A/N: Hello again, fellow USxUK fans. This time something longer :) I have decided to use my own characters to add to the story, but obviously the main focus will be on Alfred and mostly Arthur, whom I adore.

Love is a character that originated six years ago in a fic "The Challenge", which I wrote for the Fullmetal Alchemist fandom. You can read it if You like, although it is not neccessary to understand this story. Love is simply a goddess of love and desire. Over the years I developed the character of Aphrodite, who has debuted in one of my original short stories, but this is the first fanfic in which she appears.

Read and enjoy :)

Disclaimer: Hetalia, its characters and setting don't belong to me. However, I do own the characters of Love and Ditty.

Chapter One: International Affairs

Aphrodite entered the room, holding a stack of folders in her arms.

"Koi-sama?"

"Yes?" the other woman, the personification of love itself, looked up from her desk. She had long, wavy, red hair and mysterious green eyes. Eyes that seemed to look at you indulgently but at the same time could pierce your very soul.

"I found this in the storage room, it was covered in dust… I think the data is misplaced. The names and nationalities are switched; I just wanted to say that I'll have it fixed soon."

"Names and nationalities?" the catlike eyes sparkled with sudden realization. Love reached for the folders. "Give that to me!"

Having received the papers, she turned over a few of the sheets. Her lips formed a fond smile.

"Why Ditty! You've brought me something really precious!"

"I… I did?" her subordinate, rightfully so, looked utterly confused.

"It's the data from the Hetalia world!"

Aphrodite didn't look any less bewildered than before this explanation. Her superior frowned slightly.

"Have I never taken you to the Hetalia world?"

"I believe you haven't, Koi-sama."

"How come? Granted, I haven't been there for a while myself, but I've certainly visited it a couple of times in the past… Oh, right. Now that I think of it, you've always been on a mission at the time. I'm really sorry, you've missed on some hilarious stuff…"

"Koi-sama," Aphrodite politely cut in. "What is Hetalia?"

"Oh," said Love, and Ditty could see that mischievous smile forming on the face of her superior. "Hetalia is something… really interesting. It's a world where countries are made into people."

"Personification of countries?" Aphrodite's big blue eyes grew even wider. She looked towards the stack of folders with consideration. "So… the data isn't misplaced after all… right?"

"Right. Their primary name is that of their nationality. Human names come after that. The order is right in these papers."

Aphrodite still looked confused, but one could also see the burning curiosity in her beautiful features. Love smiled and decided to indulge her aide. She stood up, gathered the stack of folders into one hand and with the other one she took Ditty's hand.

"Come. I have to check on them anyway."

The conference room buzzed merrily with a multitude of quiet voices. Most of the nations had already settled comfortably in their seats, chatting about recent economical events. Germany waited for everyone to quiet down and as the meeting finally started, no one seemed to have noticed a couple of women, who suddenly appeared in the corner of the room.

"There's a meeting, how sweet," Love shifted the folders from one arm to the other. "You'll be able to see everyone!"

Aphrodite listened to her only partially while her gaze wandered in wonder around the people present at the conference. They looked like any ordinary crowd. Was it really true that they were nations?

"Come on, I'll fill you in," Love seemed to be unusually happy about all this. She opened one of the folders. "So first… that blonde guy who's talking right now. Germany. He seems stern, but he's really sweet on the inside, and see that guy with a curl? No, the other one. That's Italy, his childhood sweetheart, but neither knows about it."

"How come they don't know? Do nations lose their memories or something?"

"Only Germany did. See, he's really the…"

"Objection!" a loud voice interrupted the meeting. A bespectacled young man stood up from his seat and proclaimed: "This plan sucks! But I have a better one, so everyone listen to me and then we'll do as I say!"

Love didn't seem to be bothered by this outburst as she continued describing Italy and Germany's relationship.

"…and so Italy sometimes stays overnight at Germany's house and then he crawls into his bed, you really should see Ludwig's face when he realizes. It never ceases to freak him out. And then one time, on Valentine's Day, I finally grew impatient and I showed Germany his memories from when he and Italy were children, but then I had to go take care of some urgent business and… yeah," she consulted the folder, "I guess not much has happened after that."

She shifted the papers and opened another folder.

"Then there's Italy's brother, Romano. That's the other guy with the curl. He swears so that your ears wither and pretends to be his own person, but there's just one other that he seems to be fond of… Incidentally, that other receives the most curses from him. He's sitting beside him, the guy with the perpetual smile. That's Spain, his former guardian and… and let's leave it at that," Love smiled and Aphrodite didn't have to ask for more details.

As she was describing each nation, Love continued browsing through the data in her hands. She needed to refresh her memory, but then again, no one could expect her to remember every detail about every person she'd ever come in contact with.

"Hungary and Austria. I love them, they're so sweet together. Especially that Elizabeta is the man and Roderich is the woman in this relationship… And Prussia, Hungary's childhood friend… He still has some feelings for her, but I don't think it would've worked out, so…"

"And who is this one?" Aphrodite seemed to have taken a few steps in the meantime, away from her superior and closer to a man with shoulder-length brown hair, who was petting a cat sitting in his lap. Somehow, she felt incredibly drawn to him.

Love smiled at her aide. "I should've expected that. This is Greece, your homeland."

"Greece," Aphrodite came even closer, almost brushing the man's arm in wonder. She could not believe her own eyes. Her country, her homeland, sitting now in front of her with a white cat on his lap?

Then suddenly Greece turned around, like he could feel her presence, and Ditty quickly backed away. She couldn't be discovered. For a while Greece stared in confusion at the exact spot where Aphrodite had been standing just a moment ago, but then he slowly turned back to face the others.

"That was close."

"Be more careful, honey," said Love indulgently, but before she could open another folder, the same loud voice from before drowned out everything else.

"But we could just build a big Transformer-like hero and be done with it!"

"Who is he?" Ditty shifted her attention away from Greece and towards the young, bespectacled man. "He's obnoxiously loud."

"That's America, my dear," Love smiled fondly. "A cute kid, really… and a self-proclaimed hero. He does come across as obnoxious, true, but he means well."

"And his girlfriend? …Boyfriend?" she added as a second thought.

"None, but if we're talking about the person closest to him, that would be England."

She pointed at a blonde man with thick eyebrows, who was suddenly getting redder and redder as his eyes were firmly fixed on America.

"England found and raised America, but then America decided that he wanted independence and broke away from Arthur. England still loves him, though."

"But it's not romantic?"

"No, it's not."

"So shouldn't we leave it for Friendship, then?"

Love grinned. "No, honey. What is going on between the two of them is definitely my territory."

Aphrodite looked at England, whose blush by now seemed to have invented a new shade of burgundy.

"England-san, are you all right?"

Both women and a few of the nations turned to the black-haired man with slim eyes.

"Japan" supplied Love, as England assured the Asian nation of his well-being. "Very nice, but also very quiet."

"And that one?" Aphrodite pointed at a handsome man with long, blonde hair, who was now mocking England and getting yelled at in return.

Love's smile seemed to grow even fonder, in a way that Ditty had seen only on very special occasions.

"That's France. My favorite," she said, and somehow there was a dreamy shade to her voice. "The only one I've ever shown myself to."

"You've shown yourself to France? Why?"

"He's…" Love searched for an appropriate word. "Well, he's special."

Ditty didn't ask. She contemplated the handsome man for a while and then turned to a tall guy with a scarf.

"And him?"

"Oh," Love snapped out of her meditations. "That's Russia, and next to him is his younger sister Belarus, and…" she read the details in her folder and her face dropped. "…and I think I've really screwed things up in here."

The meeting was relatively short, ending after approximately an hour and a half. During that whole time Ditty would curiously read through all the folders and observe the nations' behavior, occasionally asking her superior some questions regarding their relationships. She was especially interested in Germany and Italy and the dynamics of the Spain-Romano duo, but once she'd heard about Japan being Greece's possible love interest, she abandoned other topics and focused solely on her homeland.

After the meeting ended and the nations started flowing out of the room, Love concluded with a heavy sigh:

"There's so much mess in here. I should've come here to clean up a long time ago, really. But then again, international affairs can be so changeable…"

"We can fix some of that now, Koi-sama" offered Aphrodite, very keen on staying longer in this newly discovered world. Her superior smiled her usual, indulgent smile.

"You want an adventure?"

"Very much," Aphrodite looked around the room in search of her target. Unfortunately, Greece had already left and so did Japan, taking the loud America with him. But France was still there. France, with his long hair, manly stubble and the air of a man well aware of his attractiveness. He was bickering with England, the only other nation present in the room now. Ditty thought that even in receiving vicious insults from Arthur Francis was absolutely charming.

Love started to browse through the folders once again. Aphrodite listened to the two nations bicker, until finally France left too, leaving only England, who slowly and meticulously arranged his documents before putting them into his briefcase. It almost looked like he stayed behind on purpose. As England looked around the room, apparently checking if he was alone, Ditty concluded that he probably did.

And then England raised his gaze and fixed it upon Love and her aide. Aphrodite's eyes widened. It was evident that he could see them, but how?

"Who are you?" Arthur asked warily.

Love's red head snapped up and she stared back at England. Then, without saying a word, she searched for his file, opened it and read through the "Trivia" section.

"'Able to see supernatural creatures'," she read out loud in a somewhat flat voice. "Oh. Oh! Yeah… I think France once mentioned something like that… but I forgot."

The two women and the one nation remained silent for a while. Finally England circled the table and came in front of the red-headed woman. To her superior's side, Aphrodite was playing uneasily with one of her luxurious blonde locks.

"Are you really… the goddess of love?" Arthur asked, evidently unsure whether he wasn't making a fool out of himself.

"Of course I am. Did you hear our whole conversation?"

"Most of it," he admitted. "Not the parts when America was speaking, though."

"Oh!" Ditty's face fell, as she realized that during the meeting she had asked some insensitive questions about England as well. "I'm sorry for doubting your relationship skills… and for ridiculing your eyebrows."

"It's fine," he answered as if he were used to hearing such things.

"Did you find any mistakes in our data?" asked Love matter-of-factly. "This info might be pretty outdated."

"Well I don't know," England frowned defensively. "I don't exactly go around and sneak into people's beds." Then he added a little more quietly, as if to himself: "I didn't even know that Germany and Italy had that kind of a relationship."

Love watched him with a strangely sad expression. She closed his folder and sighed.

"England."

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" he frowned again.

"For all those years. You really didn't deserve it."

England didn't answer that, but only looked into her catlike eyes. They locked gazes for a moment and Ditty felt like she was missing a piece of information; like they both knew and understood something without having to put it into words.

"I can help you," Love finally said. "You want me to, right?"

"Well…" he spluttered. "It's not like I came to you to ask that of you or anything…"

"It's decided then," Love turned to her aide. "And you, Ditty, will have your adventure."

Aphrodite looked from her superior to England, who looked unsure, but at the same time a bit relieved. She beamed at him and jumped with joy.

"Yay! I'm going to London!"

A/N: I hope You like both Love and Ditty, because they will be present in all the subsequent chapters.

I will update as soon as I have written the second chapter.

Please review!