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Chapter 7: Returning America stared down into the carton of melting ice cream that she held between her overly warm hands. She pushed her spoon in and out of the slowly melting solid, her stomach churning sickening cartwheels as she stared into the goopy mess. For once in her short existence, well short for a country, food did not appeal to her. It only made her feel that much worse. Sighing, America pulled herself from the couch. She dumped the half melted ice cream in the freezer without putting the lid back on. She made her way back to the couch, dropping back into the spot she'd been for the past two hours. "Maybe I can just go back to

Chapter 6: The Feeling of Betrayal "That's the end of the meeting for today, but we still have issues that we have yet to discuss so be here tomorrow at the same time," Germany instructed, tapping his stack of papers on the table, trying his damndest not to look at America, "Dismissed." Every nation jumped to their feet. Each one immediately entered a state of stretching, groaning and/or rubbing their sore behinds. "Finally done. That meeting was so long," America groaned to no one in particular, stretching her arms above her head, her joints cracking loudly. In her stretch, she gave the room's all too interested occupants a long uninterru

Chapter 4: Counter Spell "I think we finally figured out what the spell was and where the hell are you?! Why weren't you answering your phone? Were you ignoring me?!" came England's outraged voice. "None of your business, that's where. It sure took you long enough though," America snapped, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. She passed an open door into the kitchen, flipping on the light. The coffee maker stood open and ready for her, the coffee left next to it. "Do you have a spell to cure headaches? I've got a raging hangover right now." "Really? Is that where you've been? Off drinking somewhere? Do you know how worried I was about you, you s

Chapter 3: Fun with a Friend America breathes erratically, her chest heaving. The cool prick of a blade pressed into her throat. She shifted, trying to get leverage over the person behind her. The blade pressed closer to her windpipe. She couldn't see the uninvited visitor either. "Don't move unless I tell you too," said a familiar female voice with a heavy Russian accent, "Don't scream either or I'll stab you." She said this matter-of-factly like killing another person meant nothing to her. The female removed her slim hand slowly from America's mouth, but kept the knife in place. "Who are you?" America growled, her voice sounding much mor

Chapter 2: World Meeting "Canada, who is that scrumptious little darling you've brought with you today?" France asked, grinning lecherously as he wrapped his arm around Canada's neck, pulling him into his side. Canada smiled wanly, formulating a believable lie. "Uh, that's Maryland. America asked her to fill in for him because his boss has him doing a lot of stuff today," he explained, grinning too widely, but France was too distracted to notice, staring America up and down. His eyes lingered on her chest and long legs. America leaned against a wall, her blue eyes down cast, only glancing up when someone walked by her. Her breasts were jus

Reborn     "England, you're back!" America cried, running to his side, arms outstretched at his sides like a plane. He jumped over a low brick wall, bounding up to him with a beaming, all too happy smile.     In spite of himself and the day he'd had, he found himself smiling widely back. He reached out a hand, patting the young child on his head, ruffling his dirty blonde hair. "Well, of course I did. I said I'd be back. Who could stay away from such a cheerful smile anyway?" He picked the child up, and hugged him close.     Something, be it intuition or God, told him that this child would one day cause him immeasurable pain that would

German Beer and Dominance     "That's an end to today's world meeting," Germany announced, standing up from his chair slowly. He tapped a stack of papers on the table, straightening them out. "Merry Christmas everyone, see you next time." He started towards the door followed closely by Italy who was chattering on about some subject.     "Hold on, Germany!" America called out, jumping from his chair with a grin, "Its a couple days before Christmas. I say we all get together for a couple drinks."     "I think that's a good idea," Russia interjected, his smile saying he was hoping for something interesting to happen.     Germany stopped