Aki: The third chapter, already out. and I have no idea where this fic is headed. I might make it a Cold war fic (RussAmer) cuz that's my favorite pairing. I just have to see where this takes me! Enjoy everone!!!
Chapter 3:
England didn't know where he was going, but that didn't stop him from dragging her away. He was muttering things like, "Bloody tart… stupid git…always causing trouble for me… called Russia cute! Cute!" and other things along those lines.
"Seriously Iggy, you need to learn how to chill. You're gonna give yourself one of those brain thingies."
He stopped and glanced at her. "An aneurism?" he asked.
"Yeah one of those." She nodded solemnly. He blinked at her, surprised momentarily at how serious she looked. The moment was ruined however, when she looked at her hand still in his, and said, "Hey, you like it rough now, huh?"
He jumped. "W-what?"
"When I was younger, you were always gentle." She said, still staring at her hand in his. She looked up and gave him a cheeky grin. "So... has the pirate king Kirkland has surfaced?"
He sputtered and quickly dropped her hand as if it burned him, his face actually on fire. "Y-y-you and I and-ERGH!!!" He turned away from her and faced the wall. 'Calm down Arthur. She's just trying to distract you.' He placed one hand on the wall and the other was running down his face. 'She was so much easier to deal with before she wanted to expand.'
Arthur remembered the first time Alfred became Amelia.
XoXoFLASHBACK TIME!!!XoXo
He was maybe six or seven, and Arthur was checking on him one morning. And as he laid eyes on Alfred, he thought he looked a bit different. It wasn't until he started talking that he noticed anything amiss.
"I want French toast!" she squealed when she spotted him. The voice was much too high, even for a prepubescent boy. "C'mon, I want it, I want it, I want it! Now!"
"Who the bloody hell are you?!" he asked the girl-quite ungentlemanly like now that he thought about it. Her head tilted as she gazed at him. "And where is Alfred?!"
"I'm Alfred…I think?" she replied. Her eyebrows came together in confusion. "Right?"
"What?" he was just as confused as the girl in front of him. She perked up and ran to Alfred's bed. "Hey, I found this when I woke up! It was right next to me! Come see!"
"Wait, you have to tell me what your name is." He used the same tone that usually got Alfred to take his bath at night. It work 95% of the time and it would hopefully work on the girl. She frowned and said "I'm Alfred…I think."
"You're not Alfred!" he said hotly. Her eyes started to water.
"B-but you called me that last night." She looked up at him. "Did I do something wrong, bro?"
He stopped, mind reeling. Alfred was the only one that called him 'Bro'. This little girl wouldn't know that, unless she followed them around or something. But that couldn't be, half the year they were in London and the other half they stayed in one of the colonies. Not only that, but he had made her cry! What kind of gentleman makes a little girl cry? He felt like hitting himself. He glanced at her again to see the tears spilling over. 'A good right hook…in the eye…' he thought as he heard a pitiful sniffle.
"Alright…you say you don't have a name?" he asked. She nodded. "Fine…Ah…Ah-something…."
"Alexander?" she asked.
"That's a boy's name…Ah…"He looked at her. "Ah…melia?" he asked. If he remembered correctly, it meant industrious or maybe it was admiring? He couldn't remember at the moment, but it would come back to him eventually.
"Amelia?" she asked. "Really?" He nodded and she smiled. She looked down at the lump on her bed and said "My name's Amelia, baby, what's yours?"
"D-did you say b-b-baby?!" he yelled. She looked up quickly and the sound of crying came from Alfred's bed. "Oh, a ba-"He couldn't finish, because he crumpled into a heap on the floor. A week after that incident, Amelia turned back into Alfred, and they had given the child to the newly formed colony in the south. Amelia had named her Flora, so the people there called her Florida.
XoXoFLASHBACK TIME OVERXoXo
'Just a sweet little thing, she was. A slightly smaller headache than Alfred.' He thought. 'Then she got older and…'
"I don't even want to think about it!" He said loudly to the quiet and empty hallway. 'Empty…?'
Amelia was nowhere to be seen. "Where-? What-? ARGH!!!" he yelled as he stalked off to find the wayward American woman.
Back inside the conference room was a few notches below chaos. Everyone was off in their own little groups whispering and gossiping about the episode with the mysterious woman. With the exception being Russia, who was sitting by a window in something akin to a daze. Things like "…who could she be…where does she get the nerve… how could she get passed security...?" and of course, "She was beautiful…" flowed all around him, but he didn't pay any attention to the comments. ' немного подсолнечника said I was cute!' he thought with a faint smile. The smile was enough to make sure the countries that were still scared of him (which was the majority of them) left him alone with his thoughts. They were talking about the mystery girl. 'Was she a new country? No, she looked a little too old to be a new country. Perhaps she is a newly developed super power? That could be it. немного подсолнечника* is so very confusing.' He thought with a sigh. 'какая проблема* she will be.'
While everyone was talking, they didn't notice when the object of their conversations reentered the room. She looked around and saw all the countries were clustered, the biggest one being China, France, northern Italy, Southern Italy, Germany, Japan and Spain.
She got close enough to hear them without being noticed. It was then that she heard Feliciano say "What exactly is a harlot? Do you know, Germany?"
"Er, well, it's she was…uh…" it was adorable from her stand point, watching the big hulking country try to answer Feliciano's innocent question while becoming flustered.
"Idiota."Romano said. "It obviously means…" his cheeks started to turn the color of raw salmon…wow, she was getting hungry. 'I wonder what Kiku has to eat around here?'
"…Whatever Antonio tells you!" was what Romano finally spit out. She turned back into the conversation.
"What? Why would you pin this on me?" The Spaniard asked him.
"Just answer Feliciano's question!" Romano told him.
"Could it be a type of person?" Kiku asked, distracting them from the argument and probable fight that might ensue.
"I think so too, but would it be a good person or a bad one, aru?" Yao asked back.
"I can tell you what it means, mon bonbon*." Francis said. "Oui, it is a type of person, but not a good one. It means that she is a…" he leaned closer and so the other counties had to lean in also as did Amelia. 'I gotta hear what ol' froggy says.' She thought, still not noticed. "Femme desserrée*."
"Eh?" Came from the gathered countries. Amelia couldn't believe he would say it in French like that. And she couldn't help herself. She snorted at him. it was then that the other countries in the room realized that she was back. They all stared and she stared back. Francis was the first to react.
"Ah, I see you have returned, jolie dame. Faites-vous revenir pour voir mon visage elegant*?" he asked as he went for her hand. Russia stood up, an insult on his tongue when he heard "Non."
"Vous parlez le français?*"
"Just yes and no and if you don't step away from me, I'll kick your froggy ass back to France." She told him with a pleasant smile.
"Ah, Vous me blessez, l'ange chéri*."
"Tough titties!" she told him, the same smile still in place. She turned to Feliciano. "A harlot's a loose woman. Don't know why he was spouting that in French, probably from eating too many snails." Her stomach grumbled. "Hey, whose hungry?"
It was then that the door slammed open and an enraged England yelled out "AMERICA!!!"
"You called?" Amelia answered with a grin.
Aki: Here's the end...Traslastions!
Russia:немного подсолнечника-The little sunflower. какая проблема-what a problem
French:mon bonbon-My sweet. Femme desserrée-loose woman. jolie dame-Pretty lady. Faites-vous revenir pour voir mon visage elegant-Did you come back to see my handsome face? Vous parlez le français-You can speak french? Vous me blessez, l'ange chéri-You wound me, beloved angel.
BTW- Amelia is just how I envision America if he was a she. also if you go to youtube, and type in APH lil' miss swagga/er(i forget which :D), you'll find one of the videos that had a hand in planting the plot bunny for this perticular fic in my head. Because of those, and other things, Itachi is beating me over the head for something, but omly when Ivan doesn't scare him away!!!
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