A/N: Hey guys!

So I was getting worried that I wouldn't be able to update. See, the issue was that I had sent in my laptop to get fixed. I didn't quite realize it was Wednesday until I got home. Then I figured that I would be able to do it tomorrow and apologize for the lateness, but then I realized that I'm going to be working til Sunday, and on Sunday I might be going to see a movie. So I asked Prussia (my friend, if some of you may recall) if I could use his laptop to write this and he gave the okay. So that is good! But if the spacing is weird at all, that is why. It just seems weird to me.

On another note, I wasn't sure how to go about this chapter, really. I mean, I just had a really light chapter last week, so I thought, do I want a depressing one? A cliffhanger? Another happy go lucky chapter? Well, I decided, but you won't find out til the end, muahahaha!

I know that this is still a good month away, but I want you guys informed. The week of August 12th, I probably will not be updating. The reason for that is that my older brother is leaving for the Air Force that week, so I'm going to be out of town so I can see him off. At least that is the plan. I still have to get down there and such. My parents aren't going, which is utter bullshit on their part. So I want to be there for Dylan.

Anyway, enjoy the chapter~!

Lovino's POV

By the time Liz deemed Feliciano ready to actually sleep outside of the infirmary, he had already been assigned a room. So, he told me where he would be when I visited him.

"Ve, fratello, I'll be with Luddy! And some guy who I really don't know. Ve, I'm excited!"

"Wait, I thought that the potatoes were sharing a room with each other?" At least, that was what albino bastard told me.

"Ve, I didn't know vegetables got their own rooms. And how does Luddy have anything to do with them?"

"No, dumbass, I meant...never mind. I thought that Ludwig and Gilbert were sharing a room with each other."

"Oh. Ve, no. Gil is staying with Francis."

"I see." I sigh. Well, I have to talk with the damned burger bastard...I mean Alfred. I'll come see you later."

"Bye bye, fratello!"

I find Alfred in our room. "You needed me?"

Alfred looks up from his comic. "Yeah. Francis told me I need to tell you this since we share a room and all. So, this is by all means a huge house, right?"

"Right..."

"Naturally, the government should help pay for it since it's a bunch of kids living in the house, right?"

"Right."

"Wrong! They don't because there are adults living here too!" Seeing my confusion, Alfred elaborates. "Remember Katyusha?"

"No."

"Miss Braginskaya. The receptionist at the school? She and her siblings live here. Not to mention that nurse that came with you down here."

"Liz is going to be moving out and into her own house soon enough. Anyway, what is the whole fucking point for this whole fucking talk?"

"Right. Well, this is a huge house. Sadly, Kat's income isn't nearly enough to help pay for everything. Electricity and such. So, those of us are old enough have to get jobs."

"Jobs...?"

"Lovino, you need to get a job. When Feliciano gets better, he will too. I'd rather not force you to have a job this soon, but we have to provide for everyone. Sadly, there are enough younger kids here that the kids who are sixteen and older all have to get jobs. It sucks ass, but we gotta do this right?"

"Well, do you at least have some fucking suggestions here?"

"No...Sorry, dude! But you only need a part time job instead of a full time job like Kat."

"By the way, who are her siblings?"

"Well, there's Natalya. She's a little creepy and always clings to her brother.

"Who is the brother?"

Alfred's face immediately darkens. "Ivan Braginski. That damned commie."

That name sounded horribly familiar. "How is he a commie, but his sisters aren't?"

"Simple. Kat's mom is from Ukraine, and Natalia's is from Belarus. Hence why all three of them have different last names.

"Why do you call Ivan a commie, then?" I really want to know why his name is familiar.

"Because he is completely Russian. He actually has his dad's last name. Something about him being the heir to the family or something like that? I don't get involved in all that crap." Alfred stands up and walks out the room. "Anyway, good luck finding a job, Lovilicious Babelicious!"

"That isn't my name, you ass fuck!" I scream at him as he laughs leaving the room.

That was two days ago. So now, here I am, sitting on a park bench in the middle of the city, looking in a newspaper for jobs.

I sigh. "Dammit, this is bullshit."

"I know what you mean."

"Alfred, why the hell are you even here?!" I look at him, pissed, obviously.

"Because it is the job of heroes to help people!"

I sigh again. "Whatever, bastard. Well, do you have any ideas of where I can go? And I swear to fucking God, if you say Olive Garden because I'm fucking Italian, I will fucking kill you."

"Well, there's where I work, but I'm not sure if they're hiring or not."

"I'm not getting a job at fucking McDonald's."

He sighs and stands up. "Well, I'm going to go help get the other new guy a job."

"Someone else new came? Who?"

He shrugs. "I'm not sure. Something with an 'A', though. He had some European accent, though."

"Whatever. I'll be here if you need me, asshole."

"Well, I won't. And even if I do, I have our cell number."

"How the hell did you get that?!"

He smirks. "I have my ways. See ya, Lovilicious Babelicious!"

"GODDAMNIT, ALFRED! STOP FUCKING CALLING ME THAT!"

Sadly, the asshole was already gone by this point. "Fucking asshole." I sigh. "Well, I'll just wander around the fucking town or something."

After about two hours or so, I finally came across a place. "'Mick and Sophie's Cappuccino?'Odd name. But there is a wanted poster out front..." I figured may as well go in and look for a job.

"Hello? I'm looking for a job?"

I hear stumbling in the back of the restaurant. "Just a second!" Someone calls.

Finally, a young man comes out from the back room. He has a blond Mohawk, and a small, clean shaven beard on his face. He's about my height, but stocky. You know, broad shoulders and such. You could tell he was a strong guy. "Hey. So you're answering for the wanted ad?"

There was an ad? Huh. "Yeah. Are you the guy who I talk to?"

"Yep. I'm the manager here."

"Is your name Mick?"

The guy laughs. "No. Mick and Sophie were the main bosses children. They live in Oregon with their parents. I'm Dylan."

"I see. I'm Lovino."

"Cool, so how old are you, Lovino? I just need an approximation, ya know?"

"R-right. I'm sixteen."

"Nice. The other guy we got hired here is sixteen. He'll be your supervisor in the next few weeks."

"Is that why you're hiring?"

"Yeah. I just graduated high school, so I'm leaving for the military."

"Ah. That's good."

"You have a slight accent. Italian?"

I nod my head. "Yeah. I was born there. We moved here to America when I was real young, though."

"Nice. My family comes from Sicily." Dylan clears his throat. "So, why don't we head into the back, and I'll give you some papers and such."

"Don't you have to interview me?"

Dylan smirks, showing sharp incisors. "Lovino, that conversation was the interview. If you acted like a little shit, I wouldn't have hired you. You seem polite enough to the public. That's all I care about." He shakes his head slightly. "Now I gotta find one more person to hire."

"Well, my twin brother is going to be looking for a job soon, too."

"Is he as polite as you are?"

I shrug. "Yeah. Better, actually."

"Well, when he starts looking, send him down here."

"Will do, sir."

"Please, just call me Dylan. I'd rather have that."

By the time I get home, I am real fucking tired. I see Alfred and Matthew on my way to the room. "I'm going to go take a nap."

Alfred looks up from his book. "Did you find a job?"

"Yeah. It's at Mick and Sophie's Cappuccino."

Matthew has a slightly surprised face for a second before covering it up. "Well, good for you, Lovino."

"Yeah. Thanks." I say heading towards the stairs. "I wonder who that new guy is..." I mutter to myself.

I open the door, and look in the room, suddenly very creeped out. "Antonio..."

Antonio is standing in the middle of my room, looking out the window. As soon as he heard my voice he turns around very quickly. "L-Lovi! When did you get home?"

"Just now. What the fuck are you doing in my room?" I glance at his wrist. "And why the hell is Zero's collar on your wrist?"

A/N: So, that is the end of the chapter!

I am going to say this now, though, so there won't be confusion. Dylan is not Wales. I've seen Dylan as a name for Wales a lot. And since he isn't going to be a character for that long (like a few appearances here and there) I'm not going to say his age. I needed a boss for Lovino, and I decided to throw in my brother as his boss. He isn't that...casual, though. And he will be gone soon. IT'S MY WAY OF DEALING WITH MY BROTHER LEAVING HOME.

Also, am I making Antonio too creepy? I plan on making him stop randomly popping up out of no where. But no promises.

Anyway, leave a review. I love hearing things from you guys. I will hopefully see you guys next week with another chapter. Unless something comes up. If it does, well, then I will let you all know. Bye bye~!

People:

Lovino Vargas: 16 years

Feliciano Vargas: 16 years

Elizabeta Héderváry: 28 years

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo: 17 years

Gilbert Beilschmidt: 17 years

Ludwig Beilschmidt: 16 years

Francis Bonnefoy: 17 (almost 18) years.

Alfred F. Jones: 16 years

Arthur Kirkland: 16 years

Kiku Honda: 16 years

Yao Wang: 17 years

Im Yong Soo: 15 years

Peter Kirkland: 12 years

Lili Zwingli: 13 years

Vash Zwingli: 15 years

Matthew Williams: 16 years

Berwald Oxenstierna: 17 years

Tino Väinämöinen: 17 years

Katyusha Braginskaya: 28 years

Ivan Braginski: 17 years.

Natalya Arlovskaya: 15 years.