I'm sorry it's really short, but I decided to add a little bit of a fun chapter.


The nations, once the Monopoly fiasco was done, all ate and went to sleep. After several hours, Amelia was the first one to get up. She was just up and started playing music softly in the main sitting room. She danced in her pajamas, which were red shorts and a blue camisole, which rode up just a tiny bit every now and then.

The next nation to wake up was Toris, who quickly joined Amelia in dancing. She was obviously shocked at having a dancing partner this early, but was happy, nonetheless. Toris wore an olive-green t-shirt and khaki pants. Amelia quickly grabbed his hand and changed the music to proper dancing music before dancing closely to him.

When the next few nations awoke, they just watched. Amelia and Toris didn't notice the crowd forming, watching the two dance. They just loved dancing together. The next song to play was Shut Up and Dance by WALK THE MOON. They got so into the song that Toris dipped Amelia at the end, causing them to finally notice the nations watching them with gaped mouths.

What was even more shocking was that Amelia shirt and slid up to reveal a very large ugly scar on her torso. Toris, although he didn't mean it, dropped Amelia to the ground. His counterpart quickly got up and stood next to Toris with her head down slightly, tugging on her shirt after realizing the scar had shown.

"What in the world was that?" Feliks, the personification of Poland, asked.

"That," Francis started, "was love."

"That's ridiculous," Matthew stated. "If it was, she would've told me." Then he turned to Amelia, "right?"

Amelia nervously glanced up and then side glanced at Toris, who shook his head.

"No…" she didn't sound very convincing, causing Toris to face-palm. "How about I go change and we just go back to watching the memories. I already ate."

That was a lie, but before anything else could be said, Amelia raced out of the room, weaving behind the shocked nations, who turned on Toris. Poor Toris had to deal with the prodding questions whilst Amelia got ready. When Amelia returned, she was wearing a knee length flair shirt that was grassy green her top was a white and black plaid flannel. She had one a pair of blue sneakers with red laces. Her clothes didn't match, but she didn't seem to matter.

"Let's get to it!" she seemed hyper, like she had just had caffeine, but she obviously hadn't. It was a fake attitude. She hated this.

She strode through the door with her head held high. The other nations filed through the door behind her.


I was gonna write more, but I started having a bad time, so here's what I wrote.