Disclaimer: I have never owned Hetalia. Evelyn is mine though.

Russia's chilling laugh filled the room.

"Da, comrade Amerika, it is easy to tell you have been staying with comrade England When it is summer, you will stay with me. The sunflowers will be so pretty." Evelyn twitched at the comment.

"I don't do well when given orders," she hissed. Arthur appeared, grabbing her arm and moving her slightly behind him.

"How about we compromise? You both will stay at my house for a bit this summer. The sunflowers you gave me, Ivan, will be in full bloom and I would love for you to see them." Arthur gave a light smile, his heart still racing from the stressful situation. Russia nodded his head before ambling away. Arthur's shoulders slumped as he let out a whoosh of air. He had just invited Russia to his home for no set amount of time. He was screwed.

A hush had fallen over the room while everyone held their breath. Arthur took a few deep breaths. Of all the nations to talk to Evelyn, Russia should've been the last on the list. His history with America was not all pleasant—who was he kidding? They had hated each other—and the English nation was afraid it might spark one of the American's episodes.

"Let me go!" she yelled. "I'm gonna nuke the damn commie to hell and back!" Evelyn's voice brought Arthur back to the here and now.

Did she even realize what she was saying? It was going to be like the Cold War all over again. They hadn't been able to get through a meeting without the two trying to kill each other. England dragged her from the room.

She stopped struggling once they were in the hall, but Arthur continued to half-drag, half-lead her down the stairs. The guards at the door looked up at the commotion Evelyn was causing as Arthur dragged her, but turned back to their work like it was a regular occurrence. He dragged her across the sidewalk and to the nearest pub. Grumbling, he pushed her into a booth a pretty bubbly brunette came up with a smile until she saw Arthur's face. Her smile disappeared and she quivered slightly. This was the lunch hour; she wasn't supposed to get scary people for lunch.

Arthur ordered for them and waited for their drinks. He went eerily calm, face going blank as he looked at her, blinking slowly. She started shivering from the creepiness. If this was a form of interrogation, Arthur was the master of it.

"Evelyn…"

"I'm sorry Artie!" she cried before he could really say anything. He was creepy today! "I tried to stay out of trouble, but then that guy just kept annoying me, but I knew you would be pissed if I started something. Then I just…snapped…but he started it!" she added the last hastily as if it would save her from blame.

Arthur gave her a blank look before sighing, pinching the bridge of his nose. He seemed to be doing that a lot since the American had come into his life. "Ivan did seem to be goading you, yes, but you should still be able to control yourself. For God's sake Evelyn, the man is twice your size; do you honestly think you could have won?"

The girl crossed her arms and leaned back against the seat. "Maybe…"

He stared at her.

"Okay, no," she admitted, "but I don't always think before I act. It just happens."

"That, I believe, is more than obvious." His tone was bored, borderline exasperated.

Evelyn puffed out her cheeks, but their food arrived cutting off any retort. They ate mostly in companionable silence.

When they had just about finished, Arthur asked her, "Will you behave for the rest of the meeting?"

She made a face. "Yeah." She did not want to find out what Arthur's idea of daycare was.

"It's 'yes'. Are you ready to go?" His tone hadn't changed any causing her stomach to curl with unease.

She stuffed a couple more fries into her mouth to make up for the feeling before nodding and saying, "Yes."

Arthur finally made a face though I might not have been the best change. He placed some bills on the table and led her out.

When they entered the conference room, everyone was staring at her again. Evelyn shifted uncomfortably staying as close to Arthur as possible without tripping him up. Some of the representatives seemed amused by this; Arthur was just annoyed.

They took their seats and the meeting resumed not long after. The American resumed her doodling looking up only when those present were preoccupied with another argument—this time between Israel and Palestine.

Matthew was looking at her. When their eyes met, he smiled reassuringly at her and she smiled back. He made a face at her and she stifled a laugh. The Canadian kept her entertained for the next couple hours and, surprisingly, no one seemed to notice.

The next day was easier. The delegates fought more not paying her nearly so much attention.

Everyone was packing up to leave. Arthur turned to address the girl under his charge only to watch the notebook covered in doodles fall from her limp fingers as she slipped from her chair her breath coming in shallow gasps. Evelyn pressed her hands against her ears; slowly her fingers curled into claws becoming entangled in her hair as she screamed.

The rest of the room fell silent, all eyes turning to the girl screaming in agony. England knelt in front of her as France, calling for China, and Canada both rushed to join him. Evelyn's eyes were clenched tightly shut as she continued to scream.

"Ai ya! What's wrong with her aru?" China asked joining their group.

"She's having an episode," England replied, "but it's worse than the others and I don't know what caused it."

"She's going to hurt herself like this," Canada interjected his arm held out awkwardly as if he wanted to stop her, but was afraid to touch her.

"Evelyn," England called. He grabbed her shoulders, shaking her as he tried again, "Evelyn!"

Her eyes snapped open, the screaming fading to whimpers. Tears spilled from the glazed orbs and Arthur could tell she wasn't really seeing them.

"Evelyn…?"

China took her wrist to feel for a pulse. The American flailed wildly forcing both nations back. She gasped and scooted backwards until her back was against the wall wedged in between two cabinets. Then she put her arms up blocking her face, protecting it from something only she could see.

Arthur followed her calling her name to no avail.

"We have to sedate her before she hurts herself." China informed him. Canada went for the first aid kit.

England had a feeling that wouldn't help her at all.

"Angleterre, try a different name."

A different name? What was the frog getting at? Then it hit him and a part of him feared what would happen.

"America!" he barked.

That elicited a reaction. She flinched lowering her arms and turning blind eyes toward him. "Sorry Dad, I didn't mean to…"

Arthur froze. Her voice sounded just like how he used to whenever Arthur had to scold him. England looked to France for help. The Frenchman motioned for him to keep going, to do something.

Tentatively, Arthur stretched out a hand tousling her hair just like he used to do when he was younger. "It's okay," he whispered.

She relaxed at his touch slumping against one of the cabinets, her breathing returning to normal. Arthur pushed a stray lock of hair away from her face breathing a sigh of relief and finding a small bit of joy from the almost imperceptible smile gracing her lips.

The bickering of the representatives was amusing to her and she even found some peace in it. Evelyn looked at the doodle she had been idly working on for the past hour. It was of Arthur gleefully firing a nuke at Francis. The two men were really no better than stick figures, but she was perversely proud of her mushroom cloud.

She swayed in her seat, the edges of her vision going black. She tried to call out for Arthur, but her voice wouldn't cooperate. Soon, she would black out.

Explosions and screams filled the air. Everywhere she looked there was blood and death. Another bomb dropped to her left and she shied away the shockwave knocking her from her feet. She couldn't catch her breath; she had to get up and run.

More bombs dropped. None touched her, but she felt each one as if they had. It hurt, oh how it hurt! She clutched at her head as pain bloomed fresh with each explosion, her entire body on fire.

She stumbled, landing by the body of a dead soldier. His entire left side was missing, the one remaining eye staring lifelessly, accusingly, at her. She screamed and scrambled to get away. Someone grabbed her, but she fought the contact retreating into an alcove wishing for the pain to stop.

The scene changed so suddenly it was staggering. She was hiding in a closet, but she also had the distinct impression that it wasn't quite her.

"America!" a familiar voice barked tinged with worry.

She flinched. He only called her that when she was in trouble…no, she had never been called that…

She reached up and opened the door tumbling from the closet in an undignified heap. She pushed stray strands of hair from her eyes looking up at her caretaker. He had just come back; he still wore his military uniform: the standard issue red coat with his pistol and sword still belted around his waist.

"There you are. Don't worry me like that again!" Arthur was angry, but it was the anger of a concerned parent, not his true anger. She had thankfully never been on the receiving end of that.

"Sorry Dad, I didn't mean to…" She hung her head. She didn't like worrying Arthur…no, that wasn't her, it wasn't her voice.

Arthur knelt in front of her tousling her hair and smiling. "Just don't do it again."

The simple gesture made her happy. As long as Arthur cared about her, she was content…no! That wasn't her!

The scene changed again and she was back to the familiar ending: the gunfire and men dying. She crawled to a clump of bushes (no, not there!) and then a gun was pressed to her back and the bullet ripped through her. Her vision was going black…

"I'm sorry…Iggy."

Evelyn bolted upright nearly smacking the Chinese representative—Yao? Yes, that was his name. She had been placed on a couch in one of the side offices.

Searching for Arthur, her eyes roamed wildly around the room until he placed a hand on her shoulder. He had been behind her. Contact with him alone calmed her and she lay back down willing her heartbeat to slow.

"Artie…" her voice was hoarse. Had she screamed in the real world? He handed her a glass of water which she greedily drank. Setting the empty glass to the side, she laid back down putting an arm over her eyes. "It's getting worse." A single tear leaked from the corner of her eye. "Damn it! They're getting worse; I felt it this time, Artie, I felt it and it hurt."

Arthur took her hand rubbing small circles into the back of it with his thumb. He had already explained to China about her episodes, but the older nation could find no reason for the sudden change.

"What did you see?" the Englishman asked.

"It looked like a war was going on. I could feel every bomb that exploded and there was this soldier…oh god! I can remember them now!" She stilled as if realizing something then sat up suddenly. "I saw you," she whispered locking eyes with the Brit. "It was so weird. You were dressed like a British redcoat and talking to someone you called America."

England froze. She could remember now, but she still didn't know the significance of her dreams. He could tell her everything now; tell her about the memories being dreams, about the nations, everything…but he just couldn't. "I'm sure it's nothing."

China sent him a look, but England brushed it off.

Evelyn shook her head. "It's not nothing! Artie, I've been having these dreams for months now. Either I'm going bat shit crazy or they actually mean something and I just haven't figured it out yet."

"I thought you had given up on all this?" Arthur asked more than a little worried.

"I did, but now that it's getting worse I want to know again because I'm not crazy and these dreams have to mean something!" She hugged her knees to her chest resting her head against them. "If only I could figure out why I'm having them…"

China gave him another look which England again ignored.

Arthur tousled Evelyn's hair again breaking her from the miniature depression. "Let's go home," he told her.

She nodded rubbing her eyes tiredly. There were times when she acted like such a child it was hard to see her as an adult. Arthur helped her up.

"Sorry Artie," she yawned. "I kept messing up your meeting."

He smiled. "No, you didn't."

The Englishman took her back to the house and put her to bed.

A/N: First off, sorry this chapter is so short and I made you wait so long. I got rather busy with end of semester papers and finals and such like that. Eh, college, what can you do?

Secondly, thank you to my beta Fall in Snow who fixes my characterization. You should check out her new super hero AU she has for Hetalia called Alfonso. The title has nothing to do with the story, but it's my favorite of the ones she's working on and Evelyn is in it!

Thank you also to all my reviewers. You guys are awesome, like Prussia awesome, no lie. Y'all make my day when I see the alerts in my e-mail.

Reviews are loved. Auf Wiedersehen!

A/N 2: Sorry for the re-upload, but my beta decided that I should just put this all together.