What the Hell? Why would he of all people want to see a girl he had just met?! Sure if he had know her for loner he would want to see her again, but he just met her! He let out a loud breathe when his grandfather came by.

"What's wrong Ludwig?" he asked. Aldrich Beilschmidt, the man who brought this family to where it is now in his early twenties. Most people who knew them always said that Ludwig looks a lot like his grandfather when he was younger. Honestly, he couldn't see it. He had a high level of respect for his grandfather, how could he compare to him?

Though he held high respect for his grandfather he was cold to many people, even without noticing it.

"No, I am just tired. Guess packing has been too much for me." He chuckled nervously.

"Well get some sleep, can't have the next head of this family look weak." He said in his signature cold voice. He nodded and went into his room, the girl from before hadn't really brought anything so it was pretty clean. When he went in he saw that most of his books were out of place, that girl must've been flipping through them.

Sighing he began to put them back neatly when his brother came in his room without even knocking.

"Yes you can come in," he rolled his eyes and continued to clean, "What is it Bruder?" Gilbert said nothing. As he put the last book back he began to change into more comfortable clothes, loosening his tie and opening his closet. He dumped his suit and blazer for a black nice fitting shirt and some dark blue Levi's jeans.

"You remember what you're supposed to do right?" Gilbert finally asked.

"Ja, show up for party, find the client, deal the items at the designated spot and then leave."

"Good, just be on the look out, the Vargas Family has been known to hold some very suspicious secrets. Who knows what they might be thinking." Gilbert got up and left, leaving behind a note in his place.

Meet at the garden shed

Bring the item, too.

I'll be waiting, don't fail me now.

~F

Strange, who was this F person? Was his brother hiding something from him? He didn't have time to really think about it when he heard a soft knock on the door. He quickly got to the door and saw another one of Gilbert's friends, Francis Bonnefoy, he was the one who supplied the best wine from France.

"Oh, pardon me but I am looking for someone with blonde wavy hair." He asked with a thick accent. Everyone who came to the manor or worked with them spoke English with the main family, more or less. It was a rule their head had decided on.

"Well I'm looking at one." He answered bluntly.

"Ha, ha. Good one garcon, but it is not me. Though the person does indeed look a lot like me, well if you see them tell me." He said waving goodbye.

Yep, he had concluded that all of his brother's friends were equally weird. But…then again Gilbert did have some friends…while he had none… He shook the idea away and focused on his packing for the trip down the Italy. He hadn't started yet, which would probably make his grandfather mad. He would be staying for a week in the Vargas Families' guest house in Venice. He didn't bother to ask why they had a house on Venice when they lived in Rome, (Gilbert of course told him anyway.) but it was probably due to the fact they it was a big event.

He stopped in front of his desk and looked down at the jewelry box sitting on it. It was his late mother's box. It was decorated with flowers, she had a passion for them as she was growing up. He himself learned to love them because of her. His grandfather came into the room and told him it was time. He nodded and opened the box, seeing her favorite locket. He picked it up and brought it to his lips, planting a small kiss on it. Inside was a picture of his mother, the only one his grandfather hadn't thrown out. He hoped she could forgive him for being such a spoiled child.

Two and a half hours later he arrived at the Vargas families' house. They weren't kidding when they said it would be a big event. There were people from all over the world just outside the house. Many were chatting with others like it was a simple get together. He saw an American and a troubled looking Asian talking about the fast-food industry. An odd choice for a topic.

All these people came fore one man's succession. The Vargas Family must hold a lot of power or were really rich. He escaped the many people standing in the front and got to one of the side gardens. As he entered through the steel gates the first thing he noticed were a lot of flowers. It reminded him of his mother's small garden she had back in Germany. He saw many of her favorites and some new ones that must've been common here. He could see her flower journals, the many pencil sketches.

"No! Stop!" he heard a high pitched yell from behind him. Before he could turn, a girl climbed into his arms, a dog following close behind her. It bit at her dangling legs, leaving blood trickling down her legs. She hugged him closer, making him blush a bit.

"Nein! Ab!" he yelled at the dog, kicking it in his snout. It whined and ran off. Once it was gone for sure the girl slowly got down.

"S-sorry…I just don't like dogs very much…" she smiles weakly and that's when he notices who she is. The green dress should've made it obvious, plus the hair.

"Hey, you're that girl who ran into me back at the manor."

"I am so sorry! Please forgive me!" she starts to ramble and he laughs, patting her head.

"It's okay, I'm a lot stronger than you so I was worried that you might've gotten hurt. By the way I didn't know you spoke English."

"Yeah, I was a little surprised back then but I can speak it very well." She smiles. His heart thumps a little louder when she smiles. Stop acting like a love sick boy, it's just another girl. She's going to be like the rest. He scolded himself. He must've looked weird because she was looking straight into his eyes.

"Mister are you okay?" she asked innocently. She was so innocent… Stop it!

"J-ja… I just need some sleep. The trip here was a little tiring, that's all."

"I can help you if you like." She offered, smiling kindly at him. God she is too cute. No, stop it! ARGGG! He mentally slapped himself.

"Ja, I would appreciate it. By the way what it your name?" he asked.

"You can call me Miss Maid, that's what everyone calls me." Her hyper self suddenly dulls a bit. He wanted to see her smile again. Dammit Ludwig, get a hold of yourself.

"No, what's your real name?"

"That's something I know and for you to find out." She said playfully as she darted towards the house.

Damn this girl, let's see who wins this game. He went after her, following and playing along with her games.

Hey guys I am so sorry about the previous chapter before I fixed this. Please forgive me for not writing a lot either. Also if you are reading this know that yes this seems like a Nyotalia story but please just stuck around. ~ShizuToya