Title: America's Strange need to cling to people during Meetings

Warnings for this chapter: A lot

Pairings for this chapter: Femerica/Greece OR Amelia/Hercules

warning: this may cause an unending nosebleed which will result in massive blood loss. view discretion is advised

(PS- Yah... I wanted to write something about the Greek gods and Native American gods... I apologize if your Atheist...)

During Something...

CHAPTER 16: Heracles and Hebe

Amelia practically skipped off the plane towards the doors of the airport. She was so excited to see Greece! Okay it was mostly because her boss wants her to start making friends with other nations so they could get pity money, but still!

Amelia found Greece easily, the handsome man covered in stray cats and holding up a sign saying 'Welcome America' stood out from the pedestrians like a gumball in a bowl of cheetos. "Hi Herc!" She smiled brightly up at him and waved excitedly.

Hercules blinked and set one of his hands on her strawberry blonde head and messed up her hair leisurely, making the younger laugh. "Empros Ameriki. How are you doing?" His tone was slightly deeper than normal, seeing as he had just had his nap.

"Fine~! What are we gonna do today?" Much like a child, Amelia started bouncing from one foot to the other beaming up at the older. Her child-like mind had gotten his citizens attention, he noted. Indeed the pedestrians around them had lingering eyes on the two, wondering why a young girl was jumping around an obviously much older man who had cats hanging off of his shoulders.

"We are going to the Petrino in Athens, and then we are going to visit the Athens National Archaeological Museum." He replied steadily, observing the younger's expression, interested.

"'Kay! Sounds fun!" Amelia smiled brightly at him while picking up a dark brown cat that had previously been clinging to his pant-leg. Greece blinked before grabbing the lone suitcase that was next to her and carried it with ease to his car*.

~*~*~*~Magical fast forward~*~*~*~

Amelia was sitting on a rock. Well to her it was a rock. She was surprised at the amount of cats that were around the ruins.

The day had gone by quickly, first getting lunch that were very healthy, but surprisingly not bad (of course this was healthy in Americas eyes so...), and now Hercules and Amelia were lounging around on Greece's mom's place.

Amelia sat up on the rock, her large amount of energy not letting her stay still for long, and looked down to where Greece was sleeping. The older had two cats on his chest, and one that was on his legs. America wondered how he could sleep with so much weight on his chest, before figuring he must be used to it.

Amelia moved from her spot on the tall rock (she had no idea how Greece had gotten her up there in the first place), and dangled from the edge before jumping down on the dirt. Hercules was still asleep. So, America found a long brown stick and hide behind a rock that was close to the older nation, and reached out and tapped him on the nose with the stick before hiding.

When she noticed Greece hadn't moved, she poked him again. And again. And again. And again. Finally the brunette shifted a little so Amelia dashed back behind the rock, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle her giggles. Once she heard Hercules stop moving, she moved back to poke him again, only to see Greece was gone!

America cocked her head in confusion and looked around the spot. "Where did he go?" The second she said that she felt strong arms wrap around her stomach. Amelia struggled against the man (she guessed, since she doubted that women in Greece had large muscled arms unless there was a scary grandmother around here.).

America reached her arms to grip behind the mans head to flip him into the grassy area in front of her, but heard a somewhat familiar voice stop her. "Why did you poke me?"

Hercules did not relish his hold on her. Amelia pouted. "Grreeeeccee! Lemme go!" She started trying to pull his arms off of her, but he was bigger than her, making it hard to grip his arm.

America started whining, much like a child would. "Duuuudddee! Not cool! Lemme goooo!" She started twisting and turning, trying to get her arms in the circle his limbs made so she could slip out of his hold.

Hercules wasn't concerned with stopping her. Instead he walked over to the grass in front of them (with Amelia still trying to escape) and sat her down on the grass before laying down next to her.

America blinked when she found her arms and body were free, and looked next to her where Greece was laying. She started prodding his forehead with her fingers, poking him before Hercules snatched her hand with his own much larger one and held them to his chest.

Amelia blinked again and scooted herself closer to Greece so her arm wasn't cramped. 'Is he asleep again? How is that possible?' She thought, staring at Hercules face. He looked asleep... Was he?

America leaned closer to Greece's face, looking for signs of blinking. "...Herc?... Are you asleep?" Hercules lazily opened one of his eyes. "No... I'm not." He said leisurely. The strawberry blonde cocked her head at him. "The Sandman must be really fond of you dude."

"...Hebe must be fond of you... dude." He replied slowly. Amelia giggled at the sound of the word she's so fond of coming out of Hercules mouth. She moved her head to rest on the Greek's stomach, before looking at him confused. "Who's Hebe?"

"Hebe is the goddess of youth. She is the daughter of Zeus and Hera, mother of Alexiares and Anicetus, and wife of Heracles." Greece told her. America hummed, creating a vibration on his stomach.

"So I'm like Hebe?" She asked him innocently. He nodded. "... Your name is Hercules..." Greece made a noise that sounded like 'uh-huh'.

"...So... I'm like your wife?" Hercules blinked. He didn't know she was going to say that. "... No... Heracles is the son of Zeus and Hera, as well as a god... I'm not a god..." Greece explained to her. Amelia hummed again.

"You look like one." Her comment was flattering, really. He knew he was attractive, but to be called a god? "...So do you." He wasn't lying. She was quite pretty. With her cerulean eyes, slightly-tan skin and golden-hair. She was every man's dream, and he was considering her being Psyche in disguise.

"Thanks~!" Amelia squeaked, her face a bright red. She hugged his middle and hid her face in his shirt. Greece blinked, and started to fall asleep, content with the position they were in, considering he had been in this position many times.

...America fell asleep before he did...

Ughhh... so llooonnnngggggggg!