This part is sort of a different take on "Arnold's Hat." Amy belongs to SEGA Corporation and Helga belongs to Craig and Nickelodeon.
Amy and Helga: The Right Thing
"You did what?"
A large but still feminine hand clamped the pink Mobian's mouth shut, the owner of said hand glancing around intently before looking back at her companion with a cold steel glare.
"Criminy, Pinky, do ya want the whole neighborhood to hear you?"
Amy merely slapped Helga's hand away, huffing indignantly more at the younger girl's misdeed with a certain article of clothing than the girl's offhand idea of keeping a person quiet.
Helga threw her hands in exasperation at Amy's reaction.
'Sheesh, I've heard this chick go gaga over Blue Boy ever since she showed up here...and now she wants to follow the football head's example?'
"Oh for Pete's sake, Ames, don't tell me you wouldn't have done the same with something Blue Boy lost!"
The blonde could only smirk at first as Amy gasped at her words. Indeed, the uncanny similarities in drive that the two girls of carnation each held for their green eyed angels—and therefore supposed hypocrisy in one of them denouncing the other's actions—would no doubt convince Amy Rose of the futility of arguing against Helga's decision to take Arnold's tiny, blue hat.
'Hah, sorry, sister, but no one gets the up on Helga G. Pataki in an argument!'
Indeed, the carnation hedgehog even closed her eyes solemnly and tore her gaze away from Helga...almost as if she was admitting defeat.
Such was not the case...
Helga, just on the verge of giving Amy a sarcastically fond farewell, paused in mid-rotation at the sound of the Mobian's soft voice.
"You know something, Helga? I have done stuff like that before with stuff Sonic's lost and I've found." Deep within her tone was a solemn quality interlaced with undercurrents of gentleness and understanding.
In the few months the two girls had gotten to know each other, Helga had come to recognize such a heartfelt tone...the kind of tone Amy only used when she let her own heart do the talking.
In all honesty, the blonde could easily relate. Heck, she used that same kind of tone herself numerous times before whenever secretly exclaiming her love for uniquely-headed "love god."
But this time had a slight difference...Amy wasn't hiding that tone and emotions woven within it from the public...at least not from Helga.
Green eyes returned halfway as their owner shifted her vision back to the attentive blonde. There was no mistaking the unexpected dreamy smile on Amy's muzzle!
"'Cept...I only kept the little things that never meant much to him or that he wouldn't miss— his napkins, torn up gloves, locks of his quills, even chewed gum," continued the teen hedgehog in frankness. She put her hands behind her back as she proceeded with her confession, but never took her eyes off Helga.
"I could never take away the things that mean so much to him. That would be too much like taking away a piece of his soul away from him! It would be unfair to him...and it would be unfair of me to do that to him, love or no love!"
And Amy would not have her love for the Azure Wind otherwise! Yes, that's right, Amy Briar Rose may be passionate, she may be obsessed, and, hey, maybe she is a tad crazy...but, dang it, she wanted Sonic's heart and she wanted it in a way that she'd be repaid in love returned!
Call that weird or being forceful, but Amy knew where her morals were!
'I just hope Helga understands what I mean, though.'
Actually...Helga, when Amy looked back up, did seem to be listening, so that, in itself, was a promising sign. However, it didn't necessarily guarantee that the pigtailed child had been seriously contemplating the words being spoken to her.
Amy merely sighed, not annoyed but rather amused by Helga's unawareness of her own naïveté.
'One more shot...then I'm leaving the rest to her.'
"Helga, if you really do love Arnold," the carnation furred female, hands clasped as if in prayer and that same dreamy smile from before returning to her face, urged softly, "then you'll think about how much that hat really means to him and do the right thing."
No more left had to be said, Amy knew that much. So, without so much as a single goodbye, the pink Mobian turned on her heels and strolled away from the Pataki girl as easily as a leaf blows in the autumn wind...leaving a bewildered and speechless blonde to her own thoughts and ever so allegedly nonexistent yet so very annoying conscience.
Aforementioned blonde suddenly kicked the ground in frustration after a few moments of deep silence. Her scowl said everything.
"Oh...criminy...!"