Hello fan fictioners! This is Drehmelwithwings calling on all you HETALIA: AXIS POWERS fans for feed back on my latest work of craziness. I hate the process of having people beta test my shit so i had a small select group of friends who could go through my story relatively quickly, beta this.
I have high hopes from this story and have several real life beta testers names listed in here. I really would like to thank LolliDictator for creating the manual fics this story is based off of.
Okay, you know how firewalls are supposed to keep out those damn annoying pop-up ads? I was currently dealing with one ad that really seemed to hate me. "Just go away you stupid ad!" I yelled at my laptop before three words caught my eye, 'free', 'units', 'Hetalia'. I hit the ad and it took me to a website. I filled in my information and grumbled about how stupid I felt for this as I hit enter. The screen popped up a small box saying my first unit would arrive in 1-3 business days. Great. I then chose to put my head down for a couple minutes rest.
When I awoke it was to the sound of loud knocking. "Geez, calm down I'm coming!" I yelled through my all too quiet home. It's supposed to be quiet in your house when you're in college, right? Anyways, I lived alone as of right now because my college didn't actually assign me a roommate. I was supposed to receive one but they goofed up and I ended up in the biggest house on campus without anyone there to keep me relatively sane. Now honestly I missed having people running around the house but the quiet did have its advantages. So, I got the next best thing, a cat.
"Hey, there you are Alice!" I said as my orange black kitty hopped up on to my shoulders. I slid open the door to the front porch. I'd been given a grant to remodel and decided on Japanese sliding doors. They totally rocked. I couldn't believe what I saw when slid the door open. "Excuse me is this Miss Drehmel's home?"
The guy I was looking at stood only a bit taller than me with dark black hair and a bright green uniform. "S-S-S-Sam? Is that you Sam?"
"Do I know you?"
"It's me, Megan Drehmel, from high school."
"Wow, honestly didn't recognize you, you've changed so much." He mumbled quietly.
"You too, I mean I didn't know you worked in delivery…" I was stopped dead holding back giggles by the logo on his shirt. "Let alone for Flying Mint Bunny Express. Does it pay well?"
"I guess so, it pays the bills…" I looked at the large wooden crate next to Sam.
"Oh boy where to put that thing? This ought to be fun!"
"So, let's get this box inside and I'll be on my way out."
"Okay, how about we set this in the living room?"
"Fine by me."
So after Sam left, I stared down the box as if waiting for it to bust open by itself. It didn't. I grabbed the manual on the couch.
Matthew Williams
User's manual
Great, at least he was relatively sane as opposed to like Ivan Braginski. I mean I've seen the series, and man that guy was extremely creepy, beyond normal creepy. Plus I was two months from twenty-one which means he'd be an alcoholics anonymous member by the time I was able to buy the vodka he ran off of. Besides, vodka was not cheap! Maple syrup, sure that was easy to get, Russian vodka, not so much. I smiled at the large box, thinking about his character. His character was quiet, sweet but almost invisible. Poor guy didn't have a lot of friends but he did have a small polar bear named Kumajiro, I think.
I decided that because I had the option I would play Lady Gaga. This was bound to have one hell of a response! I played Love game really loud and immediately I heard,
"ALFRED, I'M NOT DATING LADY GAGA!"
Pffft! "Okay, let's get one thing straight, I sing WAY better than Lady Gaga!"
"Alfred, are you out there, it seems like I'm stuck in this box thing..." I heard a small whimper from the crate. Guess I should let him out… I grabbed my spare crow bar from behind the couch. Why I had a crowbar behind my couch is not what the damn story is about, but if anyone has to know it makes me feel safe! I put in enough force to send the small padlock clattering to the ground. I then proceeded to pull the front of the crate off. Inside I saw a 19 year old guy curled up on the bottom of the box. He looked up at me and gave me a half-smile.
"So, I hear you're not dating Lady Gaga."
"Nope, I'm definitely not…"
"Good I mean have you seen the things that woman turns into outfits? Absolutely ridiculous!"
"Yeah, and I thought I was the only one who wasn't blind to her insanity!"
Well, this was off to a good start! I'd better find him a place to sleep though…
"Grab your stuff and I'll find you a place to sleep."
I cleared out an old room upstairs that already had a bed and some old furniture. Matthew only smiled and offered to help if there was anything that was really big, or heavy. When I finally got the room cleared I made the bed for him with my favorite down comforter. It was really fluffy and I'd stitched little red maple leaves in it.
"Wow, so this is my room?"
"Yes, Matthew this is your room. Do you like it?"
"Yeah it's really nice, but I think I like the blankets in here most…"
"Why do you like the blankets most Matthew?"
"I like the maple leaves on the top blanket…"
Oh, that explains it… *Cough*idiot*Cough*
After my little face palm moment I decided to let Matthew get some rest. So I went downstairs and started channel flipping on the TV. I ended up hooked on some show about the British rule over Canada. It was about how after the Seven Years' War the Treaty of Paris submitted all North American land owned by the French was then under British rule, except for Louisiana which belonged to Spain. I felt bad for Canada and France, England was just a big bully! I felt bad for the blond teen in my spare room. To not have much of a choice on where he should be and who he wanted to stay with, he must have had a screwed up childhood.
Just then Matthew walked in to see me crying on the couch. "Are you okay, Miss?"
"Yeah I'm fine; I just was watching a sad movie."
He sat next to me and lightly pulled my face towards his using his thumb to wipe my tears away. "What's wrong, I can't help you if you don't tell me, eh." His words were calm and soft spoken.
Suddenly my house phone started ringing, saved by the bell!
"Hello, Drehmel residence, Megan speaking."
"Hello this is the most awesome guy who ever walked the earth, Trevor, calling miss totally un-awesome."
"Fuck you, Trevor, fuck you."
"Touché, Megan, touché."
"Why, call me? You can just talk to your boyfriend about your apparent awesomeness."
"Ow, wow hurtful… how long has it been since graduation? Three years, or was it two?"
"Three, Trevor it has been three long peace filled years."
"Well, I kind of wanted to visit so, what college are you in, who accepted you?"
"The Art Institute of Houston, Texas. I was so happy; I'm actually on a full ride scholarship as of right now."
"Sweet, what kind of living arrangements?"
"No roommates, but one hell of a big house."
"Want me to bring Katy and Alley?"
"Well, no duh, I mean I have such a quiet home it'd be awesome, to see them again and I certainly have enough room."
"Next week, how does that sound?"
"Sounds amazing bring some cheese please, because in Texas, there are no good cheese places."
"Fine by me, so, sure you don't have any roommates that would mind?"
"No roommates Trevor… but I do have a very nice Canadian transfer who would love some horseshoes* and maple syrup."
"A CANAIDIAN! ARE YOU SERIOUS, THAT'S AWESOME!"
"I'm hanging up Trevor."
"WAIT! CAN I TALK TO THE CANAI-"
I set the phone down on the table, sighing to myself and walking back out to be greeted by the sweet Canadian's bambi eyes.
"Who was that?" Dammed it all, I thought as my eyes caught his pleading eyes.
"An old friend who is coming to visit. He lives in Wisconsin, and we met each other in high school."
Way to keep quiet, Megan. Nice resolve!
"Okay and they are bringing maple syrup, right?"
"Yes they are Canada, yes they are."
"Great, I can make brownies and pancakes…"
"No brownies."
See if it hadn't been for the fact I like to read cover to cover on manuals I wouldn't have known that the quiet Canadian had a tendency to whip up fresh homemade hash brownies. Yeah, like I really want to get high, especially off a Canadian's brownies!
"So just pancakes are you sure?" he asked innocently.
"Sounds right, plus I had a big lunch and I need to head to class soon anyways so a quick batch of pancakes sounds just amazing!"
"I'll make them from scratch, and make sure they're the best you've ever eaten!"
I smiled and ran to my bedroom to change pulling on a layered blue dress with ruffles coming off the waistline, and long deep purple sleeves. As I walked in to the kitchen I saw Matthew making pancakes with a sweet smile on his face.
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P.S.
*Horseshoes are a special type of american doughnut made only in the small town of Cadott Wisconsin. More to the point that the reason they are so popular is because they have a special type of frosting that is truly amazing!
My mom works at the bakery where they sell them and for that specific reason i can't let anything slip about how they make the doughnuts, but i will write a prizefic for the reviewer that can tell me the frosting flavor!