Amelia is a 56-year-old, senior-year, high school teacher for American History while also teaching some for foreign language credits since she had an unbelievably large amount of knowledge of languages. She was losing her youthful appearance but looked quite decent for her age. 

It's the last day of school and she's sad to see her students go off into the world of adulthood. She knew she was as unprepared as heck when she became an adult. That was because becoming an adult, for her, was giving up being an active Hetalian. And that was a little over twenty years ago.

"Hey, Teacher?" one of her students asked as they sat in their classroom. She had previously told them they could ask her anything about her for the last day if they wanted to. For some reason, for the students, she was kind of a mysterious teacher who seemed to talk weirdly about America and the other nations. She'd laugh it off and continue as if nothing happened.

"Yes?" Amelia smiled.

"Did you do something before you were a teacher?" they questioned seriously.

Everyone inclined in their seats. While other teachers would tell their students about how long they've been teaching, their family and children or whatever, all Amelia said was her last name and, 'Hello, class, I'll be your American History teacher. If you are going into the Foreign Language program, don't hesitate to talk to me about it after class or such'.

Nothing else.

And the weird part was none of the other staff knew much about her either, besides the fact that being connected to the White House at some time was on her resume.

"Mm," Amelia smiled to herself, more thoughtful this time, "Why do you want to know?"

"You never tell us anything about you!" they whined, "You could be a serial killer for all we know."

"I wouldn't have this job if I was," Amelia chuckled.

"So what did you do?"

Amelia leaned back on her desk, "Hm," she looked up, "I'm not a serial killer if that's what you're wanting to know."

"But we want to know what you were!" they demanded.

In her fifteen years of teaching, she's never told anyone about what she did in the past. What good would it do if they knew? 

Nothing. Amelia thought bitterly and sadly.

"Nah," Amelia shook her head, her smile still prominent on her face, but all saw that her creased brow and sad smile made it look like she was about to cry a little, "The past ain't today and I sure am not making it."

With that, the bell rang and students said their goodbyes for the final time and left.

All but one lone, shy girl in the back who stayed behind.

"Hey, kiddo," Amelia sorted out her papers on her desk, "Aren't ya gonna go out and pursue your future?"

"...um, about that," she stood up and slowly walked up to the front, taking the chair in front of her desk, "I wanted to ask you about an occupation that I've been interested in quite some time."

"What would that be, CJ?" Amelia felt the back of her brain throb in nostalgic pain. This black haired, blue-eyed student is the daughter of Aria, the former Hetalian General Midwest USA. She was named after her dead sister in her honor of the Hetalian War. Amelia had tried to avoid teaching about that war in all of her years of being a teacher. But since the superiors figured out she was alive during that war to the point where she had prosthetics (oddly designed and colored ones, might they add), they wanted her to teach it this year. Oh, how uncomfortable that was for her, especially with Aria's daughter, inconveniently named CJ, who was naturally brilliant in anything to do with languages and histories like her mother and aunt. 

The black curtain of her hair awkwardly covered half of her face, as she nervously pushed up her glasses, "Um, I asked my mom what she did before she became the museum director," Amelia mentally chuckled at this, "And she showed me this," the 18-year-old CJ pulled out a worn photograph out of her black jacket and slid it toward Amelia.

The teacher slowly unfolded it and glanced down at it. It was a shot of her, Anya, Tori, and a Hetalian general CJ during the second anniversary of the Hetalian War. She remembered Aria taking a picture of them here. It was before they went to the party at the World Meeting. They were all at Amelia's apartment.

"The woman in the middle," that meant Amelia, "looked a lot like you. Then mom said that lady had cool prosthetics due to the war," she timidly looked up at Amelia, "She said you knew my aunt and fought directly in the Hetalian War."

"Why, that little," Amelia hissed under her breath, an annoyed smirk and her brows pinched in irritation. Didn't they agree not to drag their Hetalian lives into their present ones?

"...S-So I was wondering," CJ never stuttered. She was always firm and confident in her words, "If you could explain why the war was named the 'Hetalian' War?"

Amelia stared at her.

This was Aria's kid. CJ's niece (she later then figured out that this CJ's name stood for 'CJ Junior'.). It was painful enough to find herself comparing her to the CJ she knew every time she saw her or heard her speak. Why did the world do this to her?

The thing was, Hetalia had been slowly dying out the past decades, the nations slowly becoming only known to their bosses again. Many generals and regular Hetalians from the Hetalian War and before that have passed away due to either old age or other reasons. It was a matter of time before she'd die away along with the fandom that had changed her life forever.

She wondered how Anya was doing in Russia. Amelia heard that she became a cosmonaut for Roscosmos, the Russian space station. She's been up there for who knows how long. Anya was younger than her, so she should be around even after she passed.

Tori had unfortunately died giving birth. Who the husband was or who the kid or kids were, she didn't know. Amelia had felt her heart wrench when she went to her funeral in Lithuania.

Alice had died at the age of 62. She just seemed to have become more stressed and tired and just...passed away. Her parents, of course, had died long ago.

She didn't really know where everyone else was now if they were alive or not or what. But there was a piece of CJ's technical legacy and now she wanted to know what the heck 'Hetalian' meant.

"Well," Amelia started, "Hmph, I dunno, should I give you an exception for knowing my secret? You promise not to tell anyone and I mean, anyone?"

CJ nodded her head eagerly.

"Huh," she rests her chin on top of her hands, "Okay, then."

So she explained.

She hadn't talked so much about her past in such a long time it made her tear up a little, laugh more genuinely, got her to laugh, too, and ask questions.

Amelia didn't know what to think anymore.

Here sat a young woman about to be shot into the life of an adult.

Now she wanted to be a Hetalian general and bring back the Hetalians. She wanted to see America. In person.

That's when Amelia knew.

She had just assigned a mixed up but dedicated person to save the dying fandom.

And she trusts her.