Me: Yullo! I'm Baaaaack! C: And colorful! *Poses Heroically *

Erik: Oh shi-

Frothy: *Glares* Don't utter another syllable

Erik: Or what?

Frothy: *Throws glitter*

Me: GLITTER *Glomps Erik*

Erik: *Blushes*

Frothy: Someone likes Le Glomp ;D

Me: GERMANY! ^O^

Germany: GLITTER! *Glomps*

Frothy: GERMAN SPARKLE PARTY! ^O^

Me: ^O^

Germany: ^-^#

Amelia was on a very thin line of consciousness. The only thing that kept from dosing off was due to watching a horror film on her iPod. She was paranoid some weird guy would nap her and chop her into some nice tacos. That and one of Earth's friends was to pick her up.

"Muuuuuuust survive!" Amelia moaned. Just as she was about to pass out, an excitable voice called out to her.

"Are you Amelia, ve~?" asked a man with squinted shut eyes. Amelia nodded my head drowsily.

"Yup, that's me" The man grabbed Amelia's hand and shook it vigorously. It was a surprise how cheery he seemed at 1 am.

"I'm Italy!" He grabbed Amelia's two suitcases and ran over to a small blue car. Amelia looked at Stripes, who was sleeping peacefully on her shoulder, and sighed. Amelia jogged over to the car and buckled up. Italy looked at Amelia through the rearview mirror.

"Let's go!"

Let's just say the car ride or joy ride consisted of almost running over a chicken with it's head cut off across from KFC, getting some donuts, Stripes trying to jump out the window in a suicidal attempt to flee the car, Amelia and Italy sticking their hands up in the air and cheering. How he managed to lose the whole squad of FBI agents will remain a mystery to even Sherlock Holmes.

Italy swerved into a parking space with the gracefulness of a drunk bunny.

"That was so fun!" Amelia shouted, running out the car.

"Can I borrow your hat?" Amelia turned towards Stripes, her head titled

"What for?" She asked handing him her blue cap.

"I'm going to barf" Amelia clutched her hat to her chest protectively.

"BLOODY HELL NO, WEIRDO!"

"SHUT ZE HELL UP! YOU VEIRDOS!" Shouted an angry, German accented voice.

"Quick! Get inside before Germany comes and yells at us, ve~!" Italy took hold of the two heavy suitcases and ran into the house like there was no tomorrow. 'Whoever Germany was he definably doesn't sound like a guy I want on my bad side' Amelia thought, running after Italy.

Me: Thank you all for reviewing!

Erik: *Glares*

Me: Are you still mad that I locked you in closet with Russia?

Russia: That was fun, Da?

Erik: O.O

Me: Russia! How you'd you escape my Imagination box?

Russia: I'm Russia O.O