"Amelia!" America scolded, "Where the heck have you been?!" he burst over and swung her out of her wheelchair plopping her down on the couch. They were in Amelia's long-missed apartment. Amelia was surprised to find America there, waiting for her.

"Whoa, there," she held up her hands in surrender, "I was just rolling out for a stroll. I'm gonna be in this wheelchair for a long time, so might as well."

"Well," America sighed, running his hands through his hair. Amelia laughed when he accidentally nudged his Nantucket, "This war's almost over. Almost. We can't have you wandering around, yet."

"Stop that," Amelia chuckled, "Christmas Eve's today. It'd be a great present for you to finally go back to normal and this war to be cleaned up with a bang."

"In order for that to happen, we need this war to end," America stressed, wringing his hands.

Amelia tilted her head suspiciously, "Yo," she murmured, "You alright?"

"Y-Yeah," America hung his head in defeat, "Well, no, it's just something stupid."

"Well, y'know how any brain with a stressed soul operates," Amelia shrugged, "Everything that's spoken as 'small' and/or 'stupid' are usually the mental wring-aways."

"You're just full of philosophies," America said, "Hard to believe...that someone in something as crazy as heck like this fandom has the capacity to say something as sane..."

"...As a nation that's been in more shoot than any human being could dream of being in?" Amelia raised a brow amusingly, "Lemme tell ya something," she leaned forward from where she was sitting on the couch, "You're a freaking nation that's a global superpower but used like an android from DBH. Though, despite that, you're the hero only if people read in between the lines. Hetalians are like that. We're visibly crazy, insane even. But, look at us," she gestures around the room, but America knows she means outside these walls, "Thanks to us being such international fans among the freaks, we knew more than anyone did and what to do."

America hung onto the words she whispered, "...Even if we weren't in our right minds when we did half the stuff we did. Helps to be insane to stay sane, right?"

America couldn't agree more.

~~~~~

"That's a cool flag you have," Amelia smirked as she watched CJ throw it into a couple twirls. She, Tori and Anya are visiting Amelia (albeit, watching over/protecting her) for the time being.

"Mm," CJ nodded in thanks.

Tori had been trying to decipher CJ's Hetalian-stereotypical Swedish personality. Since CJ had arrived last, at Anya's invite, Tori had been lamenting the entire ordeal to the other two capital-bearing generals. Now they were just watching her flip a flag adding in with Anya and Tori's metal pipes. 

CJ sets her flag taut against her leg, "I am supposing that you remember this flag, General Eastern."

"Hm, that didn't sound like a question," Anya laughed, "No matter what, Americans are still Americans."

"You make it sound like a bad thing, you Commie," Amelia chortled. They were Hetalian, these nicknames were normal training, "And yes, I know that flag by heart."

"I felt like I've seen that flag before," Tori mused, "At first I was thinking that it was the Russian flag, but now I'm not so sure...?"

"Eh, you're half right," Anya smirked, "Literally."

"Huh?" Tori cocked her head to the side confusingly.

"It's half Russian," Amelia crosses her arms, giving CJ an impressed stare, "It's a Rusamein flag."

"Rusa-?" Tori murmured over the word. It wasn't any nationality that she's heard of. Wait. Not a nationality. It was only a split second later when the word registered in her brain.

"A ship flag?!" Tori gasps, "I thought those didn't exist anymore! Especially this one!" she jabbed a finger in CJ's general direction, who was still expressionless as ever, "The Rochu Rusame War was years ago! Both flags were disbanded, I remember! Ever since then, they banded the flags to keep outsiders from knowing...what was going on," she trailed off.

CJ sensed the tension rising from her newfound Lithuanian friend, "I kept it," she spoke suddenly, "First and now not the only war I've been in," she mindlessly stroked the flag design looking down at the big star in the middle, "May I drop in a thought," she glanced up from her flag, "It would be nice for us, Hetalians, to get a flag of our own."

"Mm, that sounds real nice," Amelia rubbed her chin at the thought. A flag. For them. Huh, wishful thinking, there. But then, again, a war against a 2p version of their fandom and meeting the nations in person is a pretty dang catastrophe rock exterior with the best miracle for an internal geo.

And with that, there were a few seconds of Hetalian banter of peace as the sun started setting on Christmas Eve. Amelia's apartment had a makeshift Christmas theme, with last-second tinsel in some places ornaments hanging on them. Amelia can't really afford a Christmas tree, let alone taking care of all the falling pine needles. So what she usually does is wrap the majority of her walls in Christmas lights. Anya and Tori had helped her earlier, deciding not to tell America in fear he'd pout about how he'd help if they asked.

Their banter was cut off by CJ's hand, as the other presses against her ear. Her com must've beeped, "General Midwest USA," she responds. Her face held a serious tinge to it, nearly too faint to tell, "No, not at all, all clear," this tells them why she was the last to get here. Patrol rounds.

Her face suddenly makes the most expression anyone's ever seen. A look of wide-eyed shock. Her black, slicked ponytail wavered. They could see the whole circumference of her vibrant, brown eyes underneath the flash of her glasses lens. Her tanned face scrunched slightly back, the corner of her mouth jerking down a tad in suspicion, "General Easternmost," ooh, someone from Nantucket, "Are you telling me this with 100% accuracy? Are you absolutely positive?"

A shrill male voice erupted from CJ's com to where even she flinches, "YES! IT'S OVER! THE WAR'S DONE!"

The entire room turns around to face CJ with their jaws hanging. Her face makes an avid relaxed expression, "Alright," is all she says before pressing on her com again.

Then, just after that, her entire stiff and expressionless persona crumbles immediately. CJ falls to the floor pressing her hands to her face. Tori and Anya run up to her as Amelia makes an attempt to wheel as close as possible without running anyone over. 

"O-Oh my gosh," CJ sobbed, "Oh my freaking gosh...!"

"W-Whoa!" Tori knelt down and shakily held the shivering and once-stoic general, "What's the matter? What happened?"

"It's over," CJ cried, "The war! It's over!"

They all stared.

"Over?" Anya whispered as if said any louder she'd shatter the illusion, "Did...did we win?"

"We won!" CJ drew herself up with the most American smile on her red and tear-streaked face, "We won, we won, we freaking won!"

~~~~~

America didn't know what the heck happened. None of the nations knew what happened. People in charge of the Centers that held the 2p Hetalians, in place of killing them, had been shooting rapid-fire reports about everyone getting memory loss of the whole war at the exact same second. Everyone was confused and didn't know how they got inside their cell. 

It was like they had been controlled and now the spell has lifted.

Amelia was at his side when the reports finally got to him. Judging by her solemnly smiling gaze, he had a feeling that she had done something but doesn't want to say anything about it. In fact, instead of speaking, she pulled out a weird box and started pulling out things that America was all too shocked to see her have.

"Meh," she had said, shrugging teasingly, "Someone just recently gave me these," looked up with a knowing and wise stare, "After all, they're gonna be gone...for a long time."

She wheeled around to face her nation, "Everyone's wondering if they should stay down here in your place or to head back to their posts. No one can believe it and is wondering what's gonna happen now."

"That's the thing about war ending," America sighed, but smiled tearingly all the same, "War is a good thing and a bad thing. All that hard trust and commitment is at its greatest during that time, y'know? Now that it's over...it's just...wow."

"Yeah," Amelia laughed, "Wow, the war's over."