YAY! Chapter 2 is alive! I am soooooooo crazy sorry that this took so long! But between homework,chores,reading the bible in a year and the fact that I burned my right hand making it impossible to write for a few days, I haven't had much time -_-

That will hopefully change though, so let's stop listening to my pathetic excuses and get on with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. If I did, the BTT would have their own spin-off series. No joke. I also don't own Mickey D's(don't really want to) or anything else that might be copyrighted. I only own 'Samson the plot bunny', 'Indie Carter' and my epic restaurant.

Warning: You are going to have to imagine their accents yourself, because I think it's too hard a little pesky to write out accents! Also, I had to use Google Translate-san for some things so please, please correct me if I got anything wrong!


2. That Is Not The Queen's English!


"Let the meeting begin…"

"Dudes, I'm just saying, whales can be pretty rockin' once you get to know them and I think they could totally help with the whole cleaning the ocean thing." America said, starting out the meeting with another one of his absurd propositions. "I also think they could help with the economy by leading us to an ancient underwater city and then we could, like, totally take all the wicked-old treasure and like sell it on eBay and make some serious cash." The loud nation continued. "And considering anything you guys can come up with will suck, I say we all team up and git'er done!" I don't even know how he managed to fit all of that into one breath, but it was impressive.

"That is so stupid. Why don't we just give everything to me? I am the oldest after all." Said China, crossing thin arms over his chest and gaining an air of superiority.

"Hold on just a second why does that make sense?" Britain said standing up from his seat. To be honest, I was wondering the same thing. "How is it that because you're the oldest it means you should control everything?" The Brit continued, voice gradually getting louder.

"That does not matter, da? Not when we will all become one with Mother Russia." Oh come on, you don't need me to tell you who said that. The important thing is I got chills after hearing those words. Seriously, what the heck? I mean, China has a supremacy complex and France is a pervert, but 'becoming one' with someone is just freaky and weird.

"Not gonna' happen, Commie!" America screamed from the head of the table. He knows of course that Russia isn't a communist anymore, yet still insists on calling him that for some reason or another.

And then, just to make it weirder, "Ohohohon, then perhaps there is someone else you wish to be one with, Amerique'?" France said in a suggestive voice. What is this guy's problem? Does he just flirt with anybody he feels like? I wondered.

Oh but the fighting didn't stop there. "Don't even think about it, bloody frog!" Yelled England in defense of his former colony. It was cute really, the fact that he still felt an almost fatherly protectiveness over America. And fascinating as well that America didn't discourage the attempts.

"Ve~" Said Italy, who was entirely oblivious to the fight breaking out around him and continued playing with a cat that he pulled out of one of his many pockets.

I continued to watch the chaos ensue around me and took notes on important topics when they came up, which was rarely ever, figuring they might be useful later on. About 10 minutes in after everyone was finally calmed down and paying attention, thanks to Germany, a certain trio decided that it was high-time to pick on the fresh meat.

"Hola chica" Iheard someone call from my seat in the back of the room. Turning towards the voice, I looked to see that Antonio, Gilbert and Francis were making their way towards me, signature smiles on all of their faces. Sighing, I acknowledged their existence by waving a hesitant hand at them.

"Good morning Spain, Prussia, France…" I said trying to hide my nervousness. They took the greeting as confirmation of my compliance, and continued their climactic walk towards me. Once they were within arm's reach of my seat, I could practically feel the mischief radiating off of them. I am so going to regret this. I couldn't help but think.

"Hey Schatz." Prussia said putting two fingers to his forehead in a weird sort of salute.

"Bonjour mademoiselle. And how are we faring so far?" Asked France in a 'caring' voice. He was giving me the smolder, which was pretty creepy if I do say so myself. I don't know these guys' motives, but there is no way on earth that they are good.

"I'm doing fine thanks." I said doing my best to not be totally freaked out by the creepers in front of me. "Just taking some notes is all" It couldn't hurt to let them know what I was doing… Right?

Scratch that. It could hurt a lot.

"Ah, is that so?" Francis confirmed, seeing this as the perfect opportunity. "Then perhaps you could give me a copy later considering I don't really listen at these meetings. At least, not when there's something much more interesting to pay attention to." He said with a wink quite obviously directed at me.

"Um, sure I suppose." I said, composure still intact for the moment. "When would you like me to get them to you?" I asked, trying to be a good assistant.

"How about tonight? You could give them to me over dinner. Or, we could just go straight to my place." The Frenchman replied, giving me another 'seductive' wink. He has got to be joking.

"How about I just give them to you before you leave today? There is a copying machine right in the office next door." I suggested, noting the office I saw right before my encounter with England for the first time. I could tell that me changing the topic had him seriously disgruntled, making him go over to the emo-corner, and internally smirked at my success. I also saw that Gilbert and Antonio had gained expressions of amusement. Good lord, what now. I thought despairingly.

"Hey fraulein," Gilbert said putting his plan in motion. "I was wondering if you could get something for me, you know, because you are an assistant and all." The Prussian said, a devious smirk making its way onto his face.

I groaned internally before replying. "Sure, but that all depends on what it is you need me to get." I said slowly while trying to imagine what absurd thing he could possibly force me to get.

"Hahaha! Nothing to worry about there, schatz; It's an innocent request!" Prussia said, smirk still gleefully present. "All I want is…" He carried it out for dramatic effect. All it was really accomplishing, though, was irking me off. Finally though, he put an end to my suffering and shouted, "Coffee!"

...You are freaking kidding me. I thought to myself. You seriously made me wait for that? I was about to ask if that was all he needed, only to find out that there was more to his request.

"That's easy, ja? Just make sure it's a half-calf Caramel frappe latte with extra whipped cream, cinnamon on top oh, and chocolate shavings too!" I would have been fine with this. In fact, that was almost exactly how I got my coffee; but considering he was coming up with this as he went along, it just started getting out of hand. "Also, the creamer needs to be from awesome German cows and there needs to be exactly 250 grains of awesome sugar in it. And make sure the actual coffee is awesomely German too, ok?" Prussia said pushing his luck to the best of his abilities. "Oh, and one last thing," He said pushing it even further. By now, Spain had gone over to the other side of the room to hide the fact that he was laughing like a madman and France had come out of the emo-corner to join him. "It has to be in a cup 11 inches tall and 5 inches wide." The albino finished, clearly proud with himself.

I stood there in shock for lord-knows how long before quirking my eyebrow and asking "Is that it?"

My question didn't make the 'awesome' Prussian falter for even a second. "Yep, that's it." He replied with the same cocky smirk as always and a mischievous glint in his eyes. Wow, they are really red. I thought to myself after looking at his eyes for a few observant seconds. It almost seems impossible, considering Albinism is a condition and Countries' physical properties are different from ours… My thoughts continued in a wandering manner. There I go with random things on my mind again.

I was about to walk away to more or less fulfill the 'request' when I thought of something. "Prussia." I said catching the man's attention. He glanced at me with a look that urged me to continue, so I did. "What are you doing here in the first place? You're not a country anymore, right?" I asked him with genuine curiosity. Said ex-nation just shrugged and said something along the lines of 'awesome people can do whatever they want' but it was hard to tell considering he said it in German, and I wasn't perfectly fluent. So, I turned around to start walking again until I heard my name and looked back to see that the rest of the 'Bad Touch Trio' had stopped their immature laughing and come back to join their Germanic friend.

"Indie!" Spain said waving at me, just to make sure he got my attention. And then, out of nowhere, "I want churros!" He said flashing me a smile that illuminated his entire face. I couldn't help but notice however that he had the same mischievous, almost evil glint in his eye that Prussia had only a minute ago.

"What for?" I asked cocking my head to the said.

"I don't know." He said simply. "Simplemente me gusta churros." Okay, he 'just likes churros'. I guess that's a valid enough reason, so I merely shrugged and turned to leave, yet again. As I was walking away from the noisy meeting room and back down the hall, I could hear muffled laughter coming from where I'd left the 'San Baka', as I've decided to call them.

Am I gonna' survive this? I wondered, not too sure of my new….. Bosses? Employers? Slave drivers, perhaps? Whatever they were, it was going to take a while to get used to their unique behaviors.

^v^v^v^v LE AWESOME TIMESKIP OF AWESOMENESS ^v^V^V^v^

I came back to the World Meeting building after getting the things for Antonio and Gilbert, plus some extra. I had gone to Starbucks and got caramel frappuccinos for both Prussia and myself and a brownie. What? I was Hungary(see what I did there?). I then headed to some random bakery that happened to be across the street and was glad-and rather surprised- to see that they had churros. Thanks to my epic luck, I picked up churros for Spain and something for France. Pervs need to eat too, you know.

Once I made sure that I had everything I (more or less) needed, I headed down the beautiful hall and back into the meeting room, only to be greeted with 3 pairs of fairly shocked eyes. As I headed over to the gaping trio, Spain was the first to recover and walked up to meet me.

"You actually did it?" He asked, sounding both shocked and impressed at the same time.

"'Course I did. You asked me to get something, so I got it" I replied simply. "But that's not important, don't you want to see what I got?" As soon as I asked this, all three snapped out of it and looked at me expectantly.

I giggled at their expressions and proceeded to give them their offerings. "Here Prussia," I said handing the nation his coffee. "And before you can ask: Yes it is a caramel frappucino. Yes there is extra whipped cream and cinnamon on top. No there are not any chocolate shavings because that's just dumb. No, the creamer is more than likely not from German cows, nor is the coffee awesomely German. And how am I supposed to know how many grains of sugar are in it?" I managed to say before the pushy nation could take the cup all the way from my hand. 250 is such a lame number anyway. I complained to myself.

It took a second for Prussia to fully grasp everything I had said, he just sat there eyes wide open and mouth slightly agape, but as soon as he did he burst out into a fit of uncontrolled laughter. I gave him a questioning look, unsure as to whether or not I should be offended, but he merely waved it off. "That is so awesome, schatz!" He laughed heartily and began chugging down his coffee, despite the fact it was still hot. The scene caused several pairs of eyes to turn towards us curiously, but I continued my distribution nonetheless.

"Spain." I said turning towards the curly haired man. "Churros." I said cheerily and handed him the white paper-wrapped package in my hand.

He took the parcel from me gratefully and started ripping into it. Spain's eyes grew wide at the site and he started freaking out about his newly acquired snack.

"Dios Mio, really?" Antonio asked in anticipation. "Ay caray! This is impressionante! Oh man, I was starting to think they didn't have them over here!" The absurd nation continued excitedly. "Gracias chica! You are asombroso! Gracias, gracias, gracias!" He went on like that for a little while, slipping into his own language occasionally. Good thing it was one I could actually understand. His racket caused another few people to direct their attention our way.

I sighed ignoring the new attention, and turned to the last man standing. I made my way over to Francis and handed him the last thing I held, emptying my hands, since I drank my coffee and ate my brownie on the way over. He looked at me a little confused, considering he didn't ask for anything, but smiled as he noticed what it was.

"I saw this and thought it fit you best." I said giving him a small, yet genuine smile.

"And why is this ce qui me vont mieux?" He asked giving me a smile of his own.

What I had given him was a lollipop you see, a cherry one to be exact, and he seemed to find that amusing.

"Hm, I don't know. It just reminded me of you." I said giving my shoulders a delicate shrug. Then adding teasingly. "Maybe it was the pretty wrapper." This was partially true, actually. The wrapper was blue on top and turned into a weird orangey-red on the bottom, just like his uniform. It also had a red-rose design that ran the length of the stick, which was white just like any other. Really though, it was rather intricate for a lollipop.

The comment made him smirk in amusement until I added, "But I think I got it just because I would have felt bad coming back with nothing for you." I said earnestly.

I watched the shock register on France's face almost immediately, and wondered if I had said something wrong. I was about to voice my worries when suddenly, his expression turned into that of warmth and gratitude, throwing me off considering I thought his features were only capable of being flirtatious.

"Thank you ma Cherie. That was very sweet of you." The- surprisingly gentle- Frenchman said. Though as soon as he did, the entire room had granted the four of us the entirety of their unwanted attention.

The weight of their stares was crushing and making me feel uncomfortable. And it didn't help that they were all moaning "Staaaaaare" in their respective languages. Why were they doing that, anyways?

"Um, is there a problem?" I asked, a little hesitantly.

"Well, it's just that no-one is ever willingly kind to Francis-san, given his, um, tendencies." Japan finally offered as an answer.

"That's right so don't even think about doing anything, bloody frog!" England shouted and began rising from his seat once again.

France, however, just flipped his fabulous hair dramatically over one shoulder "Of course I wouldn't Anglettere. I consider mademoiselle Indie to be more of a little sister." He said, as though it were the most obvious answer in the world.

Seeing this as unsatisfactory, 'Anglettere' lost his temper and started exploding, cracking through his usually gentlemanly outside. "Since when?!" He raged loudly. "It was not fifteen minutes ago that you were chatting the poor lass up and inviting her over to your house for most unsavory reasons! Why in Busby's name would a big brother do that?!" England continued, increasingly upset. "I should know, I was a big brother to a young colony for years! Unlike you who has never had such an opportunity"

As he said this, I could hear Canada mumble "You both took care of me at some point." Of course, the only feedback he got was a high-pitched 'Who are you' from the cream-colored, fluffy creature in his arms, to which he merely sighed. And the story went on, leaving our dearest Matthew, once again unnoticed.

"Are you saying that you were eavesdropping on a conversation between the young lady and I?" Francis retorted. "My, how ungentlemanly of you, Anglettere. I would have expected a little courtesy." The glamorous nation continued with a smirk.

And that's when Arthur's inner tsundere got the better of him.

The poor Brit started blushing profusely and began sputtering in a less-than-dignified manner. "I-I, y-you… B-but it w-wasn't… I j-just… It was o-only a s-simple-"Luckily, before he could dig himself even deeper, Germany finally stepped in. Again.

"SHUT UP!" Ludwig shouted in his drill sergeant-esque voice. There was something else after that too, but I'm pretty sure I went deaf after 'shut up', so I didn't really catch it. As he continued yelling at the others, who were more-or-less immune to the ear shattering screams, I took the opportunity to slip away into my awesome-hidey-spot-of-solitude. A.K.A. my chair. Nobody noticed me either. I'm impressed with myself.

Well, nobody, except England.

He walked over to where I was sitting and today's events had a quick replay in my head. Lord, please don't let this be another request. I prayed to myself silently.

"Greetings Indie." Arthur said in his sophisticated way.

The way he talked always made me suddenly feel pressured to speak just as fancy. "Oh, hello Britain." I said in my most lady-like voice. "Is there anything you need?" Please say no. Please say no. Please say no. Please say no.

"Oh no, I only wanted to chat for a spell." God is good. "So tell me Indie, how are you liking things here? Do you think you'll survive?" Asked Britain as he pulled a chair over to sit down next to me. So it was true, he really just wanted a normal conversation. Wait a sec, isn't there a meeting to pay attention too? Do all these guys disregard responsibility?

"I'm enjoying it, actually. It's had its ups and downs, but all jobs do don't they?" I replied normally. To be honest, all this normal was boring me. Where were the BTT right now?

My conversation partner didn't seem to notice my boredom with the normal world, however, and continued. "Well I'm glad." He said cordially. "It would be a shame if we were to lose such a well-mannered and kind-hearted individual. Really, you make the atmosphere here more bearable." Sincerity painted his voice, and his eyes turned from a deep and serious emerald to a soft and comfortable forest green as the compliment left his lips. It made me feel better about how the day went and I was touched, it only lasted a second though, for he turned serious again as the topic changed to one of importance.

"I would like to warn you about Francis, though." Oh, so that's what this is about? "I know he doesn't seem all that bad…" He had to stop there to give a little shiver. "But you can't let that fool you, he really is a perverted, bloody frog and I don't want you to become a victim of his." Arthur looked into my eyes as he said this, making sure he got the point across.

I started laughing lightly, which confused England a good deal and caused him to give me a 'what in the Queens name is wrong with you' look. After I sobered up a bit, I gave him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Britain. It's just, I was already warned before I even took this job about France and some of the other countries, so I already knew what I was getting into." I explained to him calmly. "But I appreciate that you were worried about me! So thank you Britain." I smiled at him when I said the last part which made him look away, in an ADORABLE tsundere way, but then he thought of something.

"Wait. You said France and other countries." He said calculatingly slow. "What other countries were you warned about? And for what reasons?"

I had to consider his request for a second. Should I tell him? I pondered. Hmm. No, I think I'll just tease him. My brain-self said, making it's decision. Luckily, it was one of those lightning-fast thoughts, so I was able to give a swift reply.

"Well, I don't think it's very important." I said keeping my voice neutral. "It was really just a 'Hey, there's some stuff you should know about' situation and it's not like there's anything I know that you don't. Besides, you can probably imagine for yourself what some were." His face got noticeably paler at that last part and he was trying not to show it. He failed.

"Well, um, I just want to know if there were, um, any warnings about, well….." He was trying really hard to finish that sentence, but I felt bad, so I answered him considering what he was asking was obvious.

"No, England, there were no warnings about you." I said giving him a reassuring look. He let out a relieved breath -that I hadn't noticed he was holding- upon hearing my words, which made me sort of regret saying these next five. "Not any bad ones anyway…" Geez, stupid me letting things slip without thinking about it.

That made his head snap right back up and look at me with a shocked but wary expression. "What sort of warnings were there, then?" England asked me worriedly. His enchanting eyes bore into mine, pleading with me to tell him the truth. Gosh, why do all these guys have to be so gorgeous?

His stare made my resolve crumble entirely and everything came out in a bit of a slur. "It wasn't anything bad, honest! All they said was your cooking sucks, you often correct people on their grammar claiming 'that is not the Queen's English!', you have a bit of a short temper and tend to talk to yourself every once in a while, laying claim to the fact that it was just your fairy friends." I watched the expression change on his face as I voiced all the accusations.

He winced at the first one. At the second he made a face that said 'I'm not really denying that one.' Same reaction for the third and at the fourth he gave a little 'ah, is that so?' Crap. I said something wrong again, didn't I? I was worried I had offended him enough to voice the question.

"What? Oh no, that isn't it at all, love." Arthur said giving me a small, sad smile. "I'm afraid it's just that no one will believe me about the fairies no matter what I try to tell them and now I'm worried that you, too, will think that I've gone around the bend." He finished, a look of utter despair played at the edge of his features, despite the fact he had on a smile.

This made me sigh. "Britain." I said, demanding his attention. I got the result I wanted right away and continued. "I'm not gonna' commit you to a nut-house just 'cuz of suggestion." I said losing my grip on my slang for just a second. It's not the Queen's English after all… "Look, there are plenty of crazy things in this world that I cannot even begin to comprehend and, for all I know, fairies are one of them. So lighten up a little and don't worry about what me, or others for that matter, think about you." I finished my little mini-speech of encouragement. I don't know where the bit about self-acceptance came from, but I guess you can blame just about any media these days. Seriously.

"Plus," I added as an afterthought. "I'm pretty sure I was able to see ghosts when I was a little kid." I said giving him a slightly teasing wink. It was the truth though, I had some pretty insane experiences. But I guess that just makes me all the more qualified to work for these insane people.

At my little ghosty comment, England's expression turned to one of amusement and he gave me an honest laugh. "You really are something, you know that, Indie?" He said, another small laugh making its way out. This time, it was my turn to turn away in embarrassment. "By the way," The Brit continued, a curious tone in his voice. I looked up at his words, trying to hide the fact I was blushing, and urged him to continue. "You seem to be so intellectual but you also seem to be decently young, so how old are you, Indie?"

Oh, if that was all. "I'm sixteen." I said cheerily.

I'm pretty sure if England had been drinking something, he would have spat it out. That was the look he gave at least: Eyes wide open and staring at me, mouth slightly agape and shock evident in every line of his face.

"Are you serious?" Britain asked as soon as he was able to speak again. "Sixteen? That's it?" He said making seem like I just told him that I knew the cure for cancer. I don't know if he was thinking about the consequence of his outburst, but I sure wasn't. Which was why I was confused when I heard all talking in the room come to an abrupt halt.

My confusion drove me to look up and see what was wrong, and I found myself meeting with sixteen pairs of eyes that were equally as shocked as England. Well, fourteen, considering Sweden always kept the same expressionless mask, Norway as well. Why does everything I say end up becoming the center of the world? Literally!

America was the first one to break the silence this time. "Dude. Seriously?" He said, voice calm and serious(ish) for once. "Is that how old you are?" He asked, considering they hadn't heard the entirety of the conversation.

I looked shyly at all the nations around me, and felt totally and utterly defenseless for the first time today. "Well, yeah…. Is that weird?" I asked, my voice uncharacteristically quiet.

"No! That's not it, bella!" Veneziano shouted from his seat in between his two best friends. "We just thought you would be older, considering you are mature and have a job and all!" He clarified in his adorable way. Was it that weird for me to have a job at the same age I can drive a car?

"Oh." Was all I could think of to say. "Um, thanks, I guess..." I added still feeling incredibly weird at the sudden change of atmosphere. Luckily though, America walked up to me after another awkward couple of seconds and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry about it, dude! It's actually totally awesome that you aren't all stuffy and old like Iggy, yet!" The younger nation cackled- ah, I'm sorry, heroically laughed at his joke.

"Don't call me that infuriating name, git!" England yelled, getting up from his seat. This guy can't sit still, can he? "Where the bloody heck did you come up with it, anyway?!" He demanded. America merely gave him a shrug in return and then turned back to me.

"Besides," He started again, acting as though there wasn't a bushy-eyed Brit right next to him, ready to rip his throat out. "That means you're closer to me in physical age and I get dibs on hanging out with you more!" He said giving me a wink. It wasn't flirty like France's or teasing like mine, this was just a light-hearted 'let's be pals' wink.

I giggle at his absurd claim and stood from my own seat, finally recovered from my initial embarrassment. "Sure, that makes perfect sense." I said to the young man whose hand still lingered on my shoulder. Alfred beamed at that before turning his head around to look at Germany.

"Hey, Germany, we're done with the meeting anyway right?" America asked.

Germany snapped out of his own state of shock and looked at America curiously. "Yes, we are, but why?" He asked in his thick accent that turned 'w's into 'v's.

"Cuz I'm hungry, dude!" America whined, not needing anytime to think his answer over.

A round of 'me too!'s went around the room for a minute before Germany finally sighed and said "Fine. We might as well eat, then."

"Great!" America shouted enthusiastically. "I've got the perfect place!"

"Oh I swear to goat if you say McDonalds I will personally kill you, Alfred." England said in all seriousness to his former colony.

"Bro, chill." America said in his flippant way, making England almost come at him again. "I was talking about that new restaurant that just opened up down the street, what was it called again? Marugachi something-or-rather?" He said trying to think of the name of the establishment.

"I believe it was called 'Marukaite Chikyuu' , America-san." Japan supplied for the struggling country.

"Oh! That one! I forgot about that!" Denmark shouted, being the first Nordic to talk for a while now. "Japanese words, right Kiku?" He asked the small Asian man.

"Yes that's right." Japan confirmed calmly.

"Then you will tell us what it means, da?" Russia asked from his side of the table next to China. "I would hate to imagine what would happen if you did not." He said, the tip of a pickaxe picking out from inside his coat and ever-so-slightly pointing it in Japan's direction.

The respectful nation gulped a little before replying. "Yes, well, it basically means 'Draw a circle, that's the earth.'"

"That is a really freaking stupid name." Romano stated his opinion.

"Aw, now that's not nice Lovi~" Spain scolded lovingly from his seat next to the southern Italian.

"Who ducking cares?" Romano asked rhetorically.

Well you sure don't. I replied in my head. Before the countries could get into another pointless fight, I stepped up instead of Germany for once to put an end to the scuffles. "Hey, how about we stop discussing the whether or not the owner sucks at coming up with names and just go eat?" I asked. They all stopped, looked at each other and gave silent affirmations. Accept America.

"HECK YEAH! FOOD!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

Well, let them eat lunch.


Alrighty, folks! That's it for chapter 2! How did you like it? I would love to know, 'cuz I'm really worried that it sucked big time 0_0 Feel free to review in any way you want! I love critisicm and ideas! Also, I would like to clarify two things:

First: I mean no offense to Britain(pretty sure I picked on them the most in this chapter) or any other country and their culture. This is a Hetalia fic and it should really be expected there are 'gonna be some stereotypes. I'm Cherokee-Irish-Scottish-German-British-Dutch-French(Basically really American) And feel no offense when any of these countries are picked on, so neither should you! ;D

Second: I support the idea that there is one main building in which all World Meetings are held, and that is the Word Meeting Building(nice originality there, right?) in Washington D.C. Why in America? Well, it's not all that biased, you see. For starters, the main U.N. building is in America(yeah, there are others, but the one in NY is the main) and therefore I think it's fitting that the World Meetings be held in the same country where said building precides. BUT the main reason, is because Indie lives in America, and it makes my life easier if she doesn't constantly have to fly out to another country just for a coffee run.

Oh, and Indie is American because I'm worried about not portraying someone from another country correctly.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed! You are all as awesome as the awesome Prussia!

Prussia: LIAR!

Shut it Gil, I didn't see you review my story.

Prussia:...

Enough Jabber! TRANLATIOOOOOOOOONS!

Amerique- America

Hola chica- Hello girl (I remember it as 'Sup chick' but that's just me.)

Schatz- Treasure (German term of endearment)

Bonjour mademoiselle- Hello miss.

Fraulein- Miss

Ja- Yes

Simplemente me gusta churros- I just like churros

San baka- The three idiots (in Japanese)

Dios Mio- My God

Ay caray- An exclamation of surprise, like 'Dearest me' but a little less fancy.

Impressionante- Awesome

Gracias- Thank you

Asombroso- Amazing

Ce qui me vont mieux- What fits me best

Ma Cherie- My dear

Anglettere- England

Bella- Beautiful.

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