"I will not ask again," the man had a strong New Yorker accent, "clear the aisle!"

"Who are you?!" the nation of Switzerland shouted. "Do you have authorization to be here?!"

The man pointed his gun at Vash's forehead and showed his badge, "My name is Louis Catalano, I'm part of the US Secret Service; I work directly under the president. I know who you all are and I damn well know that a bullet in the head won't kill you, but it certainly will shut you up. Now get back." Vash glared but did what he was told. The man turned to face the rest of us, "All of you get back!"

The nations cleared the aisle as Louis walked to the bottom of the stage. He made sure to kick aside the broken pieces of the podium as he did. Once he reached below the stage, he aimed his gun at Matthew and Arthur, "Let the girl go."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Matthew proclaimed.

My anger cooled, "I'm fine," I said.

"But-"

"I'm fine," I shook them off and turned to Louis. He had dark hair and eyes with fair skin. He was tall and wide, like a football player. I watched as Louis slid his gun back into his holster and buttoned his suit jacket. He pressed a finger on his ear piece and spoke, "Wolves have been tamed; repeat wolves have been tamed. Bring in Bunny."

Bunny?

Then a middle aged woman with two male bodyguards walked down the aisle. One man was dark skinned with a shaved head; he was the taller of the two. The man next to him was blond and fair skinned. The men wore the same suits as Louis did. The woman was of average height and had wavy jaw length brown hair. Her suit was navy blue with a white blouse underneath her jacket.

The woman was Isabella Garcia, the president of the United States of America; technically my boss.

"Hello nations, it's been awhile," she smiled and turned to me, "Hello Amy, or should I say America, your choice of course."

Her voice sounded familiar, "you're that woman I talked to on the phone."

"Yes, that was me. I'm sorry I took so long, traffic was horrible."

Arthur interrupted, "Amy you called her?"

"Is that a bad thing?"

"He's just mad that I've barged in with guns blazing. Presidents and Prime Ministers are not allowed to interfere with nations' meetings."

Ludwig added quickly. "Madam President, those rules are meant to be followed. Besides, this meeting has nothing to do with you-"

"Nothing to do with me. Amy is my nation, she is under my protection." Isabella narrowed her dark eyes at him. "We have always watched out for her and it certainly isn't going to stop now."

"Hold it," Arthur proclaimed, "what do you mean by that?" He knitted his brows, "Have you known about Amy?"

She looked at him, "did you really believe the US government wouldn't know where their own nation was," she said this more as statement than a question.

"You lied to us," Arthur whispered at first, but his voice rose in volume. "Bush and Obama, they knew about Amy didn't they."

Isabella kept her face emotionless, "Yes."

"All this time," he clutched his fists, "you made us believe that Alfred was gone. Obama repeatedly gloated that America was thriving without him." He snorted, "Your government took great pleasure in rubbing that fact into our faces. But all this time you were all hypocrites, hiding his successor from us!"

"We were only following Alfred's last wishes." She pulled out an envelope from the inside of her jacket. Bush's name was written on the front.

"That's Al's hand writing," Matthew proclaimed.

Isabella opened the envelope and pulled out a letter. I noticed that everyone was quiet as they watched the president.

She read out loud:

"The last will and testament of Alfred F. Jones.

"I don't have enough time, so I'll try and make this quick.

"Bush, I don't want to scare you. But I'm falling apart. This was too much for me and I'm sorry and ashamed for my weakness, but I just can't. I'm disappearing, but don't worry.

"America will go on.

"Just think of it as a break for everyone, to grow and learn.

"Don't misunderstand me, I won't be coming back.

"America will now be represented by my daughter. You should see her; she's gorgeous with all ten fingers and toes. She's also got a pair of lungs on her. You told me once how it felt to hold your daughters for the first time. Back then I wished I understood; now I do.

"But it's bittersweet, because my time with her is so short.

"I know you would care for her in my place.

"I know you would let her stay in the White House with you and your family. But what if you don't get voted in for second term? And another family moves in, would this go on every four years? Families coming and going?

"Arthur, Francis, and Matthew would visit, but they can't be with her all the time. Amy would be alone, with only the White House staff to keep her company.

"I wish to give her a real family.

"With a mother, that would make her cookies just because. A father that would teach her how to throw a baseball, and siblings that would pick on her, but kick another kid's ass if they tried to do the same.

"I want her to have grandparents that will spoil her, aunts and uncles that would tell her stories around a campfire and cousins she can bond and play with.

"I want to give her everything I didn't have.

"Artie, Mattie, Francis, please don't take this the wrong way. You guys are my family, and you're a great family, but as a child I was alone. It wasn't till I was older we had the opportunity to see each other more often, thanks to planes and faster boats. But work always seemed to get in the way, and the only time we spent together was during times of war.

"I don't want Amy to grow up around that.

"I want her to have a normal life, to grow and learn at her own pace and to experience life before she has to become a nation.

"And for this wish to be fulfilled, absolutely no nations can ever know of Amy's existent till her eighteenth birthday.

"So Bush, I ask of you and all of presidents in the future to watch over Amy from a distance and to let her be raised by John Senior Hawkfeather and his family. I have known them for years; they're good people.

"This family is to be protected at all times, that also includes anyone that Amy gets close to. Extended family, friends, teachers, and neighbors will be protected by the government.

"The nations cannot harm them in anyway.

"Now for my possessions and properties; my assets will be placed in a savings account in John Senior's name till Amy's eighteenth birthday. My apartment in New York City will be given to Diana Butler. I knew her mother, Sophie Ross back in the seventies. I have found out that Diana has been accepted to NYU. Her rent and utilities will be paid for all four years. She can either pay for it herself after she's done with college or sell it.

"I leave the ranch in San Antonio, Texas to Carlos Lopez, he was a man I hired to watch over the ranch whenever I wasn't around, which was a lot. He practically owns it, let's just make it legal. Also, help him get his US citizenship, he's a good man, he deserves it.

"The beach house in Summerland, California will be left to John Senior Hawkfeather.

"And I leave my home in Charlottesville, Virginia to Amy. All of my possessions from the apartment, the ranch and the beach house will be moved to that house. Please leave them in the storage room. Amy can decide if she wishes to keep them or not.

"Also, my last words to my family:

"Arthur, I know we've had our fights and we were never able to see eye to eye, but we've had our moments. Thank you for raising me and caring for me like I was your own. For telling me stories of knights and fairies when I couldn't sleep. Cooking for me, even though I knew no better and even when I did; I still ate it. It was the only thing that made you happy. Please, don't hate me. I know you must be angry and you have every right to be, but once you get to know the Hawkfeathers, you'll see that I did the right thing. Also, I forgive you for Karen.

"Francis, thank you for always giving me advice, even when I didn't take it; you always were so patient. You always made me laugh and I hope you can be that way for Amy. You raised Mattie, so you're somewhat of an uncle to me, and I hope you would be the same to my daughter. Heh, I'm sure you'll be spoiling her with gifts and clothes. Also, teach her how to cook; no offense Artie.

"Matthew, I know I never gave you much credit and I know that I over shadow you, and for that I'm sorry. You are my little brother and I always looked out for you, but in the process I only ended up making more trouble for you. I know that several of the nations confuse you with me and they go to yell and complain at you, again I'm sorry. God, why didn't I say this all sooner? I hope when I'm gone, people will finally be able to see you. Hey, if you want, could you play catch with Amy when she's older? Hopefully she'll throw the ball more at your pace, if not it only proves she's a chip off the old block. One last thing, make sure those two don't kill each other. You know who I mean.

"To the other nations, I'm sorry that I'm leaving you all after such a disastrous event. And it may seem unfair to you all that I'm keeping my daughter a secret. But we all know it's for the best.

"Who knows, maybe all of you would've became her family. When I think about it, seems amazing. For Amy to have so many people that would watch over her, that would teach her, that would love her; but I gotta stop being so optimistic. I know all of you. I've seen your good sides and I've seen your bad. Sometimes that darkness seems to over bear on all of you, and I don't want my daughter to be around that.

"Lastly Amy, I would like to say that you're beautiful. I just hope you'll be as beautiful on the inside as you are on the out. You should know that, at the very moment I laid eyes on you, I fell in love. God, I'd give anything to be with you, even if my actions cause a rip in the space time continuum, I'll still do it.

"But I know what I need to do.

"You'll be happy, I know it and also, when you're older, could you give the nations some of that happiness."

When Isabella was finished she slid the letter back into the envelope and handed it to me. "I believe you would want to keep this."

I whispered, "Yeah," I took it and held it to my side.

All of the nations were quiet, as if paying a final respect to Alfred. I glanced to Arthur, Francis and Matthew, they wore grief stricken looks, but it was also mixed with closure.

"We have kept his promises," the president spoke, "but one seemed to have slipped from our grasp." She turned to me, "I knew we should have interfered with your trip to New York, but Shelly Lope said she would keep an eye on you."

"Mrs. Lope?" I exclaimed, "She knows about me?"

Isabella smiled, "She worked as my personally assistant, till I persuaded her to take on a teaching job at Nightingale."

"Was she the only one watching me?"

She chuckled, "Oh, no. We had several people watching over you, but that information is classified." She turned back to the nations, "Well countries, I believe you got your answer. Amy will stay with her family."

"Wait," Ludwig called out, "America can't possible stay with them. How long can she have before people start to question her age? Two? Five years?"

"Well, she can always dress older and dye her hair with bits of gray," the president remarked. "Amy will stop aging and her family knows of this fact, and I'm sure they're prepared for it. Besides it's only the hometown we have to worry about. They can always retreat to Charlottesville, Virginia."

I perked up, "You mean I can still stay in contact with them? Even when decades pass?"

Isabella smiled, "Yes."

I released a breath I didn't even know I was holding in. I sat back into my seat and smiled.

"Madam President, this decision is too big," Kiku proclaimed, "it will affect us all."

"The Hawkfeathers have kept her secret for almost eighteen years, her grandfather, close to sixty-five. As long as they keep her's they'll keep yours."

"Will they?" Yao asked.

"Of course they will, because if they don't, they will never see Amy again. They love her too much to jeopardize their lives together."

"But-"

"There are no buts," Isabella's voice was calm but yet she held authority. "Your world leaders have agreed with me, Amy will stay with her family, end of discussion."

Voices rose with uncertainly, along with questions and comments like, "How did you get them to agree to with this?!"

"This is irresponsible use of power!"

"What makes America so special that we can ignore the rules that we have followed for centuries?"

Before Isabella could answer, a familiar voice cried, "Aunt Amy."

I looked up to the stage as everyone stopped talking at once. "Blake?" I ran up and knelt beside him. "What are you doing here?" I asked softly.

His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, snot was running from his nose and he kept wiping his face with his hands. "I-I-" more tears fell from his dark eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong," I soothed as I set my hands on his shoulders. I caught the nations and the president watching from the corner of my eye. I rose to my feet and turned to Isabella, "can I have a minute?"

"Yes, of course."

I grabbed Blake's hand and gestured him to the velvet curtain, "Come on, sweetie."

"No!" Blake screamed and pulled his hand away. "I don't want to go back! Please, don't make me go back!" He fell to his knees, connected his forehead to the floor and protected his head with his hands. "It's dark," he whimpered, "so dark." His cries rose in volume as he sobbed harder.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay." I lifted him up into my arms and began to rock him back and forth. One arm supported him under his thighs as the other rubbed his back. He wrapped his arms around my neck and hid his face into my shoulder. I began to sing 'Let Her Go,' by Passenger in a soft whisper. This was his favorite when he was little. I always sang it to him when he was scared.

He hiccuped back his sobs and tightens his hold on me. I continued to comfort him with the song as I stepped down from the stage. "Excuse me," I speed walked through the crowd, repeating these words till I was out the auditorium.

I set him down against the wall and I took my seat next to him. He brought his knees to his chest and wiped his nose with his sleeve. I rubbed his back, "Talk when you're ready. Okay." He nodded and I leaned my head back against the wall and tried to listen in on the meeting.

"How's it going?" Blake whispered, after five minutes of sitting.

I sighed, "It's stressful," I glanced at Alfred's envelope, "Alfred left me a house in Virginia."

He nodded, "that's nice."

We allowed a moment of silence to pass as I slid the envelope into the breast pocket of my jacket. Then I asked. "So you gonna tell me what happened?"

He closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Okay," I checked my phone, "Oh lookie here; a series of text messages from your mother."

He tensed and I continued, "It seems you asked for the restroom pass and ran out the front door. Grandpa and G-Ma are out looking for you, they're worried and Melissa's freaking out." I slid my phone back into the inside pocket of my jacket, "That's not good for a woman who just had a baby."

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to check up on you," he gave me the puppy eyed look.

"Oh, you think you can just bat those eyes of yours and I'll melt."

He tilted his head to the side and batted his eyes. I groaned, "The great country of America can be brought down by child," I shook my head.

"Does that mean you'll let this go and lower our taxes?"

I laughed, "I don't think I got that kind of power."

"Then what can you do?"

"So far, I think nothing."

"Then what do the nations do?"

"What I can gather is that we have a meeting, we talk about our problems, we argue about our problems and in the end, we get nothing done."

"Like congress?"

"Yeah," I said with a bit of humor in my voice. Then I added, "You know what the worse thing about this is?"

"What?" he asked.

"I'm going to be doing this for the rest of my life."

"That sucks."

We laughed and I pulled him into a side hug. "You're damn right it sucks."

Then the door burst open and we immediately jumped to our feet. Isabella was walking out with her three Secret Service Agents.

"Madam President, what happened?" I asked.

She inhaled through her nose, "Don't worry, nothing has changed about you and your family. It's just the nations are whining about it like babies." She rubbed her temple with her fingers, "they may be centuries older than us but dear lord they act like children."

"I'm no exception," I sighed, "I kinda threw a podium at Gilbert. Uh I mean, Prussia."

"Wait you mean that obnoxious one with the red eyes and white hair?"

"Yes," I said, guilty.

The president laughed, "Please tell me you got him."

"Uh, no but I did break his nose and punched his brother."

Isabella grinned and turned to Louis, "check the security cameras, I have to watch this."

"Right away ma'am," he nodded and walked to the front office.

"But with all seriousness Amy, you can't just go around, throwing things," Isabella proclaimed.

I nodded, "yeah, it's just Yao said something that he shouldn't have, and Gilbert kinda made it worse."

She sighed, "I know what you mean. They can really push your buttons, Bush and Obama had a hard time with them as well. I'm sorry to say this Amy, but they're your problem now."

I groaned, "No offense Madam President; but politics are not really my thing."

She gave me an understanding smile, "there's more to being a nation than just politics."

"Madam President," the dark skinned man tapped her on the shoulder, "we must go; we have to meet congress in less than six hours."

"Oh yes, about my re-election," she nodded.

"I would vote for you," Blake said, "but I'm not old enough."

"That still means a lot," she smiled.

"Um, what about," I pointed to the auditorium doors.

"Oh, don't worry about them. They have to leave the country in the next twenty-four hours. If not, I have permission from their bosses to hunt them down and deport them," she gave wicked smile.

"Can I ask? How did you get their bosses to agree to this?"

Her smile widened, "Let's just say, they didn't want certain things to come out to the public's eye."

I stared at her, "you blackmailed them?"

"Now blackmail is such a harsh word, I prefer the term creative persuasion."

I smiled, "Madam President you definitely got my vote."

Louis came back with a CD, "I have it." He turned to me, "Good throw," he winked.

"Thanks," I grinned.

"Goodbye Amy, oh, and good luck with your finals," Isabella turned away and walked out the door with her bodyguards.

I glanced to the auditorium doors once again and guilt began to eat away at me for the behavior that I displayed. This guilt would not leave me alone. I tried to shake it off, convincing myself I didn't do anything wrong. But I did.

"Wait," I called out and ran after them. I opened the door and stopped, "can you give them the weekend."

Isabella turned around, "What do you mean?"

"Instead of them leaving tonight, can they leave Sunday night. After everything that went down," I sighed. "I just, I just have an idea, it might be the worst idea I ever had or it might be the greatest. You just got to trust me on this."

The president sighed, "Very well, they can stay till Sunday night. I hope you know what you're doing." With those final words, she slid into a black limbo as the men sat themselves inside large black SUVs that stood in the front and in the back of the limbo. The first SUV drove out of the school's parking lot, with the limbo and the second SUV right behind.

"I hope so too," I mumbled under my breath and walked back into the building.

"Do you have plan?" Blake asked as he followed me to the auditorium door.

"No," I answered truthfully.

"What are you gonna say?"

"'I'm sorry' would be good to start with."

"And after that?"

I shrugged, "I'm gonna wing it." I opened the doors and found that the nations were arguing with one another. I turned to Blake, "stay here," and I ran down the aisle.

Some nations stopped to look at me but most kept fighting.

When I got on the stage, I waved my hands in the air, "hey guys, I got something to say."

The majority of them ignored me and continued to argue.

I took in a deep breath, "Shut up!" my voice bounced off the walls and I'm pretty sure I saw Blake covering his ears.

The nations stopped and turned to face me. Ivan was the first to speak. Which surprised me; I didn't see one trace of him this entire time. "What are you doing here America, I believe your president just forbid us for having any connect with you."

I gritted my teeth, "Yeah, that rule was mostly made for you, because you are crazy psycho sadist."

All Ivan did was chuckle and Ludwig rubbed the bridge of his nose, "America, what do you want? Is it not enough that you have thrown years of law and order in our meetings out the window?"

"I got something to say," I proclaimed.

"Oh, of course you do," Yao exclaimed, "when America has something to say, everyone has to stop what they're doing and listen."

I bit back my tongue and Yao continued, "Well go on, what do you have to say?"

I swallowed my pride, "I'm sorry."

Several of the nations blinked in surprise, they weren't expecting that. I bit my lips together to hide my smile. "I'm sorry," I said again, "I'm sorry that I'm breaking rules left and right, I'm sorry that Alfred had plans to hide me from all of you, and I'm sorry that threw a podium at Prussia and broke his nose and punched Germany in the face." I took a breath, "I'm so incredibly sorry for my behavior today."

Ludwig sighed, "America, thank you for your apology, but your actions spoke louder than your words."

"I know, but I plan to make up for my actions with my next move."

Feliciano coward behind Ludwig, "You gonna throw something else at us?"

"No. I just want to say, you all are taking a mini vacation!" I said cheerfully.

The nations stared at me.

"I was expecting more of a cheer, not silence, but okay." I took in another breath, "I talked this over with the president and she has agreed to let all of you stay till Sunday night. Till then, go out! Summerland has restaurants, coffee shops, and boutiques. One coffee shop called The Dragonfly usually has bands playing during the weekends. We also got the rec-center, go and take a dance class or an art class. We also, got the beach, the broad walk and Toro Canyon Park, which is only ten minutes from here."

They continued to stare at me and I sighed. "Listen, you guys can leave if you want, but I would like all of you to see where I grew up. Summerland is my home. The people here are kind, fun, hardworking. I remember when all of us lived in the rec-center, James Reed started a band and they would play music when our chores were done. Which would lead to a dance party half of the time," I smiled, "after the Quake we realized that life was short, and that we shouldn't waste a single moment of it. These people made me the way I am today. They're an amazing community, and I'm grateful that Alfred left me in the care of a loving family.

"I think Alfred was right, after nine-eleven, America did grow. The generation I grew up in, was filled with acceptance and tolerance. I'm not saying we're prefect, I mean who is? But," I gripped onto my grandpa's ring, "I've had the most amazing years here, and I want all of you to go and see it for yourself." I didn't wait for them to react; I simply walked off stage and headed for the exit. "Come on Blake," I grabbed his hand, "let's go home."

Author's note: Alfred's home from Axis Powers episode 17 is the home that was left to Amy. I just have no idea where it is. I've checked and rechecked for a location but found nothing. So I made it Charlottesville, Virginia, it's a beautiful place.