Aki: Hey guy! First and foremost, I have to say sorry! This has literary been sitting half done for a few months now, but I was hit with such a terrible case of writer's block that even my original stuff suffered. But I promised I would finish this, and so I shall! ONTO THE CHAPTER!

Chapter 20:

Amelia woke up some time later to humming and someone playing in her hair. After their little kinda argument, and the surprise of the babies moving, she had felt drained. Russia had noticed despite his full attention being on her bloated belly, and hearded her over to the bed. 'When did I fall asleep?' She thought, before reaching up to grab the hand in her hair. "Quit it." She mumbled, blinking as the late afternoon sun hit her face.

"Доброе утро*!" He said suddenly sitting up. "I'm glad you're awake, we should really get ready."

"Wha?" She asked looking up at him. "Ready for what?" She tried sitting up, and when she couldn't quite make it, Russia placed an arm around her shoulders and lifted her up.

"For our flight." He said simply, getting off the bed after she was settled upright. It was then that she noticed the pair of suitcases sitting by the door.

"What? Why do we need to fly anywhere?" She asked, rubbing her temple.

Ivan stopped getting the last of their little trinkets together to go back to her side and ask, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, geez, stop smothering me." She told him. "Why do we need to fly anywhere?" She asked again watching as he resumed packing their things.

"We are going on our honeymoon." He told her while stepping into the bathroom to gather their toiletries.

"Honeymoon? To where?" She asked as she tried to get up to follow him. She had to admit that a small kernel of excitement was beginning to grow, if only to herself.

"It's a surprise!" He said, emerging from the bathroom as she finally stood up.

"A surprise...?" She asked with a small smile, but the shook her head and began to scowl. "Wait, when is this flight? And to where?" She asked shuffling after him.

"We have three hours, but do not worry." He told her. "Your bosses wife got you a whole new wardrobe, and anything you need but don't have I will get it for you."

"What? How long was I asleep?" She asked trying to follow him as he continued to walk around the room, double checking everything to make sure he had packed everything.

"Not long. But you are a very heavy sleeper." He said as he finally decided that he had everything they would need packed. "Come, let's be off before it gets too late."

Amelia didn't have a chance to protest before he had their bags in his hands and was walking out of the door. "Hey, wait a minute!" She called after him as she waddled out of the door. He stopped and waited for her to catch up to him before he started walking again, this time shortening his strides so that she could keep up with him.

"Where are we going anyway?" She asked again, a little breathless as they finally reached the front door.

"It's a surprise!" He repeated. "Look the car's here already."

"Surprise my foot." She muttered under her breath, not as excited as she was a few minutes ago. She felt like she had to be at least a little upset by everything still. She watched as he put the bags into the trunk of the car, and snorted. "Probably going to your place or something."

Ivan froze for a second to look up at her with wide eyes, before looking back at the bags he was trying to arrange in the trunk with a pout. "Как вы узнали?" he asked her softly.

"What?"

"That...was terrible." America muttered as she stepped off the plane. Ivan was right next to her, with one hand around her shoulders and the other holding her hand, trying to steady her.

"Come now, you only vomited once, when the seat belt light came on." Russia told her with a smile that was meant to be comforting while he began rubbing her back gently.

"Oh, shut up, it's all your fault anyway! You're the one who said we have to get ready! I didn't even get to pack my own stuff!" Her voice was raising a little now causing people surrounding them to send the two of them strange looks before whispering about them in Russian. 'Stupid Commie asshole! Just when I thought, 'Oh you can do this Amelia!' He goes and makes me jump on a plane when I'm half asleep and carts me all the way off to his place!' She thought silently fuming.

"Yes, I suppose it is my fault." He said as he began to lead he out of the airport. "But now we should just make the best of this situation, da?"

"I'll make the best out of your situation." America muttered as she let herself be led outside.

"You know. That doesn't-."

"I know it doesn't make sense." She said before he finished his statement. She sighed and said, "can we just go home, please."

He paused and looked at her with a smile. She noticed the silence and looked back at him. She started blushing when she realized what she said. "Well, we're married now right? It's my place now too, and everything, so...whatever!" She said looking around. Then she noticed Estonia standing not far away from a parked car.

"Oh good, Estonia got my message." Russia said. "Come Amelia, don't worry about our bags, I saw Latvia earlier and told him to get them for us."

"They still listen to you?" She asked following the bigger man to the car.

"Most of the time, yes." He said stepping up to the car.

"After everything I've done for that stupid idiot of a girl, she goes and-!"

"Welcome back England."

Arthur jumped back with a hand on his chest and looked around for the source of the voice. He looked towards his living room and saw Belarus sitting in his favorite armchair.

"What the devil are you doing here?" He asked after getting his second wind. "And how'd yyou get into my house?"

"I am here because of this." She said throwing one of America's newspapers at him. He caught it and saw there was a large picture of America and Russia on the front, decked out in their wedding clothes.

"Now you listen here-"

"I want your help to break them apart." She said quickly. When he just stared at her, she rolled her eyes and said, "If I do it the way I really want to, I would be bringing war upon me and my people. And I may need assistance to get them away from each other. No one else will help me, and you are the only person who would be willing to help me. You will not have to do much, just show up when I tell you to, and you will have your precious little America back."

She looked at him as he frowned and gave her own frown when he asked, "You just want her away from your brother? You're not going to kill her or anything, are you?"

"Не, I won't kill her." She said standing.

Not trusting his voice, England simply nodded. "добра." She walked past him and said, "Expect my call in a week. We'll discus our plans then."

He waited until he heard the door shut before going to the armchair Belarus was occupying and sitting with a heavy sigh. "What the bloody fuck did I just agree to."

Aki: Ohhh England and Belarus are pairing up! I can't wait to see what my mind churns out next, guess we'll all have to wait and see! XD Also, sorry it's so short. It's like once I see I've typed at least three pages worth of anything, my brain goes, 'well that's enough of that!' and stops producing ideas.

Translations!

добра- Good

Не- No (These are actually Belarusian, not Russian!)

Как вы узнали- How did you know

Доброе утро- Good Morning