The maid felt uneasy. She told herself she hadn't done anything wrong- she was protecting the Kirkland household! She tried looking bravely at the Scottish woman, only to turn after 10 seconds and bolt towards the door.

Ceinwen cried out in alarm, but Nessie was already on it. The maid panted as she whipped around numerous servants, trying to keep her eyes focused on the door. She wanted to get out of this place; she definitely didn't want to be interrogated by the red-headed woman.

Her eyes widened as she saw the light of the outside world, and she made a few final leaps- only to be caught by the collar, almost getting choked to death in the process. Nessie looked unimpressed and turned the girl around to face her.

"So, what happened?" Nessie asked in a poisonous tone.
"I don't know anything!" she wailed back, panicking.
"Well, you obviously know something, you running away from me so I wouldn't know the truth."

The maid whimpered by Nessie's logical reply to her wails, unable to think of anything to say back. She gulped, spewing out quickly what happened. "TheitaliansisterscamebyandtheywentintothebasementtofindRose."

Nessie raised an eyebrow. The maid gulped.

"AndIsentguardstogetthemb-b-b-ut theydisappeared." Nessie dropped her.
"Keep your job," she muttered. "You can all go home now; we'll be taking care of the situation."

The maid scrambled away with the other servants.


Alice didn't know where she was. In fact, her head was groggy and all she felt like doing was throwing up on whatever surface she was on.

"Are you okay?" a gentle voice asked, shaking her. Alice groaned, turning over and blinking at the person who was asking. She was met by soft brown eyes, which startled Alice, making her jump. The girl who asked her if she was okay had a small reaction as well to Alice's jump.

"Eh…are you alright?" the Asian girl asked, concern all over her face. Alice was about to say something, when she had the sudden urge to throw up.
"Bathroom." She moaned, staggering and gripping the Asian girl's shoulder. The Asian girl looked around, in case there were any people around to help. Alice couldn't help but notice that the Asian girl was wearing a very nice green coloured dress- which didn't really help Alice as the green seemed to trigger her urge to vomit more.

"Excuse me!" the Asian called out, bringing a maid over. Alice blacked out, as the overwhelming feeling of sickness began to increase.

"Please bring her to the office," Lien asked, as the maid nodded and picked Alice up. Lien sighed in relief as the European was escorted to a safe place.

Lien was rather puzzled; it was startling for her to find a random girl passed out in the hallway. European; which was even stranger, considering the place the girl had passed out was the Asian division of the World Building. Lien was about to ponder on her thoughts as a familiar cute voice called out.

"Jie-jie!" Mei called out, pink flowers adorning her hair. Lien turned around and smiled at the younger nation.
"Yes, Mei?" she asked, a small unnoticeable smile on her lips.
"Who were you talking to?" Mei chirped.
"Ah, I just asked a maid to drop something off. I thought you were with Maria?" Lien didn't Mei to start babbling this to her brothers.
"Maria went home; she didn't need to stay here any longer." Lien felt a bit sad at that. She did want to have a small chat to Maria, representation of the Philippines. "Are you going too?" Mei whined, not wanting to be left with her Sensei and brothers.

Lien was about to give her reply, when a maid came dashing over.

"Ma'am," she began with, puffing. "The girl who you brought to the office is fine now." Lien gave a frown. How could the European girl have recovered so quickly? She was just here a mere 5 minutes ago. Mei had a confused expression as Lien dashed off with the maid, to check on this girl.

Mei pouted in annoyance as she saw her older sister run off. "Everyone is leaving me today," the Taiwanese huffed. She decided to give up on her Vietnamese sister and look for Yong Soo; he wouldn't at least abandon her- right?

Mei sighed and walked back to Main Asian Room; passing by the old Mongolian who made no expression as he brushed passed her. Mei swore she got slight chills as he passed him. But that was soon forgotten as she heard music blasting from the Main Asian Room. Grinning, she dashed into the room and joined the little K-Pop party with her brother, Yong Soo.


Chiara groaned as the floor hugged her, her body filled with pain all over. The throbbing of her previous headache was somewhere in there, but not as strong. She slowly shut her eyes, slipping into unconsciousness.

She would've, until a German voice yelled out, "Mein Gott! Are you okay?" Chiara's eyes snapped open. She tried lifting her limbs to defend herself, feeling nervous at the voice. She was too slow though, as a red-eyed albino stooped in front of her, wide-eyed.

"Don't fucking touch me, bastard," Chiara hissed. She felt very defensive, since she wasn't able to pin the guy down and beat the crap out of him. Why on earth did she want to beat up a person who was trying to help her? Because he looked like that annoying sister of the potato bitch, Monica Beilschmidt. She didn't really trust albinos too.
"Whoa, calm down," the albino chuckled. "The awesome me won't hurt you."

Chiara yelped as he scooped her up in his arms. She tried struggling; but her limbs weren't really responding to her, as pain shot through them. She gave a groan of agony of the pain, causing the German albino to panic. Maybe it was a bad idea to pick this person up, whoever she was.

"Let me go," she huffed, trying to slip out of his arms. The albino widened his eyes. He'd hadn't seen a person like this in a while. Somebody with a fighting spirit no matter which situation.
"Pfft, I doubt you'll be able to go anywhere in that condition," he commented, smirking. Chiara narrowed her eyes and tried to retort to his comment, only to pass out.

"Gil!" Antonio called out, looking for his friend. They were searching for the source of the loud thump, when Gil claimed her saw it. He sprinted off, leaving the rest of them in the dust.

"Don't worry, I found it. Or more specifically, her." Gilbert's voice rang out through the hall.
"What are you talking about?" Francis sighed, Arthur behind him. Antonio frowned. Another girl?

He saw his former nation friend carrying a olive-skinned girl with dark hair held back in a head-band. He almost lost his breath for a moment, as he noticed something that struck something in his soul. She had a curl- an adhoge which only a nation could receive. To be even more specifically, it was exactly like Romano's.

"Who is she," he asked quietly, causing Francis to chuckle.
"Ah Toni, taking a liking to someone, I see?" Antonio glared at him.
"No," he replied, miffed. "She has an adhoge."

The three nations pressed closer and did realize that Antonio's observation was correct. Even Gilbert widened his eyes in realization at the girl's curl. A thought struck them.

A new nation?

Francis immediately moved closer. "Oh, she'll be coming home with me." He was shoved aside by Arthur. "You git! She's probably already been discovered, there's no new European countries!"

Francis pulled a face at Arthur. "Well, she looks like she's from the Mediterranean, we would have already been informed when somebody like her," he glanced at the olive-skinned girl then back to Arthur, "Is at that stage in nation youth."

The rest of the nations realized this. It would be impossible to find a grown up nation without seeing the child start first. They took one more look. How on earth could this be?

"Well," Arthur said huffily, "You can't just claim territory on her. She hasn't even woken up yet."
"Your empire is already large enough, Angleterre!" Francis yelled out in annoyance.
"Well, you can't seem to let go of your colonies," Arthur retorted.
"Everyone, calm down!" Antonio pleaded, not liking the situation.
"Shut up, Toni!" Francis snapped, glaring at him. Antonio felt his blood boiling.
"Everyone, shut it!" Gilbert tried to yell, helping Antonio. "If you wake the girl up, you're only going to make the situation worse. We have to get her to a medical service here so we'll be able to question her in peace."

Arthur huffed, knowing that Gilbert's logic was correct. "Fine," Francis replied, sticking his nose in the air. "I just know she won't join Angleterre. After all, who wants to join a loner?"

Francis was about to get a bruised eyes when Antonio stepped in front of Arthur.

"Don't," Antonio warned. "You can continue your brawl after this is finished, alright mi amigos?"

Arthur sighed and agreed with the Iberian nation before shuffling off with the rest.


"So," Sakura started, sighing as she looked out of the window. "What do we do now?"

Rose looked back in her bag to try and pull out the book that brought them to this strange place. She was met with nothing, and plopped next to Sakura on the window seat. "We have to hope we get accepted. We need that book to get home."

The girls had just come back from the maid examination. They wandered to a small place with some chairs and a window seat, so they decided to wait there for the results. Since there were no maids applying, as the maid boss said, it wouldn't be long to evaluate their performance.

Sakura saw Rose's face full of discomfort at their environment. Sakura could relate, she was feeling like she didn't belong here and something was definitely off. She was about to open her mouth to say something, when Amelia interrupted her with her whining.

"I can't get any internet!" she wailed, holding her phone up, desperately looking for a wi-fi hotspot. "I found some, but I can't hack into them! I'm so screwed," she lamented.
"Keep your voice down, we don't want people noticing us," Rose said in a soft voice. At this, Amelia whipped her head around. Since when was Rose this calm at an action like this? Shouldn't she be telling her off about manners or something?
"Yo, are you okay?" she asked, genuinely feeling concerned. Rose shook her head feeling weak. Sakura put her hand on her forehead, checking for any fevers.
"You're fine," Sakura commented. "But you should really get some sleep."
"We can't leave this building," Rose said back firmly. "We can't risk it."

Amelia sat on the other side of Rose. "Why?" Amelia wasn't quite sure of the situation.

Rose sucked her breath. "We shouldn't be here, but we leave this place either. Sakura and I's theory is that there are already nation representations here. We can't say here- we might upset the balance. That was what the book was talking about. We might disappear forever if we stay here."

Amelia frowned. "Then Antonio was-"
"Antonio was most likely the representation of Spain." Rose said sighing. Amelia then went into shock- what about their counterparts?
"If you see somebody who looks like your counterpart, or any of ours," Rose stated, as if reading Amelia's mind, "Stay clear away from them. I know we won't be able to handle it."

And Rose was right. Amelia knew she would faint right away if she saw her counterpart- all the girls would; it would be too hard to comprehend.

Sakura tried to reassure Amelia's worries. "We probably won't be able to see them anyway. I'm sure we have passed the maid examination, Amelia-san. It will be no trouble getting the book."

Amelia's eyes started to water. If it wasn't for Sakura, she wouldn't feel loved. She flung herself onto Sakura with a bear crushing hug yelling thank you's. Rose then tried to peel the nation off, which then turned into a struggle of hugging, Sakura caught in the middle.

Sakura faced the window, trying to separate herself from the duo. A beautiful garden and fountain lay out, and Sakura was suddenly reminded of her sweet little bamboo grove- until she was nearly choked by Amelia.

"You idiot! You're strangling Sakura!" Rose screamed.
"Bitch, you are too!" Amelia retorted with a snort, making the situation more unbearable as her breasts began to squish poor Sakura's face. Sakura tried to give herself some air, her vision going a bit blurry. However, before she could let herself go, something snapped her back and gave her renewed strength. Somebody familiar was walking through the garden- a person who often despised Monica. She let out words through gasps, "Chiara-san?"


"Are you alright?" was the first thing Alice heard when she woke up. She rubbed her head to see a concerned Asian girl looking at her with kind eyes. She looked around to see a white curtain and she was lying down in a bed.
"Ah, yes I am," Alice replied, yawning and blinking. "Why am I here?"

The Asian girl smiled in relief. "I found you passed out in the hallway. You woke up but you started to feel sick so I brought you here. You should be fine now."

Alice frowned. She was sick? When? How on earth did she pass out? As she thought harder, her mind began to throb with pain.

"Urgh.. I can't remember anything," Alice muttered. The Asian girl widened her eyes.
"Stay here," she asked, standing up. "I'll go get somebody to check on you."

Alice gave a nod of thanks to the kind stranger and looked out of the window, sitting up. She felt a relieved that she wasn't left out in the street or something like that. There were some good people out here. She then tried to access her memory again, but a painful throb only appeared.

Alice jumped a little bit as the door to the little nurse's office opened. She turned her head around as she sat up straight and saw four men rush into the room. One was an albino, a Spanish-looking man, two blonde men – one with extremely bushy eyebrows- and a olive-skinned girl in the albino's arms.

They set her down in the bed muttering words. Alice narrowed her eyes to get a closer look at the girl. Her eyes widened in shock as she recognized her- it was her sister, Chiara! Why was she here in the company of these men?

"Sorella!" she yelled loudly, causing the 4 men to jump in surprise at her loudness. She jumped out the bed with renewed energy and rushed to her sister's side and started shaking her.

"Sorella!" she yelled again, but to be pulled away by the albino.
"Who are you? Stop it!" he exclaimed, confused at the random girl's actions. The Spaniard immediately nudged the albino. "Sorella in Italian means sister, she obviously knows her." He whispered to his friend.

"Let go of me!" she hissed, shoving the albino aside and started shaking her sister. "I'm her sister, who the hell are you?" The albino was taken aback by her strong personality.
"I'm Gilbert, and we found your sister."
"What?" Alice exclaimed, surprised. "What do you mean found?"
"She was unconscious in the corridor," the blonde man with bushy eyebrows said. "We brought her here out of concern. Are you her relative?"

Alice narrowed her eyes. It was just an Englishman… she shouldn't hold a grudge.

"Yes, I'm her sister," she replied, looking straight at him, causing the Englishman to flinch. The Spaniard then approached her with a friendly smile.
"I'm Antonio. Did you know she ended up here?"
"No," Alice replied with a sunny smile. She took a liking to the man immediately; he reminded her lot of Carmen. Carmen was a very nice person, despite her sister holding a grudge against her. "I'm not quite sure how I ended up here as well."

Antonio inwardly frowned. 5 girls now appeared in this building very suspiciously. He did feel very friendly and welcoming to these two girls though- especially when they were potential nations.

"Quoi? Why so, belle fille?" the other blonde man asked Alice. Alice frowned. "I'm not quite sure. My Sorella and I-" she stopped, feeling pain rush to her head when she tried to retrieve information of what happened.

Antonio touched her, holding her to try and support her. "I don't really remember anything of what happened just then," she groaned, feeling more pain.

"Francis?" a voice called out confused. The Frenchman turned around and Alice saw the kind Asian girl stare in shock at the situation. For the third time today, Alice fainted.

"What are you doing?" Lien exclaimed, running over to the girl. She glared at Francis, who gave her an apologetic smile.
"She's this girl's sister," he said simply, but Lien still narrowed her eyes at him. The other men felt uncomfortable. Nothing was as scary as an angry woman, as they had just experienced. They also heard rumours of Vietnam and France's relationship- but looking at them in this situation; their relationship must've gone deeper than that.

"Could you please put her on the bed?" Lien asked softly to Antonio. Antonio nodded and dropped the girl in the bed next to her sister. Lien sucked her breath.
"What brings you here anyway?" Lien asked, mostly directing the question at Francis. Arthur and Gilbert seemed to back away slightly from Francis, so they wouldn't get in the fight. But Francis didn't care. He'd face an annoyed Asian woman that he had a relationship with before, like a man.

"We found this jolie fille unconscious in the corridor. So we brought here. Coincidently," he said with a smirk on his face, "Your patient is her sister."

Lien looked at him and sighed. "Very well. Just don't harm them."

Antonio decided to speak out. "Are they nations?"
Lien frowned. "No, not that I know of. Why?"
"They have the adhoge." Antonio replied, pointing at the girl they picked up. He then touched the curl, but it bounced and the girl sprang to life, face burning.
"CHIGI!" she yelled, frightened. She brought the covers up to cover herself for some reason, but the other 5 nations has jumped backwards, startled at her action.

"Who the fuck are you?" she demanded, feeling scared of what situation she was. She was in a room with 4 men –one of them definitely looking like a Spaniard- and an Asian girl who didn't look so bad. They all stared at her, mouth agape, but Gilbert just chuckled.

'She's still got the feisty spirit after she passed out.' He thought laughing. The girl, annoyed at why he was laughing at her, picked up a vase next to her and held it in an attack position.

"Dear, just calm down," Arthur said, trying to reassure the terrified Italian girl.
"Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?" she said back, eyes flashing. Her eyes then fell on the bed next to her, and she saw her sister.
"Alice?" she whispered, absolutely bewildered. She threw the vase away carelessly, rushing over to the bed.

This made Gilbert laugh even harder, and also making the other 5 people in the room to stare at him. But the 3 other men realized what he was laughing at, and they too began to laugh at the situation.
"The hell is your problem?" she asked annoyed.

Gilbert walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder which greatly annoyed her. "Because she did the exact same thing."

The girl narrowed her eyes. "What exactly do you mean; albino potato?"

Potato- often a term to Ludwig by Lovino and sometimes a term for Gilbert.
At this point, the whole room went silence in shock, the majority the European men. Lien just stood there, silent because the other men were.
"Where do you come from?" Antonio asked, his voice in a demanding tone. The girl looked confused, as well as annoyed by his tone.
"Southern Italy, why jerk face?" she replied with scornfully.

Antonio would not give up. He wasn't feeling the usual sunny person he was. He was feeling the inner badass boss from his Empire days.

This girl had to be a new nation. Not many Italians would go out of their way to call a German person a potato. Only the representation would.

"What part?" The girl flipped her hair, making her seem quite beautiful for a second before her face twisted into a scowl.
"Italy, Southern part. Where Rome is. Don't tell me Spaniard, that you don't even know where that it." She hissed, putting her hands on her hips. Antonio gave a genuine smile.
"Oh, I see. Do you like tomatoes?" The Italian was about to answer by saying, "Jerk of co-"

But she caught herself.

Why would he be asking her nationality? They barely gave a proper introduction! She glared at him.

"Look," she started in a serious tone. "I have no fucking idea where I am. You have no right to ask me personal questions when I'm in this state."
"Oh, is asking if you like vegetables a personal one?" The Italian girl literally nearly went on fire.
"Carreido, stop," Lien stated, wanting to calm the situation down. She then smiled at the Italian.
"Excuse us for a moment."

"What are you doing?" Lien hissed, glaring at all 4 men as if it was their entire fault. Francis looked particularly hurt by her glares.
"She just woke up by passing out! She's no criminal, why are you interrogating her?"
"Is seriously asking somebody if they like a certain vegetable an interrogation?" Antonio asked, laughing.
"Look," Lien started. "I found her sister passed out. She was likely in the same situation. They both must be pretty tired. I don't know what your deal is, but leave them alone."

The 4 men were silent for a bit, as Arthur sighed and nodded.

"Alright. It was only because of this frog I wanted to come anyway," he muttered, only to have Francis shoot him a look. Lien sighed, these Europeans will always be the same.
"So you're going to stay with them, my guess?" Gilbert asked with a smirk. "You should give them some space."
"I don't think they'd want to share some space with some men who are going to make them feel confused and uncomfortable."

Lien huffed and turned around, opening the door to the room and shutting it.

"Hey, Francis?" Gilbert asked smiling.
"I can see why you liked her. She's one hell of a woman," he chuckled, being slightly reminded of Elizabeta. Francis slowly nodded his head as Arthur sighed.

Francis was in a serious relationship with this woman? A nation representation as well, who seemed quite nice. Female representations close to him were usually taken or just plain weird. Such as Natalia, Katyusha and Elizabetva. Vash would blow him up if he went with Lili, and Lili was far too young anyway. He couldn't help but feel jealous; he was close to another female nation, but she too was caught up between him and Francis.

"Jealous, Angelterre?" Francis asked, smirking. Arthur literally almost thwacked him.


Lien sighed as she closed the door. "Sorry about that," she said smiling. The Italian girl just seemed to stare at her, perplexed on why she was helping her.

"Let me guess, the jerks sent you to interrogate me?" She asked, puffing a strand of hair out of her face. Lien gave a friendly laugh, wincing slightly in her head.
"No, but they would like to interrogate you. I just want to make sure you're okay."
The Italian still wasn't convinced and raised an eyebrow.
"And why on earth would you want to help me? Mio dio, who are you?"
"I'm Lien, and I'm helping you because you're injured in some way. I'm not just going to leave somebody in the arms of," she paused smirking, "those guys."

The Italian actually laughed, smiling. The girls had a little giggle session when it quieted down. "Well, grazie. I'm Chiara," she replied. She turned her head over to the girl in the other bed.

"That's my sister, Alice." She said softly. "Can you tell us where we are?"

Lien frowned. "You-you don't know where we are?"
"I kind of fainted, how on earth should I know?" Chiara replied huffily. Lien smiled sympathetically.
"You're just in a medical room. You're just in a World Building. It's a bit confidential. I'm guessing you must be an important figure, yes?"

Chiara froze. World building. Her pupils slowly looked at Lien. She'd never seen her before in her years, yet Lien was talking as if she'd been here for a long time. Hell yes she was an important figure, she was representation of South Italy.

Lien frowned. "Chiara, are you okay…?"
Chiara's eyes flashed as she snapped a question at Lien. "I'm an important figure. But that's confidential," she replied with a smile. She didn't feel like revealing who she really was; as she only knew this girl for a few minutes. And she was pretty sure she'd babble it to somebody else.

Lien laughed at Chiara's reply. "Alright then. Do you need medication or anything?"
Chiara shook her head, a smile on her face. "Grazie, but-" She was interrupted by a groan.
"S-sorella?" a voice weakly called out. Chiara saw her sister have a pale face but smiling. "You're awake," she said cheerfully.
"Idiota!" Chiara screeched, running over to her sister and forcing her back into the bed. "You have a fever!"
"I'm alright," her sister stated, trying to struggle but feeling pain instead. She gave a soft groan and fell back into the bed. Lien hurried over with a cloth and some medicine.
"I'll take care of it," Lien said, patting the cloth on the girl's head. Chiara scowled.
"She's my sister! I'll take care of her!" Lien sighed.
"Look, you're not faring any better and I don't want to force you to work. Just take it as a random act of kindness. You should look around the building before you do your confidential work."

Chiara was astounded by Lien's kindness. She looked at her with wide eyes. "I'll stay here," she mumbled stubbornly. Lien gave a gentle smile.
"No, I insist. Go take a look around the building. If you get lost, you can contact me by this," Lien said, taking out a small phone out of a drawer.

Chiara took in this offer. If she looked around the building, she could find her way out and see where to go. She could see where she really was; and that would mean this 'confidential' nonsense would come to an end. After all, there was only one World Building.

"Alright," Chiara said smiling, having different plans. Lien smiled in return.

Chiara said goodbye quietly to her sister as she left the room; feeling a pang of guilt that she was lying to the kind Asian girl. She trusted her sister in that woman's hands. She gave a small inward punch to remind her of her short mission as she stepped out of the door and closed it.

Her mission: Discover where the fuck she was and try and to take her sister with her.

-
The four nation walked outside to the garden, not wanting to face the wrath of an angry woman.

An Asian angry woman to be precise. They knew very well if they re-entered, who knows what she could do. Advice from Francis anyway.

"Well, Arthur, you ruined our little view with the maids back there," Antonio said, laughing, trying to lift the atmosphere. Arthur just couldn't understand this guy. He was the sunniest and happiest person; then acting like a policeman to some girls –which was quite strange since he was of the most romantic countries in the world- and then acting sunny again.
"Bloody hell," Arthur muttered, turning around, wanting to walk away. He was stopped by Francis as he wrapped his arms around his neck.
"Why don't you join us to view them again?" Francis purred seductively. "It will be fun Angelterre~"
Arthur thwacked him.
"I'm a gentlemen! Not some pervert like you!" he yelled huffily, turning around sharply; feeling his elbow hit something in the process.
"Oh My GOD!" a female voice yelped, causing Arthur to look around confused. He saw the shocked faces of Gilbert, Francis and Antonio.
"Mein Gott man," Gilbert muttered. Arthur finally turned around to see a girl with fluffy blonde hair look up at him with small little tear drops in her eyes, clutching her nose. He could see a small trail of blood flowing from her face.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry!" Arthur exclaimed, his gentleman senses being switched on. Francis and Antonio literally almost burst into laughter and the character change, while Gilbert had his eyes somewhere else.

Dang, did that girl have some big ones.

"Oh my god," the girl muttered, as Arthur pulled a random pure white handkerchief from his pocket. "Remove your hands dear," he said gently, and the girl lifted her hands away from her face, revealing a river of blood and clear baby blue eyes. Arthur almost dropped his handkerchief- she looked exactly like Alfred. Also, her breasts were pretty large- making Arthur slap himself mentally. No, he was a gentleman!

The girl also froze slightly as well.

Francis gave a giggle whispered something to Antonio, "Looks like he's found his woman," he commented. Of course Arthur was about to hit him again, when the girl's eyes lit up.

"Eh, uh, um your eyebrows," she commented, trying to stifle her laughter. Arthur's blood almost ran cold as the trio behind him began to laugh at her comment.
"Uh, are you injured anywhere else?" Arthur asked, flushing. His eyebrows weren't strange! Were they? His mind now filled with concern.
"Nope, I'm fine. Can I have that tissue?" she asked, acting as if the blood flowing from her nose was nothing, reminding Antonio of when they first encountered. Strong girl.
"It's a handkerchief." Arthur said, frowning. She frowned as well.

"Arthur, it's a damn tissue!" Gilbert called out laughing. Arthur was about to scowl when he realized he still had the patient in front of him. He then began to wipe her nose slightly with the blood, causing the girl to flinch.
"We don't want you to have you dealing with your own blood, do we?" he asked, a kind smile on his face. The girl flushed, making Arthur feel slightly proud.

'Take that, Francis.' Arthur thought triumphantly. He could be Casanova if he wanted to. Being a gentleman always worked on the ladies.

"Uh, thanks," the girl said smiling, as the blood loss stopped. Francis walked towards her, stepping in front of Arthur who jumped at his action. "What brings a beautiful flower like you here?" he asked with a flirty smile, winking as he took her hand. However she saw behind him a man she knew.

"Antonio?" she asked, a bit shocked that she had run into him again.
"Ah, hola Amelia. How was the maid examination?" Amelia felt her blood running cold. Did this mean that the men around her were representations as well?

She knew very well that she couldn't knock them out, as hard as she tried. Violence was usually her first action, but Rose specially told her that she had to avoid the potential representations. And she would actually listen to that advice, because her gut was telling her there would be consequences for any brash actions.

"It-it was alright," she said, gulping. This was one of the few times she was being nervous. Such as the time when she and Sakura were about to watch Grave Encounters- she fainted before the movie even started.

"Ah, do you want to spend some time with us then? Your examination must've finished, hasn't it?"
"Yes, yes it has," Amelia replied, forcing a confident smile on her face. The three other men looked confused- why was she acting nervous around this sunny man? "I'm kind of busy right now, so I can't spend any time with you," she added, trying to give an apologetic smile. It worked.
"Ah, I see," Antonio said, still smiling. Amelia felt her muscles relax. They didn't have to panic- anyone could see Antonio was a nice guy. Same to Carmen as well.
"Whoa, that's right! You're one of the girls who applied for the maid jobs!" One of the men exclaimed. Amelia's eyes darted over to an albino with a German accent.

Her mind almost blew up with panic. How on earth did he know? She did not want to chat- even though the guys did seem pretty hot- she shook her head mentally from that thought.

"That's correct!" Amelia said loudly, trying to regain confidence in speaking to these men. She then cocked her head to side grinning. "How did you know?" the men looked surprised at her outburst. Antonio seemed to give a smile, but a quizzical look in his eyes.

"Oh, we spotted you while applying," the blonde man who complimented her said, giving a flirty grin. Amelia's eyes widened. Wait, spotted? Oh dear lord, in that tiny ass little maid suit… She tried to keep the fiery blush down as the man laughed.

"I'm Francis… Amelia, was it?" he asked smiling. She heaved a sigh in relief. Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy-
"You looked especially cute in that outfit too, Amelia," he commented grinning. Amelia opened her mouth in shock. Okay, so she did sometimes flounce her body whenever, but hell to the no was this random guy she just met comment on her ass! Or breasts, either way.

"Excuse me?" Amelia huffed, glaring at him. Arthur sighed, giving Francis a look that said, 'The Gentlemen way always works, bastard.'

Gilbert was watching the scene, almost about to burst into the laughter. This girl was very interesting; almost like Hungary in a way.

"Amelia-san!" a voice called out. 5 heads turned around to see a petite girl with a red face run into the small area. She froze at the sight of the 4 other men, recognizing Antonio immediately.

Antonio also smiled. He might be able to figure this out more easily now.


A/N: Uploading names later. Thank you for reading!