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"Am I coming?" Amelia asked, her voice flat, "Of course." She scrambled down the stairs and followed after Sweden as he exited the building. "What the heck do you think you're doing? You know that no one else has been trying to rescue me?"

"I know," Sweden said as a sleek car pulled up to the curb, "but th's isn't fer me." He opened the door and ushered her in. "Dan's sulking is g'nnt'n annoying."

"Ah," the limo was comfortable and nothing what she would have expected that Sweden would rescue anyone in.

"Here," From a briefcase sitting next to the bar he pulled out two different braclets, "Th's one is fer protection against magical happening and this," he locked the second one around her wrist," Is to counter Sadiq's."

"Ah, oaky." Around them the passing city didn't seem to notice or care about their countries pet being spirited away."

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Norway was sitting in his office filling out the last bit of paperwork when a heavy knock pulled him from the world of numbers. "Yes."

"Hello," he blinked as Sweden's voice came through the door. It opened and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Standing in front of Sweden with a bright but nervous smile was a face he had never expected to see again. "Amelia?"

"Hi," she waved in an awkward fashion, "Mama. How's it going?" Norway stood very, very, very slowly and pulled his reading glasses off, still gaping. "Um, "Mama?" She seemed to stop, "Unless you want me to call you something else. But I figured that maybe… We could do the same thing again." Walking around the desk he refrained from smiling to widely but with a firm yank pulled his adopted daughter into a fierce hug.

"Amelia," he whispered into her hair as she latched onto him also, " I thought…I thought I'd never.."

"See me again?" She sounded like she was crying with joy, "I thought the same. Turkey's been really annoying. Sweden just showed up and punched his face in and we both left in his private plane. Did you know he had a private plane? Cause I didn't." Sweden refused to blush as Norway's flat eyes turned to him.

"No," He said patting her hair down, "And Something tells me that we need to get you to Papa's house before he does off an another rampage."

"PAPA!" Delighted Amelia sprang back and clapped her hands, "Now I'm super excited."

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Denmark was contemplating several papers from his boss while trying out a new brand of coffee when the front door opened.

"I'm in the living room!" He called, chewing on the end of his pen, "Come on in."

He knew only one person would bother barging through the door during this time of day.

"Well," Denmark stopped, his heart stuttering in his chest, blood rushing in his ears and eyes widening. "You've gotten busy." The pen that dropped to the floor was abandoned and forgotten for the next week. The tall Dane was on his feet and across the room before the plastic and ink his the floor.

Closing his eyes and tightening his grip around the short American Denmark took the moment simply to hear the heartbeat of his adopted child.

"Amelia," he whispered, almost unbelieving, "You're back." Two small hands tightened against his back.

"Yeah," her voice was choked off and broken, "I'm back. Sorry it took me so long." Settling her feet back against the ground Denmark gripped her shoulder with one hand and with the other wiped away the stray tear springing from her eye.

"But your memory?"

"All came back," Amelia whispered, pressing her cheek against the large palm of his hand, "Took a bit though, had lots of weird dreams. Then Turkey kidnapped me again and then we had to stop by to pick up Mama." Denmark's cobalt eyes flicked up to catch sight of Sweden melting back through the front door, leaving Norway in the living room. The expression on his face was that of intense constipation, as if he was attempting to cover any emotions.

"You're back." Demark whispered again, pulling her close. Amelia wrapped her hands around his waist, pressing her face into his chest, "You're back." With a free hand Denmark grabbed Norway's sleeve and yanked him in for a rather tearful family hug. "And you're not going anywhere."

"Never again," Amelia promised, "Never again."

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Scotland and Romania both gamely tried to ignore the almost adorable scene before them. In a rare show of good humor Romano had agreed to referee a game of water polo between Jenny and Spain. At the moment the game was abandoned. Instead Spain and Jenny were attempting to coax Romano into the water to play Marco Polo with them.

"I already told you!" He spat, not moving from his lawn chair, "I'm staying here in the sun!"

"But the water is in the sun!" Spain chirped, waving toward the pool, "Come on in, por favor?"

"Pleasssseeeeee?" Romano turned his unimpressed glare on Jenny who was clutching the edge of pool with puppy dog eyes on full power, "Please?"

Romano glared a few moments longer before sighing, "Fine," Spain and Jenny cheered as he stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt, "But just this once." He glared again at Jenny who only smiled in return, "capice?"

"Si!" Jenny chirped and moved away from the latter so he could get in, "Now, you're IT!"

Romania turned away from Southern Italy's angry shouting, "Soooo? Memory Potion?"

"Forget it," grunted Scotland, rubbing sun lotion over his pale arms, "I'd be axed in an instant."

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