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Scotland and Spain peeked around the door into the living room. Amelia and Jenny were sprawled around the couches watching one of Spain's more clean romance movies

"They seem to be having fun," Spain whispered, Scotland gave a grunt in agreement, "Come, they'll catch us if we stay around much longer." With a growl Scotland stalked away from the door and thumped toward the liquor cabinet.

"Doesn't Amelia understand that Jenny can't stay?' Spain watched the red haired man walk around kitchen waving his drink and an apple he had pulled from the bowl. "We need to get rid of the new kid, erase her memory and maybe Amelia's."

"Amigo, that is true to Amelia is happy with her friend." Spain pointed out, polishing a tomato on his shoulder.

"She was happy with Denmark and Norway as a child and that couldn't last," Scotland continued to pace, "I've called Romania to see if there is anything he can do but we've got to warm them before Amelia tells them something she shouldn't."

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"So what's the story with the red head?" Jenny gave a mischievous smile at her friend. Amelia frowned with confusion.

"There isn't one, he's kinda like….big brother." Jenny rolled her eyes.

"Really? That's it?"

Amelia gave a disturbed frown before replying, "Yeah, I mean. I live in his house, he's totally big brother. He's a lot nicer than he seems ."

Little did she know Scotland was listening at the door again, at her words he frowned.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Amelia fiddled with her pillow for a moment, "He's a lot of fun to go on hikes with and talk to. He has a couple brothers who were actually fun to hang out with. He's got this annoying habit of taking me places in Scotland with historical significance and giving these detailed lessons on history. And he makes a great Shepards Pie."

Scotland felt his face flush pink.

"He doesn't seem that nice at all." Jenny flopped onto the floor with a contented sigh, " Antonio seems really nice."

"You'd be surprised," Amelia munched down on her baked tomatoes, "Allistor is pretty cool but don't tell him I said that. I'd never live it down ."

"I noticed you two argue a lot."

"Yeah, mostly because if we're nice to each other it'll get boring as hell."

"Agreed."

Straightening Scotland moved silently back a few feet before stomping toward the door to make his presence known.

"Alright brats!" He growled, throwing the door open to find Amelia and Jenny curled up in blankets like a pair of burritos with eyes and hair, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm a caterpillar," Amelia answered, muffled as her mouth was covered by blanket, "We used to do this when we were little in an orphanage."

"Well it's time for bed," he growled stomping over to his young charge, "So let's go."

'Oka YEAH!" Amelia tried to wiggle the best she could wrapped up in her cover. "ALBA PUT ME DOWN!"

"Shut up," Scotland thumped out of the room ignoring Jenny's gasps of astonishments, "Antonio, you get the other one." Spain skipped into the room and tossed Jenny over his shoulder with an inane grin.

"SI!"

"Put me down!" Jenny squeaked as Spain bounded up the stairs to the room she had been given.

"But I'm going to put you to bed!"

"I can do that on my own!"

Amelia and Scotland shook their heads, "I guess she's not use to you guys yet."

"She'd be smart and run the other direction."

"You didn't give me that option." Amelia huffed as Scotland opened the door to her room, "And I don't think I need to be carried anywhere like a sack of flour."

"You weigh a lot more than a sack of flour," Scotland chuckled at Amelia's annoyed grumbling.

"Shut up old man."

With a huff Scotland tossed the bound up Amelia onto the bed and began stalking out, "Go to sleep. We've got work to do tomorrow so we're getting up early."

"Whatever." Amelia closed her eyes and Scotland stopped moving at the door, on hand on the light switch and the other on the door knob.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but shrugged and walked out, "Good night kid."

Jenny on the other hand was settled sweetly to the bed while Spain gave gentle smile, "Buenos Noches hija!" He thrilled before planting chaste kiss on her forehead.

"EWWWWW cooties," like a child Jenny wrinkled her nose, turning her head away, "Night Antonio!"

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Once again Amelia was watching a scene from her memory she didn't know. Baby Amelia was tackling a smiling man named Matthias, someone she called Papa. The two were running around in the snow strewn backyard laughing and building snowmen.

"Why can't I remember this?" She wondered, her own ghostly hand reaching out to touch the image. At her touch it shivered and disappeared. "Who are you? Papa? Where are you Papa?" Amelia shivered as another image appeared, this time then large man was cradling Baby Amelia in his lap. He kissed her head, his gentle, deep voice echoed around the void.

"Who's the cutest little bunny in the world?"

"I am Papa."

"And who loves you most?"

"You do Papa."

Amelia felt like crying as Baby Amelia fell asleep in Papa's strong, safe arms.

"I want that," she cried, "I want that."

"Norge, Amelia's going to sleep with us, okay?"

"Papa," Amelia touched the image again as her little self was carried up a staircase and settled into a large bed with the blond man and the violet eyed man. "Papa, where are you? Why can't I remember you?"

"Some things you shouldn't remember." The violet eyed man appeared next to her, watching the image with a blank expression.

"Mama?" Amelia stepped back with a frown, "You're the guy I called Mama, right?"

"Yes," the smallest of blushes crept onto his cheeks.

"Who is Papa then," she crossed her arms, "you're Norway right?"

"Yes, I can't tell you who Papa is. I can only send you these dreams."

"They've been very confusing," Amelia eyed his casual but stiff stance, "thanks."

"Ah sarcasm, they grow up so fast," he shook his head, "Scotland is coming to wake you up. If you want to find Papa you need to get to Copenhagen. He'll be waiting for you at the park."

The man began to fade, "But which park, and where is Copenhagen?" Amelia reached out to grab his arm but he was gone, "WAIT!" She shot up in bed starling Scotland who had just opened the door, "WAIT!"

"Something wrong."

"Yes." She scrambled out of bed, "Something is very wrong."

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