As Amelia walked in with her bag, she noticed the elderly staff lifting the luggage of the many other young guests. If Amelia had to guess, the youngest of the staff was a woman in her late 50s, at the least. She also noticed some of the younger guests offer assistance or plainly refuse the staff entirely. A large, muscular blonde was helping one of the elder maids with a few large suitcases. He had light blonde hair that had slicked back and neatly combed. He was also wearing a black cross around his neck, something Amelia feared once before. The tall blonde was about to drop the top box onto the smaller maid in front, with no hands able to catch it.

"Watch out!" Amelia yelled as she gently shoved the elderly maid and caught the box single-handedly. Her left hand held the maid to stop her from stumbling while her right hand gently held the piece of luggage. To any normal human, it would have been fairly heavy. But Amelia's super strength made it easy for her to hold the item. Most of the people were watching her, given her sudden outburst most likely startled them. Tobias ran up to her.

"Ms. Jones, are you alright?" he asked frantically. Amelia tilted her head cutely and chuckled.

"I'm fine, why would I be hurt? It was just a piece of luggage," Amelia let the maid out of her grasp and swiftly swung the luggage from her palm to under her arm, "you ok hun?" the maid was speechless, giving a simple nod. Amelia looked at the elderly woman's face, seeing her pupils dilate. She then felt her forehead with her lips before smiling down, "you seem to be at the brink of a minor anxiety attack. I suggest you go sit somewhere quiet for a few minutes and gather your thoughts. Hydrate yourself and steady your breaths," Amelia's smile was impossible to refuse, so one of the other maids took her down the hall.

"Danke, I alvays tells Mona to take ut easy. She's stubborn," a man with dark brown hair came in. He looked to the blonde with a stern expression, "Ludvig, jou should let somevon help jou. I get jou're strong, but ut vouldn't hurt,"

"Nein, Feliciano is alvays paranoid about hus luggage since zat trip to India. He doesn't vant anyvon but me to touch hus luggage," the blonde then looked to Amelia, "Danke, I'm afraid mein lover has un awful habit of overpacking," Amelia chuckled and placed the small suitcase back on top, with help from the taller Tobias.

"I trust jou are Matthew's plus von?" Amelia nodded and turned back to the brunette, "my name us Roderich,"

"Amelia, a pleasure to meet you," the two shook hands. Suddenly, an albino man wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Birdie sure has gut taste in vomen," the albino swayed her lightly. Amelia plucker his hand from her waist and chuckled.

"Well, you must be Gilbert," Amelia giggled. Gilbert was about to retort, but Amelia kept going, "oh, pardon me. I meant to say," Amelia cleared her throat, "ZE TOTALLY MORE AWESOMER ZEN ZE MOST AWESOMEST GILBERT EVER," Amelia cocked her brow and smirked. Roderich was holding his mouth as he chuckled at Gilbert's stunned face. Many of the young guests also stifled their laughter, trying their best to keep their giggles quiet.

"Ah~ So Birdie talks about me~" Amelia rolled her eyes and sighed, turning her body towards the other blonde.

"I'm afraid I never formally got your name, sir,"

"Ludwig, Gilbert und Roderich are mein older bruders," Amelia looked between the three men and smiled.

"Jesus Christ, is the beer in the Germanic regions anti-aging? You all look fresh out of college," Amelia smiled as Gilbert laughed boisterously at the comment. Of course, Amelia knew the reason they didn't age was that they were nations. But she kept that tidbit to herself.

"Are jou a beer girl?" Gilbert asked. Amelia shook her head and smirked.

"Nah, I prefer the really hard shit. Like moonshine," Amelia retorted cooly.

"Moonshine?" Ludwig asked.

"Uh-huh, if you make it properly it's about 90% alcohol,"

"Zat sounds very strong, ze awesome me should try it sometime,"

"Sweetheart I can already tell you'll be a lightweight. Moonshine ain't something to fuck with," she then put a hand over her mouth and blushed, "sorry, cussing is kinda a force of habit," the many guests laughed and Gilbert patted her back, despite being slightly offended at the thought of being a lightweight.

"No vorries, jou don't need to be formal yet. Save all ze prim proper Scheiße for ze gala," Amelia took a breath of relief, happy her slipped in cuss didn't ruin her first impression.

That's when a loud thud drew attention to the entry way, as a man face planted to the floor. The group of people that walked in seemed relatively young. All but one of them had dark brown hair, the other person having black. The person who face planted was a young man with a red pinyin, collapsed over a suitcase. The one with black hair was kneeling by his side, awkwardly patting his back.

"Aiya Yong-Soo! Why did you have to pack so much?! You know my back is bad, aru!"

"Sorry aniki, I couldn't help myself! I had to bring all the latest trends, including my new music, da-ze!" Yong-Soo had curl that bounced happily on his head. Amelia giggled quietly to herself and walked over, kneeling by 'Aniki's' head.

"Would you like some help?" she asked sweetly, making the man who had faceplanted into the area rug look upwards.

"Xièxiè, aru," the man was helped up by a girl with a very long ponytail and green, silk pinyin. She also had a large straw hat, looking all to similar to ones Amelia would find back during the Vietnam war.

"Zhè bú shì wèn tí, xiān sheng" Amelia replied, making all of the group looked at the blonde in amazement. She picked up the luggage with no struggle, causing Yong-Soon to gawk in wonder at her strength.

"Your Mandarin is wonderful, aru!" 'Aniki' exclaimed, clearly impressed with her lingual skill.

"Thank you! I learned while I was stationed in Yokota Air Force Base. You'd be surprised how many Japs I met knew Mandarin. A Vietnamese comrade helped me out too, since I had a very horrible American accent," Amelia laughed at the memory of her trying to pronounce the words like her Asian friends.

"You are in the air force? That is so cool, da-za!" Amelia laughed at the Yong-Soo's enthusiasm.

"So, you're American? Correct?" the man with black hair asked.

"Yeppers, Amelia Jones, at your service!" Amelia winked and held two fingers to her forehead, giving an adorable salute.

"I am Yao Wang. These are my younger brothers and sisters, Kiku, Yong-Soo, Hyung-Soo, Lien, Mei, and Cheng," the group all bowed, to which Amelia bowed back. Roderich was quick to walk up to them and guide the oriental nations to their rooms, leaving Amelia to carry the large cases with another staff member. That's was until someone came barrelling down the hall.

"CHECK IT OUT, UNCLE MATHIAS?! I'M A F-22 RAPTOR!!!" the footsteps were getting louder and approaching quickly.

"PETER LOOK WHERE YOU'RE GOING!!!" another voice yelled before Amelia felt something roughly smack into her legs smack and get tangled. She fell backward as the luggage got some air, but as it came back down she made sure to keep her body above whatever just ran into her. When all the suitcases were scattered around her, she looked to her lap to see a small boy.

"You ok, hun? Nothing hit you, right?" Amelia asked as she checked him over. The loud crash brought more people into the hallway and two elder gentlemen finally came into view.

"Peter! You know better to run in Roderich's hallways!" a man with purple eyes scolded. The taller gentleman, who had weirdly spiked hair, helped Amelia up.

"Are you ok? That looked like it hurt," he gently brushed off Amelia's blouse.

"Nah, having all my kids tackle me into a dog pile hurts. Having luggage fall on my back was nothing," The purple-eyed man walked to her, with the child in tow.

"What do we say, Peter?"

"I'm sorry I bumped into you," the boy apologized timidly. The snowy blonde looked to one of the smaller men who was helping with the luggage, "Emil, do you think you can take him outside for a bit?" the younger man with a straight face nodded, "Peter, go with Uncle Emil while we clean this up," Peter nodded and ran off. She then noticed a very tall blonde and a short platinum blonde helping pick up the suitcases, "I am so sorry for my son, he always has too much energy after a long flight,"

"No worries, I got sixty back home. I know how it is," Amelia waved as if it were no big deal, "my name is Amelia," she introduced as she helped with the suitcases.

"I'm Tino, this is my husband, Berwald and my brothers Mathias and Lukas," as the names were called, the men raised their hands. Amelia smiled and was about to pick up a large suitcase from the ground when Berwald took it from below her hands. Amelia looked up to him and he looked down at her, suddenly the world froze. Amelia remembered those eyes, those deep blue hues were unmistakable.

"Big sister Vinland?! Why must I hide?!" Amelia was being put under a blanket while Vinland laid her on the high beams of the house,"

"Big sister is having visitors who must not see you. You will be safest here. Do not come down until I call for you," Vinland kissed her head just as a loud knock came from the door. Vinland hopped from the beam and walked to the door, out of sight. When she did come back into Amelia's view, two men were with her. A small man dressed in goofy clothes and a tall man with a scary face. When he looked around, Amelia felt her tiny two-year-old body freeze.

That man had blue eyes that were void of all life. His face seemed to be weird, showing no emotions. Amelia was never scared of the man but confused, as his eyes were the same color as her own.

Why does this man look like me and big sister?

Everything went on pause the moment the taller man began to reach for Vinland's hidden stash above the fireplace. Angry at the stranger for trying to take her big sister's stuff, he flicked her finger. A bolt of lightning flung out, hitting the shorter man in the butt. He screeched in sudden pain and rubbed his tushie, making the other two turn around.

"T'no, wh'at h'pp'nd?" the man asked as he ran to the shorter's side.

"I think something bit me! Vinland, has your house become infested?" the shorter asked worriedly. Vinland was thrown off for only a second before she replied.

"I'm afraid there have been some minor issues with a new beetle recently. I have never read of it before, but it stings when it bites. They only seem to bite as a form defense and no illness has yet to be caused by it," Vinland lied perfectly.

"I s'e, 'se th' st'sh t' f'ght th' inf'st'tion," the tall man stood up straight and left, the shorter in tow. Once the door shut, Vinland hopped up to the beam and gently grabbed Amelia.

"Nice work, my little runt!" Vinland tickled Amelia's sides, laughing happily.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" Tino asked as he waved a hand in front of her. Amelia jolted from the memory and shook her head lightly, trying to look unfazed.

"Oh, pardon me. I was just lost in thought, I wasn't aware how spacy I seemed," Amelia chuckled lightly.

"N' w'rr'es," Berwald nodded, "w' w'll t'ke thes' t' th' appr'p'ate room," the man left with the group following closely behind. She stood up and stared at the bodies walking away from her, gulping as she remembered.

She knew those nations from a very young age, all four of them would come to Vinland's house to try to collect their money. But Amelia would always use her powers to force them away. Amelia felt a hand on her shoulder, making her jump a bit.

"Sorry to startle you, Ms. Jones," Tobias apologized, "but I came to fetch you for brunch. Have you seen your room yet?" noticing that Amelia still had her bag draped over her person. Shaking her head, Amelia softly sighed, "well, I will show you to your room then. All the meals except breakfast are to be semi-formal wear in this house, meaning no casual clothing. I suggest you pick out a nice outfit for brunch," Tobias opened the door to her room, smiling at her expression as she walked inside.

The room was absolutely gorgeous, making Amelia nearly faint. The two bedside tables would fit her cosmetic items, her sketchbook, her journal, and bathing tools. The large, white bureau on the wall opposite of the bed would hold all her undergarments. The closet, located right beside the white bureau, would hang all of her clothes.

Tobias left her alone to get settled and quickly change, making Amelia giddy with excitement. She put down her duffle and began to put everything in its proper place, assuring it all stayed organized in her own mental system.

After she finished unpacking, she looked to her many outfits, deciding on a romper with a rose-patterned halter top and scarlet shorts. She paired them with a pair of plain white, slip-on sneakers, assuring she didn't fall when she was finally in front of everyone. She let her hair ripple down her back as she began to double French braid it, allowing the braids to go over her shoulders. She finished the nice outfit up by adding some chapstick, letting Amelia's face still be natural.

She began to go downstairs towards the dining hall, taking more deep breaths. Meeting some nations in groups was easy, it was seeing them all together that was going to give her a heart attack. Tobias was in front of the dining hall, smiling down at the attire and opening the door for her. The long dining table was filled with chatter, laughter, petty arguments, and annoyed groans.

But the moment Amelia walked in, the room was silent.

Amelia gulped and nervously waved her hand, trying the best to find the words that she had been rehearsing for basically her entire nationhood. But, she didn't need to speak, as a familiar blonde with an adorable curl and sexy man bun quickly ran over to her.

"Mel! Happy you could make it!" the two embraced tightly and Mattie held her shoulders, "everyone, this is Mel. A companion of mine,"

If only you knew that I'm actually your sister, Mattie

Another man walked up, his hair in a ponytail that was held together by a silk ribbon. He had stubble on his chin and a sexual aura around him.

"'ello, Mademoiselle! I am Francis, Matthieu's elder brother! I practically raised ze boy! After all, 'e calls me papa, right mon fills?" Francis messed with Matthew's hair, making the taller blush. He then took a good look at her, like a vulture eyeing a piece of meat, "jou are so very beautiful, finally, a worthy lady on your arms," a man with blocky eyebrows came from behind and whacked Francis' head, making the former groan.

"Stop your bloody yapping, frog. We don't know if they are together nor do we reserve the right to assume," the man then looked up with a slight smile, completely ignoring the fact he just assaulted his fellow nation, "Arthur Kirkland, a pleasure to meet you," Arthur shook Amelia's hand curtly. Francis growled and pushed Arthur off.

"Do tell moi, surely mon petit fills 'as a beautiful woman such as you in 'is arms,"

"PAPA!!!" Matthew was blushing feverishly and Amelia chuckled.

"What are you talking about? Mattie is just a good friend, in fact, I know who he likes,"

As soon as those words fled from her tongue, a woman rushed to her and practically swallowed her in a tight hug.

"You must tell me!" the woman had long, light brown hair that was to her waist. Her green eyes seemed to sparkle with some sort of wonder, making Amelia gulp harshly.

"Eliza! Calm jourself!" Roderich calmly ordered, making Eliza withdrawal from the hug.

"Sorry, how rude of me! I am Elizabeta, Roderich's wife and die-hard yaoi fanatic," the woman scratched her neck shyly. Amelia gazed at her, stunned. But her eyes began to shine.

"Merde," Matthew whispered under his breath as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, "please, Mel, don't sta-"

"Doll I know those feelings! Do you know how hard it was to read the end of Owari no Seraph?! Like, I was screaming my head off that Takaya Kagami killed off Mika! Like, I haven't seen or read a disappointment that bad since Ash lost to Alan in Kalos!" the brunette squealed and began to jump. Kiku also got up and walked over to the group.

"So, you arso think Ash rosing in Karos was bad?" he asked with a slight smile.

"Well, duh!!! How the everloving hell does an Ash Greninja lose to a mega Charizard?! Ash was clearly the better trainer and his special bond with Greninja was something out of the ninja folklore! Then when you look at basic type advantages, Ash should have won easily! They totally missed an opportunity to start a whole new generation! Serena and Ash belonged together! I mean, they called it amourshipping because Kalos was based on France! The nation of love! It would have been the perfect chance for Ash to finally win a major league instead of some rinky-dink Alola tournament, settle down with the Kalos Queen, and have a prodigy child that would continue the franchise!"

"You understand me so werr!!!" Kiku was basically radiating light from his excited face as unshed tears gathered in his eyes. A cough brought the group back to reality, making Amelia awkwardly chuckle.

"My bad," she smiled and turned to the other two, "we'll continue later, I've got some juicy Yaoi fanfiction of my own I'd be happy to show you," she winked, making the other two laugh and go back to their seats. Matthew led Amelia to her seat, which was between him and a tall nation with ashy blonde hair. His eyes were similar to Matthew's but a little less lively. She turned to him and smiled softly, the taller glaring down at her with a sinister smile.

"Mel, don't talk to him," Matthew quietly demanded, finding his overprotective nature springing forward. But Amelia swatted his cheek and rolled her eyes.

"Don't be rude, Mattie," she whispered back and turned her body back towards the taller, "I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you yet. I'm Amelia," the taller was silent for a minute before tilting his head.

"Privet, I am Ivan," he introduced himself shyly. Amelia recognized the accent immediately and nearly jumped from her chair.

"Cool accent! Are you Russian?"

"Da, I am," there was a brief silence before he continued, "are you not afraid of me?" Ivan asked, pointing to himself. Amelia tilted her head and cocked her eyebrow.

"What?" Amelia giggled, "why on Earth would I be afraid of you? I actually think you look like a nice guy. Should I be afraid?" Amelia teased. Ivan's eyes lit up a tiny bit, slightly jumping at the fact this gorgeous, young woman wasn't fearful of him.

"Nyet, you should not. I apologize, I am just not used to people not fearing my presence," Ivan explained as the chefs brought out large platters of Brettljause and Kaiserschmarrn, with tiny side platters of Vienna sausage, Käsespätzle, and Belegte Brote. A server also poured coffee into the nations' mugs and crisp water in their glasses. Amelia smiled at Ivan with the gentleness of a cloud, making the Russian blush darkly.

"I'm sure we can be good friends, that is, if you want to be," Amelia told Ivan as she sipped her coffee. Ivan was stunned for only a few seconds before nodding to her.

"Da, I would like that very much!" he nearly shouted. Amelia took a bite of sausage, smiling at the taste.

"Ok, ve need to address ze elephant in ze room!" Gilbert stood up and gestured to Amelia, "vhere did jou meet Birdie?"

"The market, we went to grab the same bottle of maple syrup and kinda just started conversing,"

"Of course it was bloody syrup, what else would Matthew buy at the store," Arthur chuckled as Francis lightly elbowed his gut.

"Well, Amelia, tell us about jourself," Francis smiled as Amelia began to ponder. She was thinking of ways to twists her words into half truths. She didn't want to lie to them, but she couldn't tell them the complete truth either.

"Well, just tell me something you want to know,"

"You said you were stationed in the Yokota Air Force Base. Are you in the military full time?" Mei asked as she sipped her water.

"No, I'm retired. I served in all branches of the military and was even given the honor to guard the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. I was also in the secret service for a while but retired young. I'm twenty-one, but I've been handling weapons from a very young age. My elder sister and mother were avid hunters, so they taught me how to hunt before I could waddle. I was a natural with combat and by the age of ten, I was skilled with a bow and arrow, rifle, and even swords. Because of my fighting talents, I was let into an elite training program funded by the government. I worked my ass off and as soon as I turned 18, they shipped me out with the Navy Seals. I love my military and appreciate the sacrifices they make, but above all, I adored the air force,"

"Why the air force?" Peter asked.

"Flying is one of the best things in the world, especially given that I was a wonderful pilot. I trained with many different planes, but the Blackbird was my favorite. God, it was thrilling just blasting through the sky at 3,500 kilometers an hour!" Amelia then took a deep breath, "besides, the Air Force has a luxury no other branch has,"

"Vhich is?" Ludwig prodded curiously.

"They don't get to see the people they killed, die," the entire table got quiet and waited for Amelia to continue, "with the air force, you don't get to see the enemy soldiers and innocent civilians bleed or burn, it's just the sky," many nations were listening intently, including a few Middle Eastern ones.

"I thought Americans liked to fight," one added, getting a very sharp elbow to the gut.

"Asadi, do not be rude," a girl ordered sharply, "forgive my elder brother, he has a pretty warped view of Americans. I am Gal, a representative from Israel. Asadi here is from Afghanistan,"

"Ah~ I see," Amelia lightly smiled, "I don't hate all people from the Middle East, ya know. After all, it wasn't the Afghan government that wanted 9/11. It was terrorist organizations. Many Americans don't grasp the concept that even if a monumental tragedy shouldn't define an entire nation, so I'm sorry if you were hurt my one of my fellow Americans at one time,"

Asadi, as well as many of the other nations, were shocked. To them, Amelia didn't need to apologize on behalf of America. But that is because they didn't know the truth.

"I'm sorry if my comment before was offensive, I too forget that not all people of the same nation think alike. Especially in regards to America," Asadi apologized back, a guilty look upon his face.

"Don't worry, I'm too lazy to hold a grudge. But, to reply to your comment, I hate war more than anything on this planet. I don't see any benefit come from it other than greedy politicians devouring another nations funds. Like, World War II was easily preventable had it not been for the German Guilt Clause. It was Austria's secret alliances that caused that damn first war, but since Germany was more powerful France and Britain had to be petty assholes,"

Many of the nations laughed into their sleeves or to the side at how blunt Amelia was. However, Francis and Arthur weren't very amused.

"Well, 'ow do jou figure zat?" The Frenchman asked, trying his best to sound pleasant.

"The German Guilt Claude put too much weight on Germany, who need I remind you all was barely unified fifty years. Like seriously, he was a child in comparison to Britain and France. Germany's debt got so bad trying to repay them that they took loans from America, which stopped after the Great Depression. That's why I don't blame the Germans for Hitler, people will do anything if it means they survive. Hitler promised them financial stability, work, things the German people didn't have much of. Hitler gave them hope and the citizens clung to that. When the world kicks you down multiple times, you take the hand of anyone who reaches out,"

The entire table was silent. Ludwig was on the verge of crying, his lips wavering with a slight smile.

"I'm glad somevon understands zat part of history," he thought aloud. Amelia turned to him and gave a polite smile.

"War is pointless in my opinion. People die and what ends it, a piece of paper signed by international delegates. It's an annoying outcome if you ask me. All those lives were ripped away from those people and such a minuscule solution suddenly makes it all better? I don't find myself a very political woman, I prefer to focus on the humanity of the world. I base my beliefs on humane morals that are common sense, not money or power,"

"For somevon so young, zat is very smart," Francis added, finding his previous sour mood turn to guilt. Amelia really had put everything into perspective for him. Amelia looked to him and chuckled.

"I have an old soul," she replied shyly.

"How about we change the topic?" Tino asked, most nations automatically nodding, "so, you told me that you had sixty kids?"

Ivan did a full-on spit take after hearing that and began to cough. Amelia jumped and instantly turned to him.

"Holy shit, you alright big guy?" Amelia patted his back softly, trying to clear his airway. Many of the nations were shocked at the statement that such a young woman could care for so many children.

"Sixty children, aiya how do you still stay sane, aru?!"

"Well, I didn't birth any of them. I adopt and foster them and many stray animals. My kids didn't have very good lives before I came into the picture, so I focus on making their lives better. One of the elder boys was traumatized after 9/11 upon seeing his mother all bloody. I worked with him through the trauma and now he's a volunteer firefighter," Amelia didn't realize she was so good at half-truths until that moment. She still hadn't told a single lie to them, which honestly impressed herself.

"What about the strays?" Mathias asked.

"I train them to be service animals and give them to people in need. I do keep a few, like my American Eskimo dog, Sugar. I have a lot of pets and most of the kids have pets as well. I even have a pet pig. A Russian friend had given her to me as a joke, but I fell in love with the pink cutie. Since she was Russian, I named the pig Capitalist. It gave us both a good laugh,"

Amelia giggled as she remembered Anastasia. She was ever the lively child and was one of the very few humans to go to the grave with her secret. Amelia looked to her side and noticed Ivan was chortling a tiny bit into his thick scarf, trying his best to keep his semi-straight face. She also noticed a few more people laughing, three men and two women.

"My, that is very funny. Given how much you have spoken, I take it you like history?" the woman with...Short hair asked. Amelia nodded to her, "I'm Katyusha by the way. Just before I forget to introduce myself,"

"Well, Katyusha, I love history. It's my favorite subject and was one of my majors when I was going to college in the military,"

"One of them?" the other woman with a bow in her hair asked.

"Yep, history and mechanical engineering. Miss?"

"I am Natalia," she introduced herself with a slight smile.

"Well, Natalia, I was also going through an international interpreter program. I'm certified in ASL, Spanish, German, Mandarin, French, Russian, and Tagalog. But I speak many other languages as well,"

"Zat's very impressive!" Ludwig basically shouted. Amelia shrugged at the comment as if it were nothing to her.

"Nah, I learn languages pretty easily. I mean, I learned the entire Kanji alphabet in maybe three months. Portuguese only took me two months to learn to speak, but the grammar really screwed me over though so it took an extra two months to learn how to write,"

"You are quite a rare flower, Amelia," Arthur commented kindly, making Amelia chuckle.

"Well, I try my best to prove not all Americans are idiotic assholes who eat burgers and shoot guns. Obviously, my training paid off," Roderich stood up with his glass.

"I say ve toast to Amelia! Our newest friend!" they stood and cheered together, happily smiling at her. Amelia blushed but smiled to the lively crowd.

The rest of the brunch was very pleasant and Amelia loved conversing with the others. She never wanted this to end, despite her having another week here beside them. She felt so at home now.

Amelia's entire life with her fellow nations was taken from her, simply because of her gender. She hoped her secret would stay silent forever.

Too bad fate decided differently.