This is an England and OC story y'all, so if this is not your cup of tea (get it? Cup of tea, because England is Britain and there all about the tea over there...ok guess not -3-) then I advise you to please hit the back button at this time.

Disclaimer: Never will I ever own Hetalia...*sigh*

This story will be set in the OC's P.O.V (Until I decide otherwise)

Kehe~ Let's Go!

"Pasta" - Normal Convo

'Pasta'- Normal Thinking

(Pasta)- Riku's Inner thoughts

*Pasta*- Authors Convo


I guess I must've slept through the whole ride cause when I finally came to I noticed that we had arrived in a town; I had woken up in a nice soft red chair. I also smell something very good.

"Ve~ Riku your awake!~ Come and have'a some food!"Italy's voice snaps me back into reality as I sit up straight and finally realize that I am in a restaurant?

"Huh?" I ask myself; I couldn't have possibly have been asleep for that long?

"Oh, Riku-san your finery awake" I turn to see Japan sitting in a chair next to me. "Um.. where are we?" I ask him.

"We were pranning on having a meeting then, Itary-kun and America-san got hungry and somehow ended up convincing ererybody to come to this restaurant." I nod in understanding,

Wait?

If we're in Britain, then how come Italy is eating pasta and they're not commenting on how terrible the food is?

"Since Ingrisu-san has bad taste in food, we came here. Although the miso soup here is nothing like my home, it will do.." Japan is so matter-of-factly that you can't even take his insults seriously as one normally would. "So, what's the plan after this then?" I ask; I mean I much better prefer asking Japan then Britain.

"After this we were pranning on calling it a day." Of course they were, I guess I kinda hoped we were gonna find a way to help me. (I can't be too selfish though, they've already agreed to take me in. I guess for now I just have to be patient.) "But I berieve that tomorrow we are gonna to try and find out your situation while holding our meeting." Wow..really?

"Yo, Riku!" America's voice is a lot closer than I thought and when I turn slightly I feel my cheek touch a plate. "Wha-?"

"WE'RE ABOUT TO LEAVE BRO! YOU HAVE TO BE STARVING, AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT?!" I look at the plate and see a chicken burger filled with lettuce, tomato, pickle, and green peppers, along with some fries on the side. (Of course America would go for the burgers..) I think while chuckling a bit.

"Thanks, it looks good." I add as I take the plate in my hands; I don't have time to take a bite when a hand pulls me off the chair-I almost have to catch myself from dropping the plate.

"YOU CAN'T EAT HERE DUDE! COME OVER HERE; THAT'S WHERE THE FUN IS!" America leads me to a table in the middle of the restaurant. I sit between Britain and Italy. "Riku! Riku, try some of my'a pasta! Ve~" Italy states as he offers me a fork of spaghetti, I smile nervously as I open my mouth and allow the noodles along with the nice, thin and sweet sauce to run down my throat. (Hmm It's not too bad..)

"It's pretty good.." I say (I give it a 5 outta 10)

"Ve~ It's still a piece of crap but it's still' a pasta so I can't hate it!"

"Excuse you! But no one's forcing you to eat the damn thing. You ungrateful little Git!"

"Ve~ Doitsu~ Britain's 'a scarring meee~" Italy whines as he quickly gets behind Germany. He really does move fast. "Don't vorry Italen, but it's true you can't just insult someone's cooking like zhat."

"Ve~? But I tell you I don't 'a like your ugly wurst all the time!" If Germany is trying to hide his eyebrow twitch, then he's not really doing such a good job at it.

"A-Archloch! Zat's is not zhe point!" By now America and China were laughing, and Japan was merely smiling in amusement. I can't help but let a small giggle (Giggle? Guys don't giggle!)*Riku don't you do this...* (GUYS DO NOT GIGGLE!) Huh? That's weird for a second I thought I heard something.

"Riku-san, is something wrong?" Japan asks, I shake my head "No, I just thought I heard something just now. Probably my imagination." I convince him (mostly myself) and resume to eating my burger.

"Oh Riku look at you, you must have been very hungry, oui?" I lift my head and a napkin is already wiping my mouth. "You look so adorable with mayo all over your mouth, mon amour desordonne" I blush out of embarrassment that maybe I may have been really eating messy. "T-thank you France" I say as I try to eat normally.

We spend a couple of minutes just chatting (Mostly them asking me more questions) until finally Britain is the one who ends everything. "Are we almost done here; I don't know about you all but I know that we have to be up very early tomorrow!" Britain was the only one who was complaining the entire time. " Uh, why do you all have to get up early?" I decide to ask: Bad choice.

"We were gonna meet at 10:00 but thanks to a clumsy Git we have to be early to help him out." Britain adds. He might've as well said 'because of you.'. "If it bothers you so much then don't go, it's not like you'll know a way to help." I add with my angry pout.

"OHHH IGGY, YOU GOT SERVED!" I wasn't really hoping for an audience; that obviously also didn't sit right with Britain as he got up abruptly and walked away "Well I'm going home, you wankers can do what you want." He's seriously forgetting that I'm going to be living with him?

"Wait for me!" I yell as I excuse myself and try to catch up to him...he's really dramatic isn't he?

Luckily I was able to make to it him outside the restaurant, I walk next to him and take a glance at him, he looks less angrier than before (If that's even possible for him) His eyebrow is still twitching however. "It would have been hard to find your place if I wouldn't have caught up with you."

"Your not a child, ask for directions. Or do you need an adult to hold your hand so that you won't fall or something" I cautiously slow my walking as to where I'm behind.

"What a jerk.." I mumble lowly. 'Seriously? Who in the world does he think he is? He thinks he's so smart but he's nothing but an ignorant bully! If I had the nerve I would 'Kapow!' and 'Klonk'! him up side the head.' -(I could do it right now if I wanted to, but a certain AUTHOR doesn't allow me!)-
*Because it's not in the story!* -(Like I give a f-)-

"Hey!"

I regain my posture and facial expression once I see Britain looking at me as if I have completely lost my brain cells. I give him a happily normal smile as I wave 'kindly'. Seriously where did those voices come from?

"If you have the audacity to make gestures towards my back; how about getting in front.." How did he know!?

"..." groaning I make my way towards the front and walk silently. 'Maybe I should've taken my chance with America..' My mistake..


Britain's house isn't as far as I thought it would be; it's literally a 15 minute walk and perfect for someone who loves to walk (*cough* me *cough*) About a mile away from the town there was a sidewalk with bushes which contain a bunch of pretty flowers; it's amazing and does that look like a maze.

"I've never seen a maze before, you must get lost easily huh?" I comment as I look at it in awe; maybe I can walk in it one day and see if I find my way out.

"It's really not that complex, some people just don't know how to use their heads.."

I give up...

There's no way to speak to this guy! With an angry pout I sigh and don't speak another word until we reach the inside of the house-or should I say mansion.

It's absolutely amazing inside; funny thing is it could pass a regular house only with curved like stairs and marbled furniture along with maids roaming around. "woahh.." I let a sound escape my lips at the realization that I'll be living in such luxury.

"Tch, it's really not all what it appears." Not really! This place is breath-taking. "Well, I think it's beautiful.." I add as I look around the room and walk towards the chimney; the walls are white but the bricks have a yellowish nude to them. My gaze stops at a picture frame of a young boy with that identical hairstyle, those famous emerald eyes, and the highly notable eyebrows; only...his gaze is somewhat sad and why do I get the urge to cry when looking at it.

I didn't even acknowledge when Britain walked over and snatched the picture and replaced it with another one "I thought I told America not to leave it here...that twit" He mumbled but it sounded like a lie almost.

I cough trying to get rid of the awkward atmosphere that suddenly came and told him how amazed I am with the house "You keep it so maintainable, just like the rose garden.." I take one last look at every single thing before turning back to him "Of course it's to be expected; Britain has such amazing ornaments for households it's remarkable."

"Er, yes, well..." Hm? He seems to be a little flustered, did I say something wrong? Huh? I don't feel hot maybe he may be getting sick if his face is red.

"...It's really nothing grand, I just believe everyone deserves to have nice things if they want.." He seems to have regain his posture as he walks towards the main lobby and up the stairs; as we pass by the kitchen I see three women whispering amongst each other and one of them looks my way. I wonder what their saying?

After coming up the set of stairs I see two hallways filled with rooms! Well the left hallways has the most rooms I believe a total of 8 and the right only has two rooms. 'Is that room Britain's?' I think to myself.

"Their so many rooms..." I say to myself.

"America has the tendency to turn my home into one of his foolish pass-times so I prefer to have peace and quiet across from him and everyone else." He answers as he leads me to the very last room towards the end of the left hall.

"This will be your room for now." He says as he pulls out a key and gives it to me "I expect you to try and not lose this; However with how clumsy you appear to be I'm prepared to already have 10 copies available.

"I am not clumsy; so don't worry." I tell him angrily. Hmph, I just tripped- everyone does it.

"Come down when your done.." With that he walks back downstairs. (He's so serious! UGH!) I look at the key and finally realizing that I'm going to be living in this magnificent house, I quickly place my key in the hole and turn the knob; I open the door and am frozen into my place-a king bed with white bedding and beige pillows, a dark brown marbled desk with a HUGE mirror on top, a window that literally goes from the ceiling to the ground and the floor is a white rug that releases an intoxicating smell.

"It's so simple but it's presence makes it look much more than just a bed with two dressers.." I comment as I notice two doors; I feel like a kid getting excited over a room, but who cares!

Going to the first door I open it and come across the closet; It's like walking into a hallway with an end! (Luckily..) Are all of the room in this house like this; if so this must've caused Britain a fortune.

"Huh? What's that?" on top of one of the shelves I see a small square with what looks like a door knob; I can't reach it without a chair. "I shouldn't worry about it now.." I decide as I turn off the lights and close the door; I make my way to the last door, which I'm assuming is the bathroom and open it slowly and turn on the light.

I have died!

I think the bathroom is my favorite in comparing to the room, the shower door has a glass like texture and the toilet is also a marbled beige color, the sink is dark-brown and it appears to already have a new pack of toothpaste, toothbrush, and soaps. What I love most is the light, they use one of those light-saver bulbs where the color is white instead of the normal yellow.

"Mmm" It even smells like oranges in here; no wonder America and the others come here often it's like a five-star hotel.

To think this is where I'm going to be showering a-

Wait a minute...

Showering?

...

...

Britain is going to kill me


I slowly walk downstairs and think about how I'm going to go about of telling him.

'Come down when your ready..'

The issue is he said that to me 20 minutes ago-yes that means I've been googaly-gagging the room for 20 minutes. Don't judge me!

I hear muffled voices in the kitchen and sigh mentally (Just get it over with Riku! He shouldn't say anything! Of course your not going to have clothes!)

Listening to myself I calmly make my way towards him but get nervous once I see the women from before glancing my way. Britain stops mid-sentence and turns toward me, eyes me up and down and asks "Please tell me you didn't spend 20 minutes doing nonsense.."

"Um..well I d-don't have anything to wear.." I answer as I look at my hands which are fiddling with my shirt. Gathering the urge I glance up at him to see him rubbing his temple and his eyebrow twitching. "Bloody hell..." I complains lowly before looking at one of the ladies "Annalise, take a towel to the bathroom."

"Yes, Sir Britain.." Annalise left the kitchen but not before giving me a smile and a pat on my shoulder 'What was that about?'

"You."

Flinching out of trance I see Britain looking at me with his regular monotone-emotionless-eyes "Follow me."

"O-ok.." I follow him back upstairs where in the end he gave me one of his T-shirts, his pants were to long I almost tripped.

"Bloody hell, How can a guy be so small. You too feminine its nauseating."

"Hey! It's not like I asked to be like this! Either way how can your pants be so huge! Your obviously getting fat!"

"Excuse you! I happen to be in perfect shape mind you, you little girlish twit!"

"Whatever keeps your mind sane.."

"Actually, I should just ship you to Froggy legs.."

"N-NO PLEASE DON'T!"

"Heheh, now then am I fat?"

"No.."

"Good."

I hope we can be able to live together without killing one another. Better yet, I hope I can handle dealing with a guy who's so uptight! I head towards my room but not before taking one last glance at Britain, this time he meets my gaze and stares at me. 'How can eyes so beautiful look so empty?' I think to myself.

"Hey Frenchie Pants."

"I'M GOING, I'M GOING SHEESH!"

I hear the call end and a chuckle as footsteps head downstairs 'He's cynical, down right cynical...' I think as I turn on the shower.


YEAASS!

Let's keep going, more and more England *fan-girl screaming* I am enjoying these chapters and hopefully you guys too!

Translations (French)

mon amour desordonne = My messy love

Next Time:

"Hello"

"..."

"Uh, are you ok?"

"Are..you talking to me?"

"Sure your the only one here, right?"

"Y-yes! I am!"