Year of the Hetalia Units Ch. 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia and the Hetalia Units belong to Lolidictator. The only people I own are Lizzie and Mia.

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I was so happy to have Winter break it wasn't even funny. Getting a degree in medical engineering was hard enough without having to take care of my little sister, Mia.

Mia has strawberry-blonde, wavy hair and light brown eyes. Her skin is a pale pink. I have crazy, brown, curly hair- the kind that you can roll out of bed with and it's practically done. My eyes are chestnut-colored and my skin is pale.

We both adore everything the other does. It's a good relationship with the both of us living in the large apartment we rent with the inheritance we got from my grandmother, who raised us.

She attends high school at a local magnet school while I study and go to class. It's a good system, minus the fact that we can only afford one laptop.

The other night, the one three nights before Christmas, I was online doing research for a paper while Mia played video games on her Japanese DS. Suddenly came across a strange popup. It said I won something, so I exed it out.

Then my computer shut down. "Oh, come on!" I almost screamed. Then my black computer began to flash the colors of different flags. "What's going on?"

Then, it all stopped, showed a cream screen. It said that if I wanted my computer back, I had to type in my name and address. So I did, reluctantly. Anything to avoid a virus, we couldn't afford another one if we kept the apartment until Mia graduated.

Surprisingly, all of the craziness stopped, so I restarted my computer and went to bed.

The next day, I woke up to a knock at the door. I pulled on my bathrobe and tried to slightly fix my hair, but to no avail. I opened the door to a man with a crate so big it could barely fit into our house.

"I'm from the Hetalia Unit Center. This is the unit you won, so please sign here."

"What did I win from?"

"I don't know, I'm the just the delivery guy."

"Okay." I signed the clipboard and he wheeled the crate into the house and handed me a manual.

"Good luck," he said, before walking out the door.

I gazed down at the manual and frowned. It was Prussia. I hoped we could handle his ego. He is not my favorite, but he was better than Russia, so I could cope.

I looked at the manual. There were a few ways to wake him, but I chose the third, pissing him off. I slowly opened the box. Inside, sure enough was the sleeping Prussian. He was hot, I thought and I paused, considering whether or not this was a good idea. I giggled. This was going to be fun.

"Oi, Kaliningrad! Get your lazy ass out of bed you big, unawesome twerp!" Though I know this may be cruel and unusual, I kicked his head once with my bare foot. I saw his eyes open and the next two things I felt were a hand around my neck and my back against the wall.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" he calmed for a moment. "So you're the unawesome chick who woke me u-"

I went into self-defense mode without realizing it. I accidently kicked him in the stomach and twisted his wrist, sending him into a fall.

I locked him down and glared at him. "Never, EVER, do that again or I will kick your sorry ass from here to China and back. Do you hear me? I need you to know who's boss around here."

All I heard was a squeak before I realized I was choking him so I stood up and glared at him. I quickly reprogrammed him.

Mia came into the room, yawning and rubbing her eyes. "Lizzie, you woke me up. I thought we agreed that you wouldn't practice hapkido in the house."

She finally opened her eyes fully and stared at Prussia as he rose. "Who's the albino."

"His-"

"I'm the awesome Prussia and Miss Tornado-Hair here just woke me up too."

"Hey!"

"So he's from Hetalia?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I'm hungry. Make me breakfast Lizzie."

"The awesome me wants food too!"

I sighed. "Okay, I'll make breakfast."

I made waffles, eggs, and bacon. It smelled amazing. We all sat at the table, eating. Then I took a sip of my tea and stared at Prussia's red eyes.

"Prussia, we have some ground rules we all follow."

"The awesome me doesn't need to follow your unawesome rules."

I glared at him. "You will follow them or you will die, do you hear me? The first rule is no touching my sister or me. If you do, you will actually get killed. Rule number 2, don't spend too much money, we have a limited amount."

"But you can't-"

I smirked. "I," I said, "can do whatever I please, so please follow those two rules and I'll pretty much let you do whatever you want."

"Humph."

I chuckled. This was more fun than I could have imagined. I should have ordered a unit ages ago.

Mia and I got dressed and came back out into the living room. I wore a a pair of light wash trouser jeans, a white shirt, and a burgundy sweater. Mia was wearing a pair of dark wash boot cut jeans and a baby-blue sweatshirt.

Prussia was watching TV on the couch. We sat next to him with me in the middle. The rest of the day was fairly quiet, but around 5, Prussia started complaining about wanting beer.

I personally think beer tastes like old bread and never have any in the house. I sighed.

"Fine," I said, standing up and grabbing Prussia's wrist. "Mia, hold down the fort while I'm gone."

"You're taking the awesome me with you?" He looked confused.

I threw him an old, baggy sweatshirt and I put on my black trench coat. "I don't drink. You'll yell at me if I get bad beer, right?"

We walked down the three flights of stairs because the elevator broke due to my friend Sue and I fighting in there. We would practice different technique in the elevator because it is sound proofed. Sue threw a kick and broke the button panel. Long story short, the landlady hates us and I'm still paying her back.

We walked out into the empty street. It was snowing and I stuck out my younger out of habit. Prussia scoffed and I blushed a bit, embarrassed.

Then he started to chuckle. "Kesesesesesese. You're funny Ms. Tornado-Hair."

I waltzed down the street to a liquor store and hopped inside. "Choose whatever kind you want unless it's over $30. That's my cocktail fund for the month."

"Wow, you really don't drink. That's so unawesome." He picked out a six-pack of beer. It was $29.99.

"I hate you, you know that?"

"I thought you didn't drink," he replied slyly.

I sighed. We walked back to the house. I thought I was having fun, but I had no idea how much my life would change.