Chapter 2:

"Whoa, Kiku really fixed himself up pretty quickly, huh Mattie?" Amelia asked as she looked out of the window and down below at the oncoming island. She was half kneeling in her chair to look down and take in as much as possible with her…rear in the air. Once both she and Matthew had boarded the plane he had told her she would have to put on some "Real clothes" once they landed. She promptly ignored him and went into thecockpit to see how far planes have come since the late fifties. That is until they almost crashed landed and the co-pilot and flight attendant escorted her to her seat so they could take off*.

"That was awhile ago Amelia, over 50 years in fact." Matthew told her. "Listen, at the Conference-"

"Waa, look at the tower!" she squealed, still not paying any mind to Matthew. "That was done last time I was out, but I didn't see it."

"Please, Amelia listen-"

"Ah, we're landing Mattie. Buckle up!" she told him sitting down and buckling herseatbelt. Canada sighed and did as she said, not trying to waste anymore energy for dealing with her than necessary. He looked at her and couldn't believe that she only had on a tiny pair of jean shorts and a button up shirt that she tied under her…impressive bust. At least it was buttoned up; Matthew sent a silent thank you to whomever for making her do that.

"Amelia, we've got a few minutes until the meeting, I think you should buy more suitable clothes for yourself." Matthew told her when he saw she wasn't distracted by something or other.

She blinked at him from across the aisle where he was sitting. "What's wrong with my clothes now?" she looked down at herself. She had on pants, and a shirt. There wasn't anything wrong with them at all as far as she couldtell.

"It's going to be a business meeting, sort of." He saw her about to argue so he quickly added, "I-it might even offend Kiku, and the meeting is near his house anyway."

Her face fell a little and she nodded as they touched down. Matthew quickly grabbed her as soon as he got the okay to leave from the flight attendant and he rushed to the car waiting for him. He said "Could you take us to a clothingstore please?"

The driver nodded and started todrive off. 'Hopefully we can get this stuff and get to the meeting in time to not be late.'He thought as Amelia alternated between cooing at something and exclaiming at the same thing.

England was pissed off. He wanted to get the bloody meeting over with already so he could go back home and finish his cleaning. Sure the fairies said they would work on it for him while he was gone but they would only do so much until they got bored, and that wasn't much. And of course they had to stall because that stupid git America had yet to show. And that other one too, what's hisname…Canada? Whatever it was, he'd been sitting here with the other super powers for almost- He looked at the clock near the door- 20 minutes! 20 minutes of time he'll never get back because Alfred decided he wanted to be late.

"Can't we start now?" France asked. With a dramatic sigh he slouched back into his chair as he flipped his hair just so it caught the right amount of sunlight, thus making it look like spun gold. He had been waiting for an excuse to use that particular move and the time had finally presented itself, thank God. "Cela prend loin à longtemps*."

"Well France-san, we need to-"Japan tried to speak but an annoyed England beat he to it.

"I say we start. If the bloody idiot wants to be late than let him!"

"England-san, that wouldn't be a wise thing-"

"Eh? We're starting? America isn't here yet."Italy spoke up. "Would that be fair to him?"

"It's his own fault for being late in the first place, it seems." Russia pointed out. He smiled suddenly. "Shall we get started then? I have many things to do today."

A chill went down everyone's spine as they laid eyes on Russia's smile. Japan just had to relent after that.

"W-well, you do have a point Russia-san. Um, let's-"

Just then the door burst open and a blond young man and woman ran into the room.

"We're here!" the young woman exclaimed as the young man stumbled after here. Everyone just stared at her, for two reasons: Her and her outfit.

Her outfit was…something else. She had on a bomber jacket eerily similar to the kind America always wore, and underneath that was some type of tan army jacket that ended at mid-thigh. She had some type of leggings on beneath that that stopped at her knee, and they could see she had on a white blouse with a blue tie that had white stars on the knot and red stripes beneath it and on her feet were a pair of brown mid-shin length combat boots that were laced up halfway.

While all the nations were speechless by her outburst and trying tofigure out who she was and what she was doing here, Arthur's head was reeling. 'That little tart is back totorture me again.'He thought.'What has that blimey idiot gone and gotten himself into that would make her come 'round?'

Amelia was oblivious to all the tension as she looked around the room, shooting from one spot to another. Until she laid eyes on Arthur, that is.

"Iggy!" she exclaimed with a smile on her face, a second before tackling him to the ground.

"Get off of me, you bloody harlot!" he shouted at her. He pushed at her head, trying to force her off of him. Last time she had touched him…He felt his face become a fireball.

"Aw, don't talk like that, baby-cakes. You know you love me!" she proclaimed as she squeezed his middle as hard as possible.

"L-let go of me!" he stuttered ah he kept pushing her.

"You're no fun." She said as she let go and stood up-without helping him up!-and he heard a "Like always." muttered under her breath.

All of a sudden, there was a large hand clamped on her shoulder. She turned her head as much as possible and saw a grey trench coat covered chest. Her eyes went a little higher and saw Russia was holding onto her.

"You willtell us who you are, da?" he asked her, tightening his hold on her. She saw his smile, but heard his threat. She found her head tilting to the side, even at such a difficult angle. 'He hasn't changed much.'She thought, pressing her lips together. She opened her mouth to reply. But instead of a confession of sorts, she said "You're kinda cute did you know that?"

Once again everyone was silent. Before England called "Harlot!"

She looked at Arthur. "What, it's true." She replied. Russia's hand on her shoulder had loosened after her statement, so she slipped from his grasp. Instead of walking away from him as any sane person would, she stood in front of him, hand on her chin, looking him up and down. Her glasses slipped lower the lower her head went, so she pushed them up with her index finger. She let her hand fall to her hip and nodded to herself. "I was right. You are cute!" was said with a smile.

England had enough. With clenched hands, he marched over to her, grabbed her arm and headed for the door. "Excuse me for a moment; I have a problem that I need to take care of."

"I'm a problem now?" Amelia asked as she allowed herself to be dragged away.

"You are when you're like this!" they heard him yell as he walked away.

"You know you love me Iggy!"

"Be silent, you insufferable little tart!"

Everyone was silent for the third time since the meeting began. Then the chatter started all at once. Except for Russia, who couldn't help but think, 'She said I'm cute.'

Aki: France said "This is taking far to long." And America/Amelia is so awesome(or ya know...stupid) that s/he can make a parked(?) plane almost crash!! XD

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