Luckily, the gun jammed. Matthew took that chance to grab the gun and yank it away. Amelia had tears going down her face, numb as she watched Matthew rush out of the bathroom and rush back. Her eyes had a glassy look in her eyes as she watched him. Matthew rushed to her side and immediately looked at her scars, noticing a ton more than the last time he saw them. He shook his head before lifting his sister out of the tub.

This was the first time the nations saw the word 'HERO' on Amelia's thigh, still bleeding quite heavily. Matthew just kept his sister's head tucked away from the viewing.

Matthew gasped at the word and quickly embraced his younger sister. He started to whisper in her ear. The words echoed throughout the memory.

"You're alright," Matthew whispered, "I've got you. You're gonna be fine."

He just kept repeating similar phrases. Amelia just looked up at her brother with unfocused eyes. It took about five minutes before Amelia spoke.

"Why couldn't you just let me die?" she asked with a raspy voice.

"What?" Matthew questioned incredulously.

"It would've worked this time."

Matthew hugged her tighter when she said that, ending the scene.

The next scene started with Amelia and her brother in her room. She was sitting up on the bed, leaning against the light blue wall, she was still in her underwear, leg bleeding. Matthew was sitting on the edge, staring at his sister, who no longer had that glassy look, but her eyes seemed dead to the world. He seemed to be trying to bandage her leg, but she kept pulling away.

"Don't make me use magic," Matthew had finally reached his breaking point, "I know you hate magic."

After a few moments of silence and Amelia glaring daggers at her brother, 'HERO' was finally getting wrapped.

The scene shifted to show Amelia fully dressed and Matthew ready to force his twin to talk. He sat her down on the edge of her bed and grabbed the chair at the desk. He sat so they were facing each other.

"What about my kids?" was the first thing out of Amelia's mouth.

"I told them the gunshot was a misfire," Matthew told her softly. "that you were handling it and it just went off."

"How are you keeping them from barging in?"

"I told them I have to talk to you about nation stuff. They surprisingly find that boring."

Amelia let out a snort before looking at her lap, "I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? This isn't your fault."

"How can you say that?! I'm a mess! This is entirely my fault!"

"Ames, calm down. You can't control your thoughts."

Amelia just slid back and curled up on her bed, shutting Matthew out, effectively ending the scene. The next scene had Alfred standing in front of Eisenhower.

"You better have a plan to protect those little children," she said in such a threatening tone.

"I do," Eisenhower told her, "U.S. Federal Marshalls will escort them to and from school."

The scene shifted to show Alfred watching this little black girl on his television. His eyes shined with pride. The scene was quick, but it left a huge impact.

The next scene quickly started with Alfred rushing up to the newly inaugurated president. He was on the tall side of the height spectrum. Alfred outstretched his hand, waiting for President John Fitzgerald "Jack" Kennedy to take it. Kennedy smiled lightly and shook his hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, America," he stated.

"No," Alfred said, "the pleasure's all mine."

"I miss him," Amelia reminisced.

"He was a good man," Arthur commented.

Before more could be said, the memory spun into a new one. Alfred was watching the President in the car in front of him, when multiple gunshots rang out. He watched as his president slumped, how Jackie Kennedy was in shock, how pink suit stained with blood.

The next memory was at the funeral. Alfred stood next to Jackie, who wore her pink, bloodstained suit.

The next scene was Amelia watching a speech on her television. Martin Luther King Jr. was talking about something the nations couldn't hear, but Amelia was enthralled.

The door appeared for a break and Amelia rushed through the door, running to her room, but her door was locked. She tried Matthew's, locked. She tried everyone's room, all locked. Whilst all the nations filed into the sitting room, they saw her trying on the last door before giving up. She plopped down in her seat that she claimed and sighed heavily.

"Why did Na'á want us in here?" she asked suspiciously.

"Because," Saiska popped up, "I wanted to tell you something."

Amelia and Matthew rushed up to their mother and hugged her. Once they let go, however, Saiska got a serious look on her face.

"There will be memories coming up that you might not exactly remember."

"What do you mean?" Amelia asked.

"I can't exactly say much, but I can say that three nations know what is coming up."

"What?! And I don't even know what's coming up!"

"I'm sorry, Ksikkihkíni. Also, talk more about how you feel."

"I refuse!"

But Saiska was already gone and her words fell on deaf ears. She turned on her heel and turned to the nations.

"What do ya'll know that I don't?" she asked, her eyes glaring daggers at the nations, trying to will her pistol into existence.

"Amelia," Matthew grabbed her arm, "I don't think they know what she was talking about, I know I don't."

Amelia grumbled and sat back down, "I hate everything."

"Cheer up," Toris told her, "We're close to the end."

"Hah, I wish," she said quietly.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!"

She flashed her teeth in a grin that was obviously fake.

"Why did we need a break again?" Amelia asked no one in particular.

"So you mother could tell us that some of us know something you don't," Iona told her, "Do you want to continue?"

"I want to take a nap."