Hurray! Sorry this took so long. Things are just busy cause of school ending and finals :p. Thank you to anyone who alerted, favorited and reviewed! Just thought I would clear some things up before I start. In the last chapter I made a mistake, Carleigh's name originally was Hannah before I changed it! I chose Carleigh because that was how my name was supposed to be spelt and I like it. Yes, my name is Carly (insert last name here). Don't worry I'm not making this a self-insert. Yes, that was Germany in the last chapter! He's one of my favorite characters :3. But don't worry UsuiXMisalover! I put some Italy in this chapter for you! 'Cause he is adorable. And thanks Oniongrass too since I didn't mention you before! P.S "Awake My Soul" by Mumford and Sons inspired the title! I thought it would suit

And because I forgot to last chapter:

DISLCAIMER: I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters. I also do not own the Song.

The air was even more bitterly cold in the mornings. The rising sun wasn't visible through the tall buildings.

Carleigh hid her face in her knit scarf and hurried towards the subway, briefcase in hand.

She didn't want to take another step ahead, but she did. She didn't want to be brave and face Alfred after last night. It only made her more nervous about meeting him. She paid for her ticket and boarded a subway car, taking a seat next to an Asian-looking man. When Alfred had called her to tell her where to go, some woman was talking in the background. This Carleigh found discouraging. 'What were you thinking? Of course he would have a girlfriend!' She pulled out the crumpled piece of paper with the address to the world conference building in it. She looked from the suitcase. He wouldn't have anything too secret in there. 'It wouldn't hurt to peak,' she thought. 'Then again, he does work for the government..." She sighed and noticed that short man sitting next to her was also looking at the briefcase.

"O-oh, sorry…" he said in a quiet voice. He scooted over closer to the window.

"Its alright."

There were a few awkwardly quiet moments before people from the next stop boarded.

"Ve~, where do you want to sit, Germany?"

"You dummkopf! What do you think you're doing?" the other man said in a hushed German accent. It was the same man from last night.

"I'm sorry Ger-Hey look! A pretty girl! Ciao Bella!" The Italian man looked over to her and waved. She returned the wave, albeit confused and hesitant as the German man pushed the other down into a seat by the shoulders. The Italian man continued to wave but this time directed to the man sitting next to her. They seemed to know each other.

'It sounds ignorant, but seriously! Do all foreign people in this city know each other? 'She focused once again on the suitcase. 'What's the worst that could happen?" Carleigh began to play with the latch and flicked it open.

The actual contents of the suitcase weren't all that surprising. They were a couple drawings of burgers on a notepad, some real notes on topics they were discussing (Only a few of these), and a cheeseburger wrapper from Mickey D's. She flipped through some of the papers and her eyes paused on a letter addressed to The Personification of the United States of America. Carleigh stared blankly at the letter for a whole minute. What did it mean personification? Alfred was only an ambassador for the government! I mixture of guilt and confusion filled her head and made her feel sick. 'This isn't good,' she thought. 'I definitely wasn't supposed to see this letter. What do they mean by personification?'

Carleigh quickly shut the briefcase and tried to shake her nervousness. 'Everything will be fine.'

"Um, excuse me Miss," the man sitting next to her said quietly in his Japanese accent. "I'm sorry, but I would like to go talk to my friends." He was standing up. Carleigh turned her head to face him.

"Oh! Yea sure…"she responded

"Thank you."

Carleigh sat back down after letting him pass by. She still had a couple more stops until she had to get off. The group of three kept glancing over in her direction and Carleigh tried to pretend not to notice them. She couldn't hear them talking though. Only a few "Vee~'s" and "PASTA!'s" coming from the Italian. The nerves were once again building in her stomach.

(*-^-*)

The morning had already gotten worse. The three foreign men were following her to Alfred's work. She picked up her pace and tried to focus on the sidewalk in front of her.

After a couple more blocks she reached the building. It was hard not to look at, being quite large and shiny. Carleigh looked around for the three men who were following her but she saw no one. Walking over to a bench she sat down and waited for any sign of Alfred.

It was only about a minute or two after she sat down when a man with shoulder length blonde hair and a slight beard approached her. He wore a white suit jacket with a maroon dress shirt underneath and black pants. He held himself with a confident air and a smirk on his lips.

"Bonjour belle," he said with a smile taking her hand and kissing it.

"I-I u-uh…" Carleigh started to slightly panic. He was being a little too friendly.

"HEY FROG! What the bloody hell do you think you are doing?"

Carleigh spun her self around and yanked her hand free to find an angry looking man, looking a few years older than her. By his accent, she assumed him to be from Britain. He was not as tall as the Frenchmen and had blonde shaggy hair with eyebrows that were… considerably larger than normal.

"Well if it isn't the black sheep," The Frenchmen replied. "Still haven't changed from your fade wardrobe, Oui? (Fade according to google translate means bland in French)

"Oh shut it, smelly moron!"

"Mon ami, surely you could come up with a better insult then that."

"Why you wanker! I'm not your friend! I-"

The two where at each other's throats and continued screaming at one another, while Carleigh watched in shock.

'Should I be doing something? And what's with all the hot guys?'

"Hey Car! I was looking for you!"

She gave a sigh of relief. Finally Alfred had shown up. He was wearing a business suit again. Needless to say Carleigh had a hard time taking her eyes off of him, as any girl would.

"Hey Alfred! I have your suitcase," She smiled at him, but felt another pang of guilt in her heart. 'Why did I have to go and look?' She pushed the feeling away. "Just wondering, does that normally happen?"

She pointed to the two European men fighting off to the side.

"Oh those two? Ha! That's normal!" He waved to the other representatives. "Hey Iggy!"

"What do you want you idiot?" The British man replied, still with a fist of the other mans blonde hair in his hand. Alfred responded with one of his signature obnoxious laughs.

"The British one is Arthur and the French one is Francis," Al explained. The two had seemed to have calmed down and stopped fighting enough to nod as they were introduced. "Dudes, this is Carleigh."

"Hi," was all she could come up with.

"It is a pleasure to meet you."
"Oui, ma dame." Arthur rolled his eyes at the response. They both went inside after saying goodbye, leaving Carleigh and Alfred alone.

'Just stay calm, you do this all the time at the Café.'

"Thanks again Car. I don't know how to repay you, dude!"

"I-Its okay Al. You really don't need to," She tried to convince him.

"I've got it! Follow me! It's my treat!"

Before her brain had time to process what he said, Alfred grabbed Carleigh's hand and led her into the building. This made her blush. Bad.

The inside of the building was as stunning as the outside. She was led through a small topiary before entering the lobby with high ceilings and a stunning chandelier. She thought it was suiting, considering the high positions of the people who worked there. They all wore business suits like Alfred's and were speaking in different languages. Alfred gave Carleigh little time to enjoy the room before he pulled her in the direction of an open elevator. They were not alone, however, there were a few oriental men and one other woman. Carleigh scanned their faces, each looking at her curiously then looking the other way. She recognized the man she sat next to on the subway and quickly turned and focused on Alfred. He saw her looking at him and gave her a reassuring smile.

'Deep breaths, and smile back! Wait… we're still holding hands…' Her face started to turn the vibrant red color again. 'Curse you, pale ancestors!'

To her relief, the elevator doors opened and Alfred led her out and down a number of long hallways. At the end seemed to be a large room with many windows, allowing the morning sunlight to stream through. Alfred began to slow down his walking pace and let go of her hand as they reached the end of the hallway.

"I know you probably eat café food everyday, but this stuff is pretty good!" he told her with another bright smile.

"Don't worry! I'm thankful," she replied turning to face him.

"Get anything you want."

"Are you sure, Al? You really don't have to-" Alfred was just staring at her and chuckling. "… What?"

"Nothing Car, you're just cute when you blush," He said still chuckling.

'WHAT THE F-' She stumbled trying to fight the right words to say.

"Oh... Thanks!"

He looked to the pastries on display by the register. "This one is my favorite," He said pointing to a raspberry one with chocolate icing on top.

"Hmm… Sounds good to me," She told him. He told the cashier her order and took out a card and handed it to him. He looked at it then returned it to Alfred.

"Sure thing, Mr. Jones," the cashier said handing him back the card and delivering the pastry. He handed it to Carleigh.

"Thanks again, you're a real life saver!" Carleigh was about to respond when a woman came up to them and look at Alfred.

"There you are! Come on, we're going to be late and we still have things to go over!" Carleigh recognized her voice from over the phone last night. 'Maybe it's his girlfriend? It doesn't seem like it.'

The woman grabbed his wrist and began do drag him away.

" Sorry! I'll see you later Car! Thanks again!"

"Bye Al," she yelled after him with a sigh. She didn't want him to leave. Now there was only one problem, how was she going to find her way out? She ate her pastry at a table then threw away the wrapper. She had forty-five minutes to find a way out and get to her college class.

(*-^-*)

She had been wandering around for about ten minutes and she was starting to panic. She would definitely be late for class. Still lost in thought, she bumped into yet another person, causing him to drop his papers.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Here let me help," she insisted while bending down to help him gather his things. The man had an almost scary resemblance to Alfred.

"No worries, it's not a big deal," he said with a Canadian accent. "I haven't seen you around here. Are you new?"

"No, just lost. I was with my friend, but he had to go and now I'm stuck here…"

"Well, I'm Mathew. Why don't I help you find your way out?"

"That would be great, thanks! I'm Carleigh by the way."

The two made their way back to the lobby where Carleigh thanked Mathew for his help and shook his hand. She walked out of the building and waved down a taxi. She couldn't help but feel a little upset about Alfred leaving her, but he couldn't help it. The taxi ride went fast after thinking about everything that had just happened. This was going to be an interesting December.

Phew! Holy fluff that was like running a freaking marathon! If only you all could have heard me squeal when I was writing this. Anyway, thanks again for waiting so long for me to update. I hate waiting too, but now that school is over that shouldn't be a problem! Pretty please, review, alert and favorite! It makes me write faster!

Thanks again everyone!

`Imogen Color