I'm trying my best not to copy the movie exactly. I'm going to try to spice it up Hetalia-style! I'm trying my best! Please enjoy this new update of the fanfic. ^_^

Chapter Warnings: Hints of sexual activity, genderbending some nations, and usage of human names.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR THE MOVIE!

*~Characters Appearing~*
Female Canada as Madeline Williams Kirkland or Maddie

Female America as Amelia Jones Kirkland

England as Arthur Kirkland

Female Spain as Anita


In a pleasant house in New York a young woman was beginning to cook her family dinner. Her blonde hair was wavy and cut shoulder length with a small curl in the front. She had pale skin that resembled snow as her violet eyes reflected a soul that seemed to be polite and gentle. Weilding a knife she carefully sliced the meat in front of her in even cuts as she looked over into a pot to watch the soup she was currently brewing.

Madeline Williams Kirkland was a native Canadian woman who had been happily married to Arthur Kirkland, a British professor of a local college, for ten years. The two had met while being in the same tour group at Niagara Falls on the Canadian side. Madeline who had been to the waterfalls many times spotted the British man looking lost after the tour was over, leaving her friends she went over and helped Arthur return to the parking lot where he politely asked if they could go out to dinner.

Madeline declined however stating she had to return to her friends and that she had a research paper due the next day she hadn't completed yet. Arthur understood and instead offered to drive her back to her dorm back at her college.

As it turns out, Arthur was a temporary professer lecturing at her college that year as well. Soon after she graduated the two were "hooked up" by their families on a date and soon married after dating for about a year.

The couple moved to New York two years ago before Madeline gave birth to their now seven year old daughter, Amelia Jones Kirkland. Madeline was very grateful to have Arthur as her husband. The English gentleman was a tad strict and wasn't a big fan of showering affection towards his wife, but he had a good head on his shoulders and loved the Canadian woman dearly as well as their daugther who was the apple of his eye.

Madeline paused a moment from her slicing to look up at the clock, "Arthur! Amelia!" she softly called out, "It's almost dinner. Wash up soon."

No response..."And why is it I even try eh?" Madeline thought as she set the knife down on the cutting board, "No matter how hard I try those two can barely hear me."

She sighed and wiped her hands on her pale pink apron as she exited the kitchen towards the living room where she saw Amelia clad in a pink tutu and ballet shoes twirling slowly in front of Arthur, "And that's how the routine goes Daddy," her seven year old daughter announced after she accomplished the twirl.

Amelia had received her blonde hair from Arthur and had a small cowlick sticking up that could be a slight comparison to Madeline's curl. The seven year old had her mother's face and had blue eyes-Arthur concluded that their daughter go her sky blue eyes recessively from his great-grandmother. Unlike her parents, Ameila had a louder voice than her mother's softer tone and had no bushy eyebrowns like her father. She looked like a typical vision of an angel like her mother unless someone got her mad then she looked like her father.

"Dear, it's time to eat-"

"That was terrific Amelia!" Arthur chuckled as he took Amelia in his arms, "My little girl's quite a little dancer. Right Madeline? I knew putting her in those ballet classes would help her." She bit her lip at her husband and nodded meekly, "Y-Yes she is, but dinner-"

"Show me again okay sweetpea?" Amelia squealed happily and began to show off her dance again to her father as her mother let out a sigh, "...I'll go set up the table then..." Madeline waited a moment to see if she was heard, no response...


"Amelia eat your veggies too," Madeline pleaded as her daughter sat with a pout at her almost empty plate, "Sweetie, come on. You want to grow big right?" Amelia shook her head as Madeline tried a new attempt, "Don't you want to be a strong dancer right?"

"Heroes don't eat peas!" Amelia declared and turned away from the spoonful of green her mother held to her, "Daddy! I don't wanna eat 'em!" Arthur looked up from his paper as he paused his left hand that held his fork, "It's 'I do not want to eat them' Amelia and Madeline let her be."

Madeline stared at her husband with a sad look on her face before looking at her daughter, "Sweetie, dancers AND heroes eat their greens," she insisted as Amelia seemed to perk up, "If you eat them, I can make those yummy burgers next time for dinner."

"Yay!" Amelia cheered and goppled the peas down from the spoon before turning to her plate to devour the leftover ones. Madeline smiled until she looked up to see Arthur's face, "I-Is something wrong Arthur?" she asked as she saw him stare at his fork that held a bit of the meat she had prepared, "...It's partly cooked," he glared as he rested the fork down and pushed his plate forward, "It's not cooked right Madeline."

Madeline stared at the barely eaten plate of her husband before silently looking down, "I'm sorry..." Arthur let out a grunt as he closed his newspaper and took out his cell phone that suddenly began to ring, "Hello?" Madeline stood up and began to clear the table as Amelia hopped down from her chair and ran off to her room, "I'll be right there." Arthur stood up and looked at his wife, "I need to go to the college for a meeting love."

"Do you want me to have tea ready for you when you get back?"

"No love I think I'll be sleeping at my office for tonight," Arthur replied and gave his wife a kiss on her temple before grabbing his briefcase, "I shall return in the morning. Make sure Amelia doesn't try to stay up playing those blasted video games of hers. Good night love." Madeline sighed as her husband quickly left the apartment, "...Good night Artie," she quietly called out as the door slammed shut.


Arthur didn't show up that morning when Madeline struggled to get Amelia ready for school the next morning.

"Mommy I want Daddy to do my hair!" Amelia demanded as Madeline struggled to not yank the hair brush hard through her daughter's hair, "You always do it badly!" Madeline sighed as she placed two hair clips that each had a red star on both sides of Amelia's hair, "Daddy isn't here this morning. He had to go to the school last night."

"Mommy why is Daddy always busy?" Madeline sighed and looked at the clock, "I don't know. He might have been forced to grade papers there after his meeting." Amelia yanked on her hamburger backpack on her shoulders as she watched her mother go to a large room with glass display cases. The cases all contained one pair of shoes of almost every style and color Madeline managed to get a hold of. Collecting shoes was the only hobby Madeline couldn't part with after she married Arthur.

When she was in college she used to play ice hockey at the local ice rink in her hometown, but after she married Arthur she quit the sport after her husband said it wasn't healthy for a young woman, especially his wife, to be out on the ice and ramming each other just to get a pluck. So Madeline instead turned to her other hobby of collecting shoes and it seemed to be the only hobby that allowed her to connect to Amelia who admired her mother's collection.

"Mommy wear the blue ones! The shiny ones!" her daughter called out happily as Madeline stood in front of the display case with blue shoes, "They'd go really well with your suit!" Madeline frowned at her daughter's choice, "Well they're too fancy don't you think?" Amelia frowned as well and considered a moment before coming into the room and reaching up to touch a display case holding a pair of dark blue shoes that had black roses at the toe.

Madeline smiled and nodded, "Good choice." She slipped on the shoes before picking up her purse and keys on the couch as Amelia rushed towards the door, "Let's go okay hon?" Amelia nodded and quickly followed her mother out of the door.


Madeline was printing out the last of her report at her office when her cell phone rang, "Is it Arthur?" She quickly looked at the caller ID before opening it, "Artie! I mean, Arthur are you home now?"

"Madeline keep your voice down," her husband lightly scolded her as Madeline picked up sounds of him being in the subway, "Did you drop Amelia off at school?" Madeline nodded as she replied, "Yes I did. When did you get off work? I can get off right now and meet you at the house to make you some tea-"

"Madeline listen to me first. I'm fine and I need you to do me a favor," Arthur quickly told her as it seemed he was stepping onto the train, "Amelia will be walking to her dance lessons today. I gave her permission, but I need you to follow her at a distance just to be safe. You do know where the place is right?"

"O-Of course Arthur I do," she answered a little taken back by the tone her husband was carrying, "So...Are you sure you don't want me to head-"

"For the last bloody time no, just look after our little girl okay Madeline?" Madeline gripped the papers in her hand as she paused a bit, Arthur was always using that tone of voice lately..."I might as well do as he says though...I love him." She heard Arthur sigh as she managed to speak, "I love you."

"I love you too Madeline," he replied before hanging up. The Canadian looked down at her cell phone before snapping it closed. She glanced at the clock to see that it was almost three, "Amelia must be heading out school now."

She quickly placed her report into her boss' box before running out of the office and heading down towards the subway. By the time it was three Madeline went off the current subway she was in and scanned the crowd of teenagers and some middle school children that occupied a bit of the platform she stepped off on.

She caught sight of Amelia hopping onto a train and she quickly ran inside of the same cart. It was somewhat empty, but Madeline had the tendency of being easily blending in and being undiscovered. She sat in the last seat at the end while her daugther sat near the doors. She watched her daugther quietly swing her legs up and down as her attention was directed to the comic book in her hands, occasionally Madeline heard Amelia giggle or let out a cry of triumph as she read.

It was at the last stop that Amelia finally got off. Quickly Madeline followed her daughter up the subway steps and soon noticed that her daughter was going the opposite direction of the dance building. Amelia turned a corner causing Madeline to run after her in full speed, "Ameli-AH!" A white car stopped quickly before hitting her causing her to fall onto the cold cement road, the driver honked at her as she looked up, "S-Sorry!" she stuttered loudly as she scooted away so the car could drive away without crushing her legs. She quickly stood up and glanced around to find Amelia.

Her blonde daughter was no where to be found.

Madeline rushed around the block, "Amelia...Amelia!" she called out as she looked around wildly. The streets were empty and there was no little girl with two red star hair clips with a hamburger backpack turning around the corner.

Not knowing what else to do Madeline ran towards the dance studio, the only place she hoped her daughter could be. "Amelia!" The children of the class looked up at the bewildered woman in surprise and started to giggle as their instructor turned to her, "I'm sorry Mrs. Kirkland," the teacher told her. "But Amelia didn't show up today."

Madeline's face flamed up in shame as she realized how embarassed Amelia would be next dance class, all her dance classmates would certainly point out that her mother was too protective of her and that she was still being treated like a child.

Heading down to the subway and soon straight down the blocks towards her house Madeline had no choice, but tell Arthur that Amelia had gone missing. Her husband would yell, call her careless, but all Madeline cared was that as long as Amelia was later found she would deal fine with her husband's scolding. "Arthur! Amelia is-"

In front of the door way was a pair of fading purple heels, Madeline lifted her head as she heard the faint sounds of a woman moaning and giggling. Arthur wouldn't be...No he couldn't have...She slowly took off her shoes as her stocking feet headed towards the stairs. The door to their bedroom was slightly ajar and Madeline caught sight of her dark blue heels, the shiny ones Amelia wanted her to wear on the foot of another woman.

"Oh! Mi amor!" the husky voice moaned out as Madeline realized the woman with her husband was his co-worker from the school, Anita, the Spanish Language professor, "Those shoes do look better on you then my wife," she heard Arthur say as Anita let out a louder moan. What they were doing caused the blood in Madeline's face to slowly drain as she heard the bed springs get louder and-"Mommy?" She glanced down the stairs to see Amelia look at her in confusion.

Madeline quietly hurried down the steps and grabbed Amelia into her arms before running out of the house.


"Mommy? Why'd we run out of the house?" Amelia asked as she bit into her hamburger as they sat in McDonalds, "Didn't Daddy-"

"Sweetie don't talk with your mouth fill," Madeline quietly told her as she fiddled with the straw of her drink, "...Amelia, do you love me?" Amelia blinked in surprise as she gulped down her food, "What's a silly question Mommy I do!" Madeline smiled until Amelia spoke again, "But...I love Daddy more sometimes..."

"I see," Madeline's smile drooped into a frown, "Say Amelia, can Mommy sleep with you tonight?" Again her daughter blinked her blue eyes to her in surprise, "Why?" Madeline looked out the window in sorrow, "So Mommy won't have bad dreams tonight. You're Mommy's little hero right?" Amelia smiled happily and nodded, "Of course Mommy! So is Daddy too!"

"Not anymore Amelia," Madeline thought sadly as her daughter finished eating the rest of her fries.

The two returned home around eight and by then Arthur had disappeared from the house again. Madeline made sure that Amelia was asleep before slowly walking into her shoe collection room, there on the shelf stood the heels Arthur had given to Anita to wear that afternoon.

She carefully held the heels in her hands and placed the pair onto her feet as she stood in front of the mirror in the room. The front of the shoes were pinching her toes together tightly as she walked back towards the display case, "They're too small..."


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