Aki: Sorry this is so short. But I was just staring at the screen not doing anything....yea.....LOOK BELOW!!!!!

Chapter 4:

There was silence for all of 2 seconds. Then various voices yelled "What?!?" in various languages. But Arthur didn't pay any attention to that. He started to stalked over to the blonde girl, thinking of doing something drastic. He didn't know what it was yet, but he knew it would be drastic.

"You...you...!" his face was red and he was at a loss for words.

"Who me?"

"Yes you!" he screamed.

"Couldn't be." She said then smiled. "Then who? Mattie stole the cookies from the cookie jar!"

"Please, don't include me in this Amelia." Matthew said from his semi-dark corner. England was about to say something that he would probably regret at a later date when he saw Russia make a bee line for Amelia. England took off for her to, but was too late. The large mass of muscle that made up Russia had reached her first. Arthur could see it now. Blood everywhere, a head in one corner the body that was previously attached across the room.

'She's going to die.' he thought as he stopped. 'He'll ring her neck, and if she dies then Alfred will defiantly die. How do you stop him Arthur!? Think damn you, THINK!'

Luckily for England and unluckily for Russia, and surprisingly for everyone else, Italy said, "Are you really America bella signora*?"

"The one and only!" she replied with a blinding smile. "Do I have to prove it?"

"What proof could you possibly have that will make us believe you, aru?" Yao asked.

She blinked at him and seemed to be thinking. She gave everyone watching a coy grin. "Who knows about Alfred's mole?"

"Don't you DARE!" Arthur said propelling himself further into the room. "You will show them no such thing!"

"Boo you." She pouted. "You're such a spoil-sport."

" You really are America, da?" Russia asked, his head tilted to the right and a thoughtful look on his face, his eyes not leaving her face.

"Why would I lie about it?" She asked. "I'm too awesome to be kept a secret, cutie!"

'That's defiantly America.' Was the collective thought throughout the room after she spoke.

'She called me cute again. Замечательный .' Russia thought.

"This is getting out of hand." Matthew muttered. Amelia was standing there, clueless to England's anger and-he gulped- Russia's growing infatuation. He knew he should've just skipped the whole meeting in the first place. He never should've answered his phone. He never should've hid when he heard his front door be smashed to smithereens. Hell, he should've just stayed in bed that morning. Nothing that happened here today would end well, he could feel it in his gut.

Meanwhile, inside of Amelia's pretty little head, things were…hectic. While he didn't really have a body, Alfred still had a little bit of consciousness left when Amelia was in control. That was how he could remember everything that happened to him while Amelia was more or less the boss. So he had heard when she spoke to and visited Matthew- "How the hell did you break the door down?!"- when they were on the plane- "Don't touch that switch!!!"- when they had gone shopping in Harujuku- "Not the pink one, blue, the blue one!"- and when she called Russia, aka 'That creepy bastard' cute.

"Are you mental?! Why the hell would you call that giant oaf cute!" Alfred yelled as loud as he could. He knew that she could hear him, cuz he could hear her sometimes when she was loc-er…sleeping yes sleeping- so it was only fair. Plus she didn't only do it once, but twice! As in more than one! As in two times!

'I only called him cute because you-'

"Here's a llama, there's a llama and another little llama!" Alfred sang above her so he wouldn't have to hear what she was going to say about him.

'Ahh! You're so cute!' he heard above him.

"I'm a man! I'm not cute!!!"

'But Ivan?' she asked making sure she got his name right. He nodded, so she continued. 'He's really cute. Don't you think, Al-'

"DO YOU LIKE WAFFLES, YEAH I LIKE WAFFLES!" He yelled.

She sighed. 'Why are men so complicated?'

"I'm not complicated!" Alfred yelled.

'Sure you're not Alfred.' She replied. 'And Frenchie's not a prev, and Iggy doesn't have massive eyebrows, and Ivan isn't cute.'

"Cuz he's NOT CUTE!!!"

'Denial isn't just a river in Egypt ya know.' She told him. That shut him up, so she turned back to the conversation going on around her. 'Oh, look at that. Iggy and Frenchie are fighting.' She thought as they rolled around on the floor.

"America?"

She turned a full 180 degrees to see…

"Hungary?"

"Ah, I'm glad you remembered me." The natural born girl said. She took a step closer to Amelia and walked around her, as if she were an experiment in a laboratory. She took a step back and nodded her head.

"This outfit, it is very…well…simply put, úgy nézel ki, mint egy kurva*."

"W-was I just insulted in a different language?" Amelia asked her. Hungary brushed off her question and replied, "I could make you much cuter, you know." She leaned in, bringing a hand to cover her mouth. "It might get the attention of someone whom you find cute." Amelia glanced at Ivan then back at Hungary.

"When can we make this happen?" Amelia asked, forgetting that she was just insulted.

"Whenever you wish it, édes*." She replied with a bright smile.

Amelia smiled back. "How about right now?"

"Csodás*!" Hungary answered. "Come, I know of some good stores here."

"Awesome!"

With that being said, both women looped arms and walked out of the conference room, unbeknown to the men in the room.

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Translations*- Russian: Замечательный- Wonderful

Hungarian- Csodás- Wonderful úgy nézel ki, mint egy kurva-you look like a whore édes- Sweetheart