I do not own hetalia

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Scotland was not a patient man. After months of Amelia's absence he was doubly so, his frustration boiled over so often that his brothers stopped visiting and England never called anymore. He slammed his fist on his youngest brothers front door, yelling in gaelic.

The door flew open to reveal a very annoyed Arthur.

"What do you want Allistair?" Scotland frowned, why was he using human names?"

"Norway told me that Amelia was here, I want to see her." He crossed his arms, glaring and Arthur sighed.

"Fine, but don't loose your temper. You'll scare her, we're eating breakfast so keep it down." England moved to one side and Scotland stomped into the kitchen just to stop short at the sight he saw.

A little girl was sitting at the table, wearing what looked like a small version of Norway's sailor suit. Her curled blond hair bounced excitedly as she skipped around Norway's feet while he cooked. Her blue eyes sparkled as Norway place another pancake on a stack. Denmark was stretched out on a chair, cup of coffee in hand grinning as he laughed along with the girl.

"Go sit down Amelia," Norway ordered, "Or you won't eat." Amelia didn't seem to notice his harsh tone of voice or threat.

"Ok Mama," Norway sighed and Amelia bounced over to the table on into her chair.

"What the hell?" All eyes turned to him, Scotland didn't even bother to rationalize what he was seeing, "How is that Amelia?"

Denmark narrowed his eyes in warning while Norway frowned ever so slightly, "Do I know you."

Scotland's eyes met Amelia's for a full minute. With a small cry Amelia toppled out of her chair to the ground where she didn't move.

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Romania and Bulgaria arrived at England's house to hear chaos.

"What do you think happened," whispered the red eyed nation. Bulgaria just shrugged and together they pushed their way in. Norway and Denmark fluttered around a little girl in a sailor suit who was passed out on the floor. As they watched England pulled the child into his arms and Romania was bowled over in his haste to reach the bedroom. He could hear Scotland and the two nordics bickering until Norway stormed out and right after Britain.

He poked his head into the kitchen, "What just happened?"

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Amelia's head hurt when she woke up, surrounded by cool sheets and warm air. Turning her head to the side she caught sight of Mama, sitting in a chair and reading a book.

"Mama?" His dull eyes flicked up from the pages and something akin to relief crossed his face. She put out her arms, pouting and he sighed. Not wasting time he pulled her into her arms and settled Amelia on his lap.

"How do you feel?"

"My head hurts," she said burying her face into his chest, taking a deep breath. Norway blushed.

"You fainted, but Arthur told us you'd be fine." Amelia fiddled with his buttons for a moment.

"Were you worried?"

His face red, he knew it, "Yes."

"I'm sorry Mama."

"Its not your fault." Norway fiddled with her hair for a moment before standing up, "Its time for you to get some breakfast." What he didn't notice was Denmark wedged in the closest snapping pictures a quietly as possible on his phone.

"Who was he Mama," Norway moved to the stairs.

"He is a co-worker with..." He paused halfway down the stairs... "Papa and I. His name is Alistair." When they emerged in the living room all heads turned their way. Bulgaria cooed at the sight of Norway carrying down the small girl. Scotland and England both thought it was adorable but didn't comment. Romania took a more forward approach and jumping to his feet snatched Amelia into his arms.

"YOU ARE SO CUTE!" The vampiric nation continued to babble in his language, squishing a surprised Amelia into his chest and squeezing, "I WANT TO SUCK YOUR BLOOD!"

Scotland jumped behind a couch as Denmark was summoned by Amelia's shrill screams.

"PAPA! HELP ME!" The Dane pulled Amelia from Romania's arms and proceeded to kick him across the room. After several moments of chaos England stood up.

"Can we all please calm down"?" It was calm in ten seconds, he was holding his wand in a very threatening manner and no one wanted to be on the receiving end.

Scotland eyed a nervous Amelia who clung to Denmark, her eyes darted from Romania back to Norway. She was really cute, fiddling with her hat while Denmark patted her hair.

"Now, Vlad, Lukas. We will be working for the day so we best go get started." England crossed his legs and glared at everyone in a very officious manner, "Mathias, Tsvetan and Alistair you're in charge of watching Amelia. Go to the park or something." With that the magic trio swept out of the room.

Amelia stayed firmly rooted on Denmark's lap, not trusting the other men in the room. Bulgaria sighed and eyed Scotland who just looked bored. In reality he wanted to talk to the little human but felt that Denmark would shoot him if he tried.

"Papa," Amelia tugged on his shirt, he looked down, "Can I play in the garden?" Scotland nodds at his questioning glance

Amelia whooped in delight, sprinting out the backdoor before any adult could change their mind.

"Amelia," Denmark cried, "You need a coat, Its cold!" But she was gone. He turned to the others, "Now we need to find her. Norway will kill me if she gets a cold."

All three leapt from the couches in pursuit of the giggling girl.

Scotland lead the way in, keeping an eye for a magical creature that could cause any of them harm. Hearing Amelia's giggles he made a sharp left to see he blond head scamper off into another bush. The process was repeated six or seven time before Denmark got frustrated.

"Let's split up, we know she goes from one bush to another so, Scotland. I want you to scare her out of the bush. I'll chase her to the next one and Bulgaria, you nab her alright. Then we're going inside because I'm hungry."

Keeping his eyes peeled Scotland padded around the garden trying to ignore the cold until he saw her blond hair peeking from the side of a holly.

"ARRGGHHHH!" He roared, sneaking up behind her. Amelia screeched and took off, only to have Denmark appear from the side and begin chasing her down a path where Bulgaria appeared. Before the little girl could swerve out of the way he had snatched her up tightly in his arms.

"Aw man," she whined as the other two approached.

"Come inside young lady, "Denmark relieved Bulgaria of his burden, "I need a sandwich."

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"Papa," it was evening and the three in Magic Trio looked exhausted. Everyone was gathered in the living room reading and relaxing before Amelia was put to bed.

"Yes," Amelia was fiddling with a childs version of Sherlock Holmes which England had ordered she read.

"What does 'Fuck' mean?" Romania stopped his advances on Bulgaria and Norway settled his book on his lap, glaring at Denmark in accusation. Scotland and England exchanged a glance.

"Where did you learn that word?" Denmark leaned over the book on his lap to stare a suddenly apprehensive Amelia. His eyes were flat and hard, face oddly stern.

"Um," she pointed shyly at Scotland, "he's said it a lot today. I just want to know what it means." Scotland and England's body went stiff when Denmark turned his furious glower on them. It reminded them of all the times he had raided their shores as a Viking. The pure power the man still possessed.

"Amelia," he turned back to the frightened child who held the book in front of herself as a shield.

"Yes?"

"That is a very bad word. I do not want to ever hear you say it ever again. Understood?" Still pinned under his stare Amelia could only manage a nod. "Now I think its time for bed."

"Aww," she whined but put the book back and followed Denmark to the stairs.

"I think you need a bath."

"With bubbles?" Their voices faded up the staircase.

"Sure."

"Cool!"

Norway turned his glare on Scotland.

"Why were you swearing around Amelia?"

"Ummm."

"See that it doesn't happen again. If it does I'll make sure we re-enact every aspect of a viking raid. All four of us."

Scotland gave a weak nod while England decided he wanted to go to bed.

An hour later Denmark came downstairs looking a little annoyed.

"I took care of it," Norway said as he sat down, "Scotland and England are in bed already." Denmark nodded and took a sip of his drink, watching with slight amusment as Bulgaria fended all attempts for Romania to kiss him.

"How was today's test," Romania stopped pursuing his lover.

"We managed to make the part of the potion to give her teenage body back but not her mind. We'll do that tomorrow." Romania twitched his hand which Bulgaria held firmly against the couch. "Let me go Bul."

"No, I'm not having sex where a little girl can hear us." Bulgaria avoided Romania's pouting.

"What if I put up a sound proof spell, she'll hear nothing."

Bulgaria seemed to hesitate, his grip slacked and Romania tore himself free