As I walked through the front doors of the main building I was a little surprised to find the nations already waiting inside. The moment I entered, the nations turned their eyes on me instantly. All of them wore business suites, being in the colors of black, navy, khaki or gray. The female countries had the choice between a skirt and a stylish pants suite; most went with skirts. Their faces were unreadable, but a few gave me polite smiles.

I returned their greetings and walked through the crowd, looking for an isolated place to hide and collect my thoughts.

"Amy," Arthur called out and I sighed, there goes that plan.

I turned around to face Arthur, Francis and Matthew, "Well, fancy meeting you all here," I said sarcastically.

Arthur sighed, "Please restrain yourself of any sarcastic comments during the meeting."

"But that wouldn't be as fun," I smiled and scanned the area, searching for anyone that could possibly be the woman that I spoke with. But the only women that were in the room were the female nations.

"Attention countries," Ludwig shouted over the crowd and we turned to face him. "It seems everyone is here," he opens the door to the auditorium, "let's begin."

The countries followed him in and Matthew placed a hand on my shoulder, "Make sure when you're in there; call them by their nation names."

I nodded, "Got it," we waited for the room to clear before I walked in with Francis, Arthur and Matthew.

The nations took their seats in center section of the auditorium and I was about to walk into the twenty-first row till Ludwig called out, "America, please come and sit in the front row. This meeting is about you and your," he took a moment, "circumstances."

"Wow, subtle," I remarked.

Arthur pinched my arm, "Restrain yourself," he repeated through gritted teeth.

I rolled my eyes, strolled down the aisle and sat myself in the center of first row. Matthew sat on my left, Arthur on my right and Francis sat next to him. Everyone was eerie silent till Ludwig cleared his throat and began, "Welcome everyone, I hope there were no inconveniences."

"This is certainly an inconvenience," I mumbled.

Arthur squeezed my hand, "Enough."

I stuck my tongue out at him when he wasn't looking.

Ludwig continued with his speech and instructs of how to process the meeting in the proper way. While he spoke, I was tempted to make a puppet with my hand and mouth 'blah, blah, blah'. I think Matthew could read my mind for he sat my hand back down when I wanted to raise it.

Ludwig turned to Arthur, "Britain, I speak for everyone when I ask, why did you lie to us?"

Arthur sighed and rose to his feet, "America had no idea who she was, if we just simply showed up at her door and told her she was a nation. She would have called the police and most of you would ignore them, even go as far as to resist an arrest and persuade no wait, force America into believing she was nation."

"What makes you think we would act like that?" Mikkel exclaimed.

"It's because I know you. And I know America; she's stubborn, just like her father. She would have fought back, along with her family and friends. This would've lead to an international disturbance, we would've had to make a convincing cover story with the media and I believe our bosses would've had our asses the next day.

"I lied to all of you, and for that I am sorry. But I just couldn't take the chance of all of you getting on a plane and coming to this every town. America needed time to accept the truth. Once she was ready, I brought her to Austria, where she would've met all of you in a safe environment."

"Safe?" A red haired man laughed harshly, "Did you forget the part where you decided to place goddamned spell on the house and fuck with everyone."

"I did what I had to protect her," Arthur hissed.

"Who's that?" I whispered to Matthew.

"That's Scotland, Britain's older brother," he answered.

My eyes widened and I looked back to Scotland, he had the same green eyes as Arthur but he was taller and his eyebrows weren't as thick.

"Sorry to burst your bubble little brother but it's because of you, she was attacked by Russia," Scotland smirked.

Arthur froze and everyone waited in awkward silence for his response. I noticed his hands were curled into fists and they were shaking. I gritted my teeth together in irritation; the way Scotland seemed to enjoy criticizing Arthur and placing blame on him for Ivan's actions was pissing me off. It wasn't Arthur's fault that Ivan was a total bastard. My anger seemed to only grow when memories of Ivan and his attempt of rape on my well being invaded my mind. I dug my nails into my palms and took a deep calming breath.

I reached out and grabbed Arthur's hand. His hand stopped trembling and he side glanced to me. "I don't blame you," I whispered as I squeezed his hand encouragingly.

He squeezed back and focused on Scotland, "What's important right now is America's future, Scotland. If you prefer to ponder on the past, I suggest you sit down and be quiet." He turned away and sat back down, completely ignoring Scotland's existence. He gave me a small smile and nodded his thanks.

Ludwig moved on, "America."

"Yes," I said, annoyed.

He either didn't notice my attitude or simply ignored it. "Would you care to enlighten us on how you came to be adopted by a human family?"

"You don't know," my tone grew with harsh venom but I was able to keep it low. "These guys didn't tell you?" I glanced to Arthur, Francis and Matthew; they remained silent. I turned back to Ludwig, he was waiting. I rolled my eyes and summarized the tale. "Alfred came to my grandfather in a bright burst of golden light and in his arms was me." My tone was over exaggerated, like a storyteller's. "Alfred bestowed his bundle of joy into John Senior's arms and told him to raise me as his own." I clapped my hands, "The rest is history."

He inhaled through his nose, he was clearly peeved. "And how do you know this?"

"My grandfather left a video," he knitted his brows in confusion and I said sarcastically, "what? That wasn't in my file?"

"No," he said through gritted teeth.

I rose to my feet, "Then tell me, what's exactly in it?"

"Adoption papers, test scores, and medical records. Then it also connects to your adopted parent's family tree charts, credit scores, occupations, and birth and death certificates-"

"So, pretty much you people don't know shit!" I exclaimed.

"Amy!" Arthur slipped and called me by my human name.

I ignored him, "Let's stop beating around the damned brush, shall we. What do you want from me?!"

I saw that the vein in Ludwig's forehead was throbbing but he still answered in a calm voice. "Who knows about you," he asked it more like a statement than a question.

"Who knows about me? Hmm, I have no idea," I shrugged my shoulders.

"I will not play games with you, America," he hissed.

"Then leave!"

"Enough!" we turned to face Yao Wang, "You are getting nowhere," he told Ludwig and turned to me. "America, we have asked nicely, but if you continue to refuse us we will have no choice but locate everyone you know. That means your adopted family, friends, teachers, classmates, and neighbors well be taken in for questioning." He narrowed his eyes at me, "Keep in mind, we have ways of getting what we want."

I gritted my teeth, my irritation and anger was building. When I spoke, my voice didn't seem like it belonged to me. "Lay one hand on anyone I care about, I will beat you to a bloody pulp."

Yao's amber eyes widened as he took a step back. Silence filled the room till a single voice boomed with laughter. Gilbert rose to his feet, wiping away a tear, "are you threatening us?"

He said this like I was a five year old kid who just said that unicorns existed. Something snapped and before I even understood what I was doing; I was stomping up the stairs to the side of the stage, lifting up the massive wooden podium our headmaster would use for announcements and hurling it right at Gilbert's face.

Unfortunately he ducked and the podium broke into pieces as it landed in the aisle. I screamed, "I sure as hell ain't asking you to senior prom!"

Blake was able to sneak into the private school through the front. He followed a young Asian man with shaggy brown hair and dark amber eyes. He didn't seem to notice that a child was right behind him when he opened the door. From there, he ducked behind a pillar and waited for the nations to enter the auditorium. Once they were gone, he followed Owl around the corner and entered through a side door that had a square window. He walked through the dark narrow hallway and found an opening through the red velvet curtain.

Blake watched from behind the curtain. His eyes widened as he saw Amy's aura transformed to wrathful red, but that color was darkening. After she threw the podium, Blake found a large black cloud like mist swirling around Amy.

"Is this what you do?!" a man with slick back blond hair and blue eyes shouted. "When things don't go your way, you throw a tantrum!"

"I'll show you tantrum!" Amy leaped from the stage and tackled him to the ground.

Chaos broke out and Blake was only able to see the nations tripping over their own feet as they rushed to the front, trying to stop the fight.

"What's going on? What's happening to Amy?!" Blake asked Owl.

"You saw the dark mist, didn't you?" Owl asked but didn't wait for him to answer. "We call them vapors; they exist in the shadows and thrive off of chaos."

"Is that what's making Amy act like this? I mean she has a temper, but-"

"It doesn't matter; a vapor can make even the gentlest person violent."

Blake turned back to the crowd of countries, who were still trying to control the situation. He couldn't really see the fight, for it was right below the stage, but he could hear the aggressive shouts and the cracks of bones.

"Well," Owl said, "what are you going to do?"

He bit his bottom lip and stood quiet.

Owl was about to comment, till Blake noticed her feathers stood on end and her eyes widen. "Blake," her voice was alert, "we need to leave."

"No!" his senses were blinded by his emotions; he didn't see the shadows moving at first.

"Move!" she screeched and flew at him, her talons were out and she began pushing him out the door they came in from. "Go! We must go!"

"Stop it! Stop! Owl!" he exclaimed as she continued to shove him to the door. The lights from the hall shined through the window but when Blake turned to face the door, a cloud of mist swarmed and absorbed every trace of light. His eyes widen as black mist swirled in the darkness.

Owl's talons gripped the back of his collar and she flapped her wings furiously. "Back! Go back!"

He turned around and ran back to the curtains, but his ankle was caught and pulled down. He crashed to the floor, his head making full contact with a thud. His vision blurred but his sight quickly recovered. He looked to his ankle and found a dark cloud circling around his calf. Blake tried to crawl but the vapor was stronger. He was dragged away from the curtain and all he could do was scream.

At that moment, the vapor screeched in pain and released Blake from its hold. Owl ripped into the vapor, tearing it apart with her talons and beck. "Blake, run!" Move vapors surrounded her and Blake rose to his feet and ran into the costume room. Owl was right behind and once she was in, he slammed the door shut.

"Owl, what's happening?!" Blake's voice was high and scared.

Owl panted, "She's gotten stronger, and it's not helping that the nations are fighting. They're growing stronger because of it."

The door began to shake as the room darkens; a unisex voice vibrated from the door, "A child of Sight."

"It's been so long since we seen that violet color!" another unisex voice added. Then a series of voices resounded through the room.

"Come out, come out! Give us a piece."

"A delicious morsel!"

"We promise to be quick!"

"Do not lie!"

"We plan to savor this child!"

The vapors began to slam against the door, "She said we couldn't have the girl."

"But she didn't say we couldn't have you."

"But she would be proud."

"Yes, so proud!"

"To know we have gotten rid of the Sight."

"She would reward us greatly!"

"For a person of Sight would interfere with her plans."

"He would be a nuisance!"

"A bother!"

"A pest!"

"He must be killed," a voice whispered.

"Killed," all the voices hissed together.

"Killed," their voices rose in volume.

"Killed!" they chanted.

Blake backed away and closed his eyes tightly. "Leave me alone," he whimpered, "just leave me alone."

Owl grabbed his shirt and pulled him to a wardrobe, "hide in here."

He was frozen in place. Tears streaked down his face. He was terrified; all he wanted to do was fold himself into fetal position, close his eyes and picture himself anywhere but here.

"Blake!" Owl screamed, "Blake!"

But he sank to the floor, hugged his knees to his chest and rocked back and forth.

Owl cursed and transformed. She grew ten feet tall and had a massive fifteen foot wing span. Blake gasped but he didn't get chance to cry out. Owl wrapped her claw like foot around his waist and opened the door of the wardrobe with the other. She threw him in and slammed the door in his face.

She turned to face the door of the costume room as it burst open and the vapors swarmed in. The clouds of darkness swirled and twisted around Owl.

"Give us the boy!" they cried.

Owl flapped out her wings and clawed at them with her talons. The vapors screeched and sliced through her wings. Owl cried out in agony but she continued to fight. The vapors didn't stop; one circled itself around her neck and hauled her to the ground. Blake hid himself in the furs that hanged in the wardrobe and continued to watch in fear through the small crack of the door he opened. He was trembling and he had to cover his mouth to keep from crying out.

Once Owl hit the ground, the vapors twirled and completely covered her in a dark cloud. Blake heard Owl screech in horror and pain and he covered his ears to block it out. He closed his eyes and whimpered for help.

When the cries stopped, he looked out. Owl was still in her massive size but her feathers were no longer white and brown. The feathers that covered her breast and the inside of her wings were dark gray. The outside of her wings were covered in black. That color spread to her head, tail and talons.

Blake gulped and called out, "Owl, you okay?"

She was panting and her face was still connected to the floor.

Blake opened the door, "Owl?"

She lifted her head up, her feathers were dark gray and her eyes were soulless white. She screamed and sprang at him. Blake closed the door and Owl's talons scraped and clawed at the wood. Owl cried out and slammed her beck into the door. She was able to peel off a piece big enough for her to look in through. Her lifeless white eye peaked through and Blake screamed.

He crawled till his back hit the wall of the wardrobe. Owl continued to screech as she tore the door apart. Blake held his knees to his chest and began to sob, "Somebody help, please. Blair, Mommy, Daddy, G-Pa, I'm scared."

The dark feathered owl finally broke through and blew open the doors.

Blake held up his hands to cover his face, closed his eyes and screamed, "Leave me alone!"

A bright violet light exploded from his hands and Owl fell back. Blake opened his eyes and found Owl panting as she rose to her feet. His eyes widened when he saw a violet hole in the middle of her chest. She looked down and flaws began to break around the hole. The cracks spread throughout her body and the violet light shattered her as she screamed in anguish.

Owl was gone.

Blake breathed in and out and curled up against the fur coats. Tears swam in his eyes as his shoulders shook and his sobs grew louder.

When I tackled Ludwig to the ground, I was only able to get one punch in before Gilbert dragged me off. I slammed my fist into his face and he cried out in German. "Shit!"

"America, calm down," Arthur exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back.

"Let me go! Let me go!" I screamed.

Matthew came to my side and placed his hand on my shoulder, his arm was across my torso as he held me back.

"You bitch!" Gilbert shouted.

Francis stepped between him and me, "Calm down Gil, let this go."

"That little bitch broke my nose!" Gilbert jumped at me, but Francis held him back.

"I was trying to break your face!" I yelled.

Gunshots echoed off the walls and we froze. We looked up to the door and found a man dressed in a dark suit with his gun pointed to the ceiling. "Clear the aisle," he ordered.