Madelyn's POV

It took me a second to process what I'd done. I had just thrown my favorite tea cup at the Scotsman's head because he dared to touch my sister. Speaking of Scotsmen, Alistair had slowly turned his head to stare at me in disbelief. It took everything I had not to quail at his fiery glare. I cleared my throat awkwardly while starting to climb over the back of the couch, "Now, before we do anything rash..."

Alistair began to slowly walk towards me, a menacing look on his face. I reached towards the closest thing I could grab before slowly backing away towards the wall. His hand slammed into the wall behind me, causing me to let out an undignified yelp, which I will later come to deny ever happening. Leaning down and moving his face closer to mine, whereas I already had the plush unicorn pushing into his chest...

"Cut it out," We froze and shifted our eyes towards the irate looking Vitti. "Madelyn, throwing your teacup is rude, " I couldn't help but to feel a twinge of guilt at my sister's lecture. I turned to the Scotsman ready to apologize...until I saw that smug smirk on his stupidly handsome face. Vitti turned her glare to the Scotsman. "And you! I know you have a temper on you but isn't tormenting my sister a bit out of line?"

I turned my face in order not to laugh at the face he pulled, as if he was a puppy that she had viciously kicked. "Now shake hands." I glared at my sister for a moment before frostily muttering,

"I'm not shaking this haggis-eating bastard's hand, he can go shove a pole up his ass." Vitti gave me one of her infamous 'stares' that she adopted from papa and I grudgingly stuck out my hand with a long sigh, knowing that Vitti would be mad if I wasn't polite. Alistair glanced at my face before placing his calloused hand in my own...and then he brought it to his lips. I tore my hand from his grasp, my face burning, ignoring the smirk I knew he would be sporting and my sorella's giggles.

After a few more curses from me, Vitti had shown the Scot around the tiny apartment, basically just a two bedroom, kitchen, and living room hell hole.

"And this is my room, you can take this room and Madelyn and I can bunk together, right, Maddy? It's like a sleepover!" I laughed at that. "Ha, no, he can sleep on the couch."

"Aw, sorella, you're so cruel!"

"Sí."

Vitti let out a defeated sigh before her smile returned at full-force.

"Sorry Alistair, may I call you Alistair?" It seems that, she set on calling him that. "I can give you some extra blankets before you sleep, though I doubt you need them, considering the heat wave." The poor Scottish man looked horrified at those arrangements,

"I'm not sleeping on the couch! I'm bloody Scotland!"

"I'm sure you've slept in worse places, Signore." Whoa that came out colder than I meant. "It's either the couch or the floor, take your pick. Vitti, I'm turning in for the night." My sister nodded violently before she set about the task of gathering blankets for the irritated Alistair.

Vittoria's POV

Damn was he hot.

After Madelyn went to bed and I got all the blankets for Alistair, we sat on the couch. It was silent...the tension was thick in the air and almost as if I could reach out and grab it, and it'd be as pliable as an elastic band. My face was as red as a Elmo from Sesame Street and the Scot wasn't doing anything to help ease it, he just sat there and stared at me with this small smirk and a playful glint in his eyes.

"Could you stop?" I muttered throwing quick glances at him. His smirk only grew wider, becoming a full-fledged grin and he leaned closer to me,

"Does it bother you, lass?" If it was possible my face probably would've been redder and I nodded quickly, standing and watching with triumph as he fell face first into the spot I was previously sitting at.

"You need a job." I word-vomited, turning his face towards me as he rubbed his nose, he gave me a questioning stare.

"Where the hell did that come from?" I shrugged and tilted my head, giving him a wide smile and grabbing the manual from the top of the T.V, "We'll need this to see what you're good at." I went to go sit on the couch but after he wiggled his eyebrows at me and patted his lap-earning another blush-did I opt to sit on the chair next to him.

Clearing my throat I opened the packet again and scanned through it looking for the 'Job Selection' section, when I finally found it at the bottom of the page, Alistair leaned in close and stuck his head on top of mine, making a low, pleased humming noise,

"Read it for me." I nodded and shifted my eyes up.

"I'm not going into detail, I'll just tell you what you could do best." He snorted and nodded, which just felt like him rubbing his chin over my scalp, "Fine, but read it clearly for me," I wrinkled my nose.

"Well, you can be a stripper," He chuckled at that but after a few moments it died out from the silence,

"You serious?"

"Yep."

"Oh... Well then would you like to see an example of my stripping skills?"

I reached over and elbowed him in the gut at his quiet laughter "Shut up, you'll wake up my sorella...And no, I would not like to see an example." He let out an oomph and I grinned "That's what you get for being an ass, now," I stuck up a hand balled into a fist, ''Let's do this!" Little did I know the Scotsman was pretty much the most pigheaded person I've ever met.

"How 'bout a musician?"

"Too much work, and I don't have my pipes."

"Government Official?"

"..Arthur does all the hard work"

"Storyteller?"

"Don't like kids."

~20 minutes and an exasperated Vittoria later~

"Archery Teacher, Body Guard, Police Officer?"

"No, no, and..." I scrunched up my shoulders in happiness waiting for that "yes" when, "Bloody hell, no," came from his mouth.

I threw up my hands and stood turning to stare at him and crossing my arms. "Well, what do you want to do?" He raised a brow and tilted his head in thought

"..Somethin'...with alcohol" he stared at me with expectant eyes, the green almost seeming to twinkle in the small dim light that was my sisters and mines living room lamp

"Err...a bartender?" nodding slowly the Scot smiled at me

"Yes, a bartender." I sighed and it seemed all that coiled tension in me left with that one sigh and I smiled brightly at him

"We'll go visit different bars and see about a job for you when you're settled in." He nodded and leaned back staring at me,

"Can I join you to bed?"

"No."

"Aw, you're no fun..." Making a small pouty face at me he started unbuttoning his clothes earning a small yelp from me

"What are you doing?!" He continued taking off his uniform, glancing up at me.

"What do you mean? I don't sleep in my clothes." His tone was slightly playful and I covered my eyes backing out of the room, I may or may not have peeked at him.

"It's too late to even make a big fuss. Just… put some clothes on before Madelyn gets up, please?"

"..Alright, lass, goodnight" Was his only response. Before I closed my bedroom door I remembered a few choice words I forgot to tell him earlier.

"Could you pick up your...um box tomorrow?" I heard a low chuckle

"Yes ma'am" he sarcastically drawled out and I scoffed while finally shutting the door.

"I'll get him for that later." I looked wistfully to my bed whilst changing into a clean outfit. Making a flying leap for the furniture with a blissful sigh as soon as I was done.

"Now, this is true heaven..." I muttered, rubbing my face against the pillow before falling into a sleep that had me slipping in and out of consciousness, too excited for the next unit to come to actually fall into my normal, deep sleep.

Morning time then came around~

'1 sheep 2 sheep 3 sheep 4 sh-' My eyes popped open at the loud crash of glass breaking against tile and a loud scream that would surely get the neighbors concerned that was heard outside my bedroom "Che diavolo, Alistair, where are your clothes?!"

"Oh boy..."

Madelyn's POV

The next morning I dragged myself into the kitchen for a mug of coffee. I nabbed the nearest mug and turned to the coffee maker.

"Mornin' lass." I grunted a greeting to the Scotsman, too absorbed in making my coffee to actually take the time to look at him. After the coffee had finished brewing and I had poured the dark liquid into my mug, I took a sip and turned to properly greet the Scot…only to find him completely nude. I shrieked and dropped the mug.

"Che diavolo, Alistair, where are your clothes?!"

There was a thud coming from my sorella's room followed by more thuds coming from down the hall before Vitti sprinted into the kitchen, hand over her eyes. "Alistair! I told you to make sure you're dressed before she wakes up!"

"I put on my socks." I stared at the man in disbelief, (my eyes trained solely on his face)

"Dude, put on some clothes!"

After the whole clothing debacle, we all sat around the living room watching the news, thankfully Alistair was fully clothed, when a loud screech akin to the sound of a dying goat filled the air. The sound surprised the poor Scot causing him to jerk and almost drop the mug he held.

"What was that? Did some poor sheep just get butchered?" I snorted at that description.

"It's the doorbell," I sighed, setting my mug on the counter. Opening the door, I came face-to-face with the man from yesterday, stupid hat and all...and two large crates.

"Two?" I whispered in horror, I can barely handle one! Noah smiled charmingly and held out the clipboard.

"If you could sign here I can just wheel them in and leave you to it." I stared at him before I snatched the clipboard, angrily scribbling my signature.

"Thanks!" I wanted to slap that cheerful grin right off his face. It didn't take long before he wheeled the two crates in.

"Have a nice day, miss!" I restrained myself from slamming the door shut on his stupidly happy face. It's too early for this nonsense.

Vitti was already kneeling over the crates, was that a smirk? "Oooooo, Maddy, I think you'll like this!" I held out my hand for the manuals a smile stretching across my face as I read the names printed on the front. Ludwig 'Germany' Beilschmidt and Gilbert 'Prussia.' Beilschmidt in neat cursive

AN: Bear with me I am but a lowly high school student and my cousin is a on a higher level lowly college student. Thank you for reading and reviews are so very much appreciated! Also, I'm looking for a beta to look over this story for me!