, not knowing who it was, only stared in the direction of the noise. There stood a tall albino with a yellow bird on his head. He spoke loudly and talked to other nations, who were clearly annoyed. Alison turned to Hungary and gave her a questioning look. Hungary, seeing the look, sighed.

"That's Prussia. He's freaking annoying."

"Prussia? I think I've heard of him..."

"Oh, but he's not a country anymore. He's just East Germany, now."

Alison gasped. "He's kinda like me."

"Hm? Oh, yeah. But your not a total a-"

"Hello, less awesome people!"

"Damnit. Hey, Prussia."

Prussia looked at Alison, curious. He had never seen her before but her face held a look of sudden realization.

"I think I've met you before, when I was little. Yeah. I was with Francis at the time."

Prussia stared at her for a good minute before remembering. He chuckled.

"Oh yeah! You were only this big," he said, putting his hand to his waist. "I'm surprised you didn't vomit at what we were talking about."

Alison shrugged. "When you've known him for more then a few years, you get used to it."

Hungary shivered violently. "You poor girl. I bet that French rapist soiled your once innocent mind."

Alison laughed but said nothing. She smiled and stared at the bird on his head. "What's his name?"

"Gilbird."

"Aw, how cute!" Alison gushed as she held her hands out.

The bird made a happy chirping sound and flew into her palms. She squealed in glee as she held the bird to her cheek and he nuzzled into it. The bird flew out of her palm and around their heads, chirping in what they guessed was delight, before settling on her shoulder. It nuzzled, once again, next to her neck.

"I think he likes you. So what country are you?"

"I'm the Southern half of America, but to save the confusion, call me Oliver."

"So your like me, huh? A country once but not anymore."

"Well, not really. I had tried but failed." Alison sighed. "I'm not really that upset about it, though. I'm glad Alfred stopped me."

Alison sort of tuned out as the other two talk (argued). She sighed and shook her head, trying to get rid of the negative thoughts. She was brought back to earth as she felt a tap on her shoulder. Her brown eyes focused on a very regal looking England, holding his hand out for her. He had a smile on his face as he blushed very lightly.

"Would you like to dance?"

"D-dance? Oh, no. I can't dance to this kind of stuff."

"I can teach you. Come on, Oliver."

Before she could protest he pulled her onto the dance floor. He placed her arm on his shoulder before putting his on her waist and taking her hand.

"Always let the man lead. Now when I go like this, you go back. Good." he kept talking, giving tips every once in a while.

Alison blushed and stared at her feet, not wanting to suffer the embarrassment of stepping on him. She concentrated as they dance in silence for a while. A new song played, one Alison knew well. (It's not the one she was singing last chapter)

She sang softly to herself, think England couldn't hear. "J'en vois des qui s'donnet, donnet des bijoux dens le cou-"

"You speak French?" he asked, intrigued.

Alison nodded. "Of course. J'ai parlé français pendant des années."

England smiled softly. "I spoke to Elizabeth. it was kinda nice but not really. She was really drunk."

Alison laughed. "I told her not to. She drinks like an E- you know what? Never mind."

The two danced and spoke for a few more songs, enjoying each other's company. But they stopped when they heard the Bad Touch Trio's comments. They blushed and broke apart, smiling at each other awkwardly.

Just then the lights went out. Loud screams cut through the air. It muffled the sound of agony coming from the far right. Alison, hearing the sound, got out her flashlight key chain she put in her purse. She pointed it in the direction of the scream and gasped with England."

"JAPAN!" Alison screeched as she ran to the bloody body on the floor. England followed her.

Alison took off his shirt to look at the wound. It was horrible. Alison tore off the bottom fabric of her dress and pressed it against the wound. Other stared in shock. Someone had just attacked Japan.

I... am a failure! I meant to update again yesterday! I'm sooooo sorry! Things have just been super busy with me. I hope you like this chapter. Alison's getting more comfortable around people and making friends. Good for her. I made it sorta long-ish for you. I'm so sorry. Well, thanks for reading!

See you next update!