America tilted his head at her, like he was trying to figure out what she was doing there. Just behind him, was the other North American twin, Canada. Something ironic, even when Canada was glaring at her from behind him, she was much taller than the both of them. It kind of made America mad when she still lived with him, because she was taller and she was his colony, so shouldn't she be like an underling.

Sighing, America figured out that he couldn't tell what she was doing here. Out of all the food chains in the world, Saint Andreas hated McDonalds. She thought that there were so many more places that she could go than this 'excuse for a restaurant.' "What are you doing here?" America put a heavy emphasis on the 'you' making Saint Andreas feel a stab of pain run through her chest.

"I came here to talk to you both." Saint Andreas said it plain and clear. There was no reason in hiding what she was thinking from him, especially if Canada came into play. They could tell instantly something was on her mind. They were her brothers after all.

America moved away from the door, though Canada seemed a little reluctant to come forward, as if she would strike like a snake if he came near her. Finally, he decided to step out next to America. America had already been leaning on the window of the shop, and Canada just politely stood next to him.

"Well, I'm here." America growled at her. When he wanted to be mean, trust me, he could be. "So talk." Andrea felt the knife of pain in her chest get jerked out and then shoved back in again.

She took a deep breath before continuing. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry." Andrea locked her blue eyes on America's, which is where she thought she got them from. Then she shifted her eyes to Canada's purple ones. "To both of you."

"Well that's great!" America dug the knife of pain deeper into her. Did he not care about how much courage this took to do? "Sure makes up for everything!" His sarcasm was rude, painful in fact.

"America!" Canada quietly called out to his brother. America turned to him, concern filling his face. "She said she's sorry, doesn't that count for something?"

America bit the bottom of his lip before lightly rubbing his left ribs. This, Saint Andreas guessed, had to be the scar that he had when she left him. England has a good bit of these, they look painful, because he's shown them to her before. Deep cuts inside the skin that can't heal. They often make the character sick, or in agonizing pain.

Saint Andreas piped up once more. "America, I wanted my freedom. I am so sorry I hurt you." America seemed slightly touched by that, but the scar she's put on him made her in even more pain.

"I'll speak for both of us." Canada gripped Kuma tighter in his hands. "We both forgive you." America looked back to Saint Andreas, before nodding and smiling lightly. "Now run along, I'm sure you've got better things to do than be with both of us."

Saint Andreas smiled before running back down the street, searching everywhere for the one she wished to see most, the one who recommended going to her two brothers and apologizing. Finally, she saw a blond Nordic, with spiky hair, and the others standing around him. All except Iceland, to whom she was guessing was hanging out with Robin.

Saint Andreas sprinted forward, before latching herself onto the tallest Nordic, grinning like a maniac. Sweden seemed taken aback by the strange leech, to whom had decided it would be best to attack him randomly. Saint Andreas began speaking, burying her face into his dark blue coat. "It worked Sve!"

"D'd 't?" Sweden asked, happiness overflowing the inside of him, but not enough to leak onto the outside of him, so he still held his stiff expression.

"Did what?" Finland asked, kind of confused when the girl just ran up and hugged his brother, which is kind of random, even for the Nordic Five.

"Are you really that oblivious?" Norway calmly stated.

"Probably." Finland replied awkwardly.

Denmark sighed. "She got America and America Two to like her again. Which trust me, it's not an easy task." Denmark looked at the dark haired girl, to which it looked like she was either crying or laughing too hard.

"Oh!" Finland stated. "Congratulations!" He flipped his blond bangs back, showing some purple eyes filled with happiness. She loved his eyes, it was hard to conceal that.

Saint Andreas lifted her face from Sweden's jacket before nodding her head. "Thank you."