I do not own hetalia

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Amelia didn't remember how Turkey managed to get her to the hotel. The entire situation was a blur, the sheer genius of the plan had her completely stumped and unable to think. Turkey was oozing glee and smug arrogance. He kept muttering things under his breath as he handed her a wrapped sandwich.

"Don't look so upset Amelia," He said in English finally. Outside the sun had set and Copenhagen had finally settled down for sleep. The hotel room was beautiful and luxurious with two rooms and a full bath. Wrapped in a blanket on the plush armchair Amelia hadn't moved in the six hours she had been there.

So close. She had been so close to seeing Papa again. Only to have a smug, masked, obnoxious bastard ruin her plan with an elaborate twist of his own.

"It was a great plan. I know that Germany and Prussia have our little friend and that Scotland is still in Spain. Russia is also trying to come." His brilliant teeth sparkled as he smiled. "But since I've got the upper hand." He grinned again and trailed off.

Amelia burst into tears.

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Norway gnashed his teeth as he read the incident report from the police. In the other room Denmark was draped across the couch, reading one of his fairytales. The Dane had been in a state of almost pitiful depression since Amelia had come wandering down the stairs and had not recognized them. Finland and Iceland did their best to cheer him up while Sweden had disappeared off somewhere. Most likely gloating about Denmark's misery.

Not that Norway was concerned about Sweden. His concern lay with the now, down trod and miserable Denmark. The fact that Turkey had been so clever about kidnapping Amelia had him both impressed and furious. With a growl he turned back to Denmark to offer comfort.

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Three weeks passed before Amelia finally grasped the entire situation. She was well and truly stuck. All of the nations who had even a little opinion about her future doffed their hats to Turkey and his plan. No one dared interfere now. Amelia hadn't even heard about what came of Jenny or even Scotland. Turkey was keeping her under tight watch and every moment of the day occupied.

"You're looking a little lively today!" Turkey came into her room with a large grin and a tray of breakfast food. "Done moping?"

"Go," Amelia then proceeded to use several words that would justify jail time, in her head. She didn't dare swear at him after what happened last time. Instead she sulked.

"Are you still thinking you're going to be able to escape?" Turkey said, handing her the tray.

"Go away," she muttered and growled as a large hand patted her head.

"Look Amelia, you may as well get used to living here. You'll be here for the rest of your life. Now! Are you ready to learn about my empire kicking ass?"

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Jenny almost cried with relief when Spain finally negotiated a deal with Germany to take custody of the teenager. Three weeks in Germany's house had been something akin to a nightmare. PT training, house cleaning, rigorous education and also dog grooming made her long for the days of the orphanage. The day that Germany had announced over breakfast that she would be living with Spain had made her burst into a series of peculiar dance moves that sent two plates of foot crashing to the floor.

Laughing, she sprinted away (much faster than when she had arrived) from a furious and irate Germany.

Spain's house was just as she remembered it. Large, warm and welcoming. Except there was now someone else in the house, an angry and foul mouthed Italian who Jenny just loved; his name was Romano.

Or Lovi. But he seemed to detest that nickname despite Spain's instance to keep using it. Togethere with Spain and Southern Italy Jenny felt for the first time that she had a family.

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Scotland spent three weeks sulking and swearing himself into oblivion. He started watching movies that centered on orphans or kidnapped teenagers that fathers moved heaven and hell to rescue. England was now growing concerned for his older brother. Scotland had situated himself in his attic and had not left the house. Since the news of Turkey's ingenious plan there had been nothing he could do. As it was he was effectively trapped.

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Turkey still had a tracking bracelet on Amelia. It was sleek and beautiful with several symbols on it that made her wonder. But, the fact he had a type of collar on her made her angrier than she had ever thought possible.

He had been visited by several nations all who wanted to discuss their trade agreements at his mansion if only to catch at sight of Amelia.

The first to visitor had been Mexico. He had left in tears of laughter watching Amelia ignore and disrespect Turkey. Mexico found it very amusing that Turkey even entertained the idea that any American with will could be cowed.

China had shown up and gloated relentlessly at Amelia until she threw a plate of rotten beef in his face.

Prussia had shown up and had made her laugh with stories of him and Jenny causing problems with Germany but Turkey had asked him to leave when the sun set.

Canada might have shown up at some point but Amelia and Turkey hadn't seen him.

So when Sweden showed up with his usual scowl in place and wearing his usual clothes it wasn't much of a surprise.

What was a surprise was the fact three minutes after being seated on a couch and provided with a fine cup of black coffee he proceeded to render Turkey unconscious. Standing over the prone form of the Turke Sweden cast his eyes over to Amelia who was watching the scene from the stair case.

"Are ya coming?"

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