Pizza and forces are joined.

Ludwig POV

Female countries were not common; the only reason Ludwig hasn't lost his mind yet in this situation was because the female country who had visited the most growing up was Hungary. Maybe that was training for this day. There was no way anyone could have foreseen this situation. It was almost enough to call Gilbert for back up. Well, maybe not him; maybe he could place an anonymous call to England, she was the one most likely able to control his house guest.

"Don't you think so, Ludwig?" The energetic blonde who was sitting on his counter asked. That is right, sitting with her butt on his counter. Not just any counter, but his kitchen counter, where food was prepared.

"Amelia, get down! I have chairs at the table, or you could relocate yourselves to the living area and sit on the couch!" He snapped grabbing the American and attempting to drag her off so he could clean the contaminated area. Attempt was the main word, however.

"Group hug!" An excited Feliciana practically squealed, throwing her arms around them both and jumping on the counter as well. In the end, he had to practically wrestle the two girls out of his kitchen and into the living room.

However, before he could get back to the kitchen to bleach the cooking surfaces because the American didn't understand chairs, he was tackled by Amelia.

"Ludwig, be the tie breaker here man!" She leaned closer, getting right in his face, thankfully she was oblivious to the dusting of pink that instantly appeared. "Feliciana says traditional style pizza crust is the best, but deep dish is unbeatable!"

He froze, uncomfortable with the fact that he was currently being pinned down by the energetic blond who was straddling him with her face inches from his. "Uh… Currently my people like tuna pizza or having corn on it." He said awkwardly, his face still burning. Amelia paused, a look of confusion passing across her face before she sat up slightly looking over to Feliciana.

"Did he just say corn?" She asked, her right eye twitching slightly.

"Yep, he did. I don't know if it's contagious, you may want to come over here just to be safe," Was Feliciana's quick reply, but she was watching his blushing face with a rare look of mischief and a slightly knowing gaze that made him feel painfully uncomfortable.

"West, you will never believe what I just did!" Gilbert yelled as he burst into the room before pausing and taking in the position of Amelia and Ludwig. "Never mind, Feli why don't we go and buy more pasta?"

"That's a great idea Gil!" Before either of the confused nations on the floor could say anything the other two disappeared.

"So… are you serious about the tuna and corn? Or are you trying to avoid the subject?" Amelia asked looking back down at him and finally noticing his discomfort. Quickly she jumped to her feet and, looking uncomfortable, offered him her hand to help him stand up.

"Easy cheese, Amelia." He answered with a straight face as he accepted her hand and stood up. Happy to see she wasn't offended by the comparison when she started laughing, leaning against his chest. Maybe it was time to ask someone how you woo someone; but who could he even ask?

Gilbert POV

Fili skipped next to him, cheerfully chattering about what they could have for dinner. Apparently, she and Amelia had gotten into some kind of debate about pizza before he had showed up.

"Mien bruder looked a little flustered when I came in," Gilbert started, looking at her to try and gauge her reaction.

"Oh yes, it was very funny! I have been trying to get them to understand the power of love but they aren't working with me!" Fili said, pouting about her friends not accepting what she viewed as inevitable.

"Mein kleine Maus, I have been wearing down those two for decades; with our awesome forces combined we can do this. We will make sure those two understand that they should be together. I have a plan!" Gilbert declared leaning closer to the other matchmaking nation with an alarming amount of glee in his eyes.

Amelia POV

These European nations were very strange and sometimes she just didn't understand them. She had been Ludwig's friend for decades, they had a pretty good relationship politically, but he still hadn't asked her out. Not saying that she couldn't co the asking, but Francis had warned her not to hurt his man-pride by taking complete control of the situation.

How long was she supposed to wait, though, for him to ask her out? Wasn't it much easier for her to just walk over to him and say something like; "Hey Ludwig, we get along really well and you are one of my best friends, and you have really pretty eyes. Do you want to get coffee tomorrow or something?"

It seemed like a good idea, and his chancellor was a woman, so it's not like his culture was against strong woman. Leaning forward in her chair at the kitchen table, where the subject of her internal debate had set her, she studied the male nation. He was in front of the stove studying a recipe for pizza sauce that he had found. A large pot of the bubbling concoction was on the stove and he was reviewing the ingredient list to make sure he had included everything.

She could do this! She could totally do this, and the two of them would be an amazing couple who would get married and spend half the year in each of their counties. They could be foster parents and help the parentless children of their people! Her wedding bouquet could be roses and cornflowers, blue and red, how pretty! She would do this!

"Hey, Ludwig?" Amelia said, gaining her future husbands attention. He turned to look at her, giving her his full attention because he was utterly dreamy like that.

"Do you…" But the rest of the question was left abandoned because Fili threw open the door as cheerful as ever, with Gilbert faithfully following behind holding grocery bags full of items.

"Ludwig!" Was the spastic exclamation as the high energy brunette threw herself at him and before anything could be said, she kissed him square on the lips.

OH, that was why he didn't ever show her any interest or pay any attention when she wore really flattering clothes or when she "fell" on him earlier. Amelia felt her heart start to crack as she watched him blush at the attention and Fili, who was her friend and obviously had long ago staked a claim, whispered something in his ear. She needed out before she started crying. Oh Great Super Man, she had been lusting after her friend's boyfriend! Her poor innocent friend who probably didn't understand that home wreckers existed. She was such a horrible person.

"Um, so, I just remembered guys I got an appointment with Francis today, so I gotta go!" She exclaimed standing up laughing loudly, as she scrambled to find her purse. Before any protest could be made she was out the door.

"Wait!" The forever friendly Fili yelled from behind her. "You haven't eaten anything yet, Amelia. If you have to go would you like me to save you some?"

"No thanks, Fili; you're great to think of me though!" Was her cheerful declaration. Once she was in her car and safely to Frances's house she could cry on her "father's" shoulder. He would remind her that he and Alice had been at war since the beginning of time. Nothing could stop love, or some other sappiness. The two of them would then ignore the fact that Alice would fight the idea that she was in "love" with him tooth and nail, and eat sweets until it made them sick.

She would be a good friend, though. Sisters before Misters, even if it felt like her heart was being torn out.

Mein kleine Maus = My little mouse

AN: well this was going to be a funny one shot but then I had this idea to continue it. Also check out my story "The art of flirting which is a bunch of fun Alice, Francis one shots. I'll update soon, until then BYE!