Ok guys! Here's chapter 2 I hope you like it 'cause I'm excited to do this story! Oh and heads up just so no one gets confused this is going to be a bit historically inaccurate to accommodate the way I'll be writing the story.

December 17, 1917

"What the hell were you thinking you bloody wanker?!"

"Me?! I had a perfect shot and you got in the way!"

"He was too far away and sticking your head out of those damn trenches will get you shot!"

"I'm the best sharp shooter in the world, it would've been easy, if you'd gotten out of the damn and way stop trying to control everything for once!"

Noses inches apart and enough anger to the capacity of two volcanoes, Arthur Kirkland or better known as the British Empire stood face to face with none other than Amelia herself. They were so close both could feel the other's breath on their face.

Stuck on the western front together in a world war in the trenches together, barely moving a foot day in and day out, arguing and cranky bickering that ensued daily with two nations that were known for a trivial alliance was a recipe for disaster.

Today was like every other although Amelia and Arthur had it with each other.

Amelia was pissed at her former caretaker. He tried to control everything! They were supposed to be in this together to end this whole war! But no, no, as usual Arthur has to control everything, all he's done these past months is try to boss her around even goes as far to yelling out orders during fights to her troops. Not that they listen unless of emergencies anyway. She'd warned all the newbies about Arthur's controlling issues.

"You are too reckless is what you're best at!" Arthur growled why wouldn't she listen to him? He didn't want her to get hurt!

"No, I had it perfect it just bothers you that my men and I are the only ones here you can't crack your whip at!" She snapped, midsummer sky eyes flashing. Now their noses were almost touching neither gave ground to the other. "Canada may be your underling, but I sure am not!"

"I'm in charge here-"

"Over your own men, not mine." America scowled and poked Britain in the chest sharply. "Now, unless you want me to go home, bring back my one hundred forty one year-old Declaration just to wave it in your face and remind you I'm not under your boot, kindly move aside."

Arthur sucked in a deep breath, but with the glare still remaining stepped so she could get through the door. They were inside their customary war room, all plans were made in this room. Maps, radios, everything down to the last pen stored inside.

Holding her head high she left the room. She'd spent enough minutes spatting with England and needed air.

Amelia's boots crunched on the rough dirt as she walked by rows of Allied tents. Nearby a few American and two Canadian soldiers were singing a campfire song loud and rowdy, but if you looked closer, there were small streams of salty water in their cheeks. Someone, a friend or companion must've died today.

"Excuse me ma'am?"

She turned right there was a soldier. Not American, British, or Canadian he dressed in the uniform of a person from the eastern front. Also, the accent was familiar about…Russian?

"Yes soldier how may I help you?" She answered with a small smile but inside she's thinking what's this guy doin' out so far?

"Are you a Miss Amelia Freedom Jones or the United States of America?" The Russian soldier reached in his pocket fumbling for something. Her senses spiked.

"Yes, and you are?..."

"My name is of no importance but I assure you Miss America the person who wrote this-" His hand held out a crumpled envelope caked in mud. She took it curiously flipping the paper, no name or address signed. "is. In fact, he insisted you read the letter as soon as you get it."

She raised a brow. The soldier recovered at his slight insult and coughed out. "Please."

Ripping the top off and opening the letter, her heart lifted sky high when she read its contents.

My beloved Sunflower,

It has been almost a year since we last saw each other in this wretched war and I miss you terribly, I miss your sunshine and warmth, you're beautiful summer sky eyes, those golden locks, you're-

She blushed heavily, only her lover would ever be romantic, poetic, and gentle despite his reputation that all nations thought about him. She continued reading, eating it up after no word from him for a year.

I hope you are faring well on the western front, it has been a long, cold winter. I apologize for this short notice but troubles have prevented a lengthier one. But this hello was not the reason for me writing this message to you Amelia. It has grown worse on the eastern front, my men are starving, low on weapons, the Prussian bastard is gaining ground more and more. I desperately need your help, please, please come to the eastern front with much haste as you can, I don't know how longer I can hold back. My hopes are with you my sunflower. I love you.

Love, Ivan

No more was said and wasted Amelia packed the letter to her jacket. If Russia whom she'd been secretly together with since the late 1800's, whom she loved more than anyone on the planet was in danger, she'd do anything in her power to help him.

"Alright, I'll get some supplies and crates of ammo to take on a train and I'm coming with you, Britain and Canada can handle here for a bit." The soldier opened his mouth to tell her something but she interrupted. "I'll have to send a telegram explaining I'll be out to assist Iv-I mean Russia-"

"Begging your pardon Miss America?"

"Yeah?"

"Everything's already been arranged a messenger was sent to the representatives of Britain and Canada, now we only need to walk a few miles to the town." The soldier gestured to a path that lead to glowing lights in the distance.

"Oh, alrighty then." The American and the foreign soldier began a three mile trek on a graveled road, leaving the campsite behind.

Twenty minutes later they arrived to a small train station that only hosted one sleek train with a medium sized coach and a tiny trolley attached to it. The town was silent every person slept in their beds.

Amelia squinted. Where were the other carts full of supplies that had to be shipped east? This small thing would only fit a quarter of the supplies.

"Not to be a downer Ruski, but we're gonna need a more carts or this is going to be a tight fit."

The Russian soldier opened the coach door and motioned for her to step in.

"Gosh I'm sorry! Spending a year with Iggy can really make you a bossy grouch sometimes."

"It's no problem comrade, but that train is being prepared and this smaller one will get you to eastern side quicker."

"But I should oversee it-"

"Comrade." The man's Russian accent leaked through a lot now. "You must go, hurry, before time runs out, Russia awaits you."

That last reminder sent her speeding to the coach. She strolled over the threshold, inside a dark compartment and with that the Russian man slammed the door shut. Wait, what's going on? Shit, was this a trap?

It turned out to be the opposite. Fluorescent lights filtered from the ceiling and lit the interior revealing to Amelia.

This was definitely no war supply coach. A cushy, red velvet booth to rest on attached to the left side next to a window, a tiny but porcelain bathroom complete with linens and cloud towels with a tiled tub took place in the back. A huge fur pelt of a bear laid out the floor, some Picasso paintings hung off the walls every square foot of the coach was furnished to anyone's comfort.

She narrowed her baby blues. Seriously something was up now, it wasn't a trap that's for sure, but it's not like she could turn back the train lurched forward at a quick speed.

Well might as well make the most of it, she took a seat letting a sigh of tiredness escape her. This war had taken a toll on all participating countries and hanging in the trenches made it worse.

Once she decided the situation hadn't gotten any stranger, a noise pierced the silence.

Knock knock!

"Ah, come in!" The energetic blonde called curiously, swiveling her head to stare at the back of the fancy coach. Guess she wasn't the only one on this train.

An attendant dressed in a waiter's uniform entered. But she recognized him right away. An average height man with pale blue eyes, calm demeanor and absolutely, adorable face was Toris Laraunitas or Lithuania.

"Toris!" Amelia let out a shriek of joy at the reunion of her old pal, crushing him in her bear hug.

"Miss America!" The Baltic's cheeks flushed red unbeknownst to Amelia who had no idea she had her, well endowment pressed to his face.

"Aw come on Toris!" she pouted, crossing her arms. "We're buddies remember? Friends, pals, amigos, whatever you want to call it! And come on, don't get all formal on me!"

"Sorry Miss-Amelia that is, I am overjoyed to seeing you too." Toris felt happy to see his longtime, bubbly friend but God did he feel relief that his Ivan hadn't been here to witness him getting a facefull of his beloved's er-front. It most likely would end in him being thrown out the window, his part time boss had an obsessive protective streak for Amelia. But, ever since America and Russia had first coupled you could tell the intimidating nation was in love.

"What are you doing here? Second thought, what in the world am I doing here? Some Ruski led me to the train, I'm supposed to send a reprieve train to the eastern front."

"Ah, yes about that-"

"I mean I thought Germany and Prussia pulled one on me-"

"Amelia?"

"Yeah Toris?

"There's no train directed to the eastern front except this engine." He fiddled with his thumbs idly. Amelia cocked her head to the side in confusion.

"Then why did the Russian inform me that you guys desperately needed back up?"

"I truly apologize Amelia but I can't tell you yet until we access the east." The Lithuanian bumbled lowly finding his worn shoes intriguing suddenly. "But I promise I will notify you. In the meantime, would you like a hot beverage and dinner?"

"That'd be great, Iggy and I spent half a day in the trenches with nothing but rats and mud. Add on the Krauts firing bullets at you, you're guaranteed no lunch break."

"I see." Toris came back with a tray of soup, hot cocoa, and some French bread. Her mouth watered.

After a delicious meal and conversing with Toris a toot whistled from the train engine.

"We're there."

She jumped to her feet scrutinizing outside. They passed rows and columns of Russian, Belarusian, Ukrainian, and Baltic soldiers huddled by their tents around campfires. The majority of the army appeared downright miserable and hungry. War torn as the western front.

The train screeched to a stop.

"Would you please put this on?" Lithuania presented a dark cape sort of cloth to her she took it, fastening the strings around her neck. It hid her wheat blonde hair and shrouded her face. "It's only a precaution-no one but a few know you're in the east."

"'kay Toris. Lead the way."

Exiting the train station they then weaved through the hundreds of tents, dozens of sober men cast them suspicious stares but went about their business. In the center of the army's settlement was a metal complex shaped as a rectangle.

A Baltic and Belarusian officer guarded the door, guns upright and backs stiff as boards. Amelia briefly wondered if they couldn't laugh like the funny fuzz hatted guards England had at Buckingham palace.

They seemed to know Toris but they were reluctant to let her pass. Toris whispered in quick Russian to them and one of the guards opened the door to allow them passage.

Voices and mutters came from the big door at the end of the hall. It outfitted steel bolts and some rust, this is more of a bomb shelter she commentated to herself.

The further they strode the hall to the door anticipation mixed with her heart pounding in excitement at reuniting with her beloved Russian came on. Eventually Toris politely knocked on the door and the noises from inside ceased.

Footsteps filed from the room, the congregation ended.

Toris swept the entry open and with a smile said softly "He's waiting for you."

Swallowing while feeling like her guts would climb out her throat, Amelia took a breath and sauntered in.

Standing beside a huge meeting table, was her lover of over fifty years, stood Ivan Braginski, commonly known as Russia. His silver blond hair shone from sweat on his forehead, his violet hued eyes still. He wore his Russian military garb and tall as she last saw him. The best of all those eyes, that happy smile crawling up his face completely centered itself on her, as if she were the center of his universe.

"My sunflower, it has been far too long."

"Ivan!" Amelia cried not caring if Toris stood a wall away she ran to Ivan, who did the same.

The two nations swept each other in their arms, Ivan wrapped her in a tight hug, spinning her around. Her feet lifted from the cement, she hugged his neck.

"Amelia a year without you is a year of my life wasted war be damned."

"God Ivan, I missed you so much." She detached her nuzzling on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes. "When I got your letter, I just-ok, I wanted to do this."

She embraced the Russian but this time pressed her bow lips to his. Ivan caught on and together they began kissing in a frenzy, lips locked desiring more. Russia set America on the tabletop, her thighs squeezed his hips and he tugged her close till not a wisp of air passed between them. They'd kept their relationship secret no one knew somehow it obtained enough cover to be under the radar.

Russia wanted to continue further yet his agenda is what required him to halt their reunion.

"Amelia, I did not request you here not solely to reunite with you, but another."

"So that distress letter was a phony after all."

"With good reason, I needed an excuse to whisk you here."

"So what is it then?"

"My tsar Nicholas and tsarina are hosting a ball, a massive splendid gathering of my finest elites and nobles to celebrate the three hundredth and fourth anniversary of my Romanov family's rule."

"Erm Ivan, as much as I would love to say "hell yeah" and crash your get together, but we I have a major problem."

"What would that be my sunflower?"

She opened her arms wide and gestured to her uniform. Leather boots caked in mud, sweat and blood stained almost every nook and cranny.

"I'm not exactly dressed to impress…."

"That is a minor, easily can be taken care of."

"Now then." Ivan engulfed the American in his arms once again and she rested her head on his chest. "What do you say?"

"Hell yes." Amelia sassily smirked capturing her lover's lips in a kiss. "what are we waiting for?"

I am very sorry that this update is really late but Microsoft needed to be resubscribed and that took forever to get done. Hope you enjoyed chapter 2, because chapter 3 is coming shortly! Please review!