Banshee: Hello~! I have another new story~! I know, I have several more stories still going, but I'm on a MAJOR Hetalia fix right now.. Plus, it'll help me get out of my writer's block.. Don't worry, I'm still working on everything else. This new story features a new OC, Roxanne. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I ownly own my OC and the plot.

Chapter One

Hi. My name is Roxanne Davis. I was born and raised in America, and grew up living right next door to Alfred Jones, who happens to be my best friend since childhood. As far as height goes, I only go up to Alfred's shoulders; a fact the smug burger-eating bastard won't let me forget. My weight is none of your business. My body type? According to Alfred, I am 'smoking hot,' with 'orange-sized boobs.' Yup. That's exactly how he put it. As embarrassing as that was, what made it even worse was the fact that he said that right in front of the other nations. Thanks to that moron, the others can't have a conversation with me without throwing in an orange joke.

I am a redhead. Before you ask, yes, it's my natural hair color. If I had a dollar for every time someone has asked me that, I'd be a millionaire. My hair goes down to my shoulders, and I keep it in a messy ponytail for most of the time so it stays out of my face. My eyes are green, and my skin is lightly tanned.

As far as my personality goes, I am, as Alfred put it, a 'cool chick.' I don't anger easily, and when I do get angry people tell me that I'm as scary as Ivan. For that reason, everyone tries to stay on my good side. People also say that I have the patience of a saint; I would have to be in order to deal with Alfred. I'm afraid of ghosts, and that's a fear that burger-boy always exploits by picking out ghost movies on scary movie night and making the 'boooooo~' noise when it's dark. I am serious about my work, even if I don't like it, which is almost always the case at my current place of employment. I can manage my time well, and always get my work done on time. Despite my seriousness, I do like to have fun; I wouldn't spend a good portion of my time around Alfred if I wasn't a fun person. I love going to amusement parks and playing video games, and I also like going to parties. I'm not much of a drinker, and when I do, I get drunk very easily. According to Alfred, I am an angry drunk. My weakness? Kittens. Tiny, adorable, fuzzy kittens. As far as my appetite goes, I am not a picky eater. I eat everything that is put in front of me; even Arthur's scones, which led everyone to believe that my stomach is made of steel. Who knows? It probably is.

My hobbies are cleaning (believe it or not, you can enjoy cleaning), baking, window shopping, and reading books while listening to orchestra music.

Okay. Introduction's over. Moving on.

"Buongiorno, mia bella rossa~! Time'a to get up~!"

I groaned tiredly as Feliciano jumped on me, whining for me to get up in Italian. Knowing he wouldn't leave me alone until I got out of bed, I did so, pushing him out of my room so I could get ready for work.

I was originally working for Alfred, but he sent me to Germany before either of the wars started. It wasn't that bad. My position required me to learn a bunch of different languages, and German was one of them; I also know a bit of French, Spanish, Chinese, Japanese, Italian and Russian - just a bit, though. I mostly know German, Italian and Japanese thanks to my time with the Axis. I was able to get a job at a library. I work part time there, and I like it because it's quiet, and I get to read some books in my free time. When I'm not at the library, I am working as an assistant for one of the biggest tight-asses in history; a German… named Ludwig Beilschmidt. He's bossy, strict, and always does things 'by the book.' He is a member of the mighty Axis Powers, along with Feliciano Vargas and Kiku Honda - scratch that. They used to be the Axis Powers. The Allies won the war, and after a while everything settled down and all the nations could sit in the same room and behave civilly towards each other… for the most part, anyway. Arthur and Francis still bicker. A lot.

I am Ludwig's live-in assistant, i.e. I live and work in his house. Why, you ask? When Ludwig went off to fight the Allies, he had me watch his house and make sure everything was in order for when he got back. After a while, he had me move all my things from the apartment I was staying at, and I became a permanent guest.

Today was one of those days.. Feliciano was visiting from Italy, as he always does, because Ludwig is his 'migliore amico.'

"Oh mia bella rossa~!" Feliciano called through the door. "Hurry up~! I made a nice'a breakfast especially for you~!"

"What's for breakfast? Pasta?" I joked.

"No, silly. Waffles~!" Said Feliciano in a sing-song voice.

I got dressed in my normal work clothes; a dark red blouse, a black skirt that went down to my knees, black stockings, and black Mary-Jane's. My hair was styled in the usual messy ponytail.

As soon as I opened my door, Feliciano greeted me with his usual hug and kisses on the cheek. I'm not tall like Ludwig so it was easy for him to kiss me.

Breakfast was business as usual in Ludwig's house; no one spoke a word, and all you could hear was the small 'tink!' when the utensils touched the plates, breathing, and the sound of everyone chewing their food. Hell, you could hear a pin drop in this kind of silence. The eerie silence was soon broken, and, of course, the one to break it was Feliciano.

"Vee~, Luddy, what are we going'a to do today?" He asked.

"Zhe same thing ve do every day, Feliciano." Said Ludwig. I was half-expecting him to finish with "Try to take over zhe world!" but instead he said "Go to another conference and listen to everyone whine, complain, and bicker. Business as usual."

"If there's one thing you guys are good at, it's whining and bickering." I said.

"Keep talking like zhat Roxanne and you vill be running laps until your legs give out." Ludwig threatened.

Knowing he was serious, I tied my white napkin to my knife and waved it around in an 'I surrender!' gesture.

Finishing my breakfast quickly, I bid them all farewell and headed off to the library.

…

- At The Library -

…

I was sitting on one of the lounge chairs enjoying a book when one of my fellow librarians walked up to me. Her name was Beatrice. She is a plump German woman, presumably in her sixties, and always wears clothes that are neat and tidy; do all Germans dress like this?

"Roxanne." She said. "Zhere's a call for you."

"Really?" I asked. "From who?"

"A nice young man. Vhat vas his name again? Alphonse?"

"It's Alfred, Beatrice…"

"Oh, zhat's right. Alfred. Sorry, dear. I haven't been able to hear vell lately."

"It's okay. Thanks, Beatrice."

I walked over to the desk, where the phone was lying next to the receiver waiting to be picked up. Picking up the phone, I said, "Hello?"

"Roxy, hey!" Said Alfred.

"Hello Alfred."

"Dude, listen to this. There's this new ghost movie out that's supposed to be, like, totally super scary!"

I could see him jumping up and down and waving his free arm around excitedly as he said that.

"Alright, what is it?" I asked.

"Paranormal Activity!"

Oh great. Another ghost movie.

"You know how much I hate ghosts, Al. I'm not watching it."

"Aw, come on Roxy~!" Alfred whined. "Don't be such a scaredy-cat!"

"I am not a scaredy-cat!"

He started singing "Roxy is a scaredy-cat~!" over and over again, knowing damn well that what would happen. Every time he resorted to taunting me with a childish song, it was only a matter of time until I gave in and did what he wanted me to do.

"All right!" I yelled. "I'll watch the stupid movie.."

"Awesome! I'll be right over! See ya, dude!"

"Jackass.." I grumbled as I hung up the phone.

Wait.. Alfred was coming here? To Germany? How would Ludwig react when he saw his former enemy sitting on his couch and watching TV? Not very well. He'll start yelling in German and kick Alfred out. Again.

I was yanked out of my thoughts when I heard a familiar voice shout from behind me, "OH MIA BELLA ROSSA~!"

Turning around, I saw, none other than, Feliciano Vargas at the library's entrance. He looked as cheery as usual, and was carrying a plastic bowl in his hands.

"Quiet, young man!" One of the librarians hissed. "Zhis is a library!"

"Mi dispiace.." He apologized. When he saw me, he grinned from ear to ear. "Oh! Bella rossa~! There'a you are~!"

"Uh.. Hello Feliciano." I greeted. "What are you doing here?"

"It's lunchtime~!" He chirped. "I brought you'a some pasta~!"

"Grazie, Feli." I said, taking the bowl.

"It's no problem~. Anything for mia bella rossa~."

"Come sei dolce." I said.

"I have'a to go back home to Italy today.." Feliciano said regretfully. "I always hate'a leaving because I don't get to see you or Luddy as much as I used to… you know, during the war…"

"Va bene, Feli." I coaxed, patting him on the shoulder. "Italy's not that far away. You can come back tomorrow, if you want."

His face lit up. "Really?"

"Naturalmente."

Feliciano was in a much better mood now, and we hugged before he left, and the brunette swore that he'd be back tomorrow.

Twenty minutes later, the pasta that Feliciano made for me was long gone and I was back to reading a book; that is, until a loud yell broke the silence.

"YO, ROXY~!"

In the doorway was Alfred. He had a big, goofy grin on his face, and he was waving his arm around like an idiot, like always.

"How the hell did he get here so fast?" I thought.

"SSSHHHH!" The librarian shushed him.

"Oops. Sorry, dude." He said. "Hey Roxy, I'm here. I brought the movie~…"

He held up the DVD, waving it back and forth in front of me.

"Oh joy.." I drawled.

"Come on, hurry up!" Alfred urged, shaking me. "Let's go to Ludwig's so we can watch it! He has a DVD player, right?"

"Yes."

"Awesome!"

…

- Later That Night, In Ludwig's House -

- Normal POV -

…

Ludwig came home exhausted from a very long day of work. It was no surprise that the house was dark and empty. Feliciano had gone home after staying for several days, so it was just him and Roxanne, the latter most likely in bed. He closed the door and locked it after walking in, hanging his coat on the rack.

"Roxanne, I'm home." He called out. When he received no answer, he called out again. "Roxanne? She's probably in bed.."

He took off his shoes and was heading to his room when he heard a strange sound.

SLAM!

"Hm? Vhat is zhat noise?"

It sounded like a door being slammed. The sound was immediately followed by a loud banging.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Vhat zhe hell?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

"Roxanne?" Ludwig exclaimed. "Roxanne, hang on! I'm coming!"

The German ran down the hall frantically, following the sound of the screaming to try and find the source. He followed the sound to the living room, and barged in, screaming at the top of his lungs, "ROXANNE!"

What he found wasn't what he was expecting. At all.

There was his assistant, sitting on the couch with the TV on, the volume on full blast, and the room pitch black. A movie was playing, but the name of the movie didn't matter at the moment. A certain American was sitting beside Roxanne, and the two were huddled together with their arms around each other, cowering in fear of the images on the television screen.

"Oh. Hey Ludwig." Roxanne said.

"'Sup, dude?" Alfred greeted nonchalantly.

"Vhat zhe hell?" Ludwig shrieked. "You're here again?"

"Shh!" Alfred shushed him. "Quiet, dude! It's getting good!"

"Get out of my house, now!"

"But it's scary movie night~!"

"I don't care!" Then Ludwig started yelling in German, "Kommen Sie aus meinem Haus jetzt heraus, oder ich werde meine Pistole bekommen und Ihren Kopf verjagen! Denken Sie nicht, dass ich es nicht tun werde! Ich!"

"Aber Ludwig-" Roxanne objected, but the German cut her off.

"Tun Sie nicht Sie 'aber Ludwig' ich! Ich will diesen Burger essenden Bastard aus meinem Haus!"

"Ganz richtig, fein." The redhead muttered. "Ball-Kumpel.."

"I didn't understand a word of that.." Alfred said.

"He wants you to leave or else he'll shoot your head off."

"Oh, all right.." Alfred got up, pouting. "I guess we can continue the movie some other time…"

"Sure thing. See ya Alfred."

"See ya."

Alfred grabbed the DVD and left, and Roxanne shut the door behind him.

"There. He's gone. Are you happy now?" She said.

"I vould feel better if you veren't bringing your friends into my house all zhe time."

Roxanne huffed. "Feliciano and Alfred are the only people that have been here besides us. Besides, I've told you numerous times about 'scary movie night.'"

"I don't remember you saying anyzhing about a 'scary movie night.'"

The redhead gave him a look. "Oh really?"

…

- Two Days Ago -

…

Ludwig was in his office doing paperwork when Roxanne entered the room.

She cleared her throat.

"Hey, Ludwig." She said.

"Vhat is it, Roxanne?" Ludwig inquired.

"Is it okay if Alfred comes over?" Roxanne asked. "'Scary movie night' is coming up."

The blonde waved it off. "Ja, ja, vhatever." He said. "Just make sure he doesn't make a mess like last time."

…

- Present -

…

"Hm.. It seems you have said somezhing about it.. In zhat case, I apologize for my overreaction."

"You react that way every time." Roxanne pointed out. "Maybe you should start paying attention when I talk to you instead of having your face buried in paperwork."

Now it was Ludwig's turn to give her a look. "I am still your boss, you know."

"Und ich denke noch, dass Gott mich hasst." Roxanne retorted, earning a sharp look from the German.

…

…

Buongiorno: good morning

mia bella rossa: my beautiful redhead

migliore amico: best friend

Mi dispiace: I'm sorry

Come sei dolce: You are so sweet.

Grazie: Thank you

Va bene: It's okay

Naturalmente: Of course

Kommen Sie aus meinem Haus jetzt heraus, oder ich werde meine Pistole bekommen und Ihren Kopf verjagen! Denken Sie nicht, dass ich es nicht tun werde! Ich!: Get out of my house now, or I'll get my gun and blow your head off! Don't think I won't do it! I will!

Aber: but

Tun Sie nicht Sie 'aber Ludwig' ich! Ich will diesen Burger essenden Bastard aus meinem Haus!: Don't you 'but Ludwig' me! I want that burger-eating bastard out of my house!

Ganz richtig, fein: All right, fine

Ball-Kumpel: ball-buster

Und ich denke noch, dass Gott mich hasst: And I still think that God hates me