A/N: Yo.

I would like to thank everyone in the United States, Netherlands, Canada, Singapore, Russian Federation, India, Sweden, United Kingdom, Germany, Spain, Iceland, Philippines, Australia, Finland, Ecuador, Japan, and Indonesia for reading this.

Yeah. My power is spreading across the globe.

Anyway. I was listening to stuff on youtube the other day, and I came across this video:

www . youtube . com/watch?v=QMzmI2mGtMw

And if it doesn't work, it's called: [APH] Little Lion Man [Romano]. It's by EscapismStudios. Look it up. I used this song for the relationship between Netherlands and Romano.

And yes, that comment about writing a fanfic on Fem!Netherlands is mine.

Lastly. I screwed up last chapter. Egypt's name is Gupta Muhammad Hassan. I feel stupid. Well, I'm off to change his name.

Finally, I'm learning the Nations of The World song, from the Animainiacs. I've got it all memorized up to Asia.

I sat at the window. It was in coach, and America was sitting on my other side. I watched the black ocean far underneath the plane. One hour had passed, and seven were still left.

We'd left at midnight, there was an eight hour flight between them, and they were four time zones between them.

We should get there by four in the morning.

"I hate jet lag." I murmured and hit my head on the window softly. I watched the moving ocean and unfocused my eyes. I'd slept long enough earlier, that I wasn't tired.

The pilot came over the intercom. I could barely make out his voice, but I figure out that I could use electrical devices.

I pulled out my laptop, careful not to wake the sleeping kitten.

I typed in and pulled up messenger. I looked over it and saw that Poland was online. We didn't actually talk, but we were good friends, via world meetings. He gave good advice too.

"Hey Poland." I typed and waited for him to answer.

"OMG! Hiya Netherlands! What's going down?" I read off the screen. There were random extra letters at the end of words, but I interpreted it into actual English.

"Uh, I've got a boyfriend now. Scotland doesn't mind if I date someone else." I said and opened Youtube. I plugged my headphones in and clicked on a video before going back to look at what Poland said.

"OMG! ! ! ! I can't believe it! That's so incredibly amazing! ! !" I rolled my eyes and a second message popped up. "But, I have to, like, ask. Who is this totally lucky man?"

"Norway." I said and glared at the screen.

"Wow. That's, like, gag-me-with-a-spoon." I blinked a few times and inwardly grinned about being able to understand what he meant.

"Thanks so much Feliks. That really helps." I glanced back over at who was online. Cyprus was, but she's no help. And I'd only get her depressed by talking about men.

Russia. But he's a bit insane.

And Hungary. No dating skills at all.

"I'm just kidding, like, oh my god, I can't believe you, like, thought I was, like, serious." Poland said. I shook my head and started to get a headache.

"Sorry Poland, I need to go." I said and logged off before he could do anything. I turned off the computer and tucked it back into my bag.

I also pulled out the pills in my bag, so I wouldn't loose my sight. I took one and closed my eyes to try to go to sleep. I ordered my brain to shut down and my head fell sideways, onto America's shoulder.

I sat back in the couch. A small Luxembourg slept in my lap. I glanced out the window and saw that it was steadily getting cloudier and darker. I slowly put Luxembourg in his bed. I closed the door and locked it so I could walk outside to see the clouds. I glanced around for my coat once I got into the back door. I picked it up and tried to slip out, but Spain's voice interrupted my mind.

"-Welcome to mi casa. I'd like you to meet Netherlands and Ecuador, if you will." He met gazes with me and shook his head slightly, to tell me not to leave. I took my coat back off and hung it on the hooks. It really belonged to Peru, but he let me use it. "ECUADOR!" Spain shouted through the house, and as a consequence, I heard Luxembourg all but start crying.

"Yes?" Ecuador walked out of the kitchen, Mexico on his hip. "Would you like we to wash the clothing?" That was a job Spain had him do all to often, and since there were so many people living in the house, it took him hours.

"No. I'd like you to meet my big sister, Portugal." A woman, at least 25, walked in. She had light brown eyes and brown hair to match the color of Spain's. It fell over one shoulder, with a white ribbon tied in one random strand. She wore a long red skirt and a white tank-top with a red coat over it.

"Olá." She bent down to talk to me. "Peço desculpa, mas, could you take my coat?" I understood what she said for the most part, and was relieved when she spoke English. I nodded and took the coat to carry it to the door. I hung it and hurried back. I didn't want to be this obedient, but there was the possibility Spain would hurt one of the kids. I followed behind Ecuador, who was behind Portugal.

"I'll take Mexico for you." I mumbled and took the small, half-asleep child. I rested his head on my shoulder and caught up with the two Hispanic nations, talking in rapid Spanish and Portuguese. I couldn't understand either of them, because I had only just started to learn Spanish.

"Ecuador, could you go get some wine for our fine guest?" Spain asked, feigning politeness. He normally would have shouted "Oi! Get me the booze!" but, he was being extremely respectful of his older sister. I sat down across from her, on the opposite couch couch of Spain. "Netherlands, could you get our dearest Italy?" He asked, giving me a cracked smile, indicating if I didn't, we'd both get punished. I nodded and headed upstairs, dropping off Mexico with Bolivia. I knocked on the door, and the thunder suddenly was incredibly loud. I shivered a bit and looked outside, where it was pouring rain. I cracked open the door and looked around the room. He wasn't there, and neither was his coat. He was out in the storm. I nearly flew down the steps and snatched Peru's coat out of his hands. I tugged it on and sprinted across the open field. I saw his small figure standing in the center.

"Romano!" I shouted, still running, my maid's dress flying out behind me. I saw him turn before a huge flash of light and the loudest sound you've ever imagined rang through the field.

That was lightning.

I ran over to him and kneeled down, tears pouring from my eyes. He was lying, dead, in the grass. The clothing on his back was charred and gone in most places. I pulled him to my chest and felt his chest expand.

"I guess that counts as suicide." He murmured into my chest.

I made no noise while I woke. I only opened my eyes. I looked around to see Cyprus a few seats in front of me. She was sleeping. Egypt sat next to her, Anubis in the seat on the other side of him, because they bribed the flight attendant. Canada sat two seats behind us. I rubbed my eyes and looked over at America. He was reading, without his glasses.

He glanced up at me, as if to ask "what's wrong?"

I shook my head and pulled out my own book and started to read. My mind wandered while I read.

First, I thought about my two siblings. What was happening with them? Did they get to America alright? Were they on good terms with each other?

Then, I thought about Portugal and Spain. Remembering Portugal brought worse memories than Spain. She bossed him around, sending Spain into a rampage when she left. Would she piss Spain off again? I don't think that I'd be able to take that.

It next landed on Cyprus. Her joyful face when she got her tattoo. "Now, my eyes stand out just as much as yours!" She said. "If we're together, then no one with think anything of it." She was so happy about it, and now that her face has matured, she looks far more beautiful with it than without.

Then Norway. He was an interesting matter. I was dating him only to spite Scotland, but it wasn't working. He was a good boyfriend, a good kisser, and most likely a good lay. I had some type of attraction to him, but it was hard to discern.

Scotland. My future husband. He'd acted as an older brother of some sort, until he was forced to propose. Ironic, really. Propose, and then fall in love.

Finally, America.

I don't know what to think about him.

He's the only one besides Cyprus who can hold my gaze. He's the only one that's seen me cry, besides Romano and Belgium. He's the only one to know about my ex-husband, and the child I gave birth to.

He's the only one I trust.

"Hey, are you alright?" I heard America say quietly.

"Yeah, it's nothing." I muttered back. "How much time left?"

"We're descending. It'll only be about 15 minutes." He had to lean down to whisper in my ear, so I could hear him. "You were having a bad dream earlier, weren't you?" I nodded silently. "Your family?"

"A different kind than you know." I sighed and left it at that.

We did actually land in 15 minutes, which was surprising. The turbulence woke nearly all of the passengers.

America was the one to take my bags, because I couldn't reach them. I took them from his arms and walked off the plane.

Of course, we had to split up once we were out of the airport and go "our separate ways" which was really taking random routes to a café only a few blocks from the airport. I got texts from each of them, saying what to do.

I was to walk away and be the first to the café. And that's what I did.

I slumped into a chair on the patio of the café. It was cloudy and cold, but I couldn't see my breath, like I could in London.

I pulled Alta out of her pet carrier and Twelve out of the bag and set them on the table. I watched them play for a while until Canada fell into the seat across from me.

"Hi." I said and put the two animals back in the carrier, which was big enough for another two of them. "America is right after me."

"I see that." I said and nodded to America, who was approaching us, Cyprus behind him. I stood up, grabbing my things. "What next?"

"We hail a taxi." He said and Cyprus caught up. "We can't really grab anything to eat since it's 4:30 in the morning." He gestured at the sky, and the pitch black of it.

I nodded.

"Where's your house?" I asked and rubbed the tired from my eyes. I grabbed a pill from my bag and swallowed it dry. Which is painful.

"I'll tell the driver where it is. It's a far way off, so there's no use in walking." He said as we were all walking. Cyprus and Canada were talking amongst themselves.

"Are you OK with me dating Norway?" I asked so quietly, the two behind us wouldn't hear. He looked down at me seriously.

"No, of course not. But you want to date him, so go ahead." He smiled and tried to look as normal as possible.

"I know Norway did the damage to your back. Your afraid he's going to do the same to me." I said. I didn't have to ask, I knew as soon as his back went strait about his wounds. "He's actually very nice, just strange."

"Well, I have every right to be concerned for you safety, don't I?" He asked, a bit louder. "What's to say he won't go postal on you like he did me?" He was dead serious. He stared me down until I had to look away, which was only a few seconds.

"It's his word that he won't kill me. But since he's not quite all human, I don't think any of us can trust him." I muttered and watched America hail a taxi. "This conversation is over for now, alright?"

"Right." He said and climbed into the SUV. I did the same, followed by Cyprus and Canada. "6035, Sherwood Road." America told the cab driver and we rode off.

It was a long, and agonizingly quiet ride. I stared at the line on the road as we passed. I found it odd that the driver was on the wrong side of the road, until I remembered that it was backwards in America.

We arrived at the huge mansion in 40 minutes, we all paid the driver, and started to walk up the path.

"Joe!" America walked over to the midnight groundskeeper. "Nice to see you again! And the guys are doing well with the garden." He ran his hand along the hedge separating him from the man. "See you later."

We walked with him into the house. The front hall was amazingly huge, with a staircase that split into two. It looked like the the front hall of that castle in that Disney movie, Beauty and the Beast, just less castle-y.

There was a huge, crystal chandelier hanging above it all.

Now that I think about it, it did look really old on the outside.

"America, was this once a castle?" Cyprus took the words right out of my mouth.

"No, it's just designed like one. It has heating and air conditioning." He said and started to walk up the steps. "Pick a room, I don't care. As long as it's not occupied, you can have it." He said and suddenly looked tired. "Please don't wake up any of the employees."

Of course, we all ran from there.

I ran up the right stairs and the other two took the left. I didn't have to stop to breath for such a long time, because of football. Yet again, soccer in American.

I tried a few rooms, but none of them looked good enough, until I got to the fifth and final level. Nearly none of the rooms had anyone in them.

I burst into a medium sized room and dropped my things to the ground. I opened the pet carrier and set Cameo on the bedside table before falling into the sheets with an audible "poof" of the bed.

Reluctantly, I lifted myself up and started unpacking. I put my clothes in the wardrobe and stripped down to my underwear and bra to crawl into the bed. I also removed my weapons and set them all in the drawers by the bed. I smirked and found that the police didn't confiscate the military assault rifle I got from Switzerland.

And as soon as I got comfortable in the wonderfully soft covers, my phone started ringing with America's ringtone.

"You got your hot crowd, shoes on your feet, and you wear them around like it ain't shit. But you don't know the way that you look when your steps make. That. Much. Noise. . . Sh!" I opened it and looked at what America had sent.

"Come back down after you're done unpacking. Since it's my house I have some stuff to ask you guys."

I shook my head silently. And started to type.

"I hope you know, I'm not going to wear pants." I clicked send and pulled on a t-shirt that I took from America. It was hilarious, the face that America made when I wore it first. "This is my stimulus package." is what it said.

The phone rang again. I looked at it. It was from Canada.

"Well, I won't be wearing a shirt."

Of course, this was a group text.

I headed out of the room, taking one of the white guns, for safety. I slipped on my combat boots and walked down the hall. I passed a square hole in the wall.

A dumbwaiter.

I grinned uncontrollably and climbed inside. I grabbed the ropes and lowered myself down slowly, progressively going faster until I reached the bottom floor.

My boots fell heavily on the hardwood as I walked up to Canada and America.

"You used the dumbwaiter?" Canada asked as I walked up.

"Well, I'm lazy." I muttered and watched Cyprus walk up. She was wearing a skirt and button up shirt with frills running down the front.

"What did you want, America? You interrupted my preparation for the day." I saw that she had mascara on her eyelashes.

Not that she needed it. The damn tattoo brought enough attention to her eyes as it is.

"Katie, my head maid, wants me to set up a few rules." He sighed and rubbed his temples. "I don't want to treat my friends like children, but apparently Katie does." He leaned back on a chair and glance out a window. "OK, I'm going to have to ask you not to destroy anything. Don't make to much noise at night, don't drink things right out of the container from the fridge, and please don't use the dumbwaiter like that Netherlands. It ruins it." He looked at me for the last "rule."

It was more like a guideline anyway.

"OK, I think I can do most of those." I said and walked back to the dumbwaiter. "But I will need to use the dumbwaiter." I climbed in ad started to pull myself up. I blinked at the sudden light each floor brought, until I got up to my level.

I walked down the hall and, after some extensive looking, found my room.

I walked into the bathroom and stripped of everything, even my bandages. I stared at the gashes in my stomach and ribs, as they slowly oozed blood.

I stepped into the shower and washed out my hair. I usually washed it with lemon juice, because that kept it soft, after France bleached it. Which he needed to do again, my roots were showing.

I washed the cuts as well and stepped back out and dried myself off. I brushed out my hair and found that it actually reached past my backside. I braided it and bandaged the cuts that were now flowing freely.

The cut on my nose was even bleeding badly, so I used another plaster.

I walked back out, after I'd dressed, and fell back onto the bed. But of course the phone had to ring again.

"Weep for yourself my man, you'll never be what is in your heart. Weep Little Lion Man, you're not as brave as you were at the start." I tried to find my phone while it played Mumford and Sons. "Rate yourself and rake yourself, take all the courage you have left. And waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head." I opened the phone as soon as I took it out of the drawer.

"What is it?" I asked sweetly.

"Oh thank god you picked up!" I heard a panicky voice on the other side. "I thought you were dead because of the plane that exploded and the news cast and-" I tried to understand the teary speech, but failed. It actually ended up being in Italian at the end.

"Romano, slow down. I can tell you that I didn't die." I heard him take a deep breath over the line.

"An airplane exploded over the Atlantic. It was flying from London to New York. One of the only identified passengers was a Dutch teenage girl. She had white hair and was 5 foot 1. Her name wasn't important because I was sure you were going under an alias." I was listening quietly to his calmer talking.

"It's OK." I responded. "I'm at America's house. The girl on the airplane wasn't me. My flight went through perfectly. We landed on time and everything." I said and heard him stifle a sob.

"Mi dispiace." He muttered. "I was just really worried."

I started to walk out of the room, after I put a pair of baggy jeans on.

"It's fine. You had every right to be worried. You know what, come over here. Do you know where America's house is?" I asked.

"N-no. But I do want to visit you." He said shakily.

"6035, Sherwood Road. It's a huge castle like house a few miles south of the airport." I said and suddenly a gun fired somewhere in the house. I pulled out my own and flicked the safety off.

"What was that?" He asked, worried again.

"Don't worry. I'll call you when it's all over OK?" I asked and started creeping down the hall towards the place where the gun fired. I walked down the hall and slowly inched around the door.

"I love you." He said, about to cry again.

"I love you too, sweetie." I said.

Then, someone screamed.

A/N2: Translations:

mi casa.:: my home. ::Spanish

Olá.-Peço desculpa, mas,:: Hello.- I'm sorry, but, ::Portuguese

Mi dispiace.:: I'm sorry. ::Italian

No. America's house is not a real place. But that was my old address when I lived in Minnesota. 6035, Sherwood Road and Forest Street.

I lived in Sherwood forest.