[3 weeks later]

'This is bull shit.' I snarled, slamming my hand down on my poor excuse of an oven, it hadn't worked yet again so I was not having dinner, yet again.

I really hadn't thought through this "Go away for a while" plan, I feel like a corpse. No money, no food, no bloody friends.

I'm an idiot and I need to grow up, running away was never the best plan all that's been accomplished is I'm in a bad mood and my stomach has been hurting for days now, something tells me that the abortion pill went wrong and now I'm paying for it with all this pain.

I should never have took the damn pill, I should never have been so stupid, drowning in self pity is not the best way to solve my problems, but running away is the only way I know how.

I feel like the same selfish bitch I've always been, my best friend is getting married and having a baby and I'm to busy bathing in my self pity like its holy water.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and switched it on for a minute, for the entire three weeks I've had my phone off and only putting on for five minutes every two days, just to see if something bad or important has happened and I can't miss it.

According to Rachel's text she sent my second day here, no one's mad at me for going but they're slightly pissed for not telling anyone where and for how long, she also said if I'm not back by April she will never forgive me.

That gives me one more week... Well... 4 days but I haven't exactly done what I wanted to while I was here, as stupid as it sounds I wanted to find myself again.

I lost the most important things to me, my carreer, my love life, and my dreams.

That tends to be a rip of the tits to be honest that I lost all of that so soon.

'I think I've had long enough for a break, considering all I did was sit here all day and night in this run down hotel, eating next to nothing except swallowing mouthful after mouthful of my own damn tears.' I snarled.

The only benefit is... I've probably lost a stone being here.

I guess... I should be taking the next train out of here and home.

But, what on earth would I be going back to? My family live all the way up in Scotland, my friends are all moving in with their countries, even I know Ashleigh will have flown and left me soon, all my other friends are in America, I have no job and most likely no possibility of getting a job in the next few months since I'm a college drop out who never went to damn university since I was planning on going NEXT FREAKING YEAR!

I'm ruined.

I really am alone, afraid and unloved.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my hand, shocking me, although I wasn't not expecting, I was kind of hoping for a text in the last two days and my phone takes like 5 minutes to connect to a network after being switched on it the first place.

I looked down at the screen and instantly dropped the phone as my heart practically burst.

'No.' I snarled. 'Not now, you stupid, egotistical bastard!'

America. He had sent me a message, although what it was I didn't know since I dropped my device as soon as I saw his ridiculous name.

Alfred Fucking Jones.

'Should I look?' I gulped. 'Should I bother caring? If I care to much I'm afraid I might get sad again.'

I should at least read the message, it's not like he's right in front of me, staring at me with his big blue eyes as he smirked his oblivious smile, not even knowing what he's done to me.

'Bastard.' I spluttered as stupid tears ran down my eyes, they weren't even salty anymore, I'd cried so much it was just tiny amounts of normal tasting liquid.

I sunk down to my knees, scooping the phone up, deciding then if he said something stupid I was going to America to rip his balls off but if it was some sort of apology I would go to America and shoot him.. In the balls... Twice.

Bastard.

I took a deep breath as I opened the message and read the long, emotional text.

I'm joking, like Alfred, the text made me mad and the thought of going to America to and hurting him was tempting.

The text went: Hi.

Hi? Is that all? I don't see him for over a month, I tell him I'm having his child and he tells me he's engaged to some psycho who wanted to marry her own damn brother (Russia, da?) and he says HI?!

That's it!

I grabbed my phone and called a number I think I should have just called in the begining since he was the damn man who started this entire thing.

I waited for several seconds until a thick british english came down the reciever.

'Good evening?'

'Oi, you said you'd owe me one favour for introducing you to Rachel,' I immediately got to the point, punching the nail on it's head (if that's how the saying goes) 'Are you busy?'

'No, I just finished a meeting with David Cameron and am heading home... What's the favour?'

'Can you come pick me up?'

'Now?'

'Whenever you're ready.' I growled.

'You sound mad...'

'I am.'

'I'll be right there, just let me tell my mistress and I'll be straight there.'

'Good thank you.' I exhaled. 'You're a good guy, Arthur.'

'I know, I'm one of the best, I'm British!'

I hung up instantly without another word and headed to my bedroom where I scooped up the tiny amount of clothes I bought while being here before my phone started buzzing again.

I held it to my ear. 'Hello?'

'Where actually are you?'

*** 5 hours later. ***

'Explain it to me again.' Rachel gawped. 'You're going to do what?'

'I've told you four times.' I blushed as I held my best friend tightly in my arms, we'd been sat like this for the last 2 hours when Arthur landed his big old helicopter outside the motel I'd been staying. I'll admit it felt good to see the two of them again.

Even if the first thing Rachel did was smack me across my right cheek.

She wasn't mad at me for going, she was angry for me spoiling her date night... Little did Arthur know when he got home that Rachel was all prettied up and wanting to go see a movie with him, I'm just thankful Rachel is the least selfish person in this world and jumped on the helicopter with him to come and get me.

'Well... Tell me just one more time, actually, let me get my phone out so I can record it...'

I growled playfully at my best friend as she actually reached into her bra through her dress and pulled out her mobile, she fiddled with it for a second before pointing it right at my face and giggling. 'What are you going to do, Payton?'

'I'm going to... go to America... and tell Alfred that... I love him and I want to be with him.'

Rachel gasped. 'Seriously Arthur, are you hearing this?'

Arthur who was sat next to Rachel with the pilot beside him, laughed. 'I'm not sure, I think I may be having a bad day.'

'Funny guys, now enough of me, I've caused enough trouble. We must move on to much more pressing matters... THE BEACH?! WHY THE HELL DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED AT THE BEACH?!'

'It's romantic.' Rachel smiled.

'Having sand in your pants and a sea full of piss in front of you is not romantic.' I laughed. 'You weirdo.'

'Don't call me weird, it's what juniour wants! I just know it!' She squealed. 'He wants to see the beach, I just know he'll be a little water baby, he-'

'Dude... Have you already had the kid and is he called Peter Kirkland... The oh-so-loveable Sealand.'

'What?! No! It's just a... coincidence?'

England chuckled but soon turned to the pilot and the two shared a few words before he tapped Rachel on the shoulder and whispered something into her ear.

She turned to me then and smiled. '20 minutes till we arrive in Britain.'

'Awesome!'

Just having Rachel on my lap made me feel a lot better than I had for this past month, just knowing she's here and-

Oh... My stomach suddenly really hurts.

Anyway, she's here and will always be here, for me, for Ashleigh and Charlotte, for all of us, we all look out for each other and-

Oh god, I feel ill, this stomach ache came fast.

God damn it!

'Rachel.' I gulped. 'I think I'm going to be sick.'

This stomach bug I've had since taking the pill is really starting to get on my nerves, it's just gods way for saying "Ay oh! You gave up your dream, you knob" well... I don't think he'd say it quite like that but yeah-

'Oh christ!' I hissed as I cutting pain suddenly ripped through my side. 'I'm having a fucking stomach attack! Who knows mouth to belly button?!'

Rachel turned to me in disgust as she scooted off my lap, handing me a sick bowl from beneath our seat where apperently a medical kit was kept.

Lucky.

I moved in the seat into a move comfortable position as blood finally flowed to my legs thank to Rachel's moving and tried to ignore the throbbing pain in my stomach.

God... You're an arsehole!

'Payton... We're getting married April 15th... Please don't go anyway until a few weeks after that.' Rachel suddenly blurted.

I turned to my best friend and nodded my head swiftly. 'Of course, I'll be here.'

'Also... America is the best man... You're the maid of honour with Ashleigh.'

'Two maids of honour? Is that allowed?'

'I don't care it's my wedding!' She snarled.

Damn, hormones are kicking in already are they?

For the next half hour, we sat in silence, I had turned by then to face out the window, clutching my poor stomach as it continued to make me wince in pain.

The only thing I wanted was... Alfred.

Deciding to tell him I love him was a quick decision, one I decided as soon as I saw Rachel and Arthur five hours ago, him with his arms around her waist, kissing her neck just before I got there.

It made me jealous, jealous that I didn't have a love like that, but... I could. If I told oblivious Alfred my feelings, maybe something could come of it, he could tell me to get over it since he loves Belarus and I can fall in love with a normal boy, no famous arseholes who knock you up and a month later send you the text "Hi" god damn it, I'm suck a fool.

Loving a boy like him? A child, no less, we may be the same age but I already grew up, before I met him I was already settled down with a good career and shit.

Now... Look at me.

Pathetic really.

But... I still... love him.

'Idiot.'

[Ashleigh's POV]

'So that's the dresses and the catering service done.' I smiled. 'It's been hard but I battled you, you dreadful list!'

I screwed up the piece of paper in my fingers and threw it into the burning fire next to me, I smiled as I rested comfortably in Matts living room, everything was so pretty and simple, yet so divine and almost antique and old fashioned like.

A fireplace, photoframes on the wall, large gold sofa's.

I'm in heaven.

'Have you finished?' Matt asked, right on que.

'Yeah, I just got in touch with the catering place down the road, asked if they could make typically british food, but give it the taste of french so the guests don't go home feeling ill, and if they were free for the wedding, the kind man said he'll make it a three course meal, no extra cost. That's amazing since Rachel's dad is hellbent on paying for the entire thing.'

'I think it's nice, I think the father of the bride and groom are the ones who should pay for the entire wedding, because it's like a blessing thing you know, blessing their child and rewarding the other person on being able to handle their child.' Matt smiled.

'That's very humble of you.' I smiled. 'Who would pay for your wedding then? Since you only have brothers.'

'France would be the one but... I don't want him to, I think he'd ruin my wedding, buy strippers or something.'

'Sounds just like him... How is he?'

'Bit weird, I went to him yesterday and he was crying and moaning about killing his only child...'

'He had sex with a female.'

Matt blushed. 'Thats what I said, though I don't think he heard me. Thank god, he would've been on my back about it for hours.'

I giggled as Matt sat beside me on the couch and I leaned into his body.

After a few minutes of silent I let out a sigh of happiness. 'I like being with you, Matt, you're such a lovely guy, I can't believe that you don't hang around with the other countries.'

'I can't believe you can still see me.' He whispered.

'What do you mean?'

'Well... Everyone knows who I am. But they forget, I'll introduce myself and find that I like the person I talk to and will try to talk to them again but they'll either ignore me or be like "who are you again" after a while I just gave up trying. I was a ghost for so long, Ashleigh, my own brothers didn't even know who I was at first glance for years... It's gotten better since I met you, Alfred calls around a lot more and talks to me about you and the girls.'

I turned over till I sat comfortably on Matts lap, facing him entirely, our chests pressing against each other, heart against heart.

'I guess... Ashleigh... I have to thank you. For not only being the most important person in my life but... For bringing my family back to me... I hope that you never forget me, because if you did, I don't think I could live with being invisible anymore.'

I blushed as I felt his heart beat fast against me, whilst mine skipped and double thumped like a mad thing.

'I... love you, Matt.'

'I love you too, Ashleigh.' He smirked and leaned forward, capturing his soft, sweet lips in mine.

The same old maple syrup taste and the same big arms wrapped around my tiny waist. Same old, Matt. Yet my body's still a mess against his touch.

After a few minutes he pulled away and I blinked back in shock as a saw a single tear trickle down his left cheek. I reached up a hand and caught the tear on my ring finger before staring deep into his eyes.

'Promise me, Ashleigh.' He whimpered. 'Promise me that you'll never leave me, you'll be with my until the end of time, I could never find someone better that you.'

'I should be saying all this to you.' I blushed as tears began to fall down my own eyes, I pressed forward against and kissed him hard and passionatly.

I loved him.

More than everything.

It's perfect.

We're perfect.

Life couldn't get any better.