I don't own Hetalia.

Sorry that this chapter is just introductions, but everyone shown or mentioned so far will be important. The characters with the most focus are Arthur, Ludwig and Kiku, which why their pieces are longer.

Arthur Kirkland couldn't believe he was in this situation. What had he done that could possibly give him karma so bad that he had to endure this? He made a mental note to, if he escaped, become a better person, and never do anything even slightly mean every again. Every single second felt like an hour of agony, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could last. He just wanted it to end.

Whose idea was it to make him babysit Feliciano?

"Arthur, what kind of pasta do you like best? I can never decide!"

Arthur was wrenched out of his trance by the energetic young man asking him yet another pasta related question. His brain started working at a super speed, attempting to think of an answer that wouldn't set the Italian off on a pasta rant.

Eventually, he settled on, "Um...I don't have one?"

"I see! Me too! I mean, there are so many different types, and they all have their own unique qualities!"

Arthur promptly zoomed out from the Italians ramblings comparing capellini and mafaldine (whose idea was it to have so many types of the food, anyway? Surely just having the normal spaghetti was fine?), and focused on more important things, like wondering how much longer it would be until Ludwig and Kiku returned with the shopping. Surely they couldn't be more than half an hour, right?

"Kiku..." Ludwig sighed "You know you have to be careful with your salt intake. You should only have a couple of the things from this aisle, and I don't think it's a good idea to buy pickled sashimi." His black haired companion turned to look at him with a grief stricken expression on his face. After a few seconds of not responding, he adopted his usual mask of indifference. Looking away from the blond, he started to mutter under his breath about injustices.

"Kiku, would you rather have the food or die?" Kiku swallowed, and looked like he was deep in thought. Ludwig ruled his eyes. "I'll get back to you" he muttered, and left his friend to find his choice of ingredients. Kiku would always get very worked up over food, but was otherwise the calmest person he knew. He looked down at the list of food. All that was left was beer, potatoes, and some pork. He frowned. Tomorrow was an important day for him, but he doubted anyone would remember it.

His first memory was of waking up in the hospital, with Gilbert sitting beside him. He was eternally grateful to the man for taking him in, when he had just found him unconscious on the ground. It would be the 10 year anniversary of that moment.

He smiled again. Even if no one else remembered, he was sure that he would at least get a call from his brother. And some beer.

He was snapped out of his daze when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. It was a text from Peter, asking if he knew where Arthur was. Apparently Charlotte was spending the day with her older brother, and couldn't play with him. Ludwig typed out his reply, telling him that Arthur was looking after Feliciano, and went back to shopping, assuming that both Kiku and Peter could look after themselves. After all, what's the worst that could happen?

Kiku was still in a daze after being reminded that he could only a small amount of salty food for a while. He was only snapped out of it when two hands went over his eyes. "Guess who!" A familiar voice rang out.

"Antonio...what are you doing?"

The hands removed themselves so that Kiku could see the grinning Spaniard's face up in front of his own. His friend laughed, and replied "me and Tino found this super cool game going cheap, and we were wondering if you'd like to come play it with us!"

Tino, who had just suddenly appeared from the side of Kiku smiled, and continued for Antonio "Apparently it's been loved by critics, and has been called the best game in the world."

Kiku sighed "just because it's been called the best game in the world doesn't mean it is-" he caught a glimpse of the package, and was silenced. It was a game he had been trying to find for over a year. The fact that it was possible to just stumble across it just astounded him. Come to think of it, so did the fact that they were offering him the chance to play it with them. Normally they just lend a game to him, knowing that he preferred to play alone. 'It might be nice to play a game while in the same room as the people I'm talking to for a change' he thought.

Antonio took the silence as a sign that Kiku didn't want to. "You don't want to?! This is a super cool game!"

To Tino, it seemed that Kiku had a small sparkle in his eye when he spoke next, but it could've been his imagination.

"Antonio, just because I hesitate, it does not mean that I don't to play it. I have been looking for that game for over a year. If you do not allow me to play with it, I shall lock you in a room with only the rats for company". He sounded dead-serious.

"What?! For real?! You really wanna play it?! We gotta get going as soon as possible, it'll be really good I bet!" Antonio started to drag his Japanese friend away to the exit cheerfully, unaffected by the threat on his sanity, while Tino followed them both, worried that Kiku's clothes could get ripped.

"Waiter! I wanna place my order now! Waiter! Get ya butt over her now!"

"I'll be there as soon as I can!" Yao Wang rushed to the table as quickly as he could while still balancing three plates on his arms. Sometimes he hated his job. Why did he have to choose to work in a crappy Chinese Restaurant? Ok, so he knew the answer really. But it wasn't his fault that he liked the smell of the food being made, or always hoped that he would able to take some home, and avoid having to cook and clean up in the evening. But unluckily for him, that rarely happened. He had made the mental note to leave a while ago, but never got around to it. Oh well. At least the pay was decent.

Matthew Williams sat on a swing, rocking gently and clutching his toy polar bear. He had no idea why, but he felt something akin to dread at the moment. It was strange, since nothing had happened to him in the past month for him to be worried. He decided to try and ignore it, and just hugged his toy more.

It took me too long to make this. Review to tell me how to improve, and whether you hated it or not.