N/A: I am sorry. I have started to get better about updating by posting a new chapter to something every Monday. However, last Monday I forgot. And this Monday I almost forgot until four hours ago. So I decided to bang out a chapter an get it posted. Sorry that it's a bit shorter than all the rest. I'll try to make a longer one next time.

Chapter 5: The Empire Who Stole All Vital Regions

Wrinkled and prunned hands moved water in the sink, producing a repetitive sloosh. After minute or so the hands would rise from the warm liquid with a clean plate. They would stack it on a drying rack to the left of the sink before plunging themselves back into the water to go through the same system again.

Amelia was the only person left in the large kitchen. At first, the maid were very skeptical and kept a watchful eye on her. However, the maids, happy to retire early for once, left the girl to finish cleaning the massive amount of dishes left from dinner. Amelia didn't really mind. She was used to staying up late to do menial labor. Perhaps it was just a linguring habit. But something inside Amelia whispered blasphonmas words, telling her that she wasn't actually free. It gave her the misconception that this day was a dream, something concocted from some silly story Hana read from her manga.

She shook her head, dispelling the thought from her head and returned to the task at hand. Making small, dilliberate circles onto a plate. She didn't notice or hear Gilbert as he snuck into the kitchen. He sneaked his way around the kitchen to stand directly behind her. I glanced at himself in the window, smirking a bit before grabbing the girl around the waist and lifting her above him head.

She squeeked like a mouse. The plate in her hands dropped, clattering to the bottom of the sink. As she was being picked up, she felt her back bend painfully backwards and, instictually, she brought her knees to her chin and curled her arms into her sides. Gilbert, not planning for Amelia's reaction, felt her slip through his hands. He grunted in effort, quickly clenching the seams of her clothing and lowered her to the ground.

Once Amelia's feet connected to the ground, she spun around to kick her 'attacker.' However, when her leg collided with the body it felt as if she had just kicked the trunk of a fully grown oak tree. But, instead of falling to te groud in pain, Amelia quickly replanted her leg backed up into a defensive stance. It took her a few moments of guarded standing before she realized her attacker wasn't moving to attack. Then, it took her a few more moments to realize her attacker was just standing at her with no intention of hurt her, but looking at her with a compilation of shock and intrege written on his face.

"Gilbert!" Amelia chidded after finally recognizing the assailant.

"Vere did you learn to vight?" His voice was laced with awe.

Amelia looked down. "My father taught me, before her died."

"No vay!" Gilbert fist pumped the air. "And ze new vuler gets even awesomer! Not az awesome as me, but you getting their little vogel!" Amelia looked at him in silent contemplation before walking passed him and returning to the dishes. Gilbert sighed and moved to lean his side against the counter top next to Amelia. Amelia's hands quickly refound the pattern of her task and her mind drifted off. She thought about the men that had saved her. The perdicament she found herself in was unusual. If she was to believe their claims, each of the people in the house, except for the staff, were human personification of countries. Even though the possibility was slim to none, she was still obliged to believe them.

And they didn't seem so bad, even if they projected every stereotype of the different cultures, she saw that they each had their strengths.

"You know, it'z awesome zat Vest vound you!" Gilbert's statement pulled Amelia from her thoughts.

The strange name caught Amelia's attention. "Vest?"

"Yes, Vest." Gilbert looked at Amelia as if he couldn't believe that she had no idea who he was meaning. "Ludvig. Germany."

"Oh." Amelia said. "Why do you call him 'Vest?'"

"Vell, it's not veally Vest. It's like 'Westen.'" Gilbert clarifed.

"Okay. Then why do you call him West?"

Gilbert shrugged. "Because, vor a vile, ve vere ze zame country, back in Vorld Var Two. Zere vas two territories, East Germany and Vest Germany, vespectively."

"So you and Ludwig are twins?"

"Twins? No. I am much older zan my Bruder." Gilbert chortled.

"Really? Older? I don't understand." Amelia frowned.

"I vaised Germany. At one point he vas one of my many territories. I controlled much ov Europe back in ze twelve hundreds."

"How?"

"How? Because I am ze awesome Prussia, zat's how!" Gilbert declared. "I over came mountains, I dug valleys! I was ze first Reich! I vas-" Prussia's words paused in his throat when he saw the look on Amelia's face. Her body was clutching the marble sink, in an attempt to keep her balance, but her head was turned completely to him. She looked like he had just told her he had ran over her ten year old dog in the driveway.

"So your telling me that your Prussia?" Amelia completely turned to him and advanced forward towards him.

"Ja." Prussia murmered, moving backwards, away from the girl with the crazy look.
"Don't you think that information was important earlier?"

"Earlier?"

"Ja, like als wir uns kemmemlernten?"

"Wahrscheinlic." Prussia gulped when he came into contact with the wall.

"Ja, probably." Amelia got right infront of him, leaving no space between their bodies. Their faces were inches apart, and for the first time Prussia got the full onslaught of his own bodylines' eyes glaring at him. Now he understood how people thought he was creepy. He shivered and vowed silently to use it twice as much.

Amelia broke eye contact to bury her face into the crook of Prussia's neck, bringing her arms around his body. Prussia, unused to such contact, was hesitant to move, but slowly, he moved his own arms around his to-be-appointed soovereignty. At first, Amelia stiffened at his movement, but when she realized he was hugging her back, tightened her hold.

"I," Overcome with emotion, Amelia unlatched herself from Prussia and took a step back. Prussia, feeling her pull away from him, allowed her to leave his embrace. He looked at her blushing face and smirked, making Amelia blush more. "I'm sorry. I'm just so happy to finally know who you are." She muttered, looking at the floor.

"Vell, ze awesome Prussia is me. And I am awesome! So of course I deserve an awesome rezponze!" Prussia took a pose. "And ze awesome me needs an awesome vuler! Ov courze zat vill be you. And together ve vill take ze vital vegions vrom all countires!"

"V-vital regions?" Amelia sounded shocked.

Prussia nodded enthusiatically. "Ov courze."

XXX

"So, dude, what are we gonna do?" America dug through a stack of burgers on the armchair table next to him, procured a package, ripped the paper off, and devoired the greasy food.

"I-," Germany began, trying to come up with an answer. "I don't know."

The countries were silent. Many of them were somewhat shocked Germany couldn't come up with a plausable plan for the girl.

"I think we need to keep them seperated." England spoke up. He was sitting on one of the couches, legs and arms crossed and leaning back into the couches' cushion.

"Nein." Germany said sternly. "I vill not allow zat."

"Why?" England whinned. "You were there when Prussia was a douchebag! He tried to take over all of Europe!"

"Yes, I know." Germany glared at England. "But zat's like asking you to never see Elisabeth again."

England's eyes widened. "I couldn't do that. She's like a sister to me! It's like taking away family!"

"I know zat! Ve all know zat! Ve all have a bond vith vulers."

"Except me!" America proclaimed around his food.

"Of course, you twat!" England seathed. "You don't possess a royal bloodline!"

"Nope! I'm not weighed down by your sentimental crap!"

"I'm not eizer!" Russia's voice giggled. "I killed mine a long time ago! I'm just like America."

"Not on your life commie!" America growled.

"Anyvay." Germany continued, turning back to England. "I vill not seperate zem. It's vong."

"I know it's wrong, but Prussia's already ben given alot of chances. I don't think the world would be safe with a narcastic country and a clinically depressed adolescent queen."

"I agree with England on zis." China raised a red sleeve covered hand. "I don't zink your brozer is healthy in ze head."

Germany sighed. "I don't zink he iz eizer. But listen to zis. I zink he somehow knew about the bloodline aspect of being a country. Or, I don't zink he knew, but he vas lacking zomezing. Ven ever he vent into public, he vould be looking avound. It can't be a coincident."

"Dude, that's erie."America looked shocked that such an accurance was possible.

XXX

"Alright, I agree to help." Amelia smiled. "What can it hurt?"

"Probably nozing!" Prussia laughed. "Now ve just need to initiate you."