Amelia had only been in Romania for two weeks, her cough had cleared up and she was great friends with Bulgaria, Romania still made her nervous.

"But with this potion and spell we can hopefully get rid of those ears," Romania gestured wildly with his vial of goop, "even if those features are really cute." He pouted her direction hopefully but was met with Amelia's stern glare.

"No, just get rid of these stupid ears," said ears switched in annoyance but Romania gave a wide grin.

"Okay, just move into that circle," Bulgaria held several materials and watched nervously.

"Romania, this won't hurt her will it?" The vampiric nation shook his head but then he paused.

"There is the possibility of it potentially killing her," he muttered while mixing up a few more herbs. Amelia eyed them nervously as the two nations began bickering and shoving each other.

"Don't do the spell," demanded Bulgaria.

"But I have to, the magic's already gathering, If I don't use it it'll explode killing all of us!"

Romania stumbled backward into his worktable and vials and potions went everywhere.

Brilliant colored smoke erupted about the room and electicity began to cackle, "Amelia!" Romania shook Bulgaria off his arms and muttering a safeguard spell rushed in. The small American was nowhere to be found.

Russia was enjoying another bottle of vodka, lamenating at the loss of his little friend when the dooorbell rang.

"Visitors?" he was cheerful until he opened the door to reveal a furious Scotland, Turkey and America. "Ah,...hello?"

"Cut the crap Russia," growled Scotland, "Where's Amelia?" Russia fiddled with his scarf.

"She ran away and got past the borders before I could seal them,."

"YOU ASSHOLE! It took the combined efforts of Turkey and America to keep him from tackling Russia, "why did you kidnap her in the first place?" There was choas and somewhere along the line Russia recieved a splendid bloody lip.

"So now where do we look?"

Denmark was enjoying a cold, peaceful walk at midnight. The sky was clear and the new snow glittered beautiful underneath the stars. His axe swung freely as he strolled through the forest. He was just turning onto another path when he heard a child cry, it was small and meek, like that of a wounded animal. Axe at the ready he followed the sobbing a few feet and brushed aside a low lying branch. The massive Dane couldn't help himself, he swore. There, huddled a few feet away was a small child wearing only an oversized shirt and big fat tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Hello," at his greeting her head snapped about and she looked terrified.. The little girls lips were an unhealthy shade of blue and she was shivering, "who are you?"

Her lips parted and she looked very confused for a moment before opening her mouth, "A-A melia," she words were slow, as if she were slowly tasting each syllable before speaking.

"That's a great name," Denmark set his axe down and crouched in front of her, "you look cold, where is you're family?"

"N-n-no f-f-amily," she stuttered slowly, "a-alone." Denmark couldn't stand it anymore, he swung her into his arms and tucked her into his jacket.

She squeaked in fear and stared into his cornflower blue eyes with confusion, "Well if you've got no family then I can't leave you out here you'll get sick and die." He shook that horrible thought out of his head, "Come on, my house isn't far." He fought a smile as Amelia cuddled closer to his beating heart, she was adorable.

An hour later Amelia was tucked into his guest bed, snuggling a spare pillow. She was fed, warm and in a brand new shirt. Denmark smoothed the blankets down and brushed some spare strands of hair out of her face.

"You okay now?" He asked and Amelia nodded, burying her face into her pillow, to shy to speak, "Goodnight then, if you need something my room is just down the hall," he went to close the door but she squeaked again he waited patiently for her to speak.

"P-p-ple-s-se l-leav-ve t-the do-or op-e-en."

"Sure thing,"he left a nice sized crack and watched as she flopped over onto her side and stared at his retreating figure.

Amelia was really confused, the last thing she remembered was the creepy nurse setting her on a bed and tossing her a blanket. The place, something called an orphanag was creepy and she didn't like it. The big, nice man left after flashing a grin and she stared at the light, confused. Where was she and why couldn't she remember anything? There was no way she could have gotten from the orphanag bed to some snowy place. The big man called himself Matthias but that was confusing, deciding to work it out later Amelia cuddled her pillow and slowly drifted off to sleep.

In her dream she felt really hot, sweat dripped from her body, a heavy blanket was wrapped around her legs and in her dream Amelia looked like a teenager. When she finally sat up her dream self moved over to the closet, the door creaked open and she whimpered as it revealed a pair of big purple eyes.

Amelia sat up, breathing heavily, glancing about she reminded herself that the big, scary purple eyes weren't there.

Denmark was peacefully sleeping when a tiny figure scrambled onto the bed and began shaking him awake.

"W-what is it," he demanded, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, his eyes fell on a shivering Amelia clutching a pillow and shaking, 'What's wrong Amelia?" he asked, trying not to frighten the tiny human.

"b-b-a-ad d-d-r-eeam," her stuttering more pronounced with fear.

"come on," he lifted up the blanket and she crawled next to him, he wrapped his arms around her shivering form and she slowly calmed down. In minutes the little person was breathing deeply and asleep.