OMG I actually have reviews! And story alerts! I'm so excited. Well, thanks for all the love. Sorry, I haven't updated lately. School's a bitch, you know. Here's the next chapter . . .
Warnings: OC's and their mouths(again)
Disclaimer: If Hetalia were mine, Germany would recognize Canada instantly and be terrified of him. So as you can see, it's not mine.

Cassandra's POV

"Ugh, I am not ready for this," I thought as I dragged the box off the porch and into my house. "Let's see . . . He'll answer to 'Pasta Freak'? Why would anyone call him that, that's mean."

I know for a fact that he'll need a job if he's going to be staying in my house, so I'll see if I can get him a teacher's assistant job at the school. Teaching is essentially the same as babysitting, right? Ahh, removal. Hmm, I just had pasta last night so number one is out. I can't do number two because I don't have any other units. So I guess number three will have to do. I get a crowbar and open up the front of the box. "Aww, he looks so cute when he's asleep," I say when I open it. I slowly reach up and touch his curl, "His hair is so soft."

*YANK*

"AHHHHHHH, la signorina, che fa male! La prego di smettere di tirare il mio ricciolo?" he said as his eyes widened. He has pretty eyes. I don't know why he doesn't open them more.

"Um, I can't understand you, do you know English?" I ask sweetly.

"Oh, mi dispiace! My name is Feliciano, what's yours? You're very pretty, ve~"

"Thank you. I'm Cassandra Densen, but you can call me Cassie or Sandra if you want."

"Ok Sandra! By any chance, do you have any pa-"

"No, we don't," I say on instinct. Oh my god, he'll probably think I'm like Austria! "What I mean is that I don't have any now, but if you want, we could go to the grocery store and get you some."

"YAY! To the grocery store we go!" he said as he dragged me back to my car. We were walking down the stairs outside when I saw Maria getting out of her own car next door. She waved hi, then got the most surprised look on her face when she saw who was dragging me. I could already tell I would be getting a visit from the Mexican Inquisition when we got back.

We came back with a month's worth of pasta, clothes for him, and an almost emptied wallet. We got all the groceries, went up the stairs outside and down the stairs to the kitchen inside. It was then that I saw Maria standing there with her arms crossed and an expectant look on her face. Curse me giving her a key to my house.

"When were you going to tell me you got Veneziano? Sandra, I thought we told each other everything?" she went on and on with the questions until I started to get a headache.

"MARIA, stop with the interrogation. Please," I almost screamed. "I was going to tell you when we got back from shopping which we just did. I get that you're excited that I've gotten my first unit, but please calm down. I had a horrible fucking day today. Don't make it worse. Feliciano, are you ok?" I said to him. He ended up shaking in a corner in the dining room.

Maria walked up to him slowly, so as not to scare him more. "Aww, did the scary woman frighten you?" she cooed. I gave her the stink eye and apologized to Feli for scaring him.

"If you're feeling better, we can make the pasta we bought." I said softly.

"OK!" he replied excitedly. As he started getting the ingredients ready and ve'd quietly, Maria and I sat down at the table stared at him.

"Well, there's North Italy," I said, shrugging a bit.

After the pasta was finished and cooled, we sat at the table and conversed.

"Feliciano, I'd like to formally introduce you to my best friend, Maria," I said.

"Nice to meet you," she said smiling. They shook hands across the table.

"Will you excuse me for a sec," I asked, "I need to go make a phone call." I got up from the table and went into the laundry room next door. I honestly do plan on getting Feliciano to be my teaching assistant. I called my boss and prayed to heaven above as I asked the question. "Hello, this is Cassandra Densen. I'm calling to ask for a request. A friend from Italy has come into my life recently and he told me that he used to be a teacher. Is it alright if I bring him in tomorrow for a job interview? I would like for him to be my teaching assistant . . . I can? Oh that's wonderful! How about I let him teach a lesson during class and you can oversee him? Which period? Um, how about third? That's the class that's the most rowdy since they just came back from lunch. Ok. Yes, ma'am. See you tomorrow. Good-bye."

I closed the phone and skipped back into the kitchen. "Feliciano, tomorrow you're coming with me to help me with my class. Is that alright?"

"Oh course it is! Ve, I love kids! They're so adorable," he said.

Maria then pulled me to the side. "Cassandra, are you sure that'll be a good idea? I mean, those kids are pretty brutal when it comes to new people," she said with a worried look on her face.

"Yes I'm sure. I know how the kids are, but since I'll be there too, they won't be too bad. Besides, Feli's manual said that he's great with kids. They'll love him, I'm sure of it," I reassured her.

"Ok," she said skeptically.

After dinner, Maria went home and Feliciano and I took a shower. Separately of course. I love him, but not like that. We got ready for bed and I showed him his room upstairs. I got into my bed and settled into the covers. Just as I was about to fall into unconsciousness, I heard someone knocking on my door. It better not be Maria or I'm cursing her out. "Ugh, come in," I say exhausted.

"Um, Sandra, is it ok if I sleep in your bed for tonight?" I heard Feliciano ask. I knew this would happen eventually.

"Sure, but as soon as your brother comes, you're sleeping with him. Alright?"

"That's fine! Ve, grazie!" he said.

As soon as he got under the covers, I noticed something. HE'S NOT WEARING PANTS! "FELI! PUT SOME PANTS ON!" I screamed loudly.

"Oops, sorry," he apologized.

After he got into the bed a second time, with pants, he fell asleep almost instantly. I then started admiring him in his sleep again. He really was adorable when he slept. Right before I closed my eyes, I heard him ask, "Is it alright if I call you my sister?"

"Mmhmm, sure. I'm your sister," I say sleepily.

"That's good. Good night, sorella."

"Good night, Feli," I replied before finally going to sleep.

TRANSLATIONS:

"la signorina, che fa male! La prego di smettere di tirare il mio ricciolo""miss, that hurts! Could you please stop pulling my curl?"

"Mi dispiace" = "I'm sorry"

"Grazie" = "Thank you"

"Sorella" = "Sister"

That's it for the second chapter. Reviews are appreciated. Cookies are still available for the people who correctly guess who Maria gets. It's not America.