Author's Notes: Re-reading the last chapter, I feel Amelia was a bit Mary-sue, wasn't she?

England being a gentlemen insisted on walking me back to my dorm. It was quiet for a few minutes, before I decided to talk.

"I just realized." I said, smiling ironically. He turned to me.
"When I was little, I had always wanted to come to the United Kingdom for some reason." He smirked.

"Well it is one of the better countries to come to, with a rich culture and history."

"I wanted to come here because it was the only other English speaking nation I knew of, plus American cartoons always make some nice ethnic jokes." I turned to see his reaction and it almost made me laugh.
His face held a mix of sadness and anger. "Don't worry though, It's what originally got me to study more about other countries."

"How so?" He asked as if he didn't believe me.

I grinned. "I grew up in an area, where everyone was of different descent. We all shared stories about our heritage and a lot of the stories didn't add up with the cartoons. Since I'm stubborn, I always dove into the library and studied the subject to be accurate."

He seemed relieved. "Well then that makes you one of the better Americans."

I shrugged. "We're not all bad...just...innocent."

"Innocent?"

"We don't understand and know a lot." I laughed. "We do what we think is right."

He scoffed. "Sounds just like America." We said in unison.

We both stared at each other for a moment before I stuck my tongue out.

"You're becoming predictable." I said. We arrived at my dorm.
"Thanks for walking me." I said, giving him a quick hug before walking to the door where a worried Hungary was waiting.

I didn't notice it then, but later Hungary told me that I had left England red in the face after that hug. Which confused me, it was something customary for me.

"Where were you! You had me so worried Amelia Dickinson!" Hungary exclaimed.

I put my hands up defensively. "Chill, chill! I was just walking off some steam, and lost track of time." I said.

"What happened that made you storm out of the cafeteria, anyway?"

I shrugged as we began walking. "England said another racial comment about Americans and I had had enough of it for two days."

"Oh..." She replied, looking down.
"Well you had people talking for awhile."

I stopped, and turned to her. "No way! I was hoping this wasn't the type of school to gossip!" I exclaimed, flailing my arms.

"Honey, that happens everywhere!" She waved her hand.

We both laughed and I opened my door. We decided to talk more before retiring.

"So what were people saying?" I asked, flopping down on the fuzzy rug in my room.

"People were talking about how it was astonishing that the student council president had been so rude to a new student, within only two days." She mocked.

I felt guilty. "Well, when he found me, he apologized, so...I guess we're on good terms now."

I buried my face in the fur of the carpet, suddenly missing my pets. She knelt beside me and poked me repeatedly. I lifted my face and looked at her.

"What?" I asked, annoyed.

She poked me again and smiled mischievously. I recognized that look. That was the look Ariel gave me whenever she was trying to hint at a guy liking me. I frowned.

"I have a feeling I know what you're thinking and I swear, if you're thinking what I think you're thinking, I will kill you!" I said, pointing into the air for emphasis. "

What am I thinking?" She giggled, poking me again.

"If you say England has a thing or me-" She laughed.
"I KNEW IT!" I screamed, causing her laughter to increase in volume.

We talked for awhile. She mostly talked about her past with the Axis and somehow the focus came to me. She asked me a question I thought I would never hear, nor would have ever wanted to hear ever.

"So did you ever have feelings for someone?" I winced, clenching my fist tightly.

"A long time ago." I said solemnly.

She tilted her head. "Is it something uncomfortable to talk about?"

I thought about it for a moment. Since it happened. I never told anyone about it...maybe it'd help to get it off my chest.

"A little, but maybe it'd be best for me to tell someone eventually." I said, sitting up.

She smiled, ever so kindly. "I'm always here if you want to talk." I smiled, before frowning.

"Last year, something really bad happened between my boyfriend and I." I said.

"Bad break up?" She asked.

I shook my head slowly. This would normally be the time when someone would start crying, but...honestly, it felt like there were no more tears for that memory.

"He had...mental issues." I said softly, drifting off into thought before speaking again.
"He had severe depression and was prone to being jealous."

She held onto my every word, listening intently with curiosity.

"Last year, he tried to take his life...but...not just himself...He wanted to take me with him...Because he was so selfish."

Reliving that memory, I finally felt tears fall. She hugged me. It felt empty though. I told Hungary the story. About that day, Trevor took his life and attempted to take me with him. I told her how I had to go through massive recovery.

We stayed up talking almost all night long, not that I minded though, because the next day, I had mathematics. I woke up late and decided to sleep in until second period.

"Greetings Amelia, da!" Russia waved to me as I approached him.

"Morning to you too, Russia." I smiled, sitting down.

History went by relatively fast, I don't know why. Maybe it was because I slept through lecture? Russia and I walked to the cafeteria, together.

"You're going to fail the test if you fall asleep in class, da." Russia lectured.

"I'll be fine." I yawned.
"I know more about history than I should know at my age." I waved my hand dismissively. Russia shook his head.

"If you say so."

We parted ways at the Cafeteria, I headed over to the Axis Powers, and was ambushed with a hug by Italy. In that moment I knew how Shaggy felt whenever Scooby Doo jumped into his arms. It took me all my strength to keep Italy and I from falling over.

"Amelia-Chan! I'm so glad to see you! You had me worried yesterday, Ve~" He nuzzled my cheek.

"It's nice, to see you too Italy." I grunted.

Germany pulled Italy off me.

"You're going to crush the poor girl." Japan said.

"What's for lunch today?" I asked.

"Depends on the nation you're asking." Hungary said.

"It's pasta today!" Italy exclaimed. I laughed a little.

"They're serving Yakisoba-" I cut Japan off by jumping up and running to the lunch line.

"YAKISOBA DAISUKI DESU NEE!" I exclaimed.

I heard Hungary laugh from all the way across the cafeteria, not that I minded. I wanted my Beef Yakisoba, damn it. It had been too long. I sat back down, happy with my meal.

"I hope not to be rude, but what happened yesterday?" Japan asked.

"Yeah why'd you storm out of the cafeteria like some drama queen?" Prussia asked with a mouthful.

"I got sick of a certain someone insulting me, so I left." I said, quickly savoring the first bite of my Japanese cuisine. It was nothing like the Yakisoba, back home, or in Japan, but it was still Yakisoba.

What Hungary said next made me nearly choke. "England has a thing for Amelia."

"LIAR!" I exclaimed angrily, waving my chopsticks at the taunting brunette.

"You know it's true!"

"Just because someone apologizes for being an asshole, doesn't mean they have romantic feelings for you!"

"England likes you, Amelia? Ve~ That's wonderful!" Italy's comment made me blush. I made a noise of embarrassment, similar to that of a cat. I heard Japan and Hungary chuckle.

"Quiet, both of you!" I said.

Lunch went by quickly. It was Home Economics once more, I was excited, but at the same time I was worried. What if England burnt down the school? Maybe it was extreme, but this is England we're talking about, people. I got to class a bit earlier than everyone else, so I decided to spend the time wisely and prepare for the dish the teacher was going to have us make. For some reason, it was scones.

"Fuck." I thought.
"I don't know how to make those."

I sat down, leaning back on the counter behind me.

"What's got you down?" I opened my eyes to see England. I pointed at the chalkboard.

"I don't know how to make those." I said, simply. He turned back to me and smirked.

"Don't worry I will show you how, it's very simple." His tone was arrogant.

"Somehow I don't trust your cooking."

"H-hey! Just because you don't like my cookies, doesn't mean my scones are bad!" He blushed.

"We'll see about that." I said, pulling out ingredients.
"If I end up in the nurses' office however, you owe me."

"I owe you what?" He asked incredulously.

"I don't know, I'll think of something."

"Well I don't feel comfortable, not knowing the consequences." He pouted.

"Okay then, If I end up in the nurses' office, you have to clear my record of detention." I clasped my hands together and smiled in a fake way.

"I-I can't do that!"

"But you're the one who gave me detention!" I growled, pointing at him.

"It's already been put onto your record, I don't have control over that, so you have to serve detention." He put his hands up defensively.

I felt like saying a few choice words, but decided against it. No need to start an argument, right? I sighed.

"I hope you're not lying."

"Now why would I lie?"

I felt my boldness kick in, and I put a hand on my chest and leaned closer to him.

"I don't know, maybe you want to spend time with me?" I said, watching the pink color of his cheeks turn red. I smirked and held back laughter.
"I'm kidding." I stated, watching him relax once more.

England chuckled again. "You're doing it wrong."

I sighed. "Yes I see that, England."

I tossed out the failed mixture. The teacher gave me an F- because I hadn't completed the assignment. I sat down and groaned.

"Tell you what." I heard England say, and I sat up to look at him.

"How about, for detention, we stay here and make scones until you get them right, than we call it even?" He shrugged a bit.

I smiled. "Is this revenge for the cookies?" I asked.

"Yeah, basically." He replied and we both laughed.

"I'm afraid to say he's not all that bad, because I feel like I'll jinx myself if I say it...

"Here, let me help you." England said.

He came up behind me, and I stiffened. He showed me the proper technique for mixing the ingredients. The close proximity made me turn red. Sure I gave hugs and all, but I was very sensitive about someone standing directly behind me.

"You stir it quickly, before it's too late, you see?" I snapped out of my thoughts.

"Y-yeah, I see."

After he decided to take a hands on approach in helping me, a batch finally came out decently. Of course my head was in the clouds the whole time, panicking over stupid little feminine thoughts. As I said back when our story first started, I'm not used to those kinds of treatment from guys. He held up a scone to my face while I was busy thinking(daydreaming) again.

"Well? Try your own scone." He smiled at me.

I took a small bite and to my surprise it wasn't too hard or soft, like I originally thought it would turn out with his help.

"It's good isn't it?" He asked, taking a bite from the same scone. I only nodded.
"Then you admit I'm not that bad of a cook?" He asked slyly.

My brain turned on again, and looked out the window.

"Not all that bad..." I trailed off, then turned to him and smirked.
"But it was made by me after all."

I laughed at the look on his face. His face went from joy to surprise.

"B-But I helped you make that bloody batch!" He exclaimed.

"Just like I helped you bake those cookies." I stated, with a blank expression. He paused for a moment.

"Touche." Was all he said. I smiled.

We decided to continue hanging out, even after the detention. He had some student council work to get done, and I was completely curious. I asked if I could assist him and he allowed me to, to my joy. So I was flipping through files, organizing them and handing the ones he asked for, to him so he could review them. It was relatively quiet until I decided to start a conversation.

"Mind telling me why you drew a pentagram, the other day?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Well...I was performing a spell, to help me catch the other team." He said, hesitantly.

I stifled a laugh. He turned to me, pouting.

"A spell?" I asked, after gathering myself, handing him another folder of work.

"Yes, thank you." He said, taking the folder from me and placing it atop the growing pile.

"Why?" I asked, very curious to answer all my fan-based questions.

"Because, I was trying to catch your team." He said as though it were obvious. Before I could speak, He cut me off.
"Look, If you're going to say magic isn't real, forget it. I've heard the same story from Alfred already." He said, with emotions I couldn't quite name.

I felt guilty once more, almost more than I usually would. I decided to try and relate with him on a certain degree as not to hurt his feelings.

"D-Didn't you grow out of that?" I asked, nervously. He turned to me, with a sarcastic look.

"No it's not something you grow out of." He stated, like it was obvious. I dropped the folders I was carrying on his desk, and he looked up at me startled.

"How can you NOT grow out of that? D-Didn't you ever find out Santa Claus wasn't real and that Fairies don't exist?" I pouted with determination.

Truthfully, I used to hold a deep faith in myth. I wanted to believe and held onto that, but as time moved on, I learned more and eventually found evidence that disproved the existence of creatures I once desperately wanted to meet.

"Of course Santa Claus isn't real, ya git. Fairies are real, don't say that." He gestured like a parent would.

"Well have you seen them?" I asked, momentarily forgetting the episode where Alfred caught him talking to nothing. England blushed.

"Of course I have." He said, determined as well.
"Don't you dare tell me you believe aliens exist." He scoffed.

I took a seat in an empty chair and sighed. I wanted to believe him, but that would go against all the logic that is the foundation of my sanity.

"I don't know if they're real, but I know it's a possibility that I'd rather not acknowledge. If you've seen Fairies, then show me them."

He looked up at me with sincerity.

"How can I show them to you, if you don't believe in them?" He asked.

I wanted to groan, but I didn't. It was frustrating with people like him. He briefly reminded me of Micheal, back home, who constantly looked to the mythical for his artistic inspiration.

"Y'know I believed for the longest time as a child, but I never saw one." I said, smiling, hoping to derail his argument.

"Fairies only live in certain areas, like deep in forests. I'm sure you lived in the suburbs, am I correct?" I looked at him and he was smirking.

"I still want you to show me one." I said. He chuckled.

"Maybe, when the school year eases in." He said.

Suddenly the door swung open, and for once in my life I was caught off guard and fell back in my chair. Something about this world made a little more feminine than usual, eh? England looked over the desk at me, and France helped me up.

"Are you okay?" He asked, worried.

"I'm fine." I said exasperated.

"I apologize, I didn't mean to startle you." France said.

"It's fine."I said, waving my hand dismissively.

After a minute of recuperating, France asked me why I was here.

"I decided to help England with some of your guys' office work." I smiled.

"Ah, well your welcome to help any time you want." He took my hand in his and kissed it. I turned slightly red, still getting used to the treatment.

"Don't harass the students!" England scolded.

"What was I doing wrong?" France asked, shrugging innocently.

"Don't give me that, you Frog." England retorted. I giggled and went back to doing some more filing for them, listening to the two argue for a good thirty minutes.

"It doesn't matter, either way, It's not your position to say whether I'm Student Council Vice President or not. Anyway I need to discuss with you." France said to the annoyed British man. I perked up, curiously.

"What about?" England grumbled.

"The Welcome Back Dance, some of the other student council members and I were thinking of having it in the school's pavilion rather than the gym this year. The weather has been crisp and perfect, right before the fall too." France suggested.

"Absolutely not!" England said.
"We'd have to pay for lighting and the decorations would be even more expensive since they're outdoor products." France frowned.

"Come on, don't be so stingy! So what if we spend a little extra on decorations, it's perfect outside!" France argued.

I decided to join in, because it honestly sounded nice. The school dances back home were always so crowded in the gym, but I know we never had one outside, so the idea excited me.

"Yeah, England! It'll be fun, just think about it!" I said, while smiling and slapping my hand on his desk.

"Fun for both of you, but I get more paperwork." He stated.

"Well if you got that thing up your ass checked-" I motioned towards my backside, which France for some reason was staring at. "-maybe you'd have fun at the dance, and it'd be worth it in the end." I grinned.

England turned bright red with anger, which only amused me further.

"I do NOT have any objects lodged up my, rear, thank you! I'm just a civilized human being unlike the masses of the school!" He exclaimed.

"Civilized? Then why do you insist on physically abusing me so much?" France asked, with mock sadness.

"T-This in unfair! You're both ganging up on me!" England waved the pencil in his hand as if to shoo us off.

"I'm only doing so for the sake of the students like Amelia, here." France said, putting an arm around my shoulder.
"Since she is attending the dance, am I right?" France asked turning to me.

I turned slightly pink, forgetting that I said I wasn't sure if I was going or not earlier.

"W-well..." I trailed off.

"Wait a moment, yesterday you said you weren't even sure if you wanted to go!"

"That was when I thought it would be in the gym! Now if it were outside." I said, while grinning.

I wasn't lying but I was still uncomfortable about going to a school dance.

"See, She won't go if it's in the gym!" France said, pouting.

It must have worked because England contemplated the idea.

"Fine...I'll think about it." England said, in defeat. France lit up and shouted for joy.
"I'm only thinking about it! I'm not absolutely deciding to have it in the pavilion!" He exclaimed.

My cellphone suddenly buzzed and flipped it open to check who it was. It was from Micheal this time. The text message was titled "He did this for you" I downloaded the picture and to my shock it was Charm in one of Ariel's dresses. "Hope this makes you laugh." It did make me laugh, because as much as Charm denied being homosexual in anyway, here he was in a dress in the stupidest pose ever. France looked over my shoulder.

"Who is that?" He asked.

"It's one of my friends from the states." I said, smiling.
"He's very...crazy." I chuckled.

"It would seem so." France replied.

I suddenly received another text message and I checked that one as well, this time it wasn't a picture message. It was from Ariel this time.

"btw, I'm sending u a dress I want u to wear 4 me. Make sure to take a pix! It should arrive in 3 days.- Ur gurl Ariel"

The message made me blush. I quickly snapped my phone shut. England looked up and saw my red face.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I-I'm fine." I said, gathering my things.
"Sorry, but I have to go now, Hungary is supposed to help me with homework." I lied.

I wanted to get to my computer and ask Ariel what kind of dress she made. She'd done so in the past many occasions, because she was very into sewing and designing. She made me, Charm and the rest of us try on the outfits. It seemed that even distance didn't stop her from using me as her guinea pig. Sometimes she would even have me wear some...rather...revealing clothes, and that's why I wanted to talk to her. I would NOT try on another one of those skimpy, tight outfits, no matter how much she asked! When I got to my dorm room, I threw my bag into a corner and immediately pulled my laptop from under my bed and logged on Skype. (HOO-MOTHERFUCKING-RAY FOR SKYPE BITCHES!) I immediately called her. It took her some time to answer and we both had video on as we usually did.

"Hey Amy! What's up?" She asked with a smile.

It was refreshing to see her golden smile. I always told her she was an angel because she was just that beautiful. Looking at her made me miss home. However, right now, I was worried.

"Ariel, what kind of dress did you send me?" I asked suspiciously.

"Oh, just an evening gown." She replied looking at her nails that I assume were freshly manicured by Kiniko.

"What kind of Evening gown?" I asked, sighing.

"It's this new design, I thought up! You'll love it! It's this white dress that sort of fades at the ends and it's a lot of that see-through material stacked on one after another so it-" I cut her off.

"SEE-THROUGH?" I exclaimed.

"Ugh, don't worry Amelia! I put extra padding in the areas that cover your private parts." She said as if it were nothing.

"Fine...but I only have to take one picture right?" I asked, just to be certain.

"Yeah! Oh and wear it to a school dance or something." I wonder what I did to anger god, because I don't see why he would have this all happen as just a coincidence.
"Make sure you get a picture with some of those guy friends of yours." She said, smiling mischievously.

"You know the boys won't be happy about that." I said.

Ever since last year, Laddie, Charm, and Micheal were completely overprotective when it came to guys.

"Oh, fuck them, you need to get back on your feet and in the game." She waved her hand dismissively.

Out of all my friends, she honestly thought I needed a new boyfriend to make me feel better...however the guys and I were opposed to the idea.

I blushed, trying to imagine what the dress would look like. The idea of it being see-through scared me. Ariel and I talked for a couple hours, about feminine topics.

She told me that Micheal and Charm missed me, even though they wouldn't admit it. She told me how they joked about coming to visit me, because we all knew that we didn't have that kind of money, however the idea still amused us. I told her I needed a shower, and we parted ways.

I sighed, grabbing my things and walking towards the showers. To my shock, it was completely clean. It was fancy, and even had some toiletries. I felt my heart skip a beat. Showers were always my happy hours. They had different kinds of showers and baths, when I saw the Japanese hot springs, I couldn't help myself. I hastily got prepared before stepping into the warm water. I sighed, contently, smiling to myself.

It had been forever since I'd been to a hot springs. Last time I went was in Japan, during the home stay. It was relaxing, but at the same time the steam was making me dizzy from the lack of oxygen. I took my sweet time, despite my urge to fall asleep. I stayed even when the dinner announcements came. I didn't leave until Hungary came looking for me.

"Amelia? Are you in here? It's dinner time." I heard a familiar voice echo.

I groaned and got out, wrapping a towel around myself.

"Yeah, I'm in here!" I said, gathering my things.
"Just give a minute and I'll meet you outside."

I walked outside after getting dressed and Hungary greeted me. We walked together to the Cafeteria in silence. I didn't bother grabbing a dinner tray and sat down with the Axises while Hungary got her dinner.

"Are you not Hungry, Amelia-San?" Japan asked, concerned. I shook my head.

"Maybe you should eat, Amelia, I've noticed you don't usually eat a full meal." Germany suggested. I shook my head again.

"I'm fine, I'm just a peckish eater." I said.

"Ve~ It's not good to skip meals, Amelia-Chan." Italy said, bringing a plate of pasta to my face.
"I'll share my pasta with you if you eat~" He cooed in a childish manner. I chuckled.

"I'm fine, Italy, really. I'm just not feeling well." I said. I felt guilty when Italy frowned.

We talked about school for most of dinner, specifically clubs. They were all trying to get me to join a certain club or what not. I tried asking them if there were any other clubs, because everything they mentioned didn't interest me really.

"Well...I am trying to start a Manga Research Club." Japan said, rubbing his chin. I quirked an eyebrow.

"Oh, really?" I asked in interest.

"Yes, but so far it's not going well." Japan said, shaking his head in a defeated manner.

"Why not?" I asked, tilting my head.

"The Student Council President won't authorize it." Prussia finished for him. I turned towards the table where the Allies sat.

"Is that so?" I said in a tone that held irritation.
"Well, I'm sure I can help you get that rearranged." I said, turning back towards Japan, and rested my head on my propped up hands.

"R-really?" He asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can convince a student council member or two, to approve it." I spoke with confidence in my ability to persuade people.

"Thank you!" Japan bowed his head, as is apart of his custom.

"That's great, Ve~ We'll finally have our club." Italy said with joy. I smiled at the two.

I knew it'd be a hassle, since England was very stubborn, but for some reason I felt like I wanted to help Japan get his club approved...Laddie did always tell me I was too caring for my own good. After dinner, we all returned to our dorms. Since the boys' and girls' dorms are right next to each other... with only the restrooms separating them, I managed to spot America. I waved to him, and he saw me. He waved back and we were about to walk towards each other, but England suddenly pushed America towards their dorm, much to my dismay. I pouted and returned to my dormitory.

I decided to practice playing my flute, since it had been awhile. I was happy to see my hand-crafted beauty that I called 'princess' it was a Christmas gift from my friends. They all pitched in to pay for it... I remember crying that day. At some point while I was playing, I heard a strange knocking on my window.

"What the FUCK is that?" I thought to myself.

I went to my window and opened it up. I looked to my left, right, and up, before looking down. Low and behold it was Alfred there. He waved at me. It felt extremely cliché, but then again...this is America we're talking about. Self-proclaimed hero and all.

"Hey!" He whispered. I smiled.
"Wanna hang out?" He asked. I chuckled.

"Isn't it curfew?" I whispered back. He grinned.

"England won't mind." I smiled and nodded.

Instead of grabbing a jacket, I just climbed out of the window in my Long-sleeved shirt and shorts. Since I was on the 2nd floor, I could easily jump it...America thought otherwise however. I let go and pushed from the ledge a bit, preparing myself to hit soft-grass, instead I dropped into a pair of warm arms. I felt my eyes widened and I looked up at America who only smiled in response.

"It would be impolite for a hero to let a lady land on her own." He said, letting me down gently.

"D-Don't you mean gentleman?" I asked.

"Nah, England says I'm a brute." He rubbed the back of his head.

"Well I don't think you're a brute." I noticed at that moment we both had an affinity for smiling.
"So what did you have in mind?" I asked. He shrugged.

"I notice you still have trouble finding your way around school, so I thought I'd show you around all the cool spots."

"And what if we get caught?" I asked. He smirked.

"That's the fun part." I smiled at this. This was why we called Charm our America. He was like him in many ways. It was comforting, actually. It made me feel less homesick. We started walking off towards the main building.

"Why do I get the distinct feeling something bad is going to happen?"