(Hello everyone~! And here we are for chapter 5! I hoped you enjoyed the lengthy chapter back there and won't mind this short one! Heh...So Finally this story is moving! On to the good parts with dancing and pranking and drama and- oh yesh the romance! Heh...x3 I hope you enjoy this chapter!)

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or it's characters. I also do not own The Parent Trap plot. Also, I do not own anything I have missed worth mentioning.

-Amelia-

"Okay, so remember, you're going to find out how Father and Dad met..."

"And you're gonna find out why they broke up..."

Alice and I were reminding each other of our jobs as we stood together, waiting for our call to leave camp. It was the last day and everyone was either crying or making promises to each other to stay in contact. I stuck to Alice's side like glue as we made our way with our bags to the big place where everyone was gathered. While we were waiting we did a double-check on everything to make sure our plan worked. Yet, before I could say anything else to Alice, Elizabeta loudly called out,"Alice Kirkland! Your car's here! Alice Kirkland, front and center!" I turned to see the big limo driving up slowly to where she was standing.

"That's you." Alice said quietly, handing me an envelope."Here is your ticket and passport. The plane leaves at noon." She paused as she made sure I had it before continuing."Also, remember you have to figure out a way to bring Father to California." I nodded and opened my mouth in reply, but Elizabeta's voice cut in again."Alice Kirkland, your ride is waiting!" At that I gave Alice a big hug, her returning it tightly."Give Dad a big hug for me." I said, releasing her. She nodded and smiled."And give Father one for me." I nodded for the last time and turned, running over to the Limo where Elizabeta was waiting.

Before I made it to her, I had glanced to the side and saw Peter surrounded by tear-eyes girls."Don't worry guys! I promise to come back!" He said, trying to reassure the crowd. The girls only squealed and caught him in a tight hug. I giggled to myself before finally getting to Elizabeta."Well Kiddo, I hope you had a great time at Camp Hetalia." She said while she grabbing me into a hug. I returned it, feeling nervous."Sorry we had to lock you up with Amelia, but it seems you two actually got along?" when she released me I gave her a thumbs up and grinned."Yep, I think I can even call her my best friend now." I spoke with Alice's accent easily and tossed my things lightly into the open door of the limo."That's good to hear! I do hope you come back next year Alice." She quickly ushered me into the car and closed the door before I could respond.

She lightly hit the car twice, telling the driver that everything was good, and before I knew it the limo was slowly driving out of camp. I turned around in my seat to see, through the tinted window, Alice crossing her arms and fingers, watching silently. I turned back around and did the same, feeling another shiver run down my spine.

~Later~

Time seemed to pass quickly on the plane and I was left, shaking, in my seat and holding my locket tightly. There were so many things that could go wrong. And yet so many things that might go right. There were what seemed like thousands of thoughts running through my mind as I looked out the window, seeing the ground become closer and closer as the plane was about to land. I looked forward in my seat and closed my eyes, taking deep breaths."Okay, this is it. Oh gosh, I hope he likes me...Please like me..."

When I opened my eyes I had somehow transported into the terminal, walking slowly and looking around for the familiar face of Ludwig. My brain must have done auto pilot while I was panicking and brought me here. I calmed down a little so that was a good thing, I reminded myself. I set my carry-on on a seat and stood on it, trying to spot Ludwig.

'He is the real test', Alice told me several times during the summer. 'He can spot anything out of the ordinary as quick as lightning.' I scolded myself for remembering this tried to brush it off the fact as I was already nervous enough.

"Alice!" I heard a low voice shout out, calling my attention quickly. I turned and spotted Ludwig, making his way through the crowd, holding a small bouquet of flowers."Ludwig!" I said, mimicking the way Alice would say it. I jumped off my seat and ran up to him, giving him a big hug. He returned it gently and went onto one knee to my level, handing me the flowers.

He looked exactly as his picture. Light blonde hair slicked back, ice blue piercing eyes, and a proper aura."You look fantastic. But what did you do to you hair?" I giggled lightly and touched the ends of my hair. "Cut it. Do you like it?" Ludwig smiled and gave me another hug."Love it. It's the new you!" He then looked a bit more surprised as he noticed something else."And you got your ears pierced!" I had nodded as he stood to full height and stuck out a hand."Give me five, girl!" He seemed way friendlier then Alice's description of him, so as I put down the flowers, I easily gripped his hand for the big handshake.

While doing this I remembered the trouble of learning it with Alice. She would always correct me on the littlest mistake, almost shouting that if I didn't do it right, he would find out quickly. After spending a week of nonstop handshake practice, I finally got it down. And the practice showed its value as I did every move perfectly with Ludwig, grinning. After that was done, he picked up my carry-on and gestured for us to move."Ready to go home?" He asked as we started walking to a Taxi, my bags already packed inside."Of course!" I said with excitement. It was shooting down all my nerves at the moment.

In the taxi, I was looking out the window in awe, gasping at the sights I saw as we passed them. I spoke up once I had the gull to talk with the accent."This is so amazing! What a city!" I glanced at Ludwig to see him smile and raise an eyebrow."Eight weeks at camp, and suddenly you act like an American tourist." I grinned and tried thinking quickly. I waved my hand and looked out the window again.

"That's what camp's for, silly. Makes you appreciate home. I just love how everyone drives on the wrong side here." It took me a split second to realize what I just said before looking at him and moving my hands while I talked."I-I mean, here they actually drive on the right side, but after being in America where they drive on the wrong side, which after a while begins to feel like the right side, makes it seem like the wrong side..." I trailed off, trying to process what I just said, loosing focus when I noticed something outside.

"Omigosh! Buckingham Palace! Can we stop? I am dying to see one of the guards up close!" Ludwig raised a eyebrow again and chuckled lightly."You've seen the guards up close a million times." I shook my head and raised a finger."But never with short hair and pierced ears." This time Ludwig frowned lightly before leaning in closer to me for inspection."Did they serve you anything funny to drink on that plane?" I almost rolled my eyes at the question, but just ended up giving him puppy eyes."Please, Ludwig. Just for a sec." He scoffed at me and pulled back, looking slightly confused."Just for a sec? Now you're even talking like an American...Oh dear, Driver, can you pull over please?"

We stayed there for a few minutes as I looked at the guards with curiosity and enjoyment. Though once I had a good look, Ludwig decided we should be getting home. I agreed quickly and hopped back to the car, waving at the guards as we pulled away. I swear I saw one of them blink.

Once we were finally home, the Driver opened the door for me and helped me out. He opened the gate as well for me and gestured for me to move. All the nerves returned full blast and I tried to calm myself down as I took cautious steps towards the white door that led to Father."This is it...18 Remucland Square..." I looked back briefly to see Ludwig getting my things and turned back to the door. I slowly moved my hand to the doorknob and gripped it. It felt smooth and cool against my sweaty palms. As I turned and opened the door slowly, I held my breath.

I was greeted with a sight so spectacular that I couldn't name any specific details other then it was big, and amazing. I didn't dare speak a word as I went to the right quietly to where Grandfather might be at. Alice said he was usually in there, or in the living room."Hello?" I said quietly, looking around for any movement. There was rustling and my eyes snapped to a man with bright red hair putting down newspaper, a pipe in his mouth. He stood up and moved away from the desk he was at, leaving the newspaper and pipe there."Grandfather." I breathed out, smiling lightly. He gave me a confused look and smirked."Is that my lil girl? Ta tall and gangly thing?" He spoke happily, a thick Scottish accent coating his words. I nodded and took a step towards him."Yes, it's me." I grinned and went to hug him as he opened his arms.

"Did ya have a good time, lass?" He asked as I hugged him tightly, my face buried in his suit jacket."Uh-huh...Great..." I started to sniff him lightly."What are ya doin' there?" He asked, amusement in his tone. I shrugged lightly."Just smelling." There was a pause."Smelling?" I nodded and removed my head from his jacket."I'm creating a memory. Years from now, when I'm all grown up, I'll remember my Grandfather and how he always smelled of...Peppermint and pipe tobacco." I heard him laugh lightly before a voice cut in."Alice?" The voice was light, just like Alice's accent, and full of love. I already knew then, it was Father. I almost ripped myself away from Grandfather before moving to where I first came in. My eyes trailed up a curving staircase to find someone slowly walking down them, eyes on me.

After 14 years living with my Dad, and only looking at an old photo, I finally set eyes on Father. He had messy light blonde hair and deep green eyes with pale skin and big eyebrows. He wore a long-sleeved grey shirt with a green vest, and dark grey pants. I felt tears flood into my eyes as I started rushing up the stairs, with him coming down to meet me halfway.

"Honey, welcome home!" He greeted as I jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly."I can't believe it's you.." I whispered softly, hugging him tighter. I heard him laugh a little and pull away from my death grip."And I can't believe it's you! And with short hair no less." I sniffed lightly and felt the tips of my hair."A girl I met at camp cut it. Do you hate it?" he shook his head, giving me a warm smile."Of course not. I absolutely love it. And you got your ears pierced!?" I nodded slowly and Grandfather came into the room, looking up to where we were at.

"I think it looks very chic if ya ask me. Although no one ever does." he commented. Father gave him a light glare before looking back at me, poking me in the stomach."Any other surprises I should be worried about? Belly-button rings, tattoos...?" I laughed and sniffed lightly, shaking my head while rubbing some tears from my eyes."What is it, sweetie?" he asked in concern, holding my arm gently."I-I'm sorry, it's just...I've missed you so much." He nodded and smiled, pulling me into another hug."Can you believe it? It seems like it's been forever." I smiled and laughed a bit thinking: You have no idea.

~Later~

We had just finished unpacking my things when Father took me to his room to talk about camp. I stood there in the doorway as he made his way to a desk to pull out a chair and sit in it."So tell me all about camp." he said, as he watched me take a few steps in the room."Omigosh, I love your room, Father...It's so...totally Father-like." He raised a thick eyebrow and glanced around the room himself."Nothing's new...it's just as Father-like as it's always been. So...Come on, tell me...Did you like everyone? Was it fun?" I had made my way to his neat and made bed and sat on the corner of it, facing him. Grinning I thought a little."Yeah, it was great! And I liked this one girl a real lot. I mean in particular. She's from California, actually." I paused a moment before smiling."Have you ever been to California?"

At this time Ludwig came into the room holding a tray with kettle and tea cups. Father thanked him for it and slowly started pouring tea into the cups."Yes...Once." He began, blowing lightly at the steaming tea. I leaned forward and waited."But that was a long time ago, before you were born." I almost frowned lightly as he handed me a cup, ending the subject.

Ludwig returned again and this time with something familiar."Excuse me but it seems I have found a little stowaway still in your carry-on." I widened my eyes and dropped the accent to whisper out quickly."Omigosh, Tonny...!" But it seemed Father heard me and set a confused look out in my direction."Tonny?" I snapped my head to him and nodded, nervously smiling."Um yeah! Tonny! He belongs to the girl I was telling you about. But I can't imagine how he got into my carry-on! Gosh, whaddya know?"

Ludwig raised an eyebrow and messed with one of his arms."Well, since he isn't our Tonny, shall we dispose of him?" I quickly hopped of the bed, shaking my head making sure he wasn't going to leave with him."No! I-I mean, no. I'll mail him to her. She loves this thing a lot. A lot, a lot. She's like slept with that thing her entire life and she could never be like in a foreign country without him. No, no, I'll take care of it, thank you, Ludwig." As I took back Tonny, Ludwig gave me a strange look before nodding and leaving the room again. Then the phone rang and I turned to see Father give an annoyed look before picking up the phone and giving me a hold on sign."Hullo?...Hi...Really? Can't you manage without me? Alice just got home from camp-...Well, what's the problem?

As Father continued talking with the people on the phone, I managed to drift over to his desk that had a huge mirror attached to it. I fiddled and lightly touched the small trinkets on his desk."Alice!" Father said, grabbing my attention as I almost jumped four feet into the air. I turned to him as if I had been caught trespassing.

"Would you mind very much running down to the studio with me?"

~Later~

I held Father's hand tightly as we crossed the road, going over to where he worked. The building with the label 'Arthur Kirkland Designs.'. The window showed that it had mannequins with beautiful dresses on them."Wow, that's incredible." I breathed out, stopping briefly and getting Fathers attention."Really? You don't think it's too over-the-top?" I shook my head, still gaping at the beautiful gown.

"No. I love it." I paused a moment before smiling."You know who would like really beautiful in that gown? I mean, really beautiful?" Father looked at the dress with a thoughtful expression, tilting his head a bit."Who?" He finally said after a few moments. I grinned and he looked down at me."You." He scoffed lightly and inspected me."Me? I think all the time change has made you a little loopy. Come on, let's go see what all the fuss is about..."

~Later~

After we got finished with a very fun visit with hats and veils, Father and I walked down the streets talking about things."-You mean you never think about getting married again?" I asked with curiosity. He glanced at me and shook his head."No, I like things exactly the way they are, thank you very much." I waited a few moments as he bought a paper and we were walking again before continuing.

"But Father, seriously, doesn't designing all these wedding gowns and dresses ever make you think about marriage? Or maybe just think about the 'D' word?" He abruptly stopped there and turned to me, giving me a really weird look."The 'D' word?" I nodded, furrowing my eyebrows a bit."My 'Dad'." I explained. He paused."Oh." he rolled his eyes a bit and stood straight before walking again."That 'D' word. Well, no, actually it doesn't because I didn't even wear a wedding gown when I married the 'D' word."

This time I gave him a strange look."You didn't? Why not?" Father looked at me as if I were crazy before muttering."How did we even get into this discussion anyway?" I looked away and brushed it off before coming up with some more questions. I grinned and tried playing it cool."So, what did you wear to marry my Dad?" I asked, making him stop briefly and give me another look."Why the sudden curiosity about your Dad?" I kept my eyes forward as we continued walking."Well, maybe because he's never mentioned, and you can't blame a kid for wondering..." He didn't reply as we crossed another road.

I frowned a bit as he avoided answering before trying again."So, what was he like? Really." Father looked at me confused."Who?" I rolled my eyes when he turned back to see where he was going. I sighed loudly and dropped my head to the side."Father, you can't avoid the subject forever." This time he caved in. He smiled softly and shrugged."Alright. He was quite lovely to tell you the truth. When we met, he was...actually entirely lovely. Okay?" I grinned knowingly before smiling."All right." There was a clap of thunder and rain started pouring down on us. Father quickly opened an umbrella before putting and arm around me to keep close."Are you cold?" He asked as we walked a bit slower.

"I'm fine." I looked up and decided to take advantage of the moment."So, did you meet here in London?" He removed his arm from me and took my hand again, making us dash across another street."We met on the Q.E. 2." He answered as we slowed down."The Q.E. what?" I asked with confusion. He smiled again and started to explain."The Queen Elizabeth 2. It's an ocean liner that sails from London to New York. I was nervous about flying in those days. Your Dad wasn't though. Yet, he missed his flight and decided to take the ship. We met our very first night on board the ship. We were seated next to each other at dinner. He's an American, you know." I tried not to put sarcasm in my voice as I tried looking surprised."No kidding?" Father nodded and his smile grew a bit more."We kind of hit it off immediately."

"Hey, I love Americans. I mean, if I wasn't all British, I would be American. So, was it love at first sight?"I chipped in, continuing. Father scoffed again looking down the road."I knew you were going to ask me all these questions one day. Taxi!" he called out, making a Taxi stop for us. Once we got inside I started again."So, did you see each other every single night?" Father then gave me a deep look, as if trying to picture something."You know, this part of your personality reminds me of your Dad. You'd think he raised you instead of me." I tried not looking away or breaking eye contact as he continued."Yes, we saw each other every night. Every morning, and every hour in between. Then one night, he popped the question, right there in the middle of the Atlantic." I nodded, wrapped up in the story."Cool."

"And since the ship's captain can do all kinds of things, like marry people..." He trailed off as I sat up straighter with wide eyes."Omigosh! You mean you got married on the QE 2?!" He nodded with a smile."That's beyond cool! So what happened?" The smile on Father's face slowly turned into a frown."Um...I would rather not talk about it, dear." He wrapped an arm around me and hugged me. I nodded and smiled, finally letting the subject drop. I got as much information as I could for the day, and seeing the new look on Father's face wanted me to not mention it for a while. As we rode in the Taxi, my mind started drifting to Alice and Dad.

Dear old Dad. I wonder what he's doing at this very moment...?

(And here it is! I hope you enjoyed and if there is any mistakes, please feel free to tell me. I usually have a bunch to mention at the start of the chapter, but I usually forget...oops...xD Anyway see ya next Friday/Saturday!)

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[10-23-16: Some errors that have been bothering me are fixed.]

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