A/N: Ciao everyone! I've had the idea for this story floating around in my head for the past few weeks. It has slowly been developed in that time. Until recently, it's been nagging at me to be written. Thus, this story was born.

Well, please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I sadly don't own the pure utter genius that is Hetalia: Axis Powers. I only own the plot and my OC and extra characters featured in the story.

"Ugh," she groaned, forcing herself to sit up in bed. "Stupid, freakin', dumb…" she mumbled groggily while she searched for the source of the annoyance.

The young woman death glared the alarm clock in her hands, beeping away to its heart's content. She hit the snooze button and noticed the time. "5:30 a.m.?! Who the heck gets up at this godforsaken hour?!"

Then it dawned at her. She facepalmed. "That would be me."

~*~*(time skip)*~*~

The woman yawned. As you can probably tell, Brenna Matthews wasn't much of a morning person. Or rather it was because she had to repeatedly wake up before the crack of dawn during the week to attend her classes at the local college.

Currently, Brenna sat with her peers as her professor lectured on some historical event. She sipped her third mug of jasmine tea, attempting to stay awake. Brenna had an odd love for the hot beverage along with hot chocolate. She wasn't sure where she got the habit from. But yet still, she drank some kind of tea or chocolate every morning.

"Class dismissed! Remember we'll have a speaker from Germany next week," announced the old professor.

Brenna shut her Toshiba laptop after she saved her notes and put it in her green military messenger bag along with her textbooks. She stood up and slung her bag over her shoulder. She picked up her purse and coffee mug full of tea and exited the room. She sighed as she became deep in thought. Brenna meandered through large crowds of students and went to her next class somewhere on campus. It was amazing that she didn't run into anyone.

~*~*(le awesome friendly time skip)*~*~

"Brenna!" a voice hollered, yet seemed a long distance away at the same time. "Brenna Lynn! Wake up!"

Brenna's kaleidoscope emerald eyes snapped open. "R-Rosaline! I'm sorry! I-"

Rosaline shooed away her companion's response with a dainty hand. "It's fine. No worries."

Rosaline Ford smiled. She, like Brenna, was attending the city's university to get a degree in biology. She planned to continue on to medical school and become a pediatrician. She had dark, tan skin complimented with amber eyes and black hair. She was much shorter than Brenna, even when she wore high heels. She still had to tilt her head a good 25˚ to see her friend's face.

The duo stepped out of Rosaline's Toyota Camry and walked into the popular Italian restaurant they worked at.

Lombardi's was a popular restaurant situated in downtown. It was known for its wonderful, authentic Italian cuisines, soups, breads, and dishes. It was an extravagant restaurant and had some of the finest Italian and French wines. The service was extremely good, with friendly, polite waiters and waitresses who cared for their customers very well. Lombardi's was well-known throughout the region and had been given many awards throughout the years.

Brenna had changed out of her clothes from early—a pair of jeans, a white shirt beneath a blue cardigan and sneakers—into her work uniform. She wore a white long sleeve shirt underneath a black vest. She has a red ribbon threaded underneath the collar of her shirt instead of the usual tie. She had on black trousers and black high heels in a mary-jane style. She wore her dark brown, waist-long hair up in a loose bun, some curls spilling out in the back.

The two young women checked in for their shifts and entered into the large kitchen. The delicious aroma filled the room, making Brenna's mouth water. There were dozens of fresh breads baking in the oven, saucing boiling in pots on the stoves, and many other things were being prepared. Honestly, she loved her job.

"Ciao signorina Matthews [1]!" Chef Alphonso Lombardi greeted Brenna. He was a happy, peaceful man in his mid-fifties, straight from Sicily in Italy. He was dressed in a white chef's uniform and wore an apron. He had dark hair, blended with gray, and had a goatee.

Brenna grinned. "Hello Mr. Lombardi. How can I be of service?"

Lombardi laughed. "Molto buono! Molto buono! [2] Come with me, please~!"

The old Italian led the American out of the kitchen and into the dining area. He turned to the woman beside him. "Brenna, mia cara [3], a new waiter is starting tonight and as the brilliant waitress you are, I would like you to show him around. Take him under your wing, if you will."

"All right, Mr. Lombardi," she responded.

After further instruction for the evening from her employer, Brenna continued to help with the preparation for the opening that Friday night. At five o'clock Katy Banks placed the Open sign up near the front entrance. Jared Duncan, one of the young chefs who worked alongside Lombardi, unlocked the door as customers began to pour in.

Brenna stood off to the side, waiting patiently. Her employer had given her strict instructions to wait for the new waiter.

"Sorella [4]!" called little Adele Lombardi.

Brenna beamed. Adele was Lombardi's granddaughter. With burgundy locks and sweet yet always curious amber eyes, she was almost the cutest thing in the world. Right up there next to puppies, bunnies, and the cute boy next door.

The four-year-old Italian ran up to the American, her pink dress billowing about her. Brenna opened up her arms and swooped Adele up into her arms. She wrapped her in a tight embrace. "I missed you Adele~."

"I missed you oh so very much, Brenna!" Adele giggled, mispronouncing her r's as w's.

"Nonno [5] told me to come find you," the young girl continued. "He says that the new waiter's here."

"All right," Brenna nodded. She set down Adele and sauntered over to the kitchen. I wonder what he's like? She questioned. I hope he's not a bad person…And I really hope I make a good impression. It wouldn't be very good otherwise.

She was too deep in thought to notice the man in front of her. He didn't see her either. Then, the two collided.

"Ow," the duo moaned in unison.

Brenna held her forehead in one hand and opened her eyes. The man was tall with a lanky, yet muscular build. He wore a long sleeve white button up shirt under a black vest with a red tie. He had on black pants and a pair of black sneakers. He had a mop of shaggy, wavy blond hair with a lone, run-amuck curl hanging off to the side of his head.

The man rubbed his jaw. "Well that hurt, eh?" He asked quietly and looked up to see Brenna.

She nodded. "Yeah," she said. She blinked when she noticed his eyes. They were hidden behind a pair of half-rimmed glasses. Brenna was stunned; they seemed so familiar. The odd thing, though, was the color. Violet with a hint of blue.

I used a lot of Italian in this chapter, so here are the translations:

[1] Ciao signorina Matthews means "Hello miss Matthews"

[2] Molto buono! Molto buono! translates to "Very good! Very good!"

[3] mia cara means "my dear"

[4] sorella means "sister"

[5] Nonno translates to "Grandfather"

If there are any mistakes in the Italian or grammatical errors, please, feel free to let me know! I'd be happy to change them and so I can improve better as a writer.

Any ideas as to who the mysterious new character is? PM me or put your guess in a review!

Thanks for reading! Please review!