A week passed as I tried to get back into routine.

I would rise at five a.m. to clean the stables and feed the horses. At six a.m. I would take a shower and get dressed into my Nightingale uniform. A white button down shirt with a dark blue tie and a matching blazer with the school crest over the heart, the crest was a black raven. (I know it makes no sense, isn't nightingale a bird too? Why do we have a raven for a mascot? Simple, Mr. Elliot Nightingale like ravens, so the mascot's a raven.) The dark blue plaid skirt had light blue and green lines and it came to mid-thigh. I always wore mini shorts underneath; you never know when that gust of wind will show up.

Six-thirty, eat breakfast with the family, the only difference that took place was that Arthur, Matthew, and Francis were now taking a place at the dining table.

"Morning everyone," I greeted as I took my seat across from Arthur.

Arthur nodded to me, "Morning Amy," he takes a sip of his tea.

"We made cream stuffed French toast," Matthew said as he placed a pastry with strawberries and whip cream in front of me.

"Thank you, just want we need on a Monday morning," I smiled and took a bite. "Mmm, I'm in heaven."

"We also made some eggs and bacon," Mom placed a large serving plate in the middle of the table.

Dad beamed at Mom, "We have beautiful angel serving us, so Amy your right we are in heaven."

Mom playfully slaps him on his arm but still blushed like a school girl, which didn't fit when she wore her light blue nurse scrubs. When Mom took her seat at the other end of the table, across from Dad, Francis sat a tea cup beside her, "For the angel."

"Now Francis you do know that angel is my wife," Dad said jokingly.

"Well of course, but still she is an angel for letting us stay here," Francis smiled.

"Heel boy," Arthur grabbed his collar and pulled him down into the seat next to him.

Matthew placed five pounds of fish into Kumajirou's dish and dog food into Lady's. The pair waited by his heels till he moved away. Both have become fast friends; they ate together, played together, and napped together.

Matthew then sat himself next to me, "So do you have anything planned after school?" he asked.

"The girls and I are going shopping for prom dresses," I answered as I took another bite of my breakfast.

"Prom? At an international school?" Matthew quirked a brow.

"It all started at our sister school in New York. The American students were pissed that they weren't going to have a prom. So they wrote up a petition and argued that prom would be a perfect example of American culture," I explained. "It's not any different from the other schools- I mean I heard that the Nightingale in Japan have cultural and sports festivals."

"Is the prom during the first week of May?" Dad asked and I nodded.

"Make sure to get something for the wedding," Mom added.

I nodded, Johnny and Celine's wedding was pushed a week behind, so instead of the wedding being this Saturday, it would be the next. "You guys gonna stay for the wedding?"

Arthur and Francis share a look before Matthew spoke, "Um, we would love to, but Amy there's something we have to-"

I glanced at the clock on my phone, it was seven. "Oh I gotta go." I wolfed down the rest of my food, kissed my parents on each of their cheeks and said, "Bye you guys see ya later." I ran out the front door.

Nightingale was across town and only a mile away from the beach; some of the classrooms have great views of the ocean. The school was made of brown brick with five buildings surrounding the main building with the bell tower. The main building holds the auditorium, cafeteria, two gyms, the library, the teacher's office and some classrooms for cultural and history courses.

The building on the right of the main was the math and science building with several labs and computer rooms. The building on the left was reserved for the fine arts; it had art rooms for painting, sculpturing, and for photographing. Dance rooms, mini theaters and some literature classes. The last three buildings were the dorms for the students and teachers, the boy and girl dorms were only a short fifteen minute walk away from each other, but the teacher's dorm was right in the middle of them; that's how they get-cha.

I parked my jeep in the student parking lot, grabbed my backpack and made a mad dash to the main building as the first bell ranged.

"No running in the halls," a teacher exclaimed but I was already running around a corner, trying to reach my first period.

I burst through the door of my world cultural class and found that Mrs. Lope was not in yet. "Safe!" I declared and sat myself in the back with Ella and Heisuke. "Morning," I greeted.

"Amy!" Ella rose from her seat and gave me a hug.

"Good morning," Heisuke greeted in his native tongue and adorably soft voice.

Both Ella and I cooed, "Awww," and I pitched his cheek affectionately. "Has anyone ever told you how cute you are?"

Heisuke blushed, "You have."

I giggled as Mrs. Lope came walking through the door. "Take out your tablets, and open your textbook to page 340."

With that class was in session.

Three hours passed till fourth hour began, which was my free period. I used this time to blow off some stream in one of the empty dance rooms. I quickly dress into my black yoga pants, purple tank top, and black ballet slippers. I stretched my limbs, plugged in my iPod into the speakers and played Adele's classic song, 'Rolling in the Deep'.

I took a moment to listen to Adele's enchanting voice, allowing me time to pick up on the well-known beat. I threw myself into the music, throwing up my legs into powerful leaps, landing with one foot on to the wooden floor and twirling myself into a spin. When the beat would pick up with the claps I shuffled my feet to the beat with a mix of tapping and stomping. I tried to tell a story in my dancing, the song tells of heartbreak so I displayed a girl in the stages of losing someone she loved. That wasn't hard for lost was something I knew.

When the song ended, I was left standing with my hand wrapped around Grandpa's ring. I haven't taken it off once since Michel laced it around my neck.

"Wow, you dance pretty good, doesn't she Raivis?" a British voice spoke from behind and I turned around to find two teenage boys around my age. Both were dressed in Nightingale uniforms, which were pretty close to the girls except the guys wore pants of course. The guy that spoke had dirty blond hair and blue eyes with large thick eyebrows. The guy behind him had light brown hair with violet eyes and was currently peeking behind the door.

"Come on out Raivis, it's just America," the first boy pulled the other in.

I tensed, "You're countries."

"Yup," the blond grinned, "and may I say Miss Amy Hawkfeather you have an interesting life." He pulled out a folder from the inside of his blazer, "Britain thought he sealed these but unlike him I stay in touch with today's technology and became a pretty good hacker."

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Sealand and this is Latvia," he gestured to the boy behind him. "But I'm pretty sure you want our human names."

"Yeah," I said, a little annoyed.

"I'm Peter Kirkland and the chap behind me is Raivis Galante."

Raivis finally seemed to gather some courage to say, "Hello Ms. America."

"Kirkland? That's the same name as Arthur's. Are you two related?"

Peter snorted. "Haven't seen him as my brother in decades, usually that guy never cares for anything but himself."

Sounds like some bad blood between those two. "What do you want?" I asked, changing the subject.

Peter seemed thankful for the change for his smile came back, "At first we just wanted to see where Britain was hiding you. So I took a peek into his computer's system and found you're records," he cracks the file open. "You were founded September 11, 2001, adopted by John and Jessica Hawkfeather. You live in Summerland California, and you go to Nightingale. But what really got me stumped was that neither Britain nor Canada was ever stated in these records. They weren't part of your life for seventeen years."

"Yeah, so?"

"Well just a few weeks ago, right at the end of spring break Arthur said they were raising you."

"What?!" I shouted.

"You didn't know?" Peter grinned at the thought of knowing something that I didn't. "You do remember Feliciano Vargas and Ludwig Beilschmidt right? Well they're Italy and Germany and they made sure to report their sighting of you. The countries were so excited to find out you were alive. Even Prussia called out for a man hunt, most countries found it barbaric but in truth, curiosity would've gotten the best of us and we would all come searching for you. But Britain said that wasn't necessary and that he'll have you ready to come to Austria's party which is only a few days from now."

This information sent my thoughts spinning. Man hunt! There's more coming?! Who the hell is Prussia? Wait, Arthur lied about raising me! Is that why they're here?! To take me away to Austria!

I clutched my fists, digging my fingernails into the skin of my palms. I counted to ten and controlled my breathing, "What are you two going do with this information?"

Peter shrugged, "This would make some good gossip don't you think?"

"Wrong answer," I said through gritted teeth and smashed my fist into his cheek, knocking him out cold.

Raivis yelped and I pulled him by his collar to meet me at eye level. He and Peter were a few inches taller than me. His violet eyes widened in fear and he was beginning to tremble. "You two are coming with me."

During lunch, we sneaked out of school, which was already hard enough when I was half carrying half dragging an unconscious boy. Luckily the back hallways were empty and we made our clean escape through the track field into the parking lot.

I unlocked my car doors and helped Raivis throw Peter in the back. I then gestured for him to sit in the passenger seat; he nodded and sat him himself nervously next to me. I clicked in my seat belt and waited for Raivis.

He noticed and his eyes became doe like, "w-w-why are you looking at me?" he said in a weak voice.

"Seat belt," I remarked.

"O-o-o-h r-r-right," he stuttered and with trembling hands he pulled the belt close but kept missing the buckle. I grew annoyed quick and grabbed his hand to help him but he screamed and pulled from my grasp.

"Dude, calm down I'm just trying to help you."

"Like you helped Peter," he whispered harshly.

I sighed, "I'm sorry okay, when I get mad I lose it, especially when my family is threatened."

He stopped trembling, "he wasn't threatening your family."

"No, but he wanted to tell the other countries of my family, and what I can gather you people find it real interesting that I was raised by humans. I don't know what that interest would lead to, so I'm taking precaution."

"By kidnapping us?" his eyes widened at the thought and he was shaking again.

He had such a baby face that it made him look like a little boy. I always had a soft spot for kids, maybe that's why I placed a gentle hand on his cheek. He tensed under the touch of my skin but I quickly soothed him, "Hey no one's going to hurt you, not even me. I swear."

He was holding his breath as if he was waiting for a hit in the gut. "Hey, breathe. Come on, in and out." I began to breathe in large amounts of air through my nose and exhale through my mouth. "In." I inhaled, "Out." I exhaled.

I repeated this twice till he joined me, "See you're fine," I cooed like he was a frighten animal.

He stopped shaking and nodded. I gave him my sweetest smile and gestured him to hand me the seat belt. He gives it willingly and I buckled him in. I started the engine, pulled out of the lot and sped my way home.

I parked my car in front; both Mom and Dad were at work by now so their cars were gone. I turned my jeep off and jumped out, "Help me with Peter." I didn't need to ask twice for Raivis was already opening the back door to pull Peter out. I leaned him on one of my shoulders and Raivis grabbed the other side.

"Uh," Peter groaned, "where are we?"

"At my house," I said as I helped him up the porch steps and through the front door.

We met Matthew in the living room, "Amy what are you-" he stopped when he took a closer look at boys beside me. "Raivis? Peter! What happen to you?!"

"He pissed me off," I proclaimed as Raivis and I sat Peter on the sofa. "Oh that also reminds me, I'm pissed at all three of you!"

"What did we do?!" Matthew exclaimed.

"You lied to them," I pointed at Raivis and Peter. Then I yelled, "Francis! Arthur! Get your asses down here!"

Both of them took their sweet time reaching the living room, Francis had a concerned expression while Arthur had on scowl. "A young lady shouldn't use such language-"

"Oh shut the fuck up! No one gives a shit! What I want to know is why you told all the other countries that you were raising me!"

Arthur's eyes widen but narrowed when he laid eyes on Peter, "What are you doing here?"

I stood in front of him, "Don't you dare try and change the subject. What happened to being truthful with one another huh? I let you into my house, into my family and this how you repay me!"

"This was before we ever made this so called agreement. What I did, what I told them was for your own safety," Arthur said calmly.

"From what? Them," I pointed to Peter and Raivis, "I took the blond out with one punch."

"Which was not necessary," Peter added, "I would've came here if you just asked."

"Sorry," I gave a blunt reply and turned my attention back to Arthur. "He even told me about this so called party that Austria is throwing and that you wanted to take me to it. Is that why you're here?!"

"One of the reasons yes, but Amy-"

"What other reasons?! Was it because I was raised by humans? That I lived my entire life thinking I was human?"

Arthur finally snapped, "Yes! I'm angry that Alfred would choose bloody strangers to raise you over his own family! That these people had the audacity to hide what you are and to hide you from us!"

Everyone was silent till I spoke, "I knew it. I didn't want to believe you were just playing along with me and my family, but my gut feeling was right. You hate this don't you? You hate that I'm happy without you and the other countries. That I don't need you." His face was breaking composer and I continued, "I see why Alfred left me here. He didn't want you to be anywhere near me and you know what I think it was the best decision he ever made. Like he said, he didn't want history to repeat." With those final words left in the air, I stormed out of the house.

Notes: I decided to make Peter and Raivis older than what they're portrayed in the anime/manga. I mean in World Series we see Sealand older- so I decided to go with it, and I didn't want to leave Raivis behind. I'll also make Seychelles and Liechtenstein look like they're the same age as Amy- I figured they would make good friends.