OH EM GEE! IT'S ME NINJAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Hey guys! So, here's chapter qaudro! I know. It's late. Again. Sue me! No wait. Don't. That sounds like it would suck! 0x0 Yeah, let's not get Ninja arrested, okay?

Prussia: Ah, arrest her. she deserves it.

T~T Prussiaaaaaaa! What did I ever do to you? *starts sobbing sad fangirl tears*

Prussia: Gya! No, wait, don't do that! It was a joke, yeah? *pats Ninja-chan awkwardly*

Yeah. K. *Hugs Prussia and doesn't let go for the rest of the A/N*

So anyway, this is late and I am lame. But, I am already working on the next chapter and will hopefully get them up quicker! Upside, this is the longest chapter yet ;) Yeah, I can be kinda awesome. Also, thanks to everyone who has been reveiwing! I love you all and you all get virtual pasta~~~~ Yay!

Alright, this A/N is already long and I still need a disclaimer! Heeeeey, Denmark!

Denmark: Ja?

Do the disclaimer please *gives that adorable face that no-one can deny*

Denmark: *shrugs* Why not? ALRIGHT GUYS! Ninja owns nothing! Even though there is a LOT of copyright in this chapter! She only owns Indie, Valerie and that freaky bunny over there who won't stop staring at me *staaaaaaare*

Meh, good enough. ON TO DA STORAY!


For The Soul.

"About that pairing thing."

I approached the doors- that Germany was currently pushing open- with the Italies and Japan following closely behind. As I walked through the heavy wood and brass doors, I took in my current surroundings. To be honest, I was expecting it to be sort of lame.

I take that back, now.

My breath hitched in my throat the second I stepped foot over the threshold. It was nothing like what you would think a buffet would be:

The ceiling was a dome that went high above our heads and was painted a lightly shimmering gold, with small windows on the sides to let in natural illumination, other than the elegant light fixtures scattered about. The floor was a carefully polished, smooth marble. The walls a deep and welcoming brown that tied the other colors in the room together wonderfully, and there were paintings hung on each wall of different sorts of things: People, places, waterfalls, puppies, Jimmy Neutron(not really, guys..) and some were just colors and shapes. Said paintings made it feel as though you were eating in a museum, which you definitely did not get out of a normal buffet. The chairs and tables were all delicate and darkly-stained oak. The booths all had plush, velvet cushions rather than the usually uncomfortable nylon covered sponge ones.

After gawking for a solid thirty seconds, I turned to see that I was not the only one. All the countries, it seemed, were just as shocked as I was. Except America who just stood there with a gloating face that said "Yeah, I know, I'm the hero." I'll admit though, I was going to have to thank him later. This place was great!

Seeing as I was the only one who still had all their senses about them, I cleared my throat to recapture my groups' attention.

"Guys. Food. Ring a bell?" I asked in a clipped tone. This snapped everyone out of their current state and I rolled my eyes as we made our way towards the hostess. As expected, her small podium was fancy too. Seriously, this place is ridiculous…

"Hello." Germany said taking the lead for our group. "We would like a table for seventeen, if at all possible." He said firmly, but kindly. The small Hispanic woman flashed him a courteous smile before checking her little map of the restaurant's layout.

"Of course." The small woman, her nametag read 'Valerie', said sweetly. "We'll just sit you at four tables near each other. Is that alright?" She asked, to no one in particular really.

"Yes that would be splendid. Thank you." Britain intervened -in a gentlemanly manner mind you- from his place behind Germany. How he got there, I'm not entirely sure, but whatever floats your goat.

"Wonderful." Valerie chirped politely. She grabbed a waiter nearby and requested that he take us to in area that she indicated on her laminated paper. The young man nodded and requested that we follow him to a group of four tables like Valerie said. Two that seated six and two that seated four.

The Nordics immediately went to sit at one of the tables meant for six, while the Allies sat at the table for four, minus France who sat with his two friends at the other table of similar seating. I stood in the middle of the clump of seats for a few awkward seconds, unsure as to where I was supposed to be placed, before Italy grabbed onto my arm and lead me to sit with his allies and brother.

"Ve, Indie~ Would you sit with us, por favore?" The undeniably adorable nation asked me with one of his signature smiles. Feeling sort of special that someone requested my company, I gave a cheerful nod and sat in between Veneziano and his not-quite-as-cheery counter-part, whose face brightened up upon seeing me at his table.

"Well hello, bella." Romano said in a sweet voice that was only a little flirty.

"Good afternoon, Romano." I said, not quite as flirty as the young man sitting next to me. I soon noticed his eyebrows were furrowed a little in concentration, eyes still locked on me, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Probably not realizing he appeared rude, the half-a-nation regained his composure and gave me an apologetic and serious face. "It's not that I mind you sitting next to me, but are you sure you want to sit with a potato-loving badger, an emotionless Asian robot and a pasta-loving idiota ?" He finally asked skeptically.

I couldn't help but laugh at the statement as I turned to smirk at the absurd Italian. "You say that as though there could never be any downside to sitting next to you?" I asked teasingly. He seemed offended at first, before I flashed him a reassuring smile. "I'm kidding! I don't think there's anything wrong sitting in the company of people you enjoy being around." This made Lovino smile at the fact that I enjoyed his company, but his features soon took on a look of confusion.

"You actually enjoy the potato-badger's company?" He asked in utter shock. Sigh, why must you question all my motives? I wondered to myself.

"Yes. I do." I said matter-of-factly after composing my thoughts a bit. I then took notice that everyone was still sitting down. That's stupid. I thought a little flabbergasted. Guess I'll just take care of it myself. Sighing, I stood up out of my chair and began walking towards the small island-like structures filled with food. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm hungry." I called over my shoulder. How come I always have to get them moving? It's just my first day here! What did they do before I came?!

Sure enough, all the countries soon rose out of their own chairs when they realized their hunger. Rolling my eyes, I made my way over to a neat stack of gold-trimmed plates sitting on a small counter, so that I could put my food on something. Speaking of food, this place was freaking set! They had food from all around the world. Even the Scandinavian and Baltic countries! Ah, so that's why America wanted to come here. I thought. Huh, so he can be thoughtful sometimes! Unfortunately, the amount of options posed an obvious problem.

What was I going to get?!

Just as I had this thought, an arm conveniently found its way around my waist as a low voice whispered in my ear. "You will be getting French food, non?" The accented voice questioned, making me give an indignant squeak. I quickly whipped my head around to find none other than France himself smirking convincingly at my side.

I sighed inwardly before putting on a neutral face. "I'm not entirely sure what I'll be getting." I said honestly. As I turned around to face him fully, I decided I would play with him a little bit. "Why should I have French?" I asked trying to conceal my smirk. "I mean, there's plenty of other food here that I've never tried before! It would be silly to have French food when it's old news." I finished calmly, afraid that if I went any further I would burst. Glancing up at France's pale face, I saw a look of utter shock and I couldn't contain it anymore.

I giggled uncontrollably at the priceless look on his face. "I'm sorry France, I simply had too!" I choked out between splurts of giggles. I covered my mouth with my hand and couldn't help. If I keep messing with my employers I am so getting fired. I thought. Goofy as it was, that thought actually worried me a bit and I looked up once more to see if Francis was making a "You are so outta here" face, and was surprised by what I saw.

His face held nothing but pure affection. His eyes danced with kindness and interest and intrigue. His smile was light and honest, pulling up at the corners just enough to reach his eyes. In the depth of his features, though, there was sadness and longing. I gave him a look of my own, though not as complex, only confused.

The Frenchman sighed lightly and let one large hand rest delicately on my head. "Do not worry about it, ma Cherie. I just wish that somebody would have been this kind to me sooner." He said, melancholy lacing his voice.

I had to admit, his words shocked me. I was about to ask him to elaborate when Russia came out of nowhere and stood right next to France. France didn't notice at first. Not until the Russian nation bluntly declared, "You will eat Russian food." With a childish smile planted firmly on his face.

I could have sworn Francis jumped two feet in the air at the intimidating voice behind him. Poor guy. Russia was one scary son-of-a-Belarus(excellent choice of replacement, no?) and he knew it too. I however kept my cool, given a little sigh, and looked the Russian man straight in the eye.

"As I was just telling France here, Russia, I don't know what I'm getting." I said plainly, then added, "And you can't tell me what to get either." Okay, that might have been really dumb of me to say; because Russia had now materialized a pipe out of nowhere and was holding it up in a striking position. Why were the staff not reacting to this?

"Aiyah! Don't threaten the poor girl, aru!" China lightly scolded as he came up behind Russia. "If you put the pipe down, I will give you a sunflower sticker. Does that sound nice, aru?" He asked giving the taller nation a convincing smile.

Russia's smile became one of pure joy at the offer. "Da!" He exclaimed excitedly. I let out the breath that I had been holding and gave China a grateful look over Ivan's shoulder. Yao just winked back at me as he placed a smiling sunflower sticker on Russia's hand. The taller of the nations walked away to the Russian section of the food area and started getting some pirozhiki at the same time France went to get some pot e feu.

I shook my head in fascination as China walked up and put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "He really is a child, isn't he, aru?" That ancient man asked kindly. I nodded, not really able to do anything else at the moment and noticed that China had already left to get some chao fan. At least I can count on him not to bug me. I thought wonderingly.

I was about to go get my own food, when yet another hand clamped down on my shoulder. "Hey there, fraulein." A dry voice purred next to me. I sighed, once again, and turned to see my assailant. You already know, of course, but I'll tell you anyway. It was Prussia. That's right, Mr. awesomest-nation-that-ever-was, Prussia himself, standing next to me smiling like a maniac. Oh no. Please God no. I've seen that look twice already, that doesn't mean tha-

"I couldn't help but notice you were having a hard time picking out food, so I just thought I would suggest some awesome Prussian dishes to you." The quirky albino said predictably. I was getting a headache now.

I could tell that Gilbert wanted to open his mouth to continue this obnoxious suggestion of his, but I quickly interrupted him before it could go further.

"Two things, Prussia." I said holding up my hand to stop him. "One: I've already told the others that I am perfectly capable of picking out my own food." I started. "Two: There aren't even any "Prussian" dishes. They would just be German. Alright?" I asked hoping to clear up this little situation.

Prussia looked a little disheartened at first, but then a devious smile crept across his face as he got a new idea.

"Well now, that's not entirely true, now is it schatz?" He asked rhetorically. "In fact, wurst was invented-"

"IN KOREA, DA ZE!" Shouted a random guy, interrupting Prussia. I was curious who would say something so stupid, so I got a good look at the guy. He wore a long white robe-type outfit that split down the middle to reveal puffy white pants underneath. Over top of the white robe was a weird navy-blue piece that only reached right below his breastbone. I think the combination of those means he was wearing a Korean hanbok. If you didn't think that was out of place enough, this'll get ya'. He had a curl that swooped off the side of his blackish-brown hair, and where it curled in? There was a smiley-face in there. What. The duck.

Before I could ask who exactly the strange Korean was in front of me, Japan came back from the food area with his food. He looked at the strange man and asked, "Korea-kun? What are you doing here?" Oh, Korea. That makes sense I guess.

The man, Korea I guess, just flashed him a mischievous smile and replied, "Crashing chapter four, aniki! What else?"(THUMBS UP FOR KOREA'S EPIC FOURTH-WALL BREAKING!) Before Japan could give the hyper-active country a reply of his own, Korea leapt forward and started groping his brother's chest. The Japanese-speaking Korean then cackled as he ran out of the restaurant shrieking "Ura nara mansae!" What the frick?!

Japan didn't really seem fazed at the fact he was just homo-groped by another country, and continued on to our table, nikujaga safely in his hands. Prussia and I, on the other hand, just stood there, too shocked to say a word to the other. That is until, Prussia realized that bragging was more important than being shocked and continued.

"As I was saying, wurst originated in Prussia." He said, changing his choice of words. "Which is clearly reason enough to get w-" I'm just gonna' assume he was going to say 'wurst' until he was pushed out of the way by my country.

"Dude, you harassing my citizen about not wanting to eat intestines?" America asked pointedly. Then turning to me, "Don't worry, Ind. Your hero's got your back" He said with a wink.

I gave a little giggle at the goofiness of the self-proclaimed hero, but I couldn't deny the light blush that was currently threatening to let it's existence be known to the rest of the world. Luckily, Alfred didn't seem to notice and went on.

"So Indie." He started casually. "I know those guys were totally bugging you, and so I won't, but have you made up your mind yet?" The Hero asked. He was still technically bugging me a little bit, but at least he wasn't trying to force me to get hot wings and burgers.

"Um, I don't really know to be honest." I said, managing to maintain my dignity. "But I'm kind of leaning towards food from someone who hasn't annoyed me yet…" I was now trying my best to think of countries that don't annoy me.

Let's start with the Allies: America is cool and I like him, but c'mon, it's American food. I'm American. I eat this stuff every day! Then there's Britain. I'm kind of scared to eat anything from his country, except fish-and-chips, but that's no fun. As stated earlier, I have no intention of eating any of France's food, even if it is tasty. Russia looks like he wants to kill me, which makes me worried that his food wishes for the same. I like China but I'm not really in the mood for it, so none of that. The Baltics' food intimidates me- contrary to their personalities- for no good reason, but I don't want to eat theirs nonetheless.

Then there's the Nordics: I have a feeling that all there food is relatively close, so my overall verdict for them is: Despite the fact I really like them all, I'm not a big fan of eating fish. Or reindeer. So no.

And finally, the Axis: Germany doesn't annoy me, but any German food I get means it's technically Prussia's too, so that's out of the question. Japan doesn't bug me either, but I make Japanese food at home all the time, so it would be kind of boring. I'm not big on Spanish food, never have been. I don't know why. So Spain's is out, too. That leaves Feli and Lovi. Neither of them annoy me, and I've never had pasta that wasn't from a box, so I think we have a winner.

This entire thought process took about 1.5 seconds, so I soon turned to America and gave him an answer. "I think I'll have pasta." I said proudly. America smiled at me, probably happy that I made up my mind, and gave me a thumbs up before walking away to fulfill his stomach's desires.

I smiled to myself and, basically skipped, away to the Italian section. Glad to see that the twins already got theirs, I picked out some cuisine that looked good. What I ended up getting was as follows: A small helping of spaghetti with pesto sauce, a Neapolitan style mini pizza with mozzarella, basil and fresh tomatoes, and some risotto with saffron. Italians eat a lot of carbs.

I walked back over to the table I shared with the Axis (Roma is Italy too which makes him a legit member, not enough people understand that_) and sat in my spot between Veneziano and Romano. The second my bottom met the seat, both Italians eyes were glued to the plate I had in my hands. Well, Feliciano's eyes were closed, so he was really just looking in its general direction, but still.

I held back a smile small as I looked up from my plate. "What?" I asked innocently.

"That food is Italian." Romano said finally.

No, really? I thought sarcastically. My reply came out nicer, though. "Yeah, it is." I said matter-of-factly. "Is there something the matter with that?" Am I offending you by eating your food? I added in my head.

This time it was Veneziano who answered. "No, that's not it, bella." He said reassuringly. "We just want to know why you chose Italiano cibo over everything else." Feli finished, implying that he wished for an answer. So I gave him one.

"I was just in the mood for Italian, was all." I said trying to avoid a trainwreck. "Is that weird?" I added, starting to honestly get worried that I was offending them somehow. Romano immediately gave me a surprised look.

"Of course not, bella." He said plainly. "It just seems that you have better taste then we thought." I giggled at this, and turned back to my food.

I prayed first. I'm Christian, so I didn't really think much about it, so I was a little uncomfortable when I looked up and saw that all of the countries were looking at me. All of them. "Um, yes?" I asked trying to break the silence, considering all chatter among the men had stopped. America was the first to speak up.

"It's nothing, dudette." He said flashing me a heart-felt smile. "I totally understand! I mean, one of the main principal your awesome country(full of yourself much?) was founded was for freedom of religion!" He continued proudly. "It's just that, at least I personally, have to stay on the neutral side of things because of the vast range of religions of my citizens, so I never know quite what to do." Alfred finished, shrugging non-chalantly as a few of his fellow countries gave nods of agreement.

I was glad at hearing that I hadn't offended anyone with my belief, but I couldn't get over the fact that everyone was still looking at me. Sighing for what was probably the billionth time today, I looked each one of them in the eye. "You can all stop staring at the spectacle that is your Christian assistant, now you know." I said, sounding a little ruder than I wanted to. They all suddenly gained looks of shame on their faces and I couldn't help but laugh at that. People can be so cute when they're accidently rude.

Giving myself a satisfied smile, I went back to eating my meal. Which tasted INCREDIBLE if you were wondering. As I was finishing up my adorable little mini-pizza- which was the last thing on my plate- I noticed that Feliciano and Lovino were looking at me again and I turned my head from side-to-side, looking at both of them. "What?" I asked after swallowing my remaining bite.

"Well?" Feli asked giving me an expectant look.

"Well what?" I asked a little frustrated.

"How did you like it?" Lovino asked, barely keeping in his excitement.

I gave them both the same smile I would give a little kid trying to show me a picture they just drew. I gave some thought to the next thing I was going to say, as to not disappoint them. "It was…" I said carrying out my answer. I looked at them both a second time, and their anticipation became suffocating , so I finally told them. "It was the best meal I've had in a good while." I answered truthfully.

My comment made both of them beam brighter than New York in Christmas time (which is freakin' bright) from both relief and pride. Even Romano was full on smiling rather than smirking. Wow, I'm just that good huh?

After talking with the rest of the table for a while, breaking occasionally when someone would get up for another plate,-these guys eat a lot!- I turned to Feli and asked him a question that's been burning my thoughts for a while now. "Veneziano." I started, turning towards the peppy man.

"Ve~ What is it, Indie?" He asked, using my name other than bella. I really hope he didn't mind this question.

"I hate to be rude, Veneziano, but why are your eyes always closed? Doesn't it get hard to see?" I asked earnestly. This had been bugging me ever since I first met him.

He merely laughed cheerfully and gave me another heart-breaking smile. "No, it doesn't!" He started gladly. "I've always kept my eyes closed except for special occasions, ever since I was little! I don't really know why, it's just how I am I guess." He ended, not losing an ounce of his peppy attitude throughout the entire speech.

I thought about that for a second. Special occasions, huh? "Veneziano, do you mind opening your eyes for me?" I asked out of curiosity. Then, realizing that mind have been a weird thing to request, "Unless you don't want to! That's okay too." I added hastily.

He merely laughed at how flustered I became. "Of course not!" He said as though it were obvious. "Anything for a bella ragazza." Feli opened his eyes right after he said that, and I had to try my best not to gasp out loud.

His eyes were the most gorgeous I've seen in my entire life. They were layered in a way I didn't know was possible. They were dark brown that lightened as they went down, first becoming just lighter shades of brown until it turned into a glowing amber. It's impossible to even describe in words, you're just going to have to take my word for it.

Luckily I wasn't staring at him. That much.

After I regained control of my senses, A.K.A. trying not to squeal at how stupidly attractive a guy I work for is, I gave Feli the biggest smile I've given anyone ever and commented on his looks.

"Wow. Don't take this the wrong way, but your eyes are beautiful, Veneziano!" I said, still a little in disbelief that someone in real life(LOLZ ur in a fic XD) could be this stunning.

Veneziano had already closed his eyes again, but upon hearing this they snapped wide open and looked at me shocked, his mouth slightly agape. (super adorable =^_^=) Will I never stop offending people? I wondered, worried that Feli hated me now.

"R-really?" The Northern half of Italy stuttered. Yes, stuttered. He looked genuinely touched and had yet to close his enchanting (the Feli compliments shall never end!) eyes. "You really think so?" He asked. He seemed entirely entranced by the fact he was being complimented for once and not the other way around.

Dangit,, what did I do! I asked myself. I broke Felecianooooo! "Um, if that's a bad thing-"I started, only to have my hands clasped by Feliciano.

"Of course not! Thank you, bella" He said gratefully. Luckily, everyone else was too busy wondering if Americans pulled of another country's food well to care about me and Italy. He finally closed his eyes, which made me a little sad but whatever, and finished his Bolognese. I giggled at how cute he was and checked my Facebook on my phone while I waited for everyone to finish, considering I was full after the first plate.

^v^v^TIME! SHE IS SKIPPING! I WANNA SKIP TOO! *skips off*^v^v^

After everyone was done, America pulled out a red-white-and-blue credit card and handed it to the host to pay for the meal.

"Well, that was surprisingly good for Americans!" Britain said as we left the restaurant, letting his ruder side slip through. I pretended not to here and continued walking with Japan back to Germany's car. I once again slipped into the passenger's seat next to Germany and buckled myself in.

"So, is that it for today?" I asked the manly country next to me. He looked up at me tiredly.

"Ja, it is. Danke Gott." He said, clearly relieved to be rid of his peers. For the day that is.

I smiled at myself as we made our way back to the World Meeting Building to gather our things.

"Thank you for helping today, Indie." Germany said as everyone was departing. I regarded him kindly and gave him a bright smile.

"Of course! It was my pleasure, Mr. Germany." I replied happily. Despite the strange characters, I really do enjoy my new job. But I'll admit, I'm really going to enjoy just chilling out too.

"Hey, why is he the only one who gets "Mr." in front of his name?!" Prussia demanded angrily.

"Because he's the one who hired me, which gives him the highest position of respect which ultimately means he is 'Mr. Germany' and the you are simply 'Prussia'." I said matter-of-factly.

Prussia grumbled a little bit before walking out of the building. Germany sighed, thanking me once more and following his obnoxious older brother. I left after them and went around back to hop into my black Jeep Wrangler and drove away to my hotel for the evening.

^v^v^ I SWEAR I WON'T SKIP THIS TIME! ^v^v^

The first thing I did when I stepped into my hotel room was flop on the bed and groan. It wasn't very long, but today was stressful! After lying flat on my stomach for a good five minutes, I pulled out my PSP from it's place in my bedside drawer and popped in "Kingdom Hearts"

After playing for a good hour or two, I decided it was bedtime and changed into my matching skeleton-hello kitty tank-top and bottoms before hopping back into bed. It didn't take long to fall asleep, considering I need it pretty bad. And trust me, I need it.

Because I was going back home tomorrow.


Alright! How was it? Give me feedback! Are you excited to see Indie's everyday life? I know I am =w=.

Random thing: I was watching "Taken 2"(I don't own it!) today with my family and the movie was mainly based in Turkey, so the whole time I was leaning over to JCScannell and whispering "Hey, Jappy" XD Yeah, I know. The Otaku doesn't stop, even away from the compy.

TWANSWASHIONS!

Por favore = Please

Idiota=Idiot(you probs could have guessed that...)

Non=no

Ma cherie= My dear

Da ze= To the best of my knowledge, this is like a really manly form of Desu. If that doesn't make sense, PM me or google it XD

Aniki= It's kinda like saying Bro

Ura nara mansae= Hooray for our land (Don't ask me why -,-;

Italiano cibo= Italian food

Danke Gott=Thank God

Alrighty then! I suppose that's it! All I can really say is please leave a review! They make me go "lllaeruOwR=EF0WRSFU9 8CHUJK1Q2EWSDKDFNVOFIDCXKMns dfueriovjd" No joke, man.

Hasta la awesome!