Author note: If I owned Hetalia, I wouldn't be writing fanfic. :)

Warnings: OC's, Fluff

I walked into Mr. Vargas's room. AWWWWW! He's so cute when he's asleep!

"Mr. Vargas?" I shook him gently, "Mr. Vargas? It's time to get up. Your brother is coming back today. Don't you want to bake him some pasta for him to eat when he gets here?" That got him up. Having been working for him for ten years, I know him really well.

"Veee? Romano is coming today? YAY!" he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

I pulled him out of bed and helped him get dressed.

"I'm so lucky that I have you Angelica! What would I do without you?" he asked.

"You would be lying in bed, dirty, hungry, in you're pajamas, and you would have no contact with the outside world. Now lift up your arms so that I can put your shirt on."

After getting him dressed, I pulled him down the stairs and sat him at the grand table of his family estate. It was loaded with his favorite foods, as it was every day.

I sat down at the table, but didn't eat anything. I would eat later, with the maids and cooks. Opening up my laptop, I pulled up a simplified version of his schedule for the week.

He stared at the screen, then at me. I sighed.

"The colors have meanings. The red means urgent, the blue means can be postponed, green means free time. Got it?" I explained.

Feliciano Vargas looked at me. "That's a lot of red."

"I know. That's why we have to get working!" I said brightly.

As he nodded and walked away to go get ready for his brother, I sighed. Sometimes, it felt like I was the one running Italy. Mr. Vargas could be so unhelpful sometimes.

I remember when I first arrived at the Vargas estate…

FLASHBACK….

The door. It looked so big next to my tiny 13-year-old hands. I gulped down my nervousness, lifted the door's knocker slowly, and winced as it hit the door with a boom.

I repeated the action three more times for good measure, and prepared myself to look older, smarter, and more confident than I really was. My family really needed the money at the time, and I couldn't afford to lose this job. In my country, it was legal, and normal, for a poor, thirteen year old girl to get an interning and assisting job for a rich family if they were smart enough to handle it.

I was thinking about what if I had just passed my interning exams on luck alone, when the door swung open and knocked me off my feet because I had been standing too close.

"HELLO! Are you my new- EEP! I killed her! Veee! Help! It was an accident!" I heard a young man's voice in pure panic.

I groaned. "Never mind. I'm fine. Hello. My name is Angelica. I was sent to this address to be employed by a Mr. Vargas. May I speak to him?"

He looked at me for a while with a confused look, then answered. "Yes…?

I figured he was just really stupid or something. This young boy couldn't be the head of the estate. He didn't look even sixteen.

"Uh, are you going to take me to him, or do I have to find him myself." I was getting tired of waiting.

"OH! You don't understand!" he laughed, seemingly just realizing something, "I am Mr. Feliciano Vargas. I have a brother named Lovino Vargas though. It's nice to meet you! My friend Ludwig came over and taught me eticuwite so I would be ready to meet you." He seemed pretty proud of that, although he struggled with the word etiquette.

I was confused, but decided to go with it. "Alright then. I hope I can be of good service to you and if you should ever need…"

He cut me off with a tight hug. NONE of my training had told me anything about this.

I slowly got him off of me. I decided I better get right to the point, so I led him inside.

He saw what I was doing, and got serious. "Do you know about me?"

"Yes."

"How much?"

I responded, even though this topic made my head spin, "You and about 160 or more other people are humanizations of the nations and provinces of the world. You represent North Italy, and are almost 2671 years old. You can't die, unless your country falls. I will be in charge of keeping you in check."

He clapped. "OH GOOD. You DO know everything. I don't have to explain then."

Having grown up in northern Italy, I was kind of scared to think of my homeland of a scatterbrained, emotional, young man.

"So, um, what do you need me for?" I asked.

He turned with a smile, "I've needed an assistant for a long time. Everything."

FLASHBACK ENDS….

DING DONG! DING DONG! The doorbell screamed at me from the front foyer where I was skyping with the American assistant about the current tensions of the world. And gossip. A couple years ago when I went to America for a year with Mr. Vargas, I meet Alfred, the American representative. We became good friends, but there were a lot of rumors about us still.

"Hey, I've got to go. Mr. Lovino is coming today. Tell Alfred I say hi." I closed the laptop on my friend, and opened the front door.

"Well, it's about time. I thought I was gonna die of heat stroke out here." Lovino grumbled, pushing his way into his brother's house.

"Welcome back Mr. Vargas. I think your brother was missing you. You haven't been here in more than two weeks. It was far too quiet around here without you." I teased him.

He smiled. He always had a soft spot for me. Probably because I am able to make his brother be less annoying.

"I missed this place too, Angelica. My hotel wasn't nearly as fun as it is here." He had been on a business trip to South America for a couple of weeks.

"MR. VARGAS! YOUR BROTHER IS HERE!" I yelled up the stairs to the kitchens, where I knew he was cooking.

"VEEE! YAY! ROMANO!" He flew down the stairs and pulled South Italy into a huge hug.

"Let go of me you idiot! It's not like I died or something." He blushed, shoving away Feliciano, "Between you and that Spanish idiot, I can't believe I haven't been smothered to death with love yet. It was only two weeks." Making a reference to Spain was a common thing in this household. Antonio was one of the frequent visitors of the Vargas estate as well as Ludwig, the German rep.

I sighed looking at the two brothers. My own family had been killed a horrible epidemic that hit our village five years ago. Mr. Vargas had been kind enough to offer me a home for the rest of my days that I needed one.

I walked back to the foyer and sat down on the couch again. Pulling up the power point I had been working on for the International World Meeting next month. I sighed and looked out the window. It was such a nice day. Maybe this could wait… I hadn't had a good time in a while… Lovino just got back….

I made my decision and went to put on my swimsuit.