America, the missing personification of the world of nations. Finding out about the personification at a gala no less....... who would of guessed America had a personification, and a woman one at that. Imagine the surprise on the nations faces at finding out the World Superpower is a female personification! It isn't that woman don't exist but most thought it would be male! [So hi again, probably won't post this ever but if I do HI! I've been on a small writing craze along with reading craze about America not having a personification so why not join 'em? Also, this is basically a crossover between Countryhumans and Hetalia! Hetalia names belong to their creators unless mentioned, state names belong to me and Lectwist's! *This is a series story! Two more will be made unless I change my mind and make more! It's a trilogy currently. Book one: You are here! Book two: "America's little past [2]" Book three: -PENDING-* For those that like my OC Lectwist Island, she'll be in this story but less present as it'll focus more on America and the other countries instead of home. Also her and America didn't marry until the Great Depression here just so I don't confuse you (and myself) as I write this- *HEAVILY inspired by "Mother Amelia" cover art is mine! Sorry for this but I'm using Hetalia so be prepared for confusion if you don't know it! Sorry again-! 1st: Femamerica (October 12, 2024)]

Amelia's been attending the nation meetings lately and now she wishes she never did, they always bore her and she immensely regrets erasing their memories of her telling them about her struggles at home. It wasn't a serious magic she used but just kept the memory hidden which she liked. The reason she regrets this is because they always lay into her for never attending before, staying hidden and for looking like the youngest which they believe she is but it's Russia and his siblings, at least she has her ghosty friends to keep her entertained! A sudden flash and the presentation she zoned out on changed, she snapped back to reality and looked at the screen this time. An image of her past, her history, showed up. This couldn't end well.... can it....? What is she supposed to do in a situation like this? The sudden voice answered for her. [Hello again! This is a series story, this one being book two of the trilogy. *Book one(completed): "America's little secret [1]" Book two: You are here! Book three: -PENDING-* Seeing as it's a trilogy this will be the second to last book I post for this series, I hope you like it and sorry for spelling or grammar mistakes! This will be rated mature, that serves as warning enough for you. My apologies if anything is wrong with the history section of this. I'll be explaining America's past in this story and the history will also be shown, I'll label the chapter with a "TW" if it's a sensitive topic at all. Sorry if anything is wrong!]