A/N: America is back!

It's really addicting to write in his perspective. Also, I needed to get out of a girl's mind for a second. Despite me being a girl, it's easier to think America. It might also help that I'm American. Wait, no. I'm way to multi-cultural to say that I'm American.

But, I digress.

Nothing else.

"Hiya, Netherlands!" A girl said from the hall. I turned around to see Netherlands' back turned. She seemed not to be moving, not even breathing.

She had a red and green ribbon in her shoulder length blonde hair. Her eyes were green like Spain's, and she looked like a miniature version of Netherlands. She had a red dress with white accents to celebrate the current belated holiday. I tried to look passed her to see if anyone else was there.

"Belgium?" Spain rushed over to the door and pushed Netherlands out of the way. I could see her hateful expression as she picked herself off the floor. She walked back to the Allies as Spain let the girl into the house.

A young man followed her, about fourteen or fifteen. He had blonde hair like the two girls and blueish-green eyes like Netherlands' right eye. He was in a khaki military uniform like Spain.

"Luxembourg, you cut your hair! It looks like mine!" Spain ruffled the boys hair.

I deduced that he was Netherlands' little brother, Luxembourg. The girl must be her sister, Belgium. She'd mentioned the two of them, but never really introduced them.

"Why did you guys come for belated Christmas?" Netherlands asked so slowly, it seemed like she was drunk.

"Net," The girl, Belgium, said endearingly. "Siblings should spend every holiday together." She had an interesting nickname for Netherlands.

"Then how come you haven't met with me for any other holiday, ever, for the last few years?" Netherlands asked. She had a fair point.

"We haven't had time." Luxembourg said. His voice was exceptionally low for his young appearance. Netherlands seemed to share this thought as she looked at him in surprise.

"Lux, your voice got low. Have your balls dropped yet?" She asked briskly, like it was nothing. He blushed furiously and slowly opened and closed his mouth. "Judging by your response, they haven't." She sighed and turned away. His face grew redder still, and Belgium patted his shoulder. "I'm guessing you're staying for a few hours."

"Yeah Net, we even brought wine for the adults." Belgium held up a large bottle of liquor. Netherlands walked over and snatched it from her hands.

"Alright, you can stay. Just don't mess things up." Her eyes were glossy as she stared at the bottle.

Then it went smoothly.

Prussia hung out in the kitchen while France and Netherlands were cooking.

How domestic.

The rest of the Allies were sitting together and chatting nicely. Spain, Belgium, and Luxembourg were sitting on the ground. Canada and I were the only ones excluded from these groups. It seemed that Norway and Denmark had left.

"You're acting out of character lately." Canada sighed as he laid his head on the table. "Is one changing as he's growing up?"

"I'm not growing up, and neither are you." I said as I stroked the bunny that hopped up to my side. It had a dark blue heart shaped splotch on it's back.

"We all grow old. It's mandatory in life." He mumbled. I reached over and ruffled his hair.

"Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional." I chuckled. He rolled his eyes and twisted the stress ring on his finger.

"You would be the one to say that." He sat up and stretched.

I watched Belgium get up and walk over to Netherlands behind Canada. It caught my attention because she wasn't hiding herself at all. Netherlands looked at her sceptically and led Belgium down the hallway. I stood inconspicuously and slowly followed them.

They turned into a room and closed the door most of the way. The door was open a crack, so I peeked in. I slipped off my glasses and laid them softly of the ground, I could then easily explain that Canada had thrown them down the hall and I had just come to retrieve them.

Belgium took both of Netherlands' hands and they both tumbled on the bed. Netherlands righted herself and looked at Belgium.

"So, you got yourself some men." She had said it in Dutch but I quickly understood it. "What one are you going to pick?"

"What are you talking about?" Netherlands asked in Greek.

"Can we not switch out languages? It's painful." She said in Spanish. "Lets stick with Dutch." Netherlands nodded. "You're so out of character." She said quietly.

"Well, things have been changing." Netherlands scratched the back of her head, obviously embarrassed.

"Like what?" Belgium took her hands again and she pulled them away. "I'm sorry, I just missed you so much. I really can't control myself."

"No it's alright." Netherlands said in English.

"What things are changing though?" Belgium asked, almost hungrily. Netherlands looked around and I ducked back behind the door frame so she wouldn't see me.

"Prussia thinks that I'm starting to fall in love. I know I'm not, but I always feel so weird around certain guys. I get all fidgety and my heart beats faster. I don't really know why either." She flattened one of the sheets on her bed as she talked. "I really don't know."

"You're really confiding in me, aren't you." Belgium whispered. "Who are these guys?"

"I don't want to say." She fiddled with the edge of her dress.

Belgium lunged across the bed and tackled Netherlands into a hug.

Those are seriously the best adjectives that I could use. That's pretty much what happened.

"Bel, can you get off?" Netherlands said as she pushed Belgium away.

"Sorry." They both sat on the bed again. "Who are the guys?"

"I guess. You are my little sister. First-" She cut herself off. "I thought you hated me." My own jaw dropped as I watched the two girls.

"No. I was just..." Belgium paused as she thought for a good word. "Distant. Now, I'm getting restless. Need to know who the guys are."

Netherlands said nothing for a long time.

"You need to get it out. You're acting so weird. You're so out of character." Belgium grabbed her hands and she didn't pull back.

"Uh, a few days ago I saw a guy at the restaurant-" She whispered the rest into Belgium's ear. There was far more than I expected. Almost five minutes worth.

I waited for Netherlands to sit back. She did and Belgium held her hands to her mouth.

Suddenly, there was a huge crash from the kitchen, and I saw Netherlands jump off the bed and crash past me. There was a soft crunch, so I looked down to see my second pair of glasses on the hard wood. Crushed like the last pair.

I sighed and heard a man's voice from the sitting room.

"Vos! Pay up!" He had an accent that sounded vaguely Italian. Almost French.

I charged out to see five broad men standing in front of Netherlands. She scanned each one of their faces and her hand twitched towards her hip, where one of the guns she carried was concealed.

"Sorry, that won't work." He pulled up a gun of his own and tapped it on Netherlands' shoulder. "Pay up."

"Spel. Who is this?" France asked from the kitchen.

"This is Vince." She said. "I owe him money for-" She paused, as if thinking about how certain things." She twitched again and I slowly put my hand on the gun I kept on my belt.

"Don't even try it kid." He looked at me and nodded to my hand. "Money." He looked back at her.

She made a sign with her hand at her hip, and it became a silent wave around the room. First Belgium and Luxembourg found the sign to some use and signed to Spain. Spain sighed to Prussia, Prussia signed to France, France signed to Canada. And Canada signed to the rest of us. He said, "Wait."

The men didn't notice the wave as they each drew their guns. Netherlands held up her hands and slowly put her gun on the floor. I knew that she probably had another gun on her chest or on her leg. She made a few more signs. The wave traveled again and the men had yet to notice.

"We fight on my signal." I read.

I kept my hand at my hip and looked around. The windows weren't blocked so we could escape. Although we were 180 feet in the air so that might not work so well.

"I keep it in the kitchen so if you'll follow me..." She gestured to the kitchen along with France.

They nodded and they walked closer to her.

That is one of the biggest mistakes ever.

Never order Netherlands around and then get close to her.

For health reasons.

"NOW!" She shouted and we all drew our guns and pointed.

Well, China and Russia had their wok and pole instead of guns.

Same difference.

The main guy grabbed Netherlands around the neck and held her so her feet didn't even touch the ground. She kicked a few times but failed to do anything.

"You've got a steady hand kid." He looked at my gun. "Have you killed? Or are you just stupid?"

"I don't think either matter." I said as he looked at the currently helpless Netherlands.

"Since you decided to not actually pay, you could pay with your friends' bodies." One of his men stepped up to me to grab my wrist and Belgium's shoulder. She'd been standing half behind me the entire time. More men walked around the room and reached for us.

The man standing next to me held a knife to my wrist, ready to cut off my hand.

Then the leader, Vince whispered something in Netherlands ear and she flailed about in panic.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY FRIENDS! ! ! ! ! !" She screamed as Vince's hand slipped off her mouth. He covered her mouth and looked down at her again. His free hand floated to her chest and he reached inside her dress. I stood frozen as I was forced to watch her being groped.

"Those can't be implants." He sighed and I finally snapped.

"DO NOT TOUCH HER! ! ! ! !" Me and France shouted at the same time. France had the knife he was using in the kitchen in his hand.

"Aw, it looks like big brother Froggy and the American boyfriend don't want me to take what I rightfully own." A flutter in my chest started when he said "boyfriend", but I shoved it down.

"I'm not her boyfriend. Now put her down." I growled.

"Are you mad because I did this?" He teased and groped her again.

Fire built up in my throat and rage licked my eyes.

Then I snapped again and fired. The bang sounded around the room and a few people covered their ears.

Then a battle broke out. The man about to cut my hand off pressed down the knife. Before it could hurt me, I kicked his teeth in and lightly pushed Belgium out of the room. In a few seconds, it was over and the gang lay on the floor, massively injured.

"Thank you America!" Out of nowhere, Netherlands was hugging me. I looked down to see her smiling face as she buried it into my shirt. "Thank you." She looked seriously damaged, with one eye closed and blood dripping from her everywhere,

"Uh," I couldn't imagine what to do at this point. "No problem." She released me and walked over to the phone. Belgium beat her to it and forced her to sit down on the couch. Holding the phone to her ear, she tapped her foot. After a while it seemed like someone picked up.

"Yes, my name is Alyd Ostrander. A group of men just came into my house and attacked my family. They are all incapacitated at this moment." She paused listening to the operator. "We are currently in the penthouse of The Melany Hotel on 51 street. I would advise bringing ambulances. Some of us and them are injured." She listened to the operator again and hung up the phone. "Well then," She clapped. "The police are coming. We are technically the Ostrander family. Who wants to be the father figure?" Nobody raised their hand. "I guess our adoptive father died and now we all visit each other on the day after Christmas for political reasons."

She makes up interesting lies.

We waited and Luxembourg was the first to hear the sirens. He rushed over to the window and we all heard the pulsing of the alarm. In a few minutes, men started pouring through the door.

The gang was carted away on stretchers and police officers started questioning us. A large man came up to me.

"Sir, your name?" He pulled out a pen and paper and looked up at me.

"James Ostrander." I said straitly, just loud enough for him to hear me. He nodded and jotted it down.

"And his." He gestured at Canada. I caught his eye and we spoke.

"Name?" I asked with my eyes.

"Alfred." He said and looked back at his investigator. I grinned slightly and looked back too.

"His name is Alfred Ostrander. I do not see how that is relevant." I said with my chin slightly turned up to indicate my annoyance.

"I'm checking your reliability. When were you born?" He asked with his pen poised.

"June fourth." I told the truth this time. He wrote it down and he proceeded to ask questions about me.

"Alright, how did the invasion start?" He asked. Finally he got to the point.

"So these guys charge in and start demanding money from my sister. Then he grabbed her and touched her inappropriately. My little sister got mad and demanded that he stopped. Then my big brother got angry when he refused and he shot him in the shoulder. After that, a fight broke out and was quickly silenced." I then realized my wrist that was cut was bleeding profusely. "And as you can see, some of us got hurt." I finished and brought my wrist up to stop the bleeding.

He finished scribbling and waved a paramedic over. The medical staff cleaned out the cut painfully, bandaged it up, and gave me a few pills that were supposed to make me replenish the blood I'd lost.

I looked around at the room to see the others being tended to by medics. Canada had bandages stretched around his head and across his forehead. All three of The Bad Touch Trio had patches on their faces in different places. Belgium and Luxembourg barely had a scratch although I'd seen both of them beating the crap out of men. Russia, China, and England also didn't seem to be hurt much.

Netherlands seemed to have fared the worst though. She was seriously injured. I could see blood dripping off her hair as she was being laid down on the table. It looked like they were about to preform ghetto surgery on her. Her dress had been cut off her leaving boxer shorts, a sports bra, and the bandages they were currently wrapping around her torso. Her ribs looked to be broken and I saw bruises already forming on her arms and legs.

They brought out scalpels and other surgical materials.

Yeah, ghetto surgery.

But on what?

"What happened to her?" I asked to Belgium, who probably knew the most about what happened.

"Since they came after her for money, and she didn't pay, it looks like they tried to kill her. Her death was of a higher priority than ours." She said as she sipped water. She winced as she looked up at the doctors cutting into Netherlands' face. "One of her ribs were broken, she has multiple flesh wounds. But her eye is the most troubling. She got hit with the butt of a gun in her right eye. The blue one. She'll either see completely fine, or need a fake eye." She was sad as she spoke and drank.

I drew in a breath and saw them finish up the quick surgery and brought bandages over her right eye.

To my surprise, she lifted herself off the table and into the wheelchair the medics provided. A doctor bent down to talk to her.

She nodded and waved him off.

While she pushed herself forward she looked at the rest of the room.

"Family meeting in my room." She called. The rest of the room heard and followed her one at a time down the hall.

I walked alongside France.

"You were extremely protective of her." I stated to him.

"So were you." He answered, not looking at me.

"It's natural for me." We said after a while, in unison.

We walked into a room that everyone had filed into and saw everyone sitting on something or standing around the bed. I leaned against the wall and checked to see if any police were following us. I closed the door and looked at the room.

"Well then." Netherlands said with one wide eye. "This was one Christmas." She sighed and everybody broke out in laughter. Everyone except France, Spain, and Netherlands' little siblings.

"How can you joke about such serious things? You need to have someone stay with you so you don't injure yourself." Luxembourg burst out.

"Lux, you know that I can take care of myself." She seemed actually angry. "I did it before, with three children at my feet." She was almost seething at this point. "You should know that I can take care of my self more than anyone."

"I'm still worried about you." He fought back with his words. "Bel is too!"

"You two need to calm down. It's been a long day. We're all worked up." I said and they both looked at me in surprise.

Then, since the universe hates me, I broke out into a coughing fit.

After I swallowed the blood, I downed two of my pills.

"Luxembourg is right though, you either need to stay with someone or have someone stay with you." I said as I wiped my mouth with my sleeve.

"If I need to stay with someone, then you have to also." She countered.

She was right. I had cuts and bruises and most likely fractures. I also needed to stay with someone. But that was already solved, Canada and I shared a penthouse.

"I already am. Canada is my room mate." She glared at me and I stared back at her, smug.

Just then, my heart skipped a beat and I felt sick.

But in a good way.

"Fine." She looked at the rest of the people. "They want all of us to report to the hospital as soon as circumstance permits. Mainly America, Canada, and me." She sighed and rubbed her uncovered, amber eye. They would like us to come with them immediately, but since we were in the middle of Christmas, they won't keep us from our party."

She looked up at the rest of us again and turned up her head. She laughed and it flooded the rest of the room.

"We aren't going to the hospital!" Canada said loudly.

My dream where he killed me flashed in my mind's eye.

I quickly shoved it back and looked back around the room.

"Alright, where are you going to stay?" France asked from the bed.

"She could stay with me." Spain suggested.

"No." Russia said for her.

"My house is huge." England stated. I looked at him like he was in insane.

"Well then," Netherlands sighed. "Could I stay with you guys?" She asked Canada and me. I was about to turn her down when Canada beat me to the punch.

"Alright. I think that'll be fine."

YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO TURN HER DOWN IDIOT! ! ! ! ! ! ! !