I do not own Hetalia, remember that I'm not writing in the accent.

Amelia did not feel like running around France with a drunk-on-happiness Scotland. Unfortunatly the all-to-happy Scotland had other plans and so they were, running around Paris and trying to have a good time.

"And that there is were France was forced to surrender to Germany in the Second World War, Amelia?" Scotland tapped her gently on the shoulder, "are you paying attention?" Amelia was staring off into space, chewing on her bottom lip and mulling something over. France had kindly lent them a wheelchair so Allistor wasn't forced to carry her.

"Which nation," she said,"wears a white mask and has a really nice tan?" Scotland stopped moving and pushing the wheelchair. She glanced up at him, curious.

"Why?"

"Curious." Scotland searched her face for a moment.

"Turkey, why do you ask?" Amelia stared at the Eiffle Tower for a moment before replying.

"He was staring at me throughout the entire meeting, like he wanted something from me."

Scotland took a deep breath, pushing down a sudden rise in fear, "He probably was because the last person that discovered us was one of his and he kept her as a slave. It was seventy years ago." Amelia shivered and an unpleasant cold wind brushed over them.

"Do you think he's planning something?"

"No doubt," Scotland said grimly, turning around he pushed Amelia toward the car, "we need to get out of here." Amelia saw a flash of white and swallowed.

"Hurry, he's here."

"I see him," he replied, voice tight, subtely picking up his pace. Amelia tried to look asleep while keeping her eyes cracked open to crowd. Turkeys white mask slipped in an out of view and was making her extremely nervous.

"Wha?" she said, jolted forward from Scotlands abrupt halt. She sat up and saw why. Turkey was standing there, a smug grin on his face she just wanted smack off.

"Sadiq," said Scotland, hands tightening on the wheelchair grip, "What bring you here?"

The Turks teeth gleamed as he flashed a quic grin, "I might ask the same of you Allistor."

"Just showing her around Paris." Allistor prepared to summon his broadsword.

"Always an interesting place to be but be careful, Paris can be tricky to navigate, something might get lost." His teeth flashed again and then Turkey turned and disappeared.

Amelia let out the breath she hadn't known she'd been holding.

"That was nerve wracking," she tittered nervously and glanced back at Scotland, his face was set in hard lines and his green eyes were tinged with red. He was reverting back to his Highland Warrior form.

"Allistor," she snapped and he blinked and glanced down at her, "snap out of it, we need to get out of here." He nodded and pushed her forward.

"Lets take the train."

At the station Amelia felt as if some one was watching her, but no matter how quickly she twisted, to the adgitation of her ribs, she saw no one. The train was fast approaching as Scotland was coming back with the ticket. He grinned at her as he walked close and she nodded, eyes furrowed. He seemed to catch onto her annoyance for he picked up his pace. Just has the next train was reaching the opposite end of the station something shoved her forward, unlocking the chair's brakes at the same time. She screamed as she fell toward the tracks, everything slowled down. Scotland shoute her name but it seemed like he was yelling through water. She saw the bright lights of the tain only five or so meters in front of her and prepared herself for the worst. The people at the station were yelling in shock but everything seemed to be fuzzy, just as she was sure she was dead a strong arm yanked her upward, out of the train's way just in a nick of time.

"Gotcha!"

Scotland watched with growing horror as Amelia was groud under the train wheels. Or that's what it looked like. He knew that she wasn't dead, since he was her appointed gaurdian she would have felt. No, this was guise set up by that sceming bastard Turkey. The people around him surged forward just as the train passed, hoping to see the girl but all they saw were the scattered parts of the wheelchair. Oh Crap.

Shorter I know but bare with me.