Aki: Let's just pretend I already said it was summer in Japan if I haven't yet. I'm too lazy to go back all the way and put it in somewhere.

Chapter 5:

The first to notice that anything was amiss surprisingly wasn't England OR Austria. It was Germany who noticed anything wrong with the room. It was just as England and France were separated that he turned to survey the room. He noted that America was nowhere in sight, but thought 'She's probably in the bathroom.'

But when, after another minor scuffle between the two countries five minutes later, she didn't pop up again randomly, he started to grow…wary? No that wasn't it. More like… scared for the future of the world. Who knew what would happen to them all if America… well if she did anything really. It could start the chain reaction that could bring about apocalyptic circumstances. Or something along those lines. Who would know with the American involved? He shook his head slowly, before he heard "Elizaveta?" It was Austria, looking around for her. He got closer to Germany and asked if he had seen her.

"Er, no not since I got here."

"I saw her Austria!" Italy told him. Loudly. "She took America with her, out the door!"

Everyone heard that.

"What?!" England cried, pushing the annoying Frenchman away from him.

'My poor city.' Kiku cried internally. 'America was hard enough to deal with when he was a he! What would she do now that she was an actual she?'

"Did you see where they went, Italy?"

Everyone looked at him expectantly, not noticing that Russia slipped out the door.

"…Not a clue!" he announced to them all with the biggest smile he could muster. Everyone shook their heads at his answer and deflated a little bit, before England turned to Japan.

"You'll help me look for her, won't you?"

"Wha-?"

"Who knows what she'll get herself into and I don't know my way around." He explained. "Please, Kiku."

"Uh-er-"

"Worry not, Arthur. I will help you find le petit ange*." Francis said throwing his arm around Arthur's shoulder.

"Don't touch me, you bloody frog!" Arthur said pushing the offending appendage off of him.

"Do not worry, England-san. I will help." Japan said quickly, hoping to stop another fight before it began. "Please, let us be off."

So Japan and England left, followed by Austria who was looking for Hungary, both north and south Italy, Spain, Germany, France and China, because they didn't want to miss the fireworks when England finally exploded.

Meanwhile back at the ranch… no, there is no ranch. So sorry. ANYWAY!

Amelia and Elizaveta were hard at work finding the perfect outfit. They were in Shibuya, and went to several different clothing stores. Elizaveta could see that shopping for the American would be a bit of a chore after they visited the first store. Amelia went to the brightest thing in the store, it being a halter top that was neon yellow. It made Elizaveta's eyes water, and she said as much. In Hungarian of course, she didn't want to hurt the poor girl's feelings too much after all.

"No, túl giccses*." She replied before going to the next rack of clothes.

"Ha ha, there it goes again, that feeling that I was just insulted in another language." Amelia said before putting the shirt back. "Huh…Arthur used to like it when I dressed flashy. Said it reminded it of his pirate days." She muttered to herself. But of course Elizaveta heard her.

"Oh? Do tell." She prodded looking up from the clothes rack momentarily.

"No, don't tell!" Alfred cried. "Don't you dare tell! Arthur will come after me, cuz you know he won't fight you!"

"Well, it was a looong time ago." Amelia began. "But it was like, it reminded him if the wenches he met whenever he was in port…I think."

"I told you not to tell!" Alfred yelled making her wince.

"Is something wrong?" Elizaveta asked noticing her wince.

"Just a little headache."

"I'm a headache now?"

'Yep, you sure are. And if you don't shut-up, I'll –beep- and –beep- and –beep- Ivan ALL NIGHT LONG!'

In her mind she got a split second glimpse of a red faced Alfred, before he screamed "NOOO, HE'LL DEFILE MY AWESOME BODY WITH HIS COOTIES!!!!"

"Ah-ha! Kiválóan*!"

Amelia looked over to see what Hungary had picked out, but the other woman was already across the store looking at something else.

"Hey what is it?" She asked. "I wanna see it!"

"I wouldn't mind seeing you in it if it is anything like what you have on now."

She turned quickly to see...

...Prussia standing behind her. The first thing that came to mind was 'What the hell is he doing in Japan?' So she asked him.

"What the hell are you doing in Japan?" she asked him.

"That is not-"

"It can't be because of the conference. You're not a world power anymore." She said not bothering to stop when she saw him deflate a bit. "Did Germany have a plus one ticket here or something?"

"No, he did not!" he said, cheeks tinted pink. "I am here on vacation." He suddenly grinned. "Why don't you spend it in the company of someone as awesome as me America?"

She blinked. How did he know she was America?

As if reading his mind, he said "Do you not remember when West and I helped in your war of independence? The night we spent in the infirmary tent, remember?" he leaned in closer. To close for comfort.

And she did remember. She took over for a short while when Alfred became too stressed to move. She worked as a nurse with some of the other women that followed the soldiers, and had remembered treating Gilbert for a bullet wound to the thigh. From what she could remember of that night, she had treated the wound and got plastered with him from the whiskey she had used, to both dull his pain and disinfect the wound. She had woken up the next morning half naked and hung-over with the Prussian nowhere in sight.

"Yeah, y'see, that one time I don't even remember was a mistake, okay." Amelia said taking a step back away from him. "So, yeah if you could just, I dunno , go away!"

"Why would I do that, wenig Schönheit*? Ah I know, we could always finish where we left off."

"Where we- what?!" Alfred screamed. "What the hell Amelia?!"

'We didn't do much.' She told him.

"We barely did anything!" she whispered out loud, furious at what she was hearing. She was a one man kind of girl…when there wasn't alcohol involved. Most of the time. But what she didn't have to say anything else, because she saw who was heading there way beyond Prussia's shoulder. With a smile, she told him "Arschloch gehen sie sie weg*."

"Ah this is where you vanished to немного подсолнечника*." Russia said as he stopped behind Prussia. "You are not having problems with this one, are you? Should I do persuade him to leave you alone?"

'Should I continue to stare at this awesomely beautiful woman that's actually worthy of my advances, or face the wrath of the hulking behemoth behind me. Entscheidungs entscheidungs*.' Gilbert thought as he straightened his back. Turns out he didn't have to do either. Hungary decided for him. While she was still unnoticed, she stealthy pulled out one of her smaller frying pans that she carried around if things ever got distressing when she wasn't at home. She lifted her arm and took aim, letting it fly in a graceful arc and watching with satisfaction when it landed on the crown of Prussia's head.

After he went down, she quickly swooped in, handing Amelia a dress, sunhat and sandals.

"Here, go and change. We will be waiting outside."

"Um, wha-"

"Siet mentén most*, sweetheart." She said pushing her towards the dressing room. With that done, she rounded on a surprised Russia and unconscious Prussia. "Come, we are going to wait for her outside." Russia let himself be ushered outside somewhat wary of the woman pushing him, and since he went out first he saw when Hungary went back inside for Prussia; he got to see him get knocked into some table displays on the way and that made him feel better about not getting to do anything to him he had the chance. Then he looked around, and spied something he would like.

"Excuse me for a moment." He said before crossing the street. Hungary smiled when she saw where he went.

"How's this?" Amelia said from behind her. She turned, and the smile already on her face grew wider.

Amelia stood before her in her new outfit, and she looked positively adorable. (In Elizaveta's opinion, anyway.)She had donned the sundress Elizaveta picked out, which was a pale yellow strapless number that stopped just below her knees, and hung straight down. There was a sky blue ribbon that tied in the back right under her bust that one of the shopkeepers must have tied because the ribbons weren't trailing on the floor. On her feet were a pair of yellow polka-dotted sling back wedges that gave her about three extra inches to her total height. The sun hat, that she had on sat on the back of her head, so her cowlick was free to stand at attention proudly was white and had a blue band wrapped around it, as well as small sunflower pin attached to it. The brim was wide enough so that if she were to pull it down, it would protect her face from the sun, as well as hide it if she was blushing. She didn't have any make-up on, but she really didn't need any at the moment.

But before Hungary could tell Amelia her own opinion, she was stopped by a small gasp. Russia had come back, and in his hand held a small bouquet of sunflowers. He was staring at Amelia as if he wasn't sure she was real.

"I'll head back now, Amelia. It was pleasant spending time with you, despite how short said time was. Viszlát és sok szerencsét*." She said as she dragged a still unconscious Prussia away.

"Oh, right. G'bye Elizaveta." Amelia called not turning from Russia.

He suddenly smiled and gave her the sunflowers. She accepted them with a smile and when he offered her his arm with a quiet "Shall we?" She didn't hesitate to take it, much to Alfred's (False) dismay.

Aki: So how was it? About the thing with Prussia, I read that some Germans, Prussians, Frenchmen and even Russians helped America out during the Revolution. It's great what you can find when you're doing research XD! Also I read in a scan of the manga that Hungray attacks with frying pans! How epicly awesome is she!!!

*Translations:

Hungarian: túl giccses- too trashy. Kiválóan-Perfect. Siet mentén most- Hurry along now. Viszlát és sok szerencsét- goodbye and good luck!

German: wenig Schönheit- little beauty. Arschloch gehen sie sie weg- Go away asshole. Entscheidungs entscheidungs- Decisions, decisions

Russian: немного подсолнечника- little sunflower