[Is it against the rules to not put this] Disclaimer [at the beginning of every chapter?]: I don't own Hetalia, nor the character design of Mexico.

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my wonderfully awesome best friend, Rukama. ;3/ she's awesome - www . Fanfiction u / 1577206 /

Look, here we are with chapter 3. I'm getting more excited as this story progresses. I hope you guys are too! I'm a little nervous because it seems I have some views from people from Mexico, and I really hope they're satisfied with how I portray Mexico.

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Amelia woke up a little earlier than she'd wished. She had many ideas and emotions going through her, but sleep seemed so unimportant right now. Unfortunately for her, the next meeting wouldn't be until later that afternoon. Giving her plenty of unplanned free time.

After much debating, she had decided she'd do all she could to fix up the crappy relationship Eduardo and Antonio had. Why? Well she was a heroine of course, it was her duty! She felt another burst of energy, after today's meeting she'd put her super awesome plan into motion!

Amelia headed for the bathroom, intent on getting ready for the day. She pulled out her iPhone and scrolled through the emails that had been recently sent to her, most of them were work related and she sighed. Was there ever a day where she didn't have to worry about her boss breathing down her neck?

She noticed she had also received a few text messages. The first one was from France, something about going out for breakfast. But she really wasn't in the mood to hang out with him, she only asked yesterday cause she was desperate for food!

The next text was from Arthur. How strange, he sent it to her really early this morning. "Amelia. I hope you know it was rude to run off without telling us. I'd greatly appreciate if you'd learn some manners." Amelia glared at her phone as if it were Arthur. Ass. But there was another text sent a few minutes after, "Forgive me, Amelia. That was uncalled for. Our behavior was childish, especially Francis'." She couldn't help but smile. "Have a good day." He was so weird.

She went back to checking her messages, and saw he had sent her one too. It was sent around the time she fell asleep last night. Immediately she remembered she was mad at Matthew, but she decided to read the text anyways, "Hey. I'm sorry about last night."

Amelia tossed her phone on the other side of the bed, if Mattie wanted to hang out with Cuba over her. Well fine. She didn't care. She grabbed the pillow nearest to her, and buried her face into it. She wasn't upset, she wasn't. So what if she didn't like sharing her brother.

Sweet Jesus. She was going to drive herself mad before the meeting even started! "Ugghhhh. Time for video games." she muttered and grabbed a PSP she had in her hand bag. She turned it on, it was time for hours of the best kind of therapy there was.

Matthew sighed, why did his sister have to be so stubborn? He walked up to her hotel door, because he was kind of worried about her. Sure she usually ignored him, but when it came to texting she was pretty good at replying back. But she hadn't responded to him at all since last night.

Just how angry could his sister be at him? It was just food after all. He sighed mentally, this was America. He knocked on her door lightly, hopefully she was in.

At first Amelia dismissed the knocking noise on her door, if it was France she wasn't interested. She had a funny feeling if she weren't this smoking hot he wouldn't pester her so much, hopefully he would come across Seychelles or Monaco and he'd go and bug them.

The knocking persisted. Amelia finally looked up from her PSP, who could that be? She tossed the gaming console onto the bed and thew the door open.

She was surprised to see Canada. "Mattie? What are you dong here?" he asked.

He sighed, "I came to see how you're doing….you haven't responded to my texts or phone calls. I was worried."

Amelia looked at him thoughtfully, she only remembered seeing the one text. She went back into the room and retrieved the phone that was on the bed. She looked over and quickly realized many text messages and missed calls flooded the screen, what could she say the game was really good!

She laughed half-heartily at him, "Sorry, Matt. I totally didn't see that. Hope you weren't too worried." Was she still mad at him? Yes. But she wondered if she should let him suffer for it.

He sighed slightly relieved, "It's okay. I would've came earlier...but Cuba insisted I stay with her."

Amelia resisted the urge to growl at the sound of Cuba's name.

"Mattieeee,..." she whined softly, "...let's hang out today?" she looked at him with a small smile. All she wanted was to stay his number one girl, was that so much to ask?

He looked like he was ready to say he couldn't, but after looking at her pout he sighed. "Fine. What are we going to do?" he asked not as enthusiastically.

She grinned, oh how'd she make him pay.

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Amelia walked back through the hotel doors, while it was fun to torture Canada at first she had other things on her mind. Honestly she was a little bored, or else maybe they would've stopped at another store.

Amelia walked through the entrance of the hotel letting out a content sigh while Matthew struggled to carry all the bags behind her.

Why did she need so much stuff? And it was so heavy. As much as he loved his sister, she could be a little annoying sometimes.

She glanced at her cellphone, the meeting wouldn't start for another hour. "Mattie, could you take that stuff up to my room? Here's the key. Thanks, love you!" she said simply tossing the key at Canada and walking away.

It was time to find Spain.

She wandered around for a bit, now what do Spaniards like to do in the meantime….nap? She knew Italy liked to nap all the time, and she heard they do that in Spain too.

"Stupid bastardo!" she heard someone yell out. She recognized that voice!

The Southern half of Italy walked in her direction and Amelia jumped into his path, forcing him to stop. "Yo Romano~!" she chirped.

He glared at her, great now he had to deal with America. While normally he enjoyed the company of a girl, and while America was extremely pretty. She was loud and annoying. "Che cosa¹?" he asked uninterested.

She grinned, "You see Spain, I was looking for him."

"What the hell do you want with that idiot?" he asked angered all of a sudden.

She laughed, "Oh don't get so possessive of him, there's enough of Spain to go around! I just wanted to ask him something."

Romano scoffed, "I'm not possessive of him! And he's in that meeting room. I don't give a damn who he talks too!" He pointed to a near by door.

Amelia grinned, "Thanks! But don't be too harsh on your boyfriend he's a sweet guy!" She rushed away giggling.

"THAT BASTARDO IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" Romano sputtered, his face completely red.

Amelia laughed, it was so easy to made Romano mad. And she was an expert at it, all she had to do was mention Spain. Amelia walked into the room and scanned over some latin countries she saw.

"Antonio!" she called. He looked up and waved upon noticing it was her. She walked up to him and took a seat, "We've gotta talk!"

He turned to her and smiled, "Oh? ¿Que paso?²"

She scanned the room and noticed all of the other latin countries were watching them. Geez, didn't they know anything about privacy!

She stood up, "Come on, you owe me some ice cream!" Whether he did or not didn't really matter, she just really wanted some ice cream!

He just grinned, "Uhhh, okay. But may I ask what we need to talk about?"

Amelia walked out the door, and he quickly followed her. Amelia walked faster than was necessary in his opinion.

"That's a secret!" she winked at him.

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Amelia took another lick of her strawberry ice cream, man did she love the stuff. Spain had told he wasn't in the mood for ice cream, but come on she was always in the mood for ice cream.

"So Amelia, what did you want to talk about?" he asked her, curious as to what was so important she had to drag him away from the other Latin countries. He decided to stay on her good side and talk in English.

"Oh right!" she said remembering the whole reason they were there, "It's about Mexico!" She licked her ice cream again.

"Mexico? Did something happen to him?" he asked a little concerned.

She shook her head, "No, don't worry! I just wanted to talk about your relationship with him. How are things going?" Her interest in the ice cream slowly faded.

Spain thought for a moment. He cared very deeply for his 'son,' but their relationship wasn't the best. He had inflicted much pain and hardship onto Mexico, he didn't blame Eduardo for hating him. "Ah...I suppose it is obvious that we don't get along well." he answered slowly.

Amelia pressed her lips into a thin line, Spain knew his relationship with Mexico sucked. "Well haven't you tried talking to him, maybe patch things up?" she questioned.

Spain frowned, something she wasn't used to seeing him do, "¡Por supuesto!³ I've tried talking to him many times, but he's always ignored me or brushed me aside..."

"Well of course he does! Think about it, you're always so cheerful and junk with everyone you talk to. He doesn't feel special or that you really care, maybe what you need to do pay extra attention to him. Like give him stuff or, or shower him in complements!" she added excitedly.

Spain smiled he hadn't really though of it like that, "That sounds like a great idea! I can do all that stuff, and maybe he needs hugs. Whenever Romano is angry I try to give him a hug….though he usually hits me after, I know he likes it!"

Amelia nodded, "Yessss! Whenever Arthur is angry or upset, I just hug him and he gets really happy. He calls me a "git" and stuff but I can totally tell he likes it!" Amelia stood up excitedly and dropped her ice cream, though that was the furtherest thing from her mind, "You should totally do that during the meeting today!"

"Great!" Spain looked at his watch and then stood up, "The meeting starts soon! We should head over before we're late."

They started walking back towards the hotel but he stopped, Amelia stopped too. "Somethin' wrong?" she asked.

"Amelia, why are you doing this? Why are you helping us?" Spain was really curious and her sudden interest with his and Mexico's relationship. Though it wouldn't the first time she butted in a relationship, trying to "fix" it.

She put a finger to her chin and thought. Why was she helping? Fixing their relationship wouldn't really help her.

She smiled brightly, "It's what heroines do!"

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America and Spain made it a few minutes before the meeting was supposed to start, but Amelia stopped Antonio from going in. "Wait!" she exclaimed, she motioned for him to be quiet and she slowly opened the door a crack.

They both peered in and watched as the other countries found their seats and talked as they waited for the meeting to convene. Amelia scanned over and soon she spotted the back of her target's head, "There! There's an empty seat next to Eduardo, go sit next to him."

Spain looked at her unsure, "I don't know, Amelia. I'm starting to wonder if our plan will really work."

Amelia scoffed, "Of course it will! I helped plan it, so it has to work!"

Antonio looked at her, his doubt was even more evident on his face. She sighed and pushed Spain through the doors, he almost fell forward but managed to catch himself.

Luckily only a few countries had paid mind to the strange entrance. He looked back at her biting his lip, Amelia smiled and motioned him forward. There was no way she was gonna let him back down now!

Antonio sighed and put on a cheerful smile. He walked over to Eduardo and put a gentle hand on his shoulder, "Hola, Mexico. Do you mind if I sit here?"

Mexico cringed when he heard his voice. He didn't bother looking up, "Go ahead."

Amelia hoped for the best, she made her way into the room. "Yo guys! You can start the meeting, I've finally arrived!" she announced the the whole room, though most people ignored her.

She huffed, "Hey! Pay attention to me!" Still no response. She out to show them a piece of her mind!

"Amelia, come sit down before you say or do something stupid!" England called to her.

She pouted and walked over to him, he was on the other side of the rather long table. What was up with everyone and not listening to her, she totally had awesome ideas and plans. She shrugged, this is why she was a super power and many of them were not.

She took a seat near Arthur with a huff. "So what'd ya do for dinner last night?" in mock annoyance.

He frowned, "I really am sorry about that. You did eat didn't you." he didn't give her a chance to speak, "What am I saying, you're America. Of course you found a way to eat."

She glared at him, "You're such a jerk."

"Alright, now that everyone's here we can get the meeting started." Germany, as their host, announced. Amelia sighed another boring meeting….she wondered how Antonio and Eduardo were doing.

She pretended to scribble notes down in the notebook she took out as she secretly glanced over at Spain and Mexico.

Spain hadn't had to courage to say anymore to Mexico when he first sat down. He noticed Amelia's eyes on him. She made eye contact with him and motioned towards Mexico. She was so impatient, it wasn't as easy as striking up a conversation with just anybody.

Spain sighed. "¿Eduardo, como estas?⁴" Antonio asked in a hushed tone.

Eduardo looked him in disbelief, now he had to deal with this asshole trying to talk to him. He thought about just ignoring him, but he was worried Antonio would make a scene if he ignored him. "Bien.⁵" he answered simply. Maybe it was enough.

"¡Fantastico!⁶ I hear you're having a little trouble back home, you're okay though right?" he asked.

Amelia grinned, this was the start of something beautiful, she just knew it! Introduction, small talk, confessions, tears, and BAM best of friends. Yes. Her plan was perfect.

Maybe it was too perfect….how would she get Mexico to thank her, if he didn't even know it was her plan. She wouldn't even get the chance to hang out with him.

Arthur put a hand on her shoulder, "America, are you okay? You seem….flustered."

Amelia looked at him, "Eh? Do I? …I was just….wondering where Mattie was?" As she let out her lame excuse, she did begin to wonder where was Canada. The meeting had been going on for a good ten minutes now.

Arthur didn't look convinced, "Right...Amelia, if there's anything you want to talk about you can tell me."

She laughed it off, "I'm okay, really. But thanks for caring Arthur." She smiled at him, yup, how she loved those sweet moments.

His face turned red, "I-I don't care. I'm just concerned because…. I can't have you slacking off for pointless drama!"

She rolled her eyes, she wouldn't let Arthur make her cause an outburst. Not today, Antonio could /not/ afford any distractions. She looked back, it seems they've progressed on their conversation.

This had been the longest ten minutes of Antonio's life, or at least if felt that way at the moment. He's tried time and time again, but Mexico didn't seem very interested in what he had to say. He wasn't even trying to make conversation, just giving him one word answers.

He looked over at Amelia, she was watching him again. He silently begged her for help, he didn't know how to improve this situation.

"Be affectionate." she mouthed out to him.

It didn't sound like a good idea. Eduardo already seemed annoyed enough as it is, he was afraid doing anything to him would set him off. But honestly he was desperate to try anything. He'd do something simple….like putting his around around him.

He lifted his arm carefully, like if he'd move any faster something bad would happen. It was now or never.

The door behind him swung open, everyone looked to see who had suddenly intruded on their meeting. Canada huffed, obviously out of breath.

"I'm so sorry I'm late. I had to help America get her stuff to her room, but I couldn't get it all to fit in the elevator. So I thought I could carry it all up the stairs, but getting to the 67th floor by stairs was a lot harder than I thought. By the time I got there I was so tired, I fell asleep!" he exclaimed.

Everyone looked at him surprised, there were a few murmurs questioning who he was. But Canada couldn't really hear the rest.

"A-ah. Well, not that you're here. Please take a seat, and we'll continue with the meeting." Germany motioned him towards the table.

No one noticed that he was missing. They forgot about him again. They hadn't even bothered to check on him to see if he were alright! He saw Amelia motioning him to take the empty seat beside her, and he begrudgingly walked over. This was her fault. He wanted to yell at her, tell her how she treated him wasn't fair. How she should give him the respect he deserved.

Maybe he could finally work up the nerve to, he didn't care what the others thought. He desperately wanted to speak his mind, he quickly made his way to his seat and sat down.

He took a deep breath, but it did nothing to stop the building frustration. He turned to her, the moment she faced him he was ready to let her have it.

But she looked at him with a sheepish smile, "I'm really sorry about that, Mattie. Next time call me. You know I'm your sister, and it's my job to protect you."

No matter how much he fought it he couldn't keep a small smile off his face, "It's okay." He forgot how sweet she could be. Theses were the times he really was glad she was his sister. He'd just wish she'd be kinder to him all the time. He sighed, at this rate he'd never be able to tell her.

Amelia turned her attention back to the two Spanish speaking countries, Mattie's little outburst had put them off track.

Spain had retreated his arm, after a small debate in his mind he realized doing so did not seem like the best of plans. He decided to try and make more conversation, maybe something he was interested in? He looked at Amelia's encouraging smile. "Say Eduardo, how are things with Amelia?" he asked.

Eduardo looked at him quickly, "What is that supposed to mean?"

Antonio smiled, this actually might work! This was the first response he got that wasn't just one word. "I saw you two smiling and getting along at the bar last night….together! You guys getting along, especially well? No?" Spain asked winking.

He'd had enough of this. Eduardo stood up from his chair and announced to those in the room, "Lo siento⁷, but I'm not feeling well." He pushed away from the table and quickly out the door.

Spain looked back at Amelia lost. She growled frustrated, it wasn't supposed to be like this. She quickly stood up from her seat, slid over the table, hopped down, grabbed Antonio's shirt, and dragged him out of the meeting room. All the while ignoring all the stares she was receiving.

"Hey! You can't all just storm out in the middle of the meeting!" Germany called out, but he was ignored. He signed, couldn't they have one meeting where they acted like adults. Immediately the room bursted out in murmurs and possible rumors being formed.

"England, it appears that a lover's spat has occurred between our eyes. And Amelia is involved. …..perhaps it's un menage a trois!⁸" Francis sneered from across the table, knowing it'd anger Arthur.

Arthur stiffened, "N-no bloody fucking way! She would never be involved with those too. Now belt up!" Though he had doubts in his mind.

Outside Amelia was dragging Antonio along, searching for Eduardo. "Antonio, what'd you say to him! I said be affectionate, not piss him off!" she huffed, she couldn't find him. Maybe he went back to his room, but she had no idea which room number he was in.

"Amelia." Antonio called trying to gain her attention, but he she ignored him. He tried again, "Amelia!" She seemed to be lost in thought. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her to a halt, "Amelia, esperate.⁹"

Amelia looked back at him surprised, "What is it?"

He pulled her hands into his, "I know you mean well Amelia, pero I don't think this is going to work out." As much as he wanted to fix his relationship with Mexico, he wasn't going to force Eduardo if he was not interested.

"B-but you can't just give it!" she exclaimed. She couldn't believe this was all the effort he was putting into this...was it really that bad….

"Gracias, Amelia." he let go of her hands and walked back towards the meeting room, and she watched him go until he was out of sight.

This was not good. Maybe she should just give up….she had already put in a lot of effort and it seemed to be going no where. "No!" she murmured to herself, there's still something she could do. Maybe she needed to approach this differently, she needed to find Eduardo.

Translations:

1. Che cosa? - What?

2. ¿Que paso? - What happened?

3. ¡Por supeusto! - Of course!

4. ¿Eduardo, como estas? - Eduardo, how are you?

5. Bien. - Good

6. Fantastico! - Fantastic! -hahaha/shot

7. Lo siento - I'm sorry

8. Un menage a trois - (from what I believe means) threesome/teehee

9. Esperate. - Hold on.

Heee. In total this story was 1, 200 words longer than the previous chapter./super proud of myself/shot

Hah. America came off as a brat to her brother. But don't worry, she won't get away with it...all the time.

And I'm aware today is Valentine's Day, well at least in my timezone, and this didn't really have any fluff in it. But don't worry, I'm building up to that point!

I don't have anything written for the next chapter, but I do have quick notes written about by hand. So I have an idea how the next chapter will move along. So bare with me!

Reviews are welcomed and loved.

Until next time!