Amelia was taken to the hospital to be treated for her minor injuries. Most of the nations wished to wait in the lobby, including Afghanistan, for any word on her condition. The members of the former Axis and Allies didn't fret too much, as they knew she would be ok.

"I hope she's alright. She went in to save you, you know," Canada heard Israel whisper to Afghanistan. Her brother nodded and crossed his arms, trying his best to cope with the new information he had received about Amelia.

He had just learned that the woman he had grown to respect was the nation he was brainwashed to hate.

The Nordics were in charge of food, taking everyone's orders, and leaving for the nearest diner.  Austria and Switzerland were trying to get some information on the fire via the news. Monaco was comforting a shaken up Seychelles. Belgium was gently petting Liechtenstein's head. Taiwan was fidgeting with her fingers. All while Vietnam, Hungary, and Belarus were polishing their weapons.

Even after the Nordics came back with the food, the nations seemed to be twitching with tension. The hospital was relatively quiet as the staff worked, nobody really made a lot of noise. It seemed like the silence would continue forever as they waited for any word on Amelia.

Until the doctor came in...

"Family of Amelia-"

Everybody stood up, making the poor doctor falter. She quickly gathered herself and proceeded to wave them to her. The nations were quick to follow and followed the doctor down the halls.

"How is she?"  Seychelles asked.

"Nothing too major, just a few burns and scrapes. I'm honestly surprised considering all the smoke she inhaled. We're going to keep her overnight, just to make sure she's ok. But, she should be released tomorrow morning," she gestured to the door, "she's resting, so make sure to be-"

"MAAAAAAAA!"

All the nations and staffed jumped at the sudden shout. Rapid clops made their way down the hallway as they heard the voice excuse herself multiple times. When the woman responsible finally appeared, she was beautiful.

Her fluffy black hair was styled in a top bun and her tan seemed similar to Spain's. Her deep hazel eyes were filled with worry as she pushed past the nations and the doctors. For someone so small, she managed to knock Germany on his ass with a single huff as she opened the door and ran in.

"Jesus Murphy, she must be strong," Matthew noted as he helped Ludwig up. The other nations nodded in agreement as the doctor sighed in annoyance. Matthew gave her a reassuring pat, making her smile slightly. She walked away from the situation, fully assured the others had the situation handled.

As they entered the room, they saw how the girl was talking in rapid Spanish to Amelia. The poor blonde was trying to calm her down, but she could hardly get a word in. The chaos this younger teen was emanating was ten times worse than that of a normal world conference.

Romano walked to her and spoke harshly in Spanish.

"¡Cállate! ¡Le estás dando dolor de cabeza a todos!"
(shut up! you are giving everyone a headache!)

The young teen was silenced by his tone but then began to laugh.

"Honey, you ain't that threatening. Mama is way scarier than you," she responded. It seemed to have worked though since the young teen didn't speak rapid Spanish anymore.

"Cali, I'm happy you're here. I'm sorry about the mansion, I know it was one of your favorites," Amelia apologized. The young teen waved it off and giggled.

"The insurance covers terrorist attacks, which I have proof of with the cameras. The footage automatically gets stored day by day, so I just need to find the time stamp,"

"You have terrorist attacks included with your insurance?" Amelia asked. The young girl shrugged.

"Ever since what happened to Yorkie and Homa, I insure all my properties to the fullest extent. Perhaps that's why my economy is so shit,"

"God, Homa was a wreck after that. My poor baby boy was trying so hard to be tough,"

"Wait, I'm confused. Amelia, who is this?" England questioned.

"Oh, how rude of me! I'm Becca California Jones,"

"So, you're one of Amelia's daughters," Finland concluded. She nodded before suddenly getting really red. Her cheeks became flushed and the world began to spin. She caught herself on the bed and sighed, rubbing her head.

"Ya know, this is really annoying. These stupid wildfires are going to be the death of me," France pulled a chair to her and helped her sit down.

"I hope our fire didn't cause it,"

"No, just some misfits. I can feel them throwing the popping firecrackers against the trees," Amelia looked at her daughter worriedly before smirking.

"Are you Disney bounding as Hades?"

"Of course! Hades is my favorite fun villian~" Amelia laughed and so did California, "I would show you how well I mastered his death powers, but I don't wanna risk giving you a heart attack,"

"Jou have powers?" Prussia mused.

"Yep, I possess the powers of every Disney and Pixar villain! Mama has helped me a lot! She always cleans up my messes when I fuck up spells and stuff, which I feel bad for," she answered meekly.

"Hold on," Afghanistan interrupted, "so, you represent California?"

"Yes, I do!"

It took a few seconds, but a resounding gasp flew from basically everyone's tongues.

"WAIT!!! DOES THAT MEAN AMELIA IS THE UNITED STATES?!" Hungary yelled. Amelia chuckled weakly and took a deep breath, nodding. She felt bad for hiding it for so long, she could only imagine how much stress she put her fellow female nations through.

"I forgot, the bomb went off before I could reveal myself. I am the personification of the United States," she confessed, "I'm sorry I hid it for so long, but my bosses haven't been all too kind to me,"

"Exactly 'ow many bosses 'ave been kind to you?"

"Easy, Francis, if not counting the founding fathers it's four. Lincoln, both Roosevelts, and Obama both listened to me and respected me. Wilson sort of respected me, he allowed me to go to Europe when the treaty was being signed. But, I couldn't really leave his side,"

"You poor thing," Finland gently brushed Amelia's head.

"Hey, I became a superpower by toughing it out. I mean, Jackson kept me in a cell when I spoke in defense of Native Americans. Bush paid no attention to my emotional state in the wake of 9/11, leading my to a downward spiral. Hell, I don't even remember the beginning of the Great Depression! I just remember Hoover giving me tea and waking up in a hospital bed three years later,"

The nations seemed very sad at that. Hoover must have truly traumatized her.

"So, that means, anything we did-" Israel started.

"Yep, it's ok though. I've already learned that holding grudges just wastes time and energy. But, I wouldn't be lying if I said I was a total stranger," Amelia smirked, "I was the one serving you soup, Vietnam. I was also Ida, during World War II, and did my duties for the allied powers by sitting in on strategy meetings. Oh, and Ivan, I was Stella Blanc,"

The Russian smiled widely and hugged her, kissing her temple with a smile.

"I knew we had danced before~" he responded, giggling.

"Awwww~ Mama and Russia sitting in a tree-"

"Cali, you finish that song and you're grounded," Amelia threatened. The other laughed loudly and the rest of the day was spent talking about her other ventures. An hour before visiting hours were said to be done, Ivan was alone with Amelia.

"Amelia, may I ask you a question?" she nodded, "why were you in Soviet Russia to begin with. As an American, if you were caught or found out, you could've easily been killed," Amelia was quiet for a few moments. It was as if she was contemplated how to answer.

"A friend told me to go, it was her dying wish," she smiled as she remembered the spunky woman that was Anastasia Romanov

Amelia was right beside Anastasia, who was at the ripe age of 81. She was frail but still sassy as ever. Amelia was reading to her, smiling happily as she saw how Anastasia's face changed with every emotion. She had been reading from a book with old Russian fairytales. Amelia knew her human friend wouldn't last the night, so she did her best to make her comfortable.

"Amelia, do you remember when you rescued me?"

"I could never forget," Amelia smiled softly. Anastasia laughed.

"You used magic right in front of me to make a carbon copy of my body. All you needed was a strand of my hair. To think, to those traitors, I was dead. When I live happily here in America and have been for decades,"

"I'm glad you have enjoyed my land, it means the world to me that you actually appreciated my doings. Not many other people in ALPS do,"

ALPS: Ally Leader Protection Squadron

Formed not long after the French Revolution, America trained an elite squad to protect its ally leaders from any form of harm. The branch is so secretive that NO government office, not even the FBI or CIA, have access to their records.

"I sometimes wish I could go back, just for a day," Anastasia chuckled, "perhaps you could go for me?"

"An American going into Soviet Russia? Does that sound like a good plan to you?"

"As long as you're the one doing it, Amelia. I always had this tradition, it figures I won't be able to do it one last time. It would be my dying wish for you to do it in my place,"

Amelia was still hesitant but nodded.

"Alright, what is it?"

"I used to go to the statue garden and leave a sunflower in front of Catherine the Great's statue. The time and date are important, so you must listen to these directions exactly," Anastasia began to inform Amelia of everything. When she was supposed to go, where she was supposed to go, which Cathrine the Great statue to do it to, every single detail.

Amelia nodded and written down everything, making sure all details were correct. The last few hours were spent chatting and laughing before Anastasia finally fell asleep forever.

Amelia made an entire fake portfolio and passport and flew to France, taking a flight from France to the Soviet Union. She got off the plane, checked into a hotel, and went on a stroll to get a feel of the land.

At a crosswalk, she waited for the cars to stop. She noticed a small girl and her mother next to her, both speaking in Russian. The moment finally came they were allowed to walk, so the girl began to run. Amelia noticed a car rapidly approaching the girl and ran after her.

"Wait!" Amelia snatched the little girl and rolled out of the way, the car barely missing them. The car then smashed into the traffic pole, starting to smoke. Amelia panted as the little girl ran into her mother's arms. She began to thank Amelia, she simply nodded and went to help the people in the car.

As she got each person out, she noticed they looked familiar. She had seen these people before when she was walking in front of the Bolshoi Theatre. They were dancers. Emergency workers arrived at the scene and took them to the hospital, along with Amelia.

When she got to the hospital, she explained what she had witnessed and what she had done. That's when another woman came in, obviously upset about the dancers. She approached Amelia and the two spoke for a bit, leading for Amelia to be dragged to the theatre.

Amelia smirked at Ivan.

"So, you were the one who laid the sunflower?"

"Da, I did,"

"I must confess, Anastasia never did such a thing. It was always my personal tradition. She and I were close, so only she knew I did it," Ivan smiled softly.

"Oh my fucking God, she was trying to set us up!" Amelia and Ivan laughed loudly at the thought of Anastasia trying to play their matchmaker.

Little do they know, Anastasia was in fact trying to set them up.

And she was smirking in Heaven watching them fall in love.