Chapter 1

Hi, my name is Violet. I am a 20 year old college student. I have black hair with purple tips, cut in a reverse wedge. I'm short, about 5 feet 4 inches. I have an average body type, except for abnormally large boobs (I have no idea where they came from, nor do I care to find out). I have no purpose in life, and I didn't think I ever would, until I met a very special person. Here's what went down.

I stepped out of my apartment in New York. The cool October air filled my lungs as I sighed.

"Where should I eat tonight?" I asked myself. I looked in my phone for local places to eat. There was a little Italian place just up the street.

"Pasta sounds good." I said, again to myself. Another lonely night, that's the life of a college student. I walked down the street and strolled into the small restaurant. The waiter walked over and I ordered the spaghetti. When my food arrived, I stared at the plate with utter despair. The portion was huge. I ended up only getting through about half of the plate. After deciding not to stuff my face with a desert, I walked out of the restaurant with my leftovers in hand. Why not save them? I planned on eating them later…probably tomorrow. My thoughts of how much money I would save were interrupted by the sound of whimpering coming from the alley I was walking by.

"Ve, ve…pasta...pasta…..ve..." said the voice. I wandered into the alleyway to see a guy curled up in a ball rocking side to side. He seemed to be about half dead. He had light brown hair. The curl on the side of his head drooped downward. He kept saying pasta to himself.

"Hey, are you ok? Do you want my pasta?" I asked quietly. He didn't seem to respond, so I opened my pasta and shoved it in his face. He, surprisingly, started to eat the pasta. As soon as he swallowed to first bite he was revived. The curl on the side of his head perked back up to its, I guess, normal position. After he finished devouring the rest of my food, he looked at me with a very serious look.

"Hey, you're pretty cute!" said the mysterious pasta-loving man. Upon closer inspection I noticed that his eyes weren't fully open. He also had on an army outfit, but it looked foreign.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Call me Italy!" he yelled.

We walked back to my apartment. I let us in and turned on the lights. Italy flopped down on the couch while I went and made coffee. When I walked in from the kitchen, Italy had already fallen asleep. I turned off the coffee maker and decided to sleep as well. I woke in the morning to Italy cooking breakfast.

"Ah! Good morning!" said Italy. I rubbed my eyes as I walked into the kitchen.

"What's for breakfast…?" I asked sleepily.

"Pastaaaaaaaaaaaa!" exclaimed Italy. Whatever, I thought to myself. We ate the pasta, it was pretty good. I decided to figure this guy out.

"So, where are you from?" I asked.

"Italy!" he replied.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"I got lost!" he said.

"Where were you going?" I asked.

"I was going to see Germany!" he said. How do you get lost in America while going to Germany? What was with this guy? We kept talking and somehow I ended up on a plane going to Germany. Italy was rambling something about how I should meet the Axis and how nice I was. We arrived in Germany and Italy immediately started driving us somewhere. I have no idea how Italy got a car, much less a license. We arrived at a building and got out of the car.

"Germany! Germany! I'm here!" yelled Italy. From the building walked a tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed man.

"Italy! Where the hell were you! You were supposed to be here three days ago!" yelled Germany. He was extremely mad but it didn't look like he was going to punish Italy.

"Whatever, come on. Let's go. Japan is waiting for us inside." said Germany.

"Oh! Germany! This is Violet! She fed me when I was lost!" said Italy.

"We'll do introductions when we get inside." said Germany. They all walked inside the building. It was a normal looking building with many rooms. Germany opened a door and let us in. There, sitting in the room was the most handsome man I had ever seen.

"Violet, come sit by me!" yelled Italy. I sat down, blushing because I was sitting next to the other man as well.

"Well, time for introductions. I assume you already know Italy. I am Germany and this is Japan." said Germany.

"I'm very pleased to meet you all." I said politely, "My name is Violet."

"It's very nice to meet you, Miss Violet." said Japan, even more politely than myself.

"Germany! Germany! I'm hungry!" said Italy.

"Not now Italy! We have to have a meeting!" yelled Germany.

"I could make something." I said.

"No, Miss. You are a guest here." said Japan.

"But you guys need to have your meeting right? I'll cook while you guys are talking." I said. At that I got up and went out the door.

"Um, where's the kitchen?" I asked from the hall.

"Right across the hall." replied Germany. I opened the fridge and stared in dismay at the fully stocked shelves. Each shelf had the common foods from all three countries. I grabbed armfuls of ingredients and started cooking.

Ten minutes later, the food was ready. I walked in the conference room with three plates.

"For Italy, I made pasta and pizza. For Germany, I made wurst with sauerkraut and dumplings. And for Japan, I made rice balls, miso soup and salted tuna." Taking a deep breath after the long sentence, I was relieved when looks of happiness spread across their faces. When Japan took a bite of a rice ball his eyes became wide and a slight blush appeared on his cheeks. He proceeded to eat the miso soup and salted tuna, the blush growing with every bite.

"Ve~ that was good!" said Italy, contented.

"Yes, it was very delicious." agreed Germany.

"Oh, thanks." I said, blushing. We kept talking late into the night.