I do not own Hetalia (I wish I did though)

England was not happy with his brother, to put it mildly at least. A guest, who was this guest person he was supposedly bringing? Why was he even coming to the meeting? Usually he left the jobs up to England, only popping in to mock him every once in a while. Groaning he pulled his scones out of the oven and sighed, these seemed just a tab burnt.

"Yo British dude!" America's loud voice boomed from his front hallway, "I gotta talk to you."

Slamming the pan down on the stove top and twisting the oven off he stomped out to his former colony, "I swear on Flying Mint Bunny if this is another one of your crazy 'my-alien-did-this' stories I will string you up from the nearest yardarm." America gave his booming laugh in the face of the irritated brit.

"No, one of my citizen went overboard while at brothers place, I was wondering if you'd heard of it?"

England stopped short and motioned for America to follow him, "My brother called not a moment ago telling me he was bringing something to our next meeting but didn't't tell me who, maybe it is your citizen."

As he contemplated the scones he saw out of the corner of his eye America inch away from the burnt food. "If he is bringing him."

"Her."

"What?"

"The person who went overboard is Amelia Jones, a girl," America pulled tissue out of his pocket and sneezed, "she was an orphan and her orphanage was on a trip they had won. Her first time leaving the country too, I don't think she's dead because I definitely would have noticed but my embassy hasn't't gotten a reply from the ferrie company and I haven't called Scotland yet." England sighed.

"we'll just have to see at the meeting, would you like a scone?" America beat a hasty retreat to the door.

"Sorry dude, gotta go, my boss wants to have a talk with me." He shot out the door,

"Why did he leave so quickly? My food is delicious," he muttered and turned to the scones again, "bloody git."

Amelia was dragged kicking and screaming into consciousness, which is to say she woke up very slowly. Like a bottle bobbing in the water her mind bobbed in and out of half awake and half asleep. Voices were muttering, one seemed familiar. Faces were blurred but they all seemed to hold a slight similarity, green eyes that seemed to freeze her soul.

"Is she awake?" Amelia blinked slowly, gravity seemed to cling to her eyelids and they fell shut.

"Not yet, leave her alone Alba, kid threw most of my stuff yesterday, nearly smashed mums old mug." Amelia yawned expansively and shifted in her cocoon of warmth but something struck her as odd.

More than one person in Allistors house, which she remembered where she was, who was Alba? Wish great effort Amelia opened her eyes to see a boy, a few years older than she was, with bright orange hair leaning over her.

"Scotty, she's awake!"

The orange hair disappeared and Allistors face swam into view, "'Morning, wan't't sure if you were going to sleep away the week or not." Sitting up slowly Amelia glanced around to see two more boys besides Scotland, all three of them stared at her.

"How do you feel?" Asked Scotland as she gazed around. Opening her mouth she found her mouth to be very dry, gratefully accepting the cup she drank and replied, "Peachy."

"Let me introduce you to my brothers," he gestured to the orange haired boy, "Wales or Albion Kirkland and," he gestured to another boy this one with strawberry blond hair, "Ireland or Lance Kirkland. Boys, this is Amelia Jones, Nessie saved her from drowning. But at the same time managed to bust of her ribs a bit so they're trying to heal." The boy nodded while Amelia blushed to the roots of her hair, how long had these boys been here?

"Are you shy Miss Jones?" Asked Wales cheekily, "we've been here a while, what are you going to do about it?"

Amelia's blush went away immediatly as she hefted her cup, scowling, "Busted ribs or not I'll still kick your ass." Wales took a step back as Scotland sprang into action. Knowing just how accurate she could be with her aim he relieved her of her cup.

"Don't mess with her Wales, she's got deadly aim with anything in her hand. And you," he scowled down at a very unapologetic Amelia, "don't throw things at my brothers."

"Have him keep his mouth shut then," Amelia snapped and there was a moment of silence before Ireland began laughing. The others just stared at him and one by one they joined him.

"You're not so bad," said Wales taking the seat next to the bed, "So what's up?" Amelia gave grin, "I'm just stuck in this bed till I can go home." The three boys exchanged a look for the briefest of moments, being very much American Amelia didn't't seem to take notice.

"So what has my brother done?" Asked Ireland, swishing his oddly long locks around.

"He's great for target practice," smirked Amelia and the three teens laughed at Scotlands expense. He only glowered for a moment before saying, "Yeah, she's been sleeping like a wee bairn for a few days now so I've been lucky." The laughter turned on Amelia and Scotland actually joined in. Warily the two combatants eyed each other before a loud bang made all the noise stop.

"Scotland, why the bloody hell have you not returned any of my calls. I need to speak with you!" Scotland growled, "Amelia, If I give this back to you will you throw it at the man at the door?"

Grinning deviously she nodded and took the glass as Allistor pulled the door open, and the glass shattered against his face.

Twenty minutes later after England was forced to restrain his eldest brother everyone was sitting calmly again. Scotland had an ice-pack pressed against his face and glaring daggers at an 'oh-so-innocent-looking' Amelia who was staring at the ceiling, striving for the innocent child look. Wales and Ireland were still smothering their laughter behind arms and scarves. England was sitting, bemused at the end of the bed, glancing between his brother and the American.

'If yer wanting the story there's not much to it," said Ireland, finally regaining control of himself. " 'melia fell over the edge of the boat. Nessie saved her and Scotty took her in and wants to keep her. Not sure now."

"I still want to keep her, I've tamed fiercer wenches," snapped Scotland, "I just didn't think she'd be a traitor like that." Amelia gave up the possibility of people thinking she as innocent and began laughing.

"I didn't betray, I did exactly what you want me to do."

"What?" Allistor was outraged, "I said."

"To get the man at the door. You were at the door, you were a man. I did as you asked and threw it at the man at the door, you." England snickered and all eyes turned to him.

"You really are American aren't you," he asked, eyes twinkling. Amelia rolled her eyes and leaned back a bit more into the pillow.

"If you have to ask that you are clearly an idiot," she said, smoothing down the blankets.

"I need to tell America his citizen is okay, Allistor you can bring her to the meeting, bring the others if you're coming. Try not break anything," England stood up and pulled out his phone as he spoke, " good day." As England walked outside he heard Amelia ask, outraged, "Did you call me a wench?" He smiled as America picked up and he heard something shatter and a fight ensued, some one else could take care of his brother now.