My American Oneshot Book

Oneshot 50.2

Continuation of the last oneshot!

This is for you FiorellaTyrell

Triggers: kidnapping

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As years went by, many of the nations had grown to love Amelia. She was often invited to galas and tea parties, but mostly loved the hunting trips and sailing ventures. All the nations formed bonds with her by 1810.

Germany, Switzerland, Denmark, Prussia, Turkey, the Baltics, Iceland, and Norway saw her as their little sister.

England, France, Austria, Hungary, Belgium, Sweden, Finland, and Spain saw her as their daughter.

Liechtenstein, Ukraine, and Belarus saw her as their besties.

Russia began to have feelings for her and often got very protective when they spent time together.

You get it, right?

Anytime Amelia came into a room, she lit up the place with her smile. Her witty humor made many of the nations laugh and her incredible intellect made her a prime woman to talk to. Her and England had kept their bond together and she was always there for him.

One such time was when Princess Amelia had died... This is where this part of her story begins...

Amelia was garbed in a black dress as she accompanied Arthur in the garden. He was weeping at the loss of the princess by the swan pond, Amelia offering her warm embrace for comfort.

"Dad, everything will be ok. She's no longer in pain now and she can watch over her family. I'm always here for you," she smiled as Arthur looked at her, "my awesome Iggy!" she hugged him tightly. Arthur chuckled and embraced her just as tightly, kissing her temple and rubbing her hair.

"At least I still have my own little Princess Amelia," he cupped Amelia's cheek and kissed it, "I love you dear,"

"Love you too, dad,"

Unknown to them the king had overheard everything. King George III had become distraught after losing his youngest child. He remembered sitting next to his Amelia by the very same pond, her pudgy toddler hands splashing joyfully.

"I love you, my little princess,"
"I love you too, papa!"

His sanity began to decline at a rapid pace as more duties piled up. At that point, he snapped. He was stripped of the throne and it was given to his son not even a year later. The former king was getting more senile by the day and it hurt Arthur so much to see such a kind man dissolve into a crazy madman.

Amelia was always there for Arthur though. Even when he burnt her capital to the ground, she held no grudges towards him. She insisted on being there for Arthur, and she was. Amelia was a woman of her word. The year was 1819 when the world meeting was being held in London yet again. The summer air made the nations cranky, but Amelia remained calm. It was a bore except for when Amelia's snazzy remarks and helpful ideas were spoken. Once the meeting was over, Ivan wasted no time in escorting her to the nearest bistro so she could dine with him. The other nations smirked at the two, loving how Ivan finally had a companion and didn't need to bother them.

Ivan and Amelia had finished their meal and he was walking her back to the Inn. That's when it began to rain, Ivan quickly taking his coat off to cover Amelia. He looked around in the dark streets, sighing.

"I will be back, da? I saw horse rentals by the docks, that should help us. Wait here!" Ivan ran off quickly, disappearing in the night. Amelia giggled and stood there, Ivan coat covering her head. Suddenly, a carriage pulled next to her, knocked her out, yanked her inside and sped off. Ivan's coat and one of Amelia's shoes left in the street.

When Ivan returned with a horse and came upon his findings, he began to scream for Amelia. Not knowing that Amelia was now long gone.

Amelia awoke in an unfamiliar chamber, covered in silks and satins from around the world. She looked down and saw she had been dressed in a white gown and her hair was out of its bun, her locks flowing to her midback. The doors began to open, instantly making Amelia grab the candelabra next to the bed. She was about to pounce when Georgie III walked in, making her halt.

"Your lordship! What is the meaning of this! Why have you taken me!" Amelia shouted. He said nothing and walked over to the bed, sitting down and feeling around the sheets. Amelia was confused at first, but upon looking at the ex monarch became very aware of how low he had fallen. King George III was blind and deaf, he was senile old man who was lonely. She felt pity for him, so she took his hand gently and put it to her face. He smiled and scooched closer, hugging Amelia's body closely and rocking her.

"My sweet princess...my little Amelia..." he cooed as he continued to rock Amelia. Her heart panged when she realized that he was talking about his daughter. She hugged him closer, knowing that to argue with a madman is equal to arguing with a brick wall: it will not listen to you nor will it change.

The crazy ex-king kept rocking Amelia for two hours, singing to her and reminiscing. Amelia played along, calling him 'papa' and 'father' to make it seem more convincing. She felt bad for him, despite all that he had done. As the sun began to set, she wondered how long she would be here.

"Papa, does mother know I am here?"

"Nobody knows you are here, only I. My sweet little princess, I do not wish to part with you again. So you will remain a secret, my little secret," Georgie kissed Amelia's temple and tucked her in, "now, it is time for bed. Goodnight, princess," George III felt his way out of the room and locked the door. Amelia looked out the window, knowing she could escape right then and there. But her heart broke at the thought of George III coming in the next morning and finding his little princess gone once more.

So, she laid her head on the lace pillow and began to sleep.

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Let me know if you all want a part 3!