Sammie had just dropped Minne off at Canada's house, and she was pissed. How dare America hurt her precious baby? Oh he was in for hell, she wasn't afraid to put him in a hospital. She sprinted towards America and his siblings house, her sweater flying in the wind behind her. She slid to a stop in front of the door, panting heavily. She stalked up to the door, pounding on it.

  America opened it, looking extremely concerned and slightly fearful. He opened his mouth but was stopped by Sammie reaching out to him, clutching his jean jacket in her hands. She glared harshly at him, without saying a word she threw him inside the house, surprising New Zealand and Australia, who looked on from the couch. He tried crawling away but was stopped by Sammie sitting on his abdomen. She clutched her fist, and threw it at his face. Another one came for him, and another. She couldn't stop. She didn't see America anymore, she saw a black figure hurting her Minne, her precious baby. She didn't stop when she felt people tugging at her arms, she didn't stop when she heard him stop screaming and crying. She only stopped when she felt someone wrapped their arms around her waist, raising her off the ground. 

  Blacking out she bit the arms holding her, struggling against them, she wasn't going to be pulled off the bitch that hurt her Minne, he didn't deserve that mercy. She swung her head up, hitting whoever held her in the nose. This got the person to release her, only for her to go back to punching America. 

  Eventually Milk got pulled into the fight, and jumping into action, immediately sent Sammie to a pocket dimension. Where she stayed, for a week. One week without any interaction, so when she felt a hand on her shoulder her immediate instinct was to punch. It was Minne. At the last second she weakened the force, making sure it wouldn't break anything. He flinched back, holding his head in his hands. Sobs racked his body, from being punched and from not seeing Sammie in a week. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into her chest. She shushed him lightly, rocking back and forth. He curled up into her arms, enjoying the time together. 

  He was worried sick. He didn't know the details, all he knew was Sammie went berserk and attacked America and the Soviet Union without warning. Minne had a feeling it had to do with what he told her. She was strong, but even she had weaknesses, too many to count in all honesty.
 
   Sammie got out after another three days, Milk had said she was bringing her to a world meeting so she could prove Sammie wasn't a threat. She had to be on her best behavior, no matter how much she wanted to attack America.

  Pov change

   Sammie and Milk walked into the meeting room, Sammie fiddling with the gun in her pocket. The room went silent when they saw her, obviously considering her a threat. She sneered, looking away. Minne gasped from the table, running towards her. He jumped into her awaiting arms, placing kisses all over her face. She smiled lightly, kissing him back. He put his head on her shoulder, whispering a greeting to her.