Since I've got another extremely must-be-written idea, I'm gonna try to finish this chaptered story as soon as possible, while not making it a FAYUL. (Sorry...I've been watching too much =3 equals three).

So here we go, chappie three!

Discaimer: Nope.

Chapter 3: Exposed

America wanted to facepalm.

He wanted to shove all three of them (yes, even Japan) off of his doorstep before they saw Abigail. I mean, what could he tell them? That she was his long-lost twin sister? That she was a part of some messed up government experiment? God, he was screwed big time.

"Uh, hi...Lizzy, Francis, Kiku," America waved. The four sat there for a while before France decided to pipe up.

"Um, aren't you going to let us in, Amerique?" America scowled, then brightened up.

"Wait out here for like two seconds!" America announced curtly, slamming the door in their faces and running back into the house. He grabbed Abigail by the arms. "Dude, you've gotta hide," he whispered frantically. She blinked.

"What? What's going on?" she asked.

"Seriously?" Alfred paused for a moment. "Elizaveta, Kiku, and Francis are outside right not and if they find you-"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait!" Abigail held her hands up in the air in protest. "You mean...uh...let's see...Francesca, Eric, and..." Alfred broke her list.

"Yes! Them, them," he said frantically, peering towards the door every few seconds.

Abigail's mind took a moment to register this. "Oh good Lord."

"Yeah, so now that you know the gravity of the situation-hide!" he ordered, and this time, she did as demanded of her, running off somewhere. After all, this was her house-it just had a man living in it now instead of a woman. She ran and ran until she came to the Storage Room. She shrugged, opened the door, and closed it, hiding behind one of the many cardboard boxes.

She just hoped she was well-hidden enough.

~Circumstances and Tsunderes~

America came back to the door and reopened it.

"Ah, hi, guys! Sorry about that, last minute cleaning and all that jazz," he laughed, scratching the back of his head. "When did we schedule this appointment?"

"A week ago. You forgot?" Hungary stated flatly, pushing past him and settling herself down in the living room. Japan and France soon followed suit. America sighed. Just play it cool, dude, he thought to himself.

He went to close the door, when France stopped him.

"Attendre, Amerique!" he said, grabbing hold of the door before America could close it. "We dragged one more person along with us. Like, literally...dragged." He made dragging motions with his hands, and America chuckled.

"That's cool." Crap. Crap, crap, crap! "Who-?"

"You bloody assholes! Why'd you have to drag me here with you?" America blinked, and then immediately followed the sound of that voice. It was like instinct.

France smirked at America's back. "Oops. Looks like he's woken up."

Arthur hauled the backpack onto his back and looked up. Alfred was running towards him, and all of a sudden he was wrapped in a huge bear hug. Arthur flushed red.

"What the hell? Get off me!"

Alfred gasped and let go. His hands still held Arthur's arms, however.

"God, what are you doing here? I just got off the phone with you," he told the British nation, and smiled brilliantly. "Did'ja miss me? Did ya?"

Arthur's blush grew. "Of course not. France just knocked me out and dragged me along for this little road trip of his."

At the sound of his name, France came out of America's house and waved. He had somehow already raided America's wine cabinet and had a wine glass filled with red wine perched in his hand. "Morning, mon ami!"

"I'm not your friend, frog."

"You wound me, Angleterre! Oi, Elizaveta and Kiku are playing the Wii at the moment! Would you like to join them?"

"Like hell," England deadpanned. He turned back to America.

"He can't keep his attention to anyone but Ameria for more than a minute," France noted cheerfully, taking care that England didn't hear him.

"You said you couldn't come for Christmas. Why?" Arthur demanded, and, flushed, shook Alfred's hands off of his arms.

"I'm...busy," the American nation retorted. The British nation paused, and then sighed, scratching the back of his head.

"Very well then," he answered. "I know that cannot be the actual answer, but I won't bother you about it."

Alfred smiled, albeit sadly. "Thanks. Lets, uh...go in, yeah?"

Arthur smiled back. "Okay."

~Circumstances and Tsunderes~

Abigail stood up, brushed the dust off of herself, and looked outside the door. She could still hear laughing and screaming, but she thought she could make it to her-er, his-study.

She padded down the hallway, extremely quietly. She turned a few corners, and then-

Smash!

Abigail had run straight into Tony, and apparently, he had knocked over a nearby bookshelf. Shit, she thought. Not this again. Stupid male Tonya.

"Not my fault," Tony retorted. He couldn't find it in himself to hate her, because...this was America. Sure, she was female...but she was America.

Suddenly, Tony's incredibly huge eyes widened just a bit larger. "Better turn around, America."

So she did.

And five either confused, shocked, or extremely excited faces were staring at her. Alfred was doing a facepalm. She smiled weakly.

"Ahahahahaha!" she laughed, scratching the back of her head.

"Uh, being the heroine and all...I should probably explain."

Circumstances and Tsunderes~

Sucky chapter is sucky.

But who thinks Alice/Fem!England should come in at some point? I don't know if she should, or if it would screw up the whole story plot.

Your opinions, O cherished followers? :D

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