The Author's Note of Awesome: HA! HA HA! GUESS WHAT! I UPDATED! For those of you that know me, this will come as a shock to all. For those of you that are reading their first story of mine, you're all probably very confused. I'm notorious for never updating. However, I'm BACK! And I come with an even greater sugar rush than before! So, you're all wondering: what is she doing? I'm here to tell you that I haven't the faintest idea.

Disclaimer: So, yes, I don't own Marvel. Or Hetalia.

General Story Note: So, I suppose I should now mention that I'm figuring out pairings. Because, I'm me, and I can't seem to write a decent adventure that is just and adventure. So, I should warn you now. We are in stages of:

Pre Phil/Natasha/Darcy (in which Darcy is totally against everything because she's a nation, and in the end everyone leaves her)

Established Thor/Jane (even though Jane might not be making appearances, it needed to be said)

Totally Established-But-Not-Yet-Mentioned Steve/Tony (with little Peter in eventual Outtakes that I'm planning, because he's so cute! Plus, Crazy Aunt Darcy)

Already-Established-in-Chapter-1-But-Is-Being-Restated-Here England/America

Of course, there's going to be some Sweet North American Bros bonding with Aunt Darcy, plus Mexico. Because Mexico totally deserves some love. Eventual UK sibs bonding as well. Also, sibling fighting with the UK, and sibling fighting with Mexico and America. I think that's it? Clint and Loki are single. Actually, I'm thinking Clint's going to end up flirting with Mexico. And she's gonna punch him, but will flirt back.

Chapter 2: In Which the UK Brothers are Idiots, and Natasha is a BAMF

There is silence throughout the pub. The patrons are staring openly, and Darcy is frowning tightly. "Well? Did you mean it?" Her question is impatient, and when they don't say anything, she sighs, and mutters under her breath, "I thought not."

Natasha frowns at her. "Darcy?" She places a hand on Darcy's shoulder, but the brunette shakes her off, and faces the men who are, apparently, her brothers.

"Well," she's standing up smoothing out the skirt of her dark red dress, and they're all still staring. "It was nice to see you all again." Her accent has changed, everyone notes, but they don't say a word. Coulson's frowning quietly, and both he and Natasha are glaring at Tony and Loki.

Darcy turns on her heel, and leaves the bar, and the silence becomes so loud it's deafening. Natasha and Coulson share a quiet look, and Steve stands up, as if to go after her. He's pulled down by the redheaded Russian assassin. "Don't." It's Coulson that speaks, even though it's Natasha that's giving them all The Look. "Just, don't. She needs time." Steve gets a slight look of defeat on his face, but nods anyway.

Slowly the patrons begin to go back to their previous conversations. Arthur slides into the Avenger's booth. Alistair, Dylan, and Seamus all surround the booth. Arthur starts them off. "We need to talk."

No one notices Alfred leave the pub to go after Darcy.

Darcy is leaning on the railing, looking out over the Thames as the cool, English, night air washes over her when Alfred finally catches up to her. "Hey," the American says softly. "Darcy, right? Darcy Lewis?"

The young woman glances over the the much younger blonde beside her. "Unofficially, yes," she states softly.

America nods. "I'm sorry about what happened in there," he tells her softly, looking out over the water. "That was cruel of them." He shook his head. "Not telling you that they cared..." He raised his head to look up at the cloudy London sky. "I can't believe Arthur."

She snorts softly. "You sound like you know him well."

Beside her, her companion chuckles. "I should hope so. I'm his boyfriend."

Darcy sighs softly. "I'm his older sister, and it feels like I don't know anything. About any of them." She frowned sadly.

"You might know more than you think," Alfred told her. "All four of them tend to be short sighted." When she raised her eyebrow, he shook his head. "It's nothing."

Darcy huffed. "Don't you dare tell me it's nothing, young man. Something is obviously bothering you." She belatedly realized that she had slipped into her "Older Sister" voice, as Seamus had once called it, but America simply grinned at her, and pointed to the skies.

"I'm a pilot," he told her. "Not just a nation. A pilot, a scientist. I have several degrees, and a Phd in Astrophysics."

Darcy frowned, not quite understanding where this was going. "So you're intelligent."

"Mhm," he made a tone of agreement. "I try. Your brother, my boyfriend, on the other hand..."

Realization flooded the woman's eyes. "He thinks you're an idiot."

"Because of my presentations at the meetings," America agreed. "I tend to come up with these terrible, but funny ideas, not because I'm stupid, or because I don't care about the state of the world, but because there's no point. We have the meetings so we'll be out of our boss's hair for awhile."

"No one else sees it like that," Darcy murmurs. "I'm sorry," she tells him quietly. "That they're all so dumb."

He chuckles. "Most, but not all." At her curious eyebrow, he laughs again. "Maria; Mexico, she's pretty cool, even if she isn't fond of me. And Mattie, my brother, he's Canada. Everyone forgets about him, but he's awesome." The boy thinks for a moment. "Romano is South Italy. He's sees through my speeches about giant Global Warming Destroying Robots. And France will try to hit on you every chance he gets, but he's smart. So's Prussia, come to think of it."

"I thought that Prussia was dissolved," Darcy asked curiously, finally calming down, and happy to be in decent company.

"Oh yes," America told her. "He was. But he became East Germany instead." He grins. "Germany's cool, even if he doesn't understand that I can hold a decent conversation. He's generally the one that tries to control the meetings." He grins at her. "What about you? Who're your friends?"

Darcy hums. "Mine are interesting," she informs him. "I've got three Super Secret Agents of Doom, two Norse gods, and four genius scientists." America nods or her to continue. "Thor and Loki are the gods. Thor's pretty loud, but very nice," she tells him. "He was banished to New Mexico for a few days; that's how I met him. Loki's his adoptive brother. God of mischief, so he's pretty self explanatory."

Alfred raises an eyebrow. "Isn't he the one that was in Germany? The one the Holocaust Survivor stood up to?"

"Yeah," she told him. "Although, if he's telling the truth, that gentleman is currently living out the rest of his life without any constraints on money." She smiled gently. "Jane a Erik, they're scientists. The ones involved with the Einstein-Rosen Bridge. Bruce Banner does a lot of work with Gamma rays."

"I've met them," America told her. "Tony Stark as well. Erik, Bruce, and Jane are nice. Tony is...Tony."

Darcy laughs. "There is no other way to describe Tony," she mutters. "Clint, Natasha, and Phil are the secret agents. Well," she amends, "Not that secret anymore, since they brought S.H.I.E.L.D. down."

"Yeah," Alfred laughs. "Not so secret. They're still trending on Twitter." Darcy laughs, long a full, but Alfred's next words stop her cold. "Are you interested in any of them?"

She bites her bottom lip. "If I say no, would you believe me?"

"No." The blonde shook his head, and his cowlick fluttered in the breeze.

She gave a frustrated huff. "Yes, I'm interested. No, I will not tell you who I'm interested in. Don't pester me about it."

"Will you try to get with them?"

The brunette groans. "That's pestering!" America is silent, clearly still waiting for an answer. "Alright, fine! No! I'm not going to try."

"Why not?"

"They won't be interested," Darcy informs him solemnly. "Even if they were interested before, they won't be soon."

"You're going to tell them?" America looks surprised. "Really?"

Dacry made a face. "Not if I can help it," she said softly. "But they're going to ask questions."

"So you might tell them. And you're worried that your crushes won't want to be with you when they find out."

She turned to face him. "America, we're nations. Excluding each other, everyone around us dies."

The young man nodded. "This is true. But try to be optimistic. They might not care."

"Yeah," the woman mutters. "I guess." She stops leaning against the railing of the bridge. "I'm going back to my hotel," she tells him, before grabbing his phone out of his pocket, and typing something in. "That's my number. Secure line. If you ever need help, or just want to talk," she trailed off, and he smiled.

"I'll call," he said. "I promise." She begins to walk away, before he calls out. "You know we were never properly introduced."

She laughs. "I'm Darcy Lewis," she calls over her shoulder. "Republic of Ireland."

"Alfred. F. Jones," he calls back. "United States of America."

She turns around, and starts walking backwards, and waves good bye. He does the same, and walks away in the opposite direction. On her way back to the hotel, Darcy finds herself looking up at the night sky, to find that some of the cloud cover is gone, and she can see the stars. As the looks up at the diamonds that hand in the sky, she can't help but think about the words of a certain blonde American, and about Russian Assassins, and dangerous secret agents.