A quick oneshot about Amelia!

Amelia's first world meeting goes south quickly when she enters the meeting room of the bosses instead of the nations!

Short crack chapter

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It was the turn of the century, 1800, when Amelia and John Adams set sail for London. She was jittery and nervous, as this would be her first world meeting. John and his wife tried their best to quell her nerves, but she remained jumpy and worrisome. She knew that a majority of nations were male, which let alone scared her. But it was also the fact that she was so young, a baby when compared to the rest of the world.

When the anchor finally dropped in the London port, Amelia was hesitant to get off. John gave her a reassuring look, guiding her to the building where the meeting would be taking place.

"Tomorrow morning, you are to come to this building and ask for the meeting room. You will do fantastic, my dear!" John was a man of knowledge, a scholar in its finest form. However, he was quite snobbish and overconfident. Amelia paid that no mind, she just wished to rest her tired head. John saw how exhausted she was so with a small smile, he helped her get set up in the Inn. He had been invited to see the palace, so he was going to be there until the next evening when his meeting was supposed to start. Amelia smiled at John and laid on her bed, too tired to even eat her dinner.

When the sun began to rise, she got up and began to get in her favorite dress. She simply slipped on a pantihose, one of her many underskirts, and bra. She did not wish to use shapewear like corsets or impairing footwear such as heels. She put her hair in a bun, tying it off with a white ribbon.

She finished off her look with white gloves and a white scarf, tucking it into her collar to keep her collarbone warm. Amelia looked at herself in the mirror, straightening her dress of any wrinkles. She was about to open her door when there was a knock, so she waited for a bit before opening it. She saw a random man who had a letter from her boss.

"Lady Amelia, I am your coachman sent by the king to escort you to the meeting. Please, follow me," he bows and walks away, Amelia following. Her flats clicked on the ground as she entered the street, where many men stopped to stare at her. She looked to the coachman, who helped her into the carriage and began to ride off. When she arrived at the building, the coachman helped her out and kissed her hand, "I will be here when the clock strikes five to pick you up, my lady," Amelia nodded and went inside the grand hall. She went up to a man who was on a bench.

"Excuse me, where it the meeting being held?" Amelia asked softly. The man perked up and instantly directed her down the hall, opening the door for her and bowing. The sounds of shouts could be heard and she took a deep breath, "thank you," she replied as she walked in and he shut the door. When she looked at the noise, she saw mostly older men. She was confused at first before she realized she was in the wrong meeting!

"Ah~ Who is zis?" Napoleon asked as he swept around the meeting hall. He instantly snagged her hand and kissed it, making Amelia shiver.

"A lady doesn't give her name to strangers," Amelia pulled her hand away and narrowed her eyes.

"She is right," a man stood up and walked over to her, "I am Selim III, the sultan of the Ottoman Empire,"

"Paul I, the Tsar of Russia,"

"Fredrick William III, the leader of Prussia,"

"Charles IV, head of Spain,"

One by one, all the men introduced themselves, until they got to one man in particular.

"William Pitt, the one truly in charge of the Great British Empire," Amelia giggled at that notion. Making all the leaders look at her.

"Pitt, the moment I gained my freedom became the moment you 'great empire' became a laughing stock," Amelia cocked a brow and all the men became utterly silent, "ya know, if you didn't spend so much money being petty with France, the colonial taxes wouldn't have happened and my people wouldn't have wanted freedom. I mean, the least you could've done is give us 13 chairs in Parliament, one for each colony. Then maybe this whole war could've been postponed,"

The men all looked at Pitt, who had a look of utter disbelief pasted on his face. Amelia sighed and rubbed her pulsing temple.  Suddenly, laughter began to erupt from the group. Fredrick slapped Napoleon's back as the two went off and Charles IV was trying to stifle his laughter.

The boisterous laughter caused the meeting next door to pause.

"What the bloody hell are they laughing at?" Arthur asked curiously. Many of the nations shrugged before their meeting door opened. Selim III walked in with Amelia, the two giggling. Turkey was obviously shocked at this, not really seeing his boss smile that often.

"You are amazing, Amelia! I have never seen someone confront William in such a manner!" a few of the other bosses came in, laughing as well. Paul the I smiled and waved to the female nation and Napoleon hugged Amelia close. Fredrick William III then took the bosses out of the room, kissing Amelia's temple.

"Jou definetly are an American, never knew another human to do vhat jou did. Keep being zat vay!" he then shut the door. Amelia smiled at the very large group of men with only a very few women. She giggled and waved to the group.

"Well~ Now that your bosses broke the ice, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Amelia Liberty Jones, and I represent America!"

From that moment on their world was forever changed.