Me: I apologize for not updating because we sold my house and was busy moving stuff so didn't have time for writing.
Me: Yes LunaWing118, I understand if you're confused since I didn't explain very well... Jake is one of military's commanders, but he left the military and started his own. He has many followers and has a goal that will be revealed later. I'm glad you asked because I bet many others are probably confused too, and I know! The plot was awesome, it was a really cool idea which I'm proud of! Thanks for the reviews too! Now that I explained Jake, it's time to continue the chapter!
If any of you have questions, please ask!
I do not own Hetalia, blah blah blah...
CHAPTER 5: WHERE DID SHE COME FROM?
"What should we do with him?" France asked. He was starting to get concerned for the young nation.
"At least he is unconscious aru." China said.
"That's a good thing?" England asked.
As everyone continued on with their talking, Canada walked out of America's room with concern etched onto his face. He sighed as he walked up to the other nations.
"Is he ok...um..." Germany began saying, but he was having a hard time remembering a certain someone's name.
"Canada. I'm not sure, he still isn't awake yet...though I did notice something strange." Canada said.
"What Matthew? What is it?"
"Well...his eyes, they were a different color than they usually are." Canada began saying.
"Yes, like they were when he started pointing guns at everyone. I believe they were green, but I'm not sure though." England interrupted.
"And just a minute ago, before he passed out, his eyes looked to be brown." Canada said, being the only one close enough to the american to see.
"Jake, explain what is going on now!" Germany demanded.
"I've already told you! I don't know what is happening because I didn't create the damn experiment! I have an idea, why don't you go ask the person who is being affected!" Jake yelled at not just Germany, but everyone who wanted to ask him what was wrong with America.
At that moment, every country in the room was about to argue with the young man until they heard what sounded like the crash of a window. All talking stopped, and every country began running to America's room. They all tried to push themselves through the door at once or failed trying. What they saw was America still in his bed, but a little girl standing beside his bed. She looked to be a Native American with feathers in her dark brown hair and tan skin. Her eyes were a light brown and was wearing a animal skin dress, she looked to be about fifteen years old. At the noise of the countries entering the room, she looked up so that they could see her face.
"Who are you?" Canada asked her.
The girl continued staring at them, but with a sad look lingering on her face, like she lost everything she had.
"What happened to you..." She said, her focus back on America. Her voice had the most depressed tone in it.
She grabbed America's hand in her own small hand like a child would do with their father when scared. Tears fell silently down her face, but she didn't say a word. It was as if she was trying to be brave and not show her weakness, much like America would do. Seeing the child cry, Italy hurried over to her. He knelt down until he was eye level with her.
"What's wrong? You don't need to cry." Italy tried comforting the girl, taking her free hand into his own. The girl didn't pull away, much to Italy's delight and responded.
"But h-he's hurt," the sobs starting to come out, "a-and he h-has been for a-a while now." She may be able to cry silently, but doesn't mean she'll stay that way when talking to someone.
"It's okay! We are close friends of Alfred's, but who are you?" Italy asked with a smile on his face.
"H-his d-d-daughter." She began saying. "I-I'm adopted. Not a s-state or territory i-if that's what you're thinking."
"Wait, you're human?" Germany asked.
"Yeah I am, who are you though? I would like to know who is helping my dad."
"Well, my name is Italy!"
"Guten tag, I am Germany."
"Konnichiwa, my name is Japan."
"Hello, I am America's brother Canada."
"My name is Russia, I never knew America had a daughter."
"Hi, my name is China aru."
"Bonjour little one, my name is France."
"I know about you guys!" She said. "Dad talks about you a lot and even taught me all of your languages. Oh! My name is Amelia L. Jones by the way."
"Amelia? Now why does that name sound familiar?" England asked.
"Yep! I was named after Amelia Earnhart dad said. Dad was the one to name me since I was given up at birth."
"When you were born, your parents gave you up? Why?" Italy asked, feeling sorry for the girl.
"It's fine, really. She was close with dad, and all I had was a mother. My actual father walked out on her when he found out she was pregnant. My mother arranged that dad would adopt me if she didn't make it through childbirth. She didn't."
"Awww, that's so sad!" Italy cried out, hugging Amelia tightly.
"How would you know if America would be here when you arrived?" Japan asked.
"He lives here?" Amelia stated the obvious. "I mean, it is our house."
Japan felt a little stupid for asking such a simple question.
"Then why weren't you here when we arrived?" England was the next person to ask a question. "You look to be about fifteen and yet you were not home when we showed up. I would think that every normal girl your age would stay at her house."
"Well I'm not normal. Do I look like an american? I'm not. I have native american blood from my mother and I keep native traditions. I am also the daughter of the world's current superpower so, dad wants me to be safe by being at home when he is or with a guard. My way is just staying in the forest until dad gets home or whenever I feel like it, I can protect myself just fine."
"You said that America had been hurt for awhile, what did you mean?" Russia asked.
"I will explain later, can you just go to the living room and wait there while I check dad's condition." Amelia said, getting a bit aggravated from all the questions being asked at one time.
Everyone took that as a cue to leave since they already asked quite a bit of questions and could see that she was getting a little frustrated. They didn't want to make enemies with America's daughter after meeting her. All countries left the room, though Canada and England were a bit hesitant to leave.
When everyone got to the living room, Germany decided that it would be the best time to discuss what has happened.
"Do you think she is telling the truth?" France asked. You have to admit that was the question going through everyone's mind.
"That's the problem, how can we tell?" Germany said.
All of them were silent, trying to think of something that would help. Until Italy noticed something.
"Hey Germany, where did Jake go?"
Chaos then happened.
"Where did he go!"
"Do you think he ran when we left to go investigate the crash?"
"How about I go find him, does anyone have any rope?"
"Russia, you're not allowed to kill him!"
"Well we have to find him!"
As the noise volume escalated, no one noticed Jake step into the room with a picture in hand.
"Hey guys, look what I found." Everyone turned to see Jake standing in the doorway.
"Where the hell did you go!" Germany demanded.
"Well, when you all ran to find the source of the crash, which you need to tell me about, I went exploring and found this is one of the rooms."
Jake held out the photograph in front of him so, that all the countries could see it. The picture had America and a woman, who was just a little shorter than him, standing in a field of...flowers? The woman had long black hair and dark brown eyes, was also smiling. She looked to be native american, but was wearing modern clothes. To be more exact; jeans, a yellow t-shirt and was wearing America's jacket. Which was surprising because America rarely takes it off.
America had his right arm slung over his shoulder, with a bright smile and had his other hand in a peace sign. He was wearing jeans, a plain white t-shirt and his eyes were full of energy and were lively. To be honest, it looks like he has more energy in this photo than he does now.
"I've never seen this woman before in my life." England said.
"Let me see that." France said, snatching the picture out Jake's hand. As France brought it closer to his face, Japan saw something.
"France, turn it around, there is writing on the back." Japan said to him. France immediatly flipped the picture over to see what was written.
"Well aru? What does it say aru?"
"Let's see:
Alfred, this is the last picture of her and I thought you would like it. I obviously don't deserve it, at least not like you do. You were there when I walked out. That must have been a terrible birthday when I wasn't even there for you. I won't make that mistake again. See you on your next birthday.
July 4, 1999"
"This was taken on his birthday?" Canada began saying. "But I am with him on his birthday every year and I don't remember seeing her then."
Chattering began among the different countries, trying to figure out who the woman was. They didn't even notice that Amelia had entered the room, went into the kitchen and came back out until she said something.
"Um, can you guys be quiet?"
They all turned to face her and saw that she was carrying a glass filled with water and what appeared to be a bottle of...medicine?
"What are you doing Amelia?" Russia asked.
"What does it look like? I'm bringing medicine that was prescribed for dad."
"WHAT!" Everyone shouted at the same time.
"Since when did he need medicine to be prescribed to him?" Japan asked next.
"I don't know, I have been giving it to him recently because he has been forgetting to take it. I'm getting it know because he woke up a few minutes ago."
"Why didn't you say he woke up!" England demanded.
"He doesn't know that any of you are here and he is..."
"What? What's wrong!" Canada asked, becoming worried for his brother.
"Well to put it simply, he's freaking out."
"That could be from what happened to him when he was kidnapped. Maybe you should let us see him just so you will stay safe." Russia said. He was rather calm about the situation.
"No it's alright, the way he is now is how he would normally act." Amelia said to everyone.
"What do you mean this is 'how he would normally act' aru?"
Amelia sighed, tired of all the questions that she was being asked, but she then noticed the picture that France was holding.
"Where did you get that?"
"Hm? Oh this? Jake found it, not me.( Way to save your ass France)" France replied.
"Doesn't matter who found it, just give it to me!" Amelia growled back at him.
France practically threw the photograph at the girl, full of fear. He preferred his looks rather than his curiousity.
"Who is that woman with America?" England asked.
Amelia, with photograph in hand, left the group who were confused about what happened. Instantly, the group of countries followed her until they arrived to a room that they hadn't noticed before. Hesitantly, all of them walked in, there was pictures and letters everywhere. Pictures in frames on the walls, a desk covered with letters and some letters ripped and thrown on the floor.
"Here, if you want to know more about the woman than read these letters and look at some pictures. Nothing else! I have to go take care of dad."
"Wait! Why can't we see hi-" Canada was cut off from the closing of the door.
"I guess we better start reading!" Russia said.
Everyone went to the desk and grabbed a few letters, went to go sit down in a spot in the room, then began reading. All the countries had about five letters to start off with, which meant that there was forty letters with the countries plus five for Jake. On the desk was only about ten letters or less left.
"Hey guys, look at this letter!" Italy said. All the countries went over to Italy to see what he had found.
"What is it Italy?" Germany asked.
"Ok I'll read it:
Alfred, I can tell you that I will not survive the childbirth and I want you to take care of my child. I even want you to name her since I know you will come up with a good name. I wish I could stay with you... you were always there when I needed you. Please forgive Mark though. He only left me because he thought that our child didn't need a man like him to be her father.
He actually thought that you would be a better father than him and agreed to let you adopt her when she is born. There is one more thing that I want to say to you, about the people you were talking about, the others just like you. Don't hate yourself for what happened, it is no one's fault. Take care, and goodbye forever.
Love Marissa.
July 5, 1999"
"Marissa must be the name of that woman that is in alot of these pictures." Japan said.
"To be more precise, Amelia's mother. Then this guy, Mark, must be her father." Russia continued. "This letter must have been Amelia's mother's last words to America."
"There is something I don't get. When she was talking about people like Alfred, was she talking about us?" Canada asked.
"I think so Matthew, but what is puzzling is about what she meant when she said for Alfred not to hate himself for what happened." England said.
"Let us continue reading more letters aru."
All the countries went back to reading, after about a few minutes, Canada decided he would check the ripped up letters on the ground. They had to be ripped for a reason right? Canada grabbed all the ones he could find and started piecing them together with ones that looked similar until the words all fit together. He had managed to make two letters and still had a lot of pieces left. He decided to stop for the moment and read what he had made so far.
"Guys, come look at this! Quick!" Canada cried out.
Everyone felt alarm by the tone that Canada used. He sounded worried or more like frightened. Probably from what the letter said.
"What is it Matthew?" France asked.
"This letter! It says:
America; this may spike your interest. Do you happen to have a daughter? Amelia, perhaps. Maybe a friend named Mark? I think if you wish to keep them safe, you will meet us at the location we will send you on your phone. Unless you wish to visit two more graves, I suggest you come. Tell no one about this arrangement. Bring nothing but your gun and then we will see which one of us has the stronger...resolve. See you on April 9."
"April 9? Hasn't that already passed?" France asked.
"But what year was it talking about? Matthew?" England asked.
"It was sent this year, which means whatever was suppose to happen did. But, what was it?" Canada said.
"Canada, what about the second letter? What does it say?" Russia asked.
"Oh, uh let's see.
To whom it may concern:
We are sad to announce the sudden, but tragic death of your neighbor, John Harrison. Apparently he was found with his body full of bullet holes and was killed on April 9. There was more blood found at the scene but doctors were unable to find a match. If you have any ideas please report to the police. The funeral will be on April 11 and would be wonderful if you could attend."
"Does that mean that America killed that man who sent the other letter aru?"
"Maybe but it could be someone else for all we know." Germany said.
"I think we have read enough and will have to either ask America or his daughter." Japan said.
"What do you think is wrong with America anyway?" Jake asked.
"Why don't we go find out da?" Russia asked.
Everyone agreed to the idea because they wanted answers about everything. What was wrong with America? What does Marissa mean when she tells America not to hate himself? All countries plus Jake left the room and headed to America's room to find out what was going on with him. They were there in a few minutes, but stopped because of the sounds of crying escaping the room through the door.
"Is that crying?" Canada asked.
"Only one way to find out." France said.
Almost every country listened through the door to find the source of the crying. Or at least why that person was crying.
"Dad, its going to be ok. The other countries are here only for a little while, there is nothing to be scared of. I'm right here." Amelia said.
"No it's not! I can't go out there! Sure I can deal with them at meetings, but that's different, meetings deal with political problems and now that they're here..."
"If you don't want to see them here then I will ask them to leave. What is different than being at meetings and being here?"
"I can't handle the way they look at me, I can see it."
"See what?"
"All of it!"
"Wait, you're not talking about every war that you've had with all the countries are you? Every problem that happened."
"Yes I am and it's killing me..."
A/N: That's right! I added another character, just to help move the story along and because I felt like it. What do you think about America having a non-country daughter? I think it's pretty interesting and helps with the little problem he is having. If any of you readers have questions, I will glady do the best to answer them for you. So either put your question in a review or pm me.
Thanks for reading and I will try to update soon! And thank you for staying with me! Please review!
p.s. I moved to Arkansas if you're wondering and is still looking for a house with my family.
Ciao~for now