Mother Amelia

Galas and Gowns

Finally, the day had arrived. The day that Amelia had been so excited for. That night would be her first formal event with those like herself, her first nation gala. All the nations were extremely excited for the night of dancing and polite conversation to begin. When Amelia walked into the dining room in her lose silk pajamas, well, a lot of nations gave her a wink.

It made Canada get extremely territorial over her, so he kept her close. Ivan also uttered a low growling noise from his jowls, daring anyone to look at her with perverse thoughts in mind. Amelia found it endearing how the two felt so possessive of her.

Breakfast was rather small, giving that the gala served a massive twelve-course meal. Just simple cups of coffee and lightly scrambled eggs with a side of fruit. One of the butlers handed off the menu selection to each nation with a pen, letting them choose what they desired.

"Ms. Amelia, have you decided on your courses?" Lithuania asked as he looked to his menu. He had gotten a good feeling around her since the second day. He figured it was because she was able to tame the mighty beast he called Russia.

Amelia nodded and placed her sheet on a silver platter, politely nodding the butler. She licked her lips when she went over the list, slowly eating her eggs.

~Menu~

Hors D'Oeuvre - bruschetta with olive tapenade and mushrooms
Amuse-Bouche - smoked salmon with ricotta on pita
Soup - lobster bisque
Appetizer - honey and mint lamb skewer
Salad - fresh garden with feta and pomegranate vinaigrette
Fish - pan-seared halibut
First Main - lobster linguini in butter sauce
Palette Cleanser - sorbet
Second Main - prime rib with asparagus and mashed potato
Cheese Course
Dessert - limoncello angel cake
Mignardise - tiramisu

After breakfast was finished, Amelia was immediately caught in the arms of an absolutely ecstatic Seychelles.

"All the girls and I are going to the mineral spa for a relaxing soak and mani-pedis! Please join us!" Amelia chuckled and nodded, finding herself be pulled away towards the other female nations.

"There is something special about her," Latvia said aloud, a few countries nodding in agreement.

Amelia stripped down, being fully nude around the other females for the first time. A few of her scars showed boldly, making Amelia blush. But, no other woman made fun of her. In fact, they all took her into a huge hug.

"Amelia, if you don't mind sharing, what is zat scar from?" Lilli asked, pointing to a rather dark splotch on her back.

"That one is from the Las Vegas Massacre, it was pretty big news when it happened," Amelia replied sadly.

"Las Vegas Massacre?" Natalia asked. Vietnam and Hungary were all ears now, as was basically everyone in the room. Amelia sighed and took a deep breath.

"I was there on a small vacation away from my kids, a friend of mine was watching them. There was a music festival and I was finally able to convince my boss to let me go. I was just hanging out with a few concert goers when the first shots rang out,"

Amelia sipped her Coke happily as two younger concert goers were dancing with a elder man, whom Amelia presumed to be the father. An older guy walked up to her, smiling and asking her to dance. Amelia chuckled and rolled her eyes, taking his hand before they walked out to the center of the field.

Amelia was having a grand ol' time, laughing with the mystery boy who she learned was named Drew. They were really enjoying themselves when Amelia went rigid.