Cyanide: Okay guys, I haven't quit on When You Meet Them, I just haven't had any inspiration and my computer was broken. ^^"

I also changed my name from TabbyTan to Cyanide Kilo. Cyanide Kilo is my Killjoy name, and I am part of the MCRmy, and it has been my name since I started roleplaying on Instagram, I made two OCs, Allison Kirkland Jones and Lissy Kirkland Jones. You'll be meeting Lissy in this chapter, but I'm not sure if I'll add Allison in this yet. Allison is my OC for New Jersey, and Lissy is 2p!New jersey.

I've met tons of awesome people when I started roleplaying, like Rainbow Raider. If you're reading this Rainbow, ohaidere! :3 Origami potatoes. And zebras. And Legos.

This story is a human!AU, so yeah. As a human, Lissy doesn't like other people. She's not afraid; she just prefers not to deal with them. She's actually a very happy person. Oh, and Luiciano is 2p!Italy, and her love interest. In the roleplay on IG, she's already dating him. :3

(BTW, I'm reading/watching Homestuck. Act 5 Act 2.)

Okay, I've wasted enough time. Read!

Chapter 1

Lissy was working in Hetalia Cafe, making minimum wage as a high school student. She didn't need to; her mother sent her money to pay for the small house he had rented for her to live in while he was in England. She didn't live with her father because he lived in Washington DC and World Academy W; Lissy's school was in New Jersey.

The bell in front of the front door rang, signaling that another customer had entered.

This customer was a tallish Italian teenager, around 18 or 19 years old, with dark brown hair and tanned skin, his eyes a pinkish purple, a curl sticking out of the left side of his head. Lissy recognized him from school, he had commented about her when she had walked by him in the halls once. She had been this close to punching his in the face, but remembered that there was a teacher monitoring her for the next two weeks at all times and stopped herself, she didn't need more trouble than she was already in.

He sat down and ordered a frappe. She quickly took down the order.

"Would you like anything else?" she asked, blushing again. She wore a black skirt, a white button down shirt, and a black apron with the Hetalia Cafe logo on it.

"So cute..." he murmured when she came back with his order. He had seen her at school, and liked her. She had long black hair and dark blue eyes. She had a slight tan and was comfortably thin, but he knew she was strong. Luiciano had seen her in detention on more than one occasion. She constantly skipped class, but did her homework, earning herself an A in every subject.

Lissy blushed again and set the tray down, confused by his friendliness. She had heard about him at school, and it wasn't nice rumors going around about him. "Prego," she responded in Italian.

Not minding her much he resumed his work on his laptop and took the occasional sip of his frappe. He soon realized the time was getting late, about 11 am and he started to pack up his stuff.

She stood by, not close enough to bother him, and waited for him to finish, holding the tray.

He finished packing up and took the last sip of his drink. "Arrivederci," he said a bit cheerfully and headed for the door. Little did he know once again he left a little sketch of his own.

She put the empty cup on the tray and took the sketch. She folded it carefully and slipped it in her apron pocket. She would look at it better when she was alone.

He walked to his crappy apartment that had been broken into once again. "God dammit," he said, frustrated. As he walked in he noticed all his valuables were stolen, even his art stuff. He walked into his room with everything gone and fell asleep.

As soon as her shift ended, she went home, bored again.

He woke up from his seemingly long nap and tried to reorganize everything that was still there.

When she opened the sketch a few hours later, she noticed numbers on the corner of the paper. She recognized it to be a phone number and texted it.

"Hello?" she sent.

Luiciano's phone buzzed and he replied "Ciao, who is this?" He was still trying to clean up his ransacked place.

She was lying on her bed, holding her phone up above her, texting who she assumed to be Luiciano. "That depends. Who is this?" she texted back.

A little confused he tried to ignore the buzzing, but the mystery sender wouldn't stop.

She sent a picture of the sketch left behind, setting her laptop on her pillow.

He got the text and saw the picture. "Are you Lissy?" He got a slight chill down his spine, wondering how this person had realized the number had been a phone number.

"Who are you?" she texted, frowning at the small device in her hand.

"God I need to be more careful!" he shouted. He ran out of his apartment and jumped the fence to her yard. He texted her, "Look in your yard."

She hesitated and stood up to look out of her window, suspicious of what she would see.

He flashes his phone light at her window signaling her to come down or help him up.

She pulled on her hoodie and boots, taking a small pocket knife and her cell phone and keys, just in case. After all, it was the middle of the night.

She went down stairs to see him.

"Ciao! I came for the sketch..." he said hesitantly.

Lissy took the sketch out from her pocket and held it out to him. She looked him over, "Did something happen?" she asked, pushing her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.

"No, it's just that most don't like my sketches and I rather not show them," he rambled, looking down, trying not to make eye contact with her.

"Not the sketch. Did something happen to you?" She could tell that something stressful had happened to him.

His eyes widened with surprise. "It's nothing that concerns you, trust me on that," he said, looking down, then took the sketch from her hand. "Grazi. I shall be on my way. Buenasnotte."

"What happened?" she asked again, persistent.

He tried to ignore her and jumped her fence back to his house. "If she gets involved then everything will go downhill..." he thought to himself.

She also jumped the fence, her hoodie snagging the fence and tearing. She continued to follow him silently.

He felt like he is being followed and turned quickly with pocket knife in hand.