Her boredom is what encouraged her to leave the confines of her room and find something of entertainment. She was careful not to touch anything, absolutely nothing except the floor and the air around her. Sarah could not help but marvel at the large house which she would be calling home for the next few months till she moved in with Mr. France or one of her other Mentors. Mr. Germany seemed to have a distinct taste for fine art, oddly enough she recognized a lot of them to be from Italy or replicas of famous Italian paintings. The Italian culture was a beautiful one though, so she could not judge him for having finer tastes.

She was admiring a replica of The Birth of Venus when she noticed the low rumbling sound coming behind her. She turned and found on the windowsill was a cat. The sound she realized must have been it purring. She'd no idea Mr. Germany owned pets, much less a cat. He seemed more like a dog person. The feline continued to stare at her, holding her under it's gaze until she moved towards it. It quickly sat up from it's hunched position as she came closer, sniffing her hand when she offered it before rubbing it's head against her palm. It was just a plain cat with grey fur but it's eyes reminded her of Mr. Germany's; Intense and a bright blue.

Pets do reflect their owners is the saying.

"I wonder what your name is," She mused to herself, carefully looking on he inside of the Cat's ribbon colar for any sort of identification. She found some sort of tag, written in German obviously.

"Ger-...mouse? No. Germouser?"

"Ja. That is his name." She looked at the owner of the new voice, pausing her petting of Germouser to look at a man with silver hair. This must have been Mr. Germany's brother. She supposed they somewhat looked alike, though the red-eyed man was shorter than Mr. Germany and he didn't hold the intimidating stance to him that Mr. Germany did.

"So, you are meine Brüder Representative?" He asked while drawing closer. He gave Germouser his own pat on the head as well as a scratch behind the ears. All the while he was sizing young Sarah up, making a sort of disgusted noise in his throat as he laughed. "You don't even look German! How can you be his Representative?"

"Because I'm not his Representative!" She huffed, quickly regretting when she saw the look he gave her. She quickly hunched into herself, a tremble running up her spine at the thought of what he would do to her for speaking out of line. This was her Mentor's brother! She owed hiim as much respect as if she were his Representative.

"Nein? Than what are you?" His hands were back on his hips as he bent over to look her straight in the eye with a smirk on his features. She got the sense he was rather full of himself when he wanted to be. She gathered the little courage she still had, standing up straight and looking the man straight back in the red of his eyes.

"I'm his Alpha."

The red eyed man blinked before his delayed reaction kicked in and he straightened with a gasp. "Alpha? You? And you belong to Mein Bruder?" He looked a bit ready to faint- or perhaps start crying.

"For the time being anyway. I've more Mentors to see."

"They are losers compared to what you can learn from I, the Awesome Prussia, and West!" She arched an eyebrow in confusion. He was Mr. Prussia? He was alive? He obviously didn't have a Representative...

"Mr. Prussia are you even a Country anymore?" She saw him stiffen and come out of his arrogant state for a moment. He gently patted her head, brushing through the curls before saying,

"Let's not talk about that. Let's talk about something else! Like why you're wandering the halls of my brother's house."

"I was bored... I was hoping to find something to read. Does Mr. Germany have a library?" Mr. Prussia hummed as he thought, picking up Germouser as he did and holding the cat in his arms.

"He should," He said. "If you're really going to be a bore and read all day then follow me. It'll keep you out of trouble." He lead her throughout the house until coming upon Mr. Germany's library to which she stared in awe. There were shelves lining every wall, all of them packed to the brim with a variety of reading material. She knew most of it would be in his native language, but she had hope that there was something in English. Something that could help her pass the time. If not, well she was always up for learning something new. Especially a language.

"Thank you, Mr. Prussia!" She said as she hurried to the first shelf, reading the spine of the books in search of something she could understand.

"Yeah, well, if it'll keep a girl from doing any damage!" She hardly heard the insult, too busy pulling a thick, red bound book from it's place and opening the cover. She was able to read it that was all she cared about. She sat on the bench by the window, letting the natural light illuminate her book while she read. Sometime during, Germouser manage to find his way back into the library and made himself comfortable in her lap, purring quietly as she ran her hand over his fur. She made a mental note to ask Mr. Germany for some sort of allergy medicine when not only another cat found it's way to her but as well as Mr. Germany's three dogs.

"Eh-heheh. You're all cute but I don't know how this is going to work out without my allergies acting up," She whined as the five animals competed for her attention. The white cat (who reminded her an awful lot of Mr. Prussia) was very content with (quite literally) launching himself into her face with a loud meow and attach himself to her clothing while purring. She couldn't help but pick up the little Daschund that was trying to jump onto the bench. It found a comfortable spot next to her in the Sun while the Shepard- "Of coarse Mr. Germany would own a German Shepard." -and the Retriever decided to lay down on the carpeted floor. Good gaurd dogs she supposed. Trained well. Germouser was still on her lap, though now having taken new residence on her stomach and looking like he would not be moving for a while. The white cat (whom she had affectionately begun calling Prussia-Cat) had draped himself over her legs, sprawled out and already fast asleep.

"Maybe now I can finally read," She sighed. She went back to the book she had found (which she found out early on was a Romance Novel. Who would have thought?). It was an aspiring tale about young lovers separated by the War Front. The book was written out through the letters the couple wrote to one another. It was sweet and heart wrenching all at once, especially when the woman was given news that the man had died. Sarah was not the biggest fan of Romance, she much preferred Murder Mystery, but she never turned away a good book. She was just reading the part where the woman was trying to cope with loss and a baby when she noticed her head falling forward, snapping back quickly and blinking. She was falling asleep! She'd no idea what time it was or how long Mr. Germany had been gone, but the animals were indeed indulging in their own naps (Prussia-Cat had been so for some time now) and she was not one to turn away a nice afternoon nap after some reading.

She set her book down after bookmarking the page with a stray peice of paper she found on the bench, leaning her head back against the wall and closing her eyes. The sun was warm on her face and the sound of Germouser's purring was slowly lulling her away. She dreamt she was back home in America, back with her father and her brothers.

It was interesting when Mr. Germany came home and went up to Sarah's room to check on her and he did not find her where he had told her to wait. He immediately checked the bathroom in case she was in there when he had come in. She was not. She was not in the kitchen or the entertainment area. Mr. Prussia was however, and he quickly congratulated his younger brother on his 'accomplishment.'

"The Alpha you got as a Representative of coarse!" He had clarified for him. When asked where Mr. Germany could find her he replied that he had taken her to Germany's personal library. "She wanted to read. Can you believe that?" He scoffed. Mr. Prussia was never one for reading anything aside from his own journals. He supposed his brother did simply not appreciate good Literature.

He found Sarah in the Library, along with Blackie, Belitz, Aster, Prussia's cat, and Germouser. It was a sight that would usually be seen only in movies or on one of Mr. America's greeting cards. He paused so to not disturb any of them and destroy the peace in the room. He does not want to wake her up just yet. He found he quite liked it when she was sleeping. She looked peaceful; At ease. Not the fear she had when he had spoken to her. It was with quiet steps did he draw closer and carefully pick up the book she had been reading. He knew this one, if he remembered clearly it was one Ms. Hungary had given to him after confessing his interest in literature to her and Mr. Austria. Strange, he didn't take Sarah as one for Romance.

He saw Germouser shift and stetch with a yawn, lifting his head and hopping down off the girl to briefly rub up against Mr. Germany's legs. He received a light scratch before disappearing to who knows where. He finally gave the young Alpha a light shake of the shoulder, effectively pulling her from her sleep with a small hum of confusion.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes before turning her gaze on him, sitting up instantly when she saw her Mentor standing above her.

"M-Mr. Germany! I'm sorry! I was just-I was only-I didn't mean-"

"You were just reading a book. There is no harm done." She blinked at his quick forgiveness and when he handed her back the book. "I did not take into concideration how quickly you would become in need of entertainment. That is my mistake and I will be sure to not make it in the future."

She slid Prussia-cat off her legs, the cat still sound asleep, and helped the Daschund down to the ground where he pawed at his Master's legs for attention with the other three following, then swung her legs over and stood up off the bench.

"You don't have to do that. You have plenty of books here. Though I don't speak or read German, I'm open to learn." She was close to giving him a smile before her body's natural function got the best of her and she sneezed. Three times. There went her allergies.

"Are you catching a cold?" He asked as he pressed his ungloved hand to her forehead. She quickly shook her head and explained,

"No! It's my allergies! Had I know you had so many animals I would have told you sooner, Mr. Germany." She watched him blink before glancing down to the numerous pets around their feet. He had had Representatives with allergies in the past so this was no uncommon problem for him.

"I see. Is there any sort of special medication that you need?" Once again she shook her head. Over-the-counter medication was good enough for her allergies thankfully. He made a note to pick some up the next time they were out so as to lessen her suffering. He could hear her beginning to sniff and her eyes were starting to water and look a little pink. Perhaps they should go and get the medicine now while it was still the topic of conversation.

"Grab your coat. We are going to the market." He turned, leaving the girl in a bit of confusion before she got the common sense to follow him back into the foyer. She slid on her shoes and dawned her coat before stepping back out with him into the frigid air. She was born and raised near the large city of Chicago and she thought the winters there were bad enough. However, German winters had nothing on America.

Instead of taking the car like she had expected, Mr. Germany took to the sidewalk with quick strides that had her jogging to catch up. The mid-afternood sun had warmed the day with only a Northern wind to remind them that there was still a chill in the air. It was much more tolerable than earlier that morning when Autumn had decided to come early and bring in the cold. Still she pulled up her coat a bit to keep herself a little bit warmer. What she wouldn't have given for a nice scarf.

They walked side by side while on their way and on several occasions she fought back the action of reaching up to hold his hand while walking. It was an old habit she still did with her father while at the Market with him but Mr. Germany was not her father and would not appreciate her suddenly holding his hand. So they remained stuffed in her pockets, her thumb brushing over the knife her brother had given her for nostalgia and for reassurance. Representatives had dropped out early before and as much as she wanted to quit right then and run back home, she knew her family was expecting her to follow this through to the end.

Sarah squeaked when she bumped into someone, the man turning around and giving her some sort of glare. She stuttered out an apology and the man just said something in German before walking away. It was then she realized that she had somehow gotten separated from Mr. Germany when she had been thinking about going home. Now she stood in the middle of a crowded Market place full of people who spoke a language she did not know and know way of asking if they had seen Mr. Germany. She had gotten lost in a Mall before, but that had been back in America where everyone knew what to do when she walked up to them and said, "I'm lost."

She scooted to the outer edge of the room where she would not be a nuisance to anyone like that other man she had bumped into. She felt like how she imagined a puppy would after being tied to a chin fence and waiting for it's owner to return only for them to never come back. Her hands shook where they were balled into fists in front of her, her anxiety welling up to the surface and causing tears to form in her eyes. She quickly removed her glasses so she didn't stain them and sniffed as she wiped her eyes on her sleeves.

She was hardly a day into this experience. How was she going to last a whole year?

"Sarah? Sarah!" She looked up when she heard her name, quickly catching a very upset looking Mr. Germany making his way to her. He cut through the crowd like he was made to, people separating and giving him space left and right until he was directly in front of her.

"There you are! You know better to have wandered off while in a public place like this! Do you have any idea what-" He was cut mid-rant when he saw the tears rolling down her cheeks, red with cold, and heard her sniffle. She was shaking where she stood, and he knew it was not because of the Autumn whether, he saw it in her eyes it was because she was scared. The way she trembled and looked up at him like he was going to hurt her, brown eyes wide and filled with tears immediately brought the picture of Italy to his mind. It was only out of habit did he suddenly hug her tight, the way he would when Italy was scared and came to him for comfort.

"Nein. Stop crying. I'm not angry with you. But you could have been in serious danger. What would you have done had someone tried to take you?" He pulled back to frown at her as well as pull out his handkerchief from before and wipe her cheeks clean. He was beginning to see the resemblance between her and Italy more and more.

"I have a knife," She said as quiet as a mouse and he paused to blink in surprise.

"Uhh. Well- do you know how to use it?" She shook her head, averting her gaze and sniffling.

"Then we'll work on that tomorrow. It will be an adequate start for your training. Now let's go home. I've got your medicine right here." He revealed a bag that he had tucked into his coat and she quickly fell into step with him, taking great measures to make sure she stayed by his side at all costs.

When they returned, he tilted her face up to look her over. Her eyes were puffy with tears, cheeks red with stray tears staining them, and her sniffling he knew was not from the animals.

"Go upstairs. Wash your face. I'll start on dinner once I finish my paperwork." The young Representative sniffed again and nodded, her gaze dropping as he let go of her chin.

"Yes, Mr. Germany, Sir." He watched her hurry along, pulling her coat tighter around herself as she took the stairs. He set down her medicine and hung up his coat, frowning as he replayed the last few moments. She was indeed a fragile soul or perhaps he was simply too tough on her for the first day? He could understand her fear, a Representative had the weight of a world on their shoulders. An Alpha had five times that.

She possesses the potential he decided, he just needed to approach it differently. After all, he was taking a shot in the dark here. The last Alpha had belonged to France, Britain, Netherlands, and Ukraine. She was his first Alpha as much as he was her first Mentor. If they were going to make this work he needed to connect with her somehow.

She's shown him too signs of weakness in their first hours together. Now was time she showed him her strengths.