Author Notes

I APOLOGIZE that my edits and the first 2 chapters were EXTREMELY messy. I hadn't really planned out the future of the story and just wrote them on the go. I have now started to thoroughly plan out the future of the plot. Hopefully, I won't have to go back to make changes again.

Human names that will be used:

Taiwan: Xiao Mei

Vietnam: Mai Thanh Phạm (Taken by the example by hetaliafanficpetpeeves on tumblr)

South Korea: Im Yong Soo

Hong Kong: Li Xiao Wang (Sometimes jokingly called 'Leon')

Macau: Wong Macao

Thailand: Kasem Chao

Australia: Ralph Andrew

New Zealand: Toby James

Denmark: Mathias Køhler

Northern Ireland: James Kirkland

Scotland: Allistor Kirkland

Wales: Dylan Kirkland

Arthur sighed. First day was okay, everyone was polite and welcoming. They did have tea too so there's a plus. Unlike the other workplace I worked at, which just had coffee. The Brit thought, comparing to his previous workplace back in New York city. It had always been busy and some of the coworkers treated Arthur with little to no respect.

Hopefully Yao will keep his deal. Arthur wished that Yao would not cause him trouble, in exchange for not causing the Chinese trouble either. The Brit thought about an alternative, say, befriend him, but with their past, they both held a grudge. One that would last until they both die.

Arthur was walking back to his house that was a 30 minute walk from the building. Traffic in the U.S was way too busy and he didn't want to waste money on a taxi or bus so he settled on the slower, yet better option.

The Brit lived with his younger brother, James. James had always been a rebellious teenager and didn't like getting told what to do by others. He always wore a scowl on his face that matched the Brit's when he was grumpy. He has short, gray hair with strand of hair hanging forward on the top of his head. He is pretty tall for being the youngest in the family, taller than Arthur by 10cm. Watching over him was no problem, as Arthur had watched over numerous friends, children, and family members.

Arthur was glad that James stayed in his room for most of the time though, at least he didn't have to deal with the teen 24/7.

- Time Skip 28 Minutes -

The Englishman reached the house, inputting his house key and walked inside. He closed the door behind him and hung up his coat. As he did this, he could hear the sound of the TV from inside the next room; the living room. James must be watching some TV. Arthur then decided he would successfully make dinner for the two, and by successfully, I mean not burning the house down.

"Hey! I'm making dinner, alright?"

The Brit shouted, so the North Irish could hear him over the sound of the TV. It was more of a statement than a question, though.

"Like you weren't already going to do that!"

The North Irish shouted back, a bit louder and more agitated. Seems like the Brit interrupted a good TV show the other was watching. The teen was right though, although their food looks like volcanic rock when pulled out of the oven, Arthur had more experience than James. He was currently the oldest one in the household, after all.

The Englishman let out an exasperated sigh in response to the reply. He'll never change, like both of their cooking skills.

After some explosions in the kitchen, Arthur entered the living room, carrying two plates with… whatever those things were MEANT to be. He gave one plate to James, who was visibly invested in the show he was still watching. James took it without looking away from the TV, as his peripheral was enough to know where the plate was being handed to him.

The North Irish mumbled a thank you in response and proceeded to eat it with his hand. The Brit sat down and did the same. He concluded that he'd watch the rest of the show with his younger brother since he had nothing else to do for the time being.

The episode had ended shortly after the two brothers were done eating. Arthur, being the responsible older brother, took the two plates and headed to the kitchen to place them in the sink. The North Irish could and would have himself, but the Brit took the initiative first.

Walking back into the living room, Arthur looked to the TV as it was being changed between channels rather fast. He gazed over at James who, again, looked invested… into finding something else to watch. Arthur decided he'd strike up conversation as he just remembered what had happened today at work.

"So... do you remember Yao?" The Brit asked the North Irish, recalling the Chinese was important to what he was going to say.

"'Course I do, I've never seen him, though. I just recall you talking about him." James responded, with a quite straight-forward and fast reply.

Arthur sighed. "Well, he works at the place I work at, apparently. Haha, I didn't want to have to deal with him so I said I'd put our past behind us if he would do the same. Even though I meant to say I just wouldn't bring it up."

"You couldn't put them behind you, though."

James replied, a bit distracted though, as he didn't notice he hit Arthur where it hurts. The younger brother was right, he hadn't and never will. The Brit's eyes widen as he realized that the North Irish meant the people in the past that he loved the most. He felt a wave of anger wash over him, but it was accompanied by a wave of sadness too.

The North Irish realized that he made a mistake and was quick to apologize.

"Uh- I'm sorry, I-"

"No, no, it's...

fine."

- The Next Morning -

"Greetings, Alfred."

Alfred opened his eyes to be greeted by a tall courtroom-like podium. An excessively tall one, at that. He had just noticed he wasn't in his normal room where he goes to retreat when Kiku is idle; a.k.a, is asleep or doing nothing interesting to Alfred.

The blonde was standing in a small area, surrounded by light pinkish clouds. It was like he was in Heaven… which was the case. Of course, he has been in this similar area before and the distinctive voice was enough for Alfred to know where he was. He looked up, towards the top of the podium.

"Hi, Douglas!" The American addressed the duke, waving his hand in a friendly gesture.

To describe Douglas in the eyes of the blonde, he looked like your average judge in a courtroom. With glasses, and both the grey hair and beard.

"So, do you believe that Kiku is a good choice for you? If not, please explain your reasons."

"Oh yeah! He's pretty chill, though, we was a bit surprised when I, uh, popped up in his room all of a sudden. Overall, I think we're both good to go!" Alfred explained, with enough enthusiasm to make anybody believe that he generally enjoyed the individual he watched over; which was true.

"I knew I should've told you first to tone down the voice before introducing yourself." The old man looked down at some of his papers, mumbling the sentence in the process. Making sure the blonde didn't hear him.

"What?"

"Nevermind. From my understanding, the interactions you have had with Kiku were good experiences, yes?" Douglas asked, wanting to be clarified that the interactions between Alfred and Kiku went well.

"That's right!" The American was overjoyed that he was matched with an exceptional soul to watch over.

"Alright..." Douglas proceeded to write down information regarding Alfred and Kiku on his papers. "It's settled then, you will continue to be Kiku's Guardian Angel. I hope the best for you, Alfred, I know you'll do an excellent job."

"Thanks!" Alfred obliged, stepping back so he can automatically teleport to his room, in Heaven. With a small poof, he was gone in a second.

His brother still needs more time though. Douglas thought to himself.

- A Bit Later -

"Ludwig will give you a tour of the building shortly after you introduce yourself to the rest of our coworkers; since I'm not authorized to do so." Yao explained to Kiku, while walking beside him on the sidewalk, heading towards their building corporation. Kiku gave a slight nod to gesture Yao that he was listening and understood. "And since I know you don't like to talk in front of a crowd, just say your name, age, your country of origin and supposedly a reason for why you want to work at the company."

"Ah, alright. Thank you, Yao-san." The Japanese responded, making a mental note of the advice in the process. The Chinese nodded with pride that his "good" advice has been heard.

There has been one thing on Kiku's mind since he woke up, Alfred was not there. Did he just visit? No, he said he was his Guardian Angel, Kiku would expect a Guardian Angel to watch over a person for that person's entire life. Maybe he couldn't be there unless Kiku was in trouble or feeling down… Only 2 possible reasons out of an endless amount of reasons for Alfred's absence.

"Oh, and the department you work in, where ever you work in the building, of course." Remembering one more important piece of information for Kiku to say when introducing himself, Yao told the other immediately.

"Hm."

He could possibly be watching over me at the moment, without my knowing… Kiku pondered, it seemed so likely, that Kiku almost believed it himself.

"Here it is." Yao gesturing to the building with his hand, when the two of them were a few feet from it. The Chinese held the door open for the Japanese, again, gesturing for him to walk in first.

"Domo arigato." Thanking Yao, Kiku walked through the door into the structure.

A/N

Ahhhh, sorry for a shorter chapter. ;n; I know, it's been about a month, and you guys deserve better and longer, but I've been procrastinating for so long I was overwhelmed and just went with what I had for now.

Again, I apologize, and hopefully I will keep updating this, emphasis on "hopefully".

Thank you for reading!