Note: a Little America X Amelia Earhart, if you don't like it than please ignore.

Chapter 9

America's POV

I sat next to Matthew rolling my eyes at how depressed he was. He just sat there, all the light in his eyes were drained. He seemed to just sit there staring off into the distance. He said nothing. He never moved. He just sat there. Mother, still babying him, asked Ukraine to leave the room, thinking it may make him feel better. I groaned.

"C'mon, bro, think about it, it is so much better this way," I said. "Now you can do whatever you want to her and she won't shoot you down."

"S-she…she's gone," he said, staring at the floor, still drained.

"No she isn't she is in the hall, waiting for you," I joked. He said nothing, I knew what he meant but it seemed he didn't find it that funny. He just looked away, I saw his lavender eyes linger on the frame of the door Ukraine had just exited a few minutes ago. I didn't understand it, he seem like he wanted her here, he needed her here, yet she kept her as far away as possible from him. He took her soul; he was her master, why didn't he want her. He showed me how hurt he was by her death, he told me that he loved her, why did he not want to be with her, this is what he wanted, he didn't want her to die, and now, thanks to Mommy Dearest's magic she is walking around, almost fully alive, what is his problem? I walked out of the hall, and found where Ukraine was standing, Italy next to her. Mattie kept Italy so close to him, but why? He was just a servant, a peasant, we were kings.

"Ukraine, come with me," I ordered.

"Yes, master," she obediently. She followed behind, I thought I saw a bit of worry pass through Italy's eyes, but it quickly vanished. It must have been my imagination. I walked to my bedroom. I wanted to speak with Ukraine, but I didn't want Mattie to hear. I doubt he could pay attention to anything, what with how depressed he was, but still I didn't want to risk it. When we were in my room, I shut the door and turned to her, she stood there in the middle of the room, with the same blank look on her face that all the servants had. I looked her over; I guess I could see why Mattie liked her. She has an amazing rack, but other than that she looked plain, Mattie was into the natural look. I have to say though, I liked her sister better, she was gorgeous, had a great body, and was of course insane, but who doesn't like a girl with a wild side, only problem was, she hated me and was in love with her brother, something I really couldn't compete with, though of course I did try. I wonder if that would be different with a servant, I guess it could be work, one of the great things about servants is that they will do whatever you tell them, even when it comes to sexual needs, something I think Mattie should take advantage of.

"What exactly is your relationship with Mattie?" I asked her.

"He is my master, and the keeper of my soul," she responded. I could hear the clear difference in her voice, she still had her accent and her voice had not changed, but all the life in it was gone, she was like a robot, I saw why Mattie was depressed, it was not her body, and looks that he was in love with, it was her soul and personality, that is what he had meant by "she's gone", I felt a twinge of guilt, I had not realized that.

I cringed as the memories of losing a loved one broke through the shell I had worked so hard to put around it. The memories flood to my head. I had been there. I had went with her on this flight, this was the first time she actually let me fly with her, oh how beautiful she looked, with joyous spark in her eyes as she worked to do the unthinkable. Now she was a woman with a wild side. She loved adventure, and she had a personality that even if you didn't agree with her view, you still fell in love with her in minutes. She was the true definition of a heroine. She was a woman like no other; no women in time could ever have spunk, and bravery like hers. She was Amelia freaking Earhart! If you ever called anything impossible, she would look you in the eye and prove you wrong, and that is what I love about her. I loved her boldness and I loved her spirit. She was the only human to ever touch my heart and I never wanted to let her go until that one day.

We were flying towards America, and I could see the excitement in her eyes, we were almost home! We had just spent the night at Australia's place drinking and eating, so I assumed we were in the Pacific Ocean, I suppose it may have been the hangovers we both had, that made her forget to fill the plane up with fuel, but I still should have reminded her. It wasn't until we were in the air that she began to notice just how low her tank was, she lowered of the air looking for any island nearby, but the fog was too thick, we could see nothing, it got to the point that the plane was now out of gas, and we were quickly plummeting toward the deep hazardous ocean, Amelia, thinking ahead, steered the ship to try an lighten the fall maybe get the plane to float, that didn't work, the plane quickly plummeted in to the water, and within seconds, the inside was fill almost to the roof with water.

"Don't worry sport," she said smiling at me. "We'll get outta this."

"How, we don't even know where hell we are, as we plummet in a metal plane to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, we'll never be able to survive this," I told her, I took her hand in mine under the water, I knew we were gonna die, and she had to believe it to, but I knew that if I died, I would die with her, we would die together.

"Never say never old friend," she said she smile, a spark in her eyes, as she scooted closer to me, kissing me one last time, I barely noticed as the plane finally filled with the ocean's water. After the kiss was over I open my eyes to find hers open too. The ocean was dark, but the light on the plane was alive enough for me to see her, for me to see that remaining light in her eyes disappear as she died, she drowned at sea, in the thing she loved most, a plane.

I was a nation at the time, and while I still kind of new, I still had the thing every nation had, immortal life, though at the time I didn't know it. I stayed with her for a few seconds, my lungs screaming in protest saying I needed to breathe, I may not be able to die a human death, but that didn't mean my body wouldn't hurt like hell in doing so. As I watched her body float gracefully in the water, I heard her voice, as clear as day, as if she were sitting right next to me whispering in my ear.

"Adventure is worthwhile in itself, go on and live your life Alfred, and don't let your adventure end because of me," she said, her voiced sound like a mother's happy sigh, though it did not come from her floating body, it calmed me and warmed me, I felt the strength I had been lacking moments ago fill me. I left her body, all while regretting it, and then swam to the shore of a nearby island named Howland, from there I flagged down a few lost fishermen and had them take me to Australia where I caught a flight back to my place. I called England when I got home, and while he had felt bad for me, having felt it before himself, he told me it was best that the world not know of my relationship with Amelia, so together we made up the story, she had disappeared, with a fellow named Fred Noonan, who was her navigator. The world at first called out our lies in shock, but eventually came to terms as they found pieces of her plane; the bodies however are still missing to this day. I remembered after she died the look in my eye that I seemed to carry for so long, the hopelessness on my face, the look that now mirrored Canada's expression. I had hurt him, the way no one should be hurt, especially by his brother, only he got a bit of a second chance.

"He loves you, right?" I asked her, snapping back to reality.

She looked at me, her face blank, but she tilted her head.

"Love?" she asked.

"What are stu-," I froze, me losing my temper would not help. "Surely you must remember what love is."

She looked at me still blank.

"I am sorry master, I have failed you," she said.

"No, no it is not your fault," I told her, I should expect that she doesn't remember emotions, she has lost all feelings emotionally, why would she understand them now?

"What do you remember from your human life with Mattie?" I asked her.

"We were friends," she told me, her eyes wandered away from me, an oddly human reaction, it surprised me.

"Don't be afraid, Kat," I said taking her hand and smiling at her. "Tell me how you really felt about my brother, you will not get in trouble, I promise."

"I remember him kissing me and…" she cut off. I stared in amazement as I saw a bit of color flash into her body as she thought of her memories, he eyes seemed slightly bluer and her face seemed distant. "Whenever I was around him…I had this odd feeling, I still have it now, I am sorry master, but I don't know this feeling, I do not know the answer." The color left immediately as she began talking to me again. I stared in shock.

"Thank You Ukraine, that is -," I began to say until the door opened interrupting me, I was about to shout at whoever it was for interrupting when I saw Lithuania walk in. I softened a bit, he was my first, and I was way too easy on him, but I guess him being my first created made him special to me. It made me wonder about the thing with Ukraine, if I could get him to feel some of his past would he begin to come alive too?

"Master, sorry to interrupt you, but Poland and I have arrived with Belarus just like you ordered, Poland is holding her in the throne room," he said politely.

"Excellent," I said unable to fight my smile, "go help Poland, I will join you in a second." I turned to Ukraine.

"S-sister," I heard her whisper, her face was blank. I felt bad for this girl that my brother loved so much; she had been through enough today.

"Ukraine, go wait in Mattie's room," I told her.

"Yes Master," she said before bowing and leaving the room. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. I was going soft, look what Mattie has done to me. I walked back to the throne room and found Canada who was kneeling before Natalya who was pinned to the ground; he looked up at me with a dead look in his eyes and then left the room. Why couldn't he just embrace the souls and take the easy way out? Why did he left his feelings control him? Why did he make this harder for us?

So this is a somewhat quick chapter, sorry for all the Nation, human references, I know that is not everyone's cup of tea, but I promise that will be the end of it. I actually only added it in as a birthday/Christmas present for my best friend Tia, and yes I know it is late, but her birthday is in January, and I wanted a time in between the two, yes this is not the exact halfway point, but it is close enough for me. I promise more action next chapter.

And btw don't listen to Al he doesn't know what he is talking about with the servants and why they feel emotion, though I guess he is close, somehow I just happened upon him making the discovery that they do have feelings and well his reasoning came out, though I guess that could work for why they feel emotions, I don't know the reason I came up with in the beginning is much more cornier than that, so I might leave it * is confused and tired* tell me what you think. Review~!