"I'm here," a faint voice called to Britain, the man immediately sighing as he looked at the clock in his study.

Seven-thirty? Britain wondered in shock. How did she arrive here so early?

This girl was even stranger than Britain had originally thought, and he realized just how unprepared he was.

Still, he became a gentleman and walked up to the front door to greet Kalda.

"Who let you in?" Britain questioned, seeing that Kalda was standing on the rug in front of the door.

He noticed that mud was on it, and he tried not to groan in front of her.

I'll make her clean the rug first, he told himself.

"Oh, right," Kalda replied with a smile. "America stopped by and let me in."

Britain rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Why, America? he asked himself. Why?

"Is everything okay, Mister Britain?" Kalda asked, and Britain could see that she was concerned for him.

"Uh...yes," Britain slowly replied. "Everything's fine. Just...fine. Your name is Kalda, right?"

"You sure?" Kalda wondered. "You don't look so great, and yes, I'm Kalda Hush."

"Hush?" Britain asked, diverting his attention to her last name. "Isn't it supposed to be whatever Veneziano's last name is?"

"Veneziano, Seborga, and Romano technically haven't adopted me yet, legally that is, so...I'm still Kalda Hush instead of Kalda Vargas," Kalda explained with a grin.

"All right, then," Britain awkwardly stated, wanting to make her stop talking. "Just...set your stuff over there. I can give you a tour of the house, and then you can get straight to work."

"You lead, I'll follow," Kalda smiled, putting her suitcase by the door and following Britain to the living room.

Britain was wondering why Kalda had even brought her suitcase with her in the first place, but then he realized that it worked out perfectly for the agreement between him and Russia.

"You can start anywhere," Britain said as he looked at her. "The shelves need dusting, the floors need to be swept and mopped, and the bathrooms need to be cleaned. America and Canada are coming over at the end of the week, so I need-"

"Why are they coming over?" Kalda interrupted in wonder.

It took all of Britain's gentlemanly patience not to yell at Kalda for interrupting him.

"That's a long story," Britain quickly replied. "Please no interruptions, either. When one person is speaking, you don't interrupt them, understand?"

"Of course," Kalda nodded. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," Britain sighed. "Continuing on, the kitchen needs to be organized and so does the tool shed outside."

"Oh, oh!" Kalda grinned. "Sorry to interrupt you again, but can I garden?"

Britain stopped walking as Kalda did the same.

"You like to garden?" he asked, not really sure how to feel about that.

"Of course!" Kalda cheerfully replied. "Just ask Veneziano, Seborga, and Romano!"

Britain huffed, wanting to know why Kalda enjoyed doing hard tasks.

"Fine," he relented. "I guess that you can garden if you really want to."

"Thanks, Mister Britain," Kalda smiled. "You'll never regret this decision. I can promise you that here and now."

"You better not make me regret this," he warned her with a glare.

Kalda nodded, agreeing with him.

"Yes, Mister Britain," she said politely.

Britain nodded with approval as he replied with,

"Good because Russia and I made an agreement last night that he and I will share you for work as long as we need to."

"You did?" Kalda interrupted again.

"Yes, we did," he answered slowly. "Remember the no interruption rule?"

"Right," Kalda blushed in embarrassment. "Sorry."

"Continuing on, he gets you every other week. This week you work for me, then the next week you have off," Britain explained.

Kalda stayed silent this time, wanting him to go on.

Hm, Britain hummed. I thought that she was going to say something that time.

"Then the next week you work for Russia, and then the whole cycle starts over. Do you understand your orders, Miss Hush?" Britain concluded, looking at her with a firm look.

"My orders are clear," Kalda politely replied. "I won't let you two down."

"Good," Britain said. "Then I shall tell you the other things that I need your help with."

"Lead the way, Mister Britain," Kalda answered, but Britain stopped her from walking away from him.

"Now that you are working for me, you can no longer call me by my name directly," he explained.

"Well, what else do I call you?" Kalda smirked.

"Sir" is fine for now," he told her. "Now come. There's more to this house than what I had explained earlier."

"Fine," Kalda huffed as they started walking again. "You know, you're not that fun. I was just trying to be polite."

"It's nice to see that you can speak your mind, but just try not to do it so often," Britain answered. "Your words get jumbled, and then I can't even understand a word that you're saying."

Kalda sighed, shutting up for good.

Britain looked at her, realizing that he had made her upset and that made him feel guilty.

"Oh, come now, Kalda," he lightly teased. "You can't be in that much of a tizzy over this, can you?"

"I can if you really mean it," Kalda muttered. "You can't even let a girl be polite. Not such a gentleman now, are you?"

Oh my, Britain huffed. She takes things way too seriously. Kind of...like me.

"I see your point, I guess," he relented. "You can call me whatever you like, then."

"Thanks," Kalda snapped.

Britain groaned a little, not liking her quick change in attitude.

This is going to be a long week, he thought, wishing that Russia was already here to pick Kalda up and take her away from him.

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"So do you really live in this big house all by yourself?" Kalda asked as she cleaned the window.

"Yes," Britain replied, "and in silence is usually when I enjoy it best."

"You don't like to talk much, do you?" Kalda answered, and Britain could hear the grin in her voice.

"Not particularly, no," he said. "Please just do your work in silence. I'm reading, and I don't like reading when other people are talking."

"You're antisocial and seriously no fun," Kalda replied on purpose. "I mean, if my brother Veneziano were here, what exactly would you do to him?"

"I would lock him in a room where he could be his loud self and never bother me again until it was time for him to go home," Britain explained, continuing to read his book.

"That's...harsh," Kalda awkwardly answered, becoming silent at that.

Britain grinned to himself, proud of the reaction that Kalda had gotten from his comeback.

I just need to keep this act up a little longer and then she'll be gone for two whole weeks, he confirmed.

Kalda stayed silent, and Britain enjoyed his reading time.

Thunder crashed in the sky, and Britain looked behind him to see that Kalda was staring out of the window.

"You like to watch the rain?" he asked, going back to his book.

"I find it quite fascinating to watch," she replied, continuing to wash the window.

Kalda spoke again when Britain didn't answer her.

"I know that...I know that you think that I don't know much about things, but I understand what it's like to be antisocial as well," Kalda comforted softly, rubbing the wash rag on the glass.

"Well, clearly because you ignored me on that plane," Britain stated. "And then you didn't even thank me for opening up the door for you at Russia's home."

"Well you didn't even bother to ask for my name on the plane either," Kalda countered. "You just mistook me for an ordinary man and assumed that you would be nice to me."

"To be fair, you and your "brother" wore the same styled outfit yesterday," Britain argued back.

"And you were a jerk to us," Kalda smirked as she stood next to his chair, "as usual, I would suppose."

"That's not necessarily the point I was trying to make there, but go ahead and assume what you want," Britain dismissed, not bothered by her attempts to make fun of him again.

Kalda just giggled as she walked back to the window.

"When you're done with those windows, you can clean the rug by the front door," he told her. "You got mud on it when you walked in."

"That was actually there before I came here, Mister Britain," Kalda honestly replied.

"It...was?" Britain asked in confusion.

"Yeah," Kalda stated. "Someone else must have gotten mud on it, not me. Trust me, I pay very close attention to detail."

"That explains a lot, now," Britain huffed. "Well, I'll track down the real culprit, later."

Silence fell upon them, and Britain suddenly became worried about Kalda's sudden silence.

"Kalda?" Britain asked as he stood up to face her.

He tensed up a little when he saw her sleeping on the chair by the window.

She looks so peaceful right now, he thought to himself.

He felt his cheeks get hot, so he snapped himself out of his daze.

Stop it, you fool! he told himself. She's a young girl!

He woke her up, guiding her to her room.

Britain tucked her in, hoping that he was not giving her any ideas.

"See?" Kalda tiredly smirked. "You're just a big softie."

"Yes," Britain replied, a small smile on his face as well, "a big softie."

He turned off her light, walking out of her room and quietly closing her door.

He went into his own room, getting ready for bed himself.

He turned the light off and closed his door as well, getting comfy in his own bed.

Hopefully tomorrow goes smoother than it went today, he hoped to himself, and by "smoother," he meant quiet.

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After Kalda had woken up the next morning, she remembered the night before.

Britain actually put me to bed, she awkwardly realized. Why?

She noticed that it was seven-thirty in the morning, so she decided to get ready to work.

She grabbed her cleaning supplies after she had put on her shoes, wanting to get to work right away.

Kalda filled up a bucket of water and grabbed a mop, ready to make the living room floor shine like it probably used to.

Kalda wondered if Britain did his own housework or not, but she had decided to come off of that subject after she had heard a door creak open.

She turned her head into the direction of the noise, noticing that Britain had come out of his room and was already dressed in his military attire.

Britain walked down the hallway to enter a different room, not even bothering to give Kalda a glance.

Kalda quietly followed him, knowing that he probably wanted to speak with her.

She knocked on the door before she entered his study, even though the door was already open, wanting to show him her manners.

"Is there something that you need, Kalda?" Britain kindly asked with a smile, and Kalda noticed that he was unnaturally calm today.

"Uh...I was just checking to see if you were all right this morning," Kalda nervously explained.

"Alright," Britain answered as he started writing a letter. "You may finish your current work and then I will need you in here with me."

"What?" Kalda gasped, becoming scared. "Did I do something wrong? Are you going to send me away?"

"Calm down," Britain calmly assured her, looking at her eyes. "It's nothing serious. I just need you to organize something for me while I continue writing this letter."

"Oh," Kalda replied in a shaky sigh. "Okay. I'll try to hurry up so that I don't delay you."

"Thank you," Britain answered, continuing to write his letter.

Kalda walked away to finish mopping the floor.

Since she had done most of the floor the day before, she had only a small chunk left to finish.

After she had put her cleaning supplies away, she walked back to Britain's study as she was earlier instructed.

"I'm here," Kalda calmly announced, knocking on the door again.

"Perfect," Britain answered. "I need you to organize these letters and other things by their date. Oldest date goes first all the way up to the current date. Do you think that you can do it?"

"Of course," Kalda politely replied, walking into the room and grabbing the pile of letters and other things, "but wouldn't alphabetical order or size be more efficient?"

"Do you want to do my job?" Britain asked with a smirk, an evil and scary one at that, as he stood up and gestured to his chair and desk. 

Kalda immediately got scared, not wanting to become an adult quite yet.

"Uh, no, sir!" she said, rapidly shaking her head. "I'll have them organized by their date in no time flat!"

She went over to his mail shelf, already beginning to form an organization plan.

"I thought so," Britain smugly replied as he sat down in his chair again.

"Why are you suddenly being so playful today?" Kalda casually asked, thinking that something was up with Britain.

"What?" Britain answered cheerfully. "Can't an adult like me have fun?"

"Just yesterday, you were against fun," Kalda countered, turning to face him. "Why the sudden change?"

"It's not your place to know," Britain answered, now becoming serious, "and I expect those letters and other things to be organized by their date in the next ten minutes, so I suggest that you get busy instead of wasting your time talking."

"Ugh," Kalda huffed. "Fine, be that way."

Kalda started to sift through the letters and what most people call "junk mail," and something suddenly caught her attention.

"To Britain, from France," Kalda read in her mind.

"Just leave that one somewhere else," Britain said as he looked at Kalda. "I'll read it later."

"Yes, sir," Kalda calmly replied, putting the letter on his desk as she walked by him to grab a sheet of paper and a pen.

She walked back to the shelf and to the remaining letters and junk mail, starting to write their dates down so that she didn't get them confused.

After Kalda was done writing the dates down, she organized them by their dates like Britain had earlier requested.

"I'm done," Kalda grinned. "You can come and check them if you want."

Britain said nothing in return as he did just that.

He counted every single letter, inspecting them as if he were a detective, and Kalda was starting to feel like that she must have messed up somewhere. 

"I have to say that I'm quite impressed," Britain said, not smiling or joking around. "You did a great job."

"Thank you," Kalda replied as her grin grew. "I always try my best."

"I can tell," Britain smiled, walking back to his desk.

Kalda was beginning to hope that Britain would start to like her soon.

She had earlier thought that he was the problem, but then she began to realize that the problem could be her.

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The rest of the week went by rather quickly, and before Kalda and Britain knew it, it was Sunday.

Britain had to admit that he hadn't been this relieved in his whole life except for the day where America had left him to make a nation of his own.

Although, he had never felt so worried about someone going home alone and by themselves in his entire life except for the day where America had left him as well.

"Are you sure that there's nothing else that I can do for you, Mister Britain?" Kalda asked him as she brought her suitcase with her to the front door.

Britain just shook his head, not wanting her to worry about him.

"No, Kalda," he replied. "I think you've done enough for-"

"You don't need any shelves to be organized or any kitchen items to be cleaned?" Kalda insisted.

Britain calmly put both of his hands on her shoulders, looking at her in the eyes.

He tried not to blush and ignored his now rapid heartbeat.

"Kalda," he said in an even tone, "you've done enough. I will see you in two weeks, understand?"

Kalda just nodded, sniffling a little.

Oh dear, Britain thought in a sigh. The girl is crying now?

"Why are you crying?" he asked, crossing his arms and looking at her with a smile.

"I-I don't know," Kalda sniffled some more, wiping her tears away.

Then, she attacked Britain in a hug, almost tackling him onto the now clean floor.

Britain held his ground, Kalda practically sobbing into his chest.

"I don't want to leave you alone, Mister Britain!" Kalda sobbed. "I feel awful and horrible for leaving you all alone and silent in this big house!"

So that's what she's crying over? Britain sadly realized.

"I won't be alone forever," he calmly told her, awkwardly hugging her back. "America and Canada are coming over today, remember?"

Kalda seemed to calm down a little, and the two pulled apart.

"I still feel bad," Kalda said in a choked up voice. "I hate leaving people like us alone."

People like us? Britain wondered in confusion. I'm afraid that we are rather different, Kalda.

Before Britain could tell her that, the front door was opened.

The two looked into that direction, seeing America walk in first and Canada second, the two of them arguing over something.

As usual, Britain sighed in annoyance.

"Hey, da-" America started, but cut off once he saw Britain glare at him.

"-uh, dude," America awkwardly finished.

"See you, Mister Britain," Kalda cheerfully smiled, closing her eyes in happiness. "I'll write you letters all week to make sure that you're okay."

"Thanks, but I think I will be just-" Britain began to tell her, but she interrupted him with another hug.

She tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, and he tried not to cringe in pain.

Britain realized that Kalda was bringing his head down to her level, and he was pretty sure that he knew why.

"Don't miss me too much, okay?" she whispered into his ear. "I actually enjoyed our week together."

Kalda pulled away, leaving an internally freaking out Britain behind her as Kalda picked up her suitcase.

"See you in two weeks, Mister Britain," she grinned. "I bet you two bucks that you'll miss me in the next hour. Good day to you, Mister America and Mister Canada."

America and Canada smiled and nodded in answer, waving to her as Kalda waved back.

With that Kalda literally skipped out of the house, disappearing from Britain's sight for the next two weeks.

Britain got tackled by his two sons once Kalda had left the house, grinning because of the group hug.

The three men laughed, and Britain could tell that the two blondes had a lot of things to tell him.

I hope Kalda will be able to stand Russia and all of his demands, Britain thought with a slight smirk. She'll probably go back to her brothers within an hour if she can't.

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Kalda took a quick peek inside one of the living room windows.

Jeez, Kalda, her conscience told her in annoyance. You're such a creepy stalker.

Kalda ignored the voice in her head as she looked at the way Britain talked to America and Canada.

It was honestly quite sweet.

Kalda silently laughed as Britain looked annoyed by the mute words that were coming out of America's mouth.

Just another day at the Britain House, Kalda giggled. The poor man has to deal with that probably every week.

Britain suddenly used no self-control whatsoever as he put America in a playful headlock, Canada laughing even more.

Yep, Kalda confirmed in her head as she smirked. Just another day at the Britain House.