I do not own Hetalia

Turkey watched the two English nations sip tea and whiskey and discuss various thing. Amelia was seated on the love seat and was examaining her tail closly. England kept sending the American annoyed looks every few seconds and finally he spoke. turkey couldn't hear what they were saying but Amelia scowled, argued for a few moments but stood up and disappeared around the corner and up the staircase.

Amelia fumed with anger as she stomped up the stairs, "I can't believe he sent me to my room for a little crack at his cooking," she huffed and threw open her large bay windows. There was huge tree right outside her windown and Amelia grinned and checked behind her. Grabbing her coat she pulled it on and with a deep breath jumped from the window onto the huge branch just a foot from her window. The air was clear from yet another rainstorm and she grinned in delight as she decended carefully to the ground. Watching the house she inched around the gaurdin and headed for the back gate.

Humming she forgot all about the fact there was a rouge nation aftre until a heavy hand landed on her shoulder. It whirled her around and Amelia found herself staring with wide eys at the blank mask of Tureky.

""Hello," his white teeth flashed as he gave a frightening grin.

Amelia didn't think twice, whirlng around she sprinted back toward the house but the former empires arm wrapped around her waist and pulled the paniky teen against his chest.

"SCOTLAND! SCOTLAND." She bawled out and Turkey clapped a hand over her mouth but t was to late, the Highlander had heard her. Scotland burst out the back door, England hot on his heels, broadsword in his hand.

"Turkey!" He bellowed pointing the sword at them,'put her down."

Amerlia tembled from fear, her ears were flat agasint her head she tried to wiggle her way out of his immovable grasp. His arm was like a link of iron locked aroud her waist.

"See ya," shouted the Turk and with a blaze of light the English town disappeared into a swirl of confusing colors.

Turkey finally dropped the girl as they re appeared in his back garden, huge a maze full of tulips and other assorted flowers.

"Let me go!' Yelled the American, kicking at him but Turkey simply ignored her, grabbing onto her upper arm he dragged her into the house.

Amelia gasped and twisted until her upper arm was sore but Turkey was rediculously strong, he dragged her from the first floor down to the dusty basement. His golden eyes glittered from behind the mask and Amelia shuddered in fear. The door in front of her was cell door and it did NOT look inviting.

"No," she cried out as he slammed the door open and tossed her bodily in, "Don't leave me here!"

Turkey calmly tucked the key back into his pocket and glared at her, "No," he said just a calmly and Amelia could have screamed in frustration. She rushed at the bars and tried to reach through to grab him but the Turk mearly leaned back a few inches and her hands grabbed at nothing. "You're pretty cute as a neko." Amelia blushed and shot a few swear words at him.

Turkey moved to fast for her to see but second later he had her chin gripped in his hand and tipped her head upward. Frightened blue met blazing golden and Amelia felt a shudder a fear run through her spine.

"Listen brat," his words were hard and brittle and the painful grip on her chin tightened, "before the month is out you will learn the definition of respect and disipline, and if you're not careful," he jerked her head forward and Amelia didn't dare look away, "It will be a painful one." With a violent shove he tossed her back into the cell and stalked away, leaving Amelia to nurse her pride and bruises alone.

"Look Scotland, I know you're upset but there is nothing I can do unless I want to wage war on Turkey and that's just not possible," The Queen of England said pointedly to a furious Allistor, "I'm sorry but you'll just have to leave her with Turkey."

The scowl would have frightened a lesser person but the Queen simply frowned, "No look here, I know you're upset but honestly. What is it about this child is so important? I'm sure Tureky is going take good care of her." The Prime Minister nodded in agreement while the English brothers all edged slowly away from the heavy cloud of rigtheous fury radiating from the oldest.

"I'm afriad I have to disagree," All eyes present snapped to President Obama who had been sitting quietly since Scotland had barged in on thier tea time to explain the situation. Scotland felt a finy spark of hope, if the worlds most powerful man sided with him the Queen would be forced to follow.

"If Amelia was assigned to be raised, guarded, and/ or protected by Scotland then Turkey should be honoring that, not kidnapping her." The American sat up a little straighter, "There should be ramifications for his actions."

The Queen gave him a frown but nodded, "I suppose but who would be willing to help you?"

Scotland thought for a moment and gav an evil grin, "Don't worry about that missy. Come on lads, lets go visit Moscow."

"I'm not goign to Russia," snapped England and Scotland sighed.

"And what happenes if America find out that you left his little lass to the hands of Turkey?"

England opened his mouth to argue but then closed it and shot his brother an ugly look. "Very well."

"Now, if you move the pen like so. Amelia, pay attention." Amelia blinked wearily and lifted her head up. Turkey was standing in front of the chalkboard, frowning. Ever since her arrival the Turk had found it nessesary to begin teaching her in the absence of a school. He was a much better teacher, making history interesting and teaching reduimentery architecture and much more complex math algorithems. The little room had a single desk and a rather large chalkboard covered in dozens of arabic symbols. Turkey was also teaching three different languages.

"I'm bored, " she said flatly andTurkey sighed.

"Then lets take the architecture lesson outside," Amelia gave a half hearted cheer and grabbed her jacket and notebook bag.

It had been three weeks since Amelia had been kidnapped from England's back garden. No one had shown thier face and she still kept the hope Scotland would show up and save her. Not that she really needed rescuing, Turkey was pretty okay and as long as she hid her ears and tail there was really no problem. She didn't hate Turkey or his beautiful capital but she longed for the chilly winds, choppy lochs and cloudy days of Scotland. She missed the loft/shelf room Scotland had built her with her comfortable cot and snuggly blankets. She missed waking up to the sound of rain to the wind blowing across the fields. Not that she'd ever admit it but what she missed most was Scotland. She missed thier halfhearted arguments, freezing cold hikes and gathering around the fire with his brothers to tell jokes and stories.

The night was hot, sticky and Amelia couldn't sleep. Just as she was about to stand up a freezing presence seemed to fill the room. Turning slowly around her knees began to knock together as the door to her closet creaked slowly open.

Standing on the other side of the door, violet eyes shining and a creepy ass smile stretched across his pale lips was Russia.

"Ah, it was getting cramped in there."

"Um, hello?" She backed away from the door and glanced toward the door.

"Hello, I am here to rescue you." His smile widened and her tail twitched back and forth nervously.

"I don't need to be rescued," she hissed, iniching toward the door.

"But of course you do," Russia took a step toward her, "Scotland asked me to come get you," his smile stretched wider, Amelia's ears flattened to her head.

He reached for her and Amelia knew darkness.