Alright, I know I shouldn't be reacting like this. Any other girl would have squeed their heart out and glomped them to death, no doubt about it. But I...just can't. It was a month ago today that I had entered the Hetalia contest. FUNimation had a small ad at the very end of the newest episode. "For the small price of $6.99, you could have the chance to meet three of your favorite countries! Imagine spending the whole day with someone centuries old! Enter now!" The screen then showed all of the qualifications and addresses necessary, along with a smiling Italy.

At first, I figured it was just a load of crap. I mean, what are the chances of me winning? One in one million fans? And you know there were going to be people that entered more than once under different names... But then I thought, "C'mon, it's cheap, right? YOLO!"... I am so sorry for that, just couldn't resist.

So I found a scrap of paper, a pencil that was way too dull for my liking, and plopped down on my living room couch. Okay, Moot, I thought, you really need to think right now: Who do you want to spend the day with? "Hmm..."

To tell the truth, I really don't have a favorite Hetalia character. They were all so terrific! Canada was so cute, with his little bear and shy smile, England was quite the attractive tsundere, and c'mon—we all know the Italy twins were straight up adorable! How could I possibly choose?

Biting my lip in thought, I tapped my pencil's eraser against the side of my head. A weird sound was coming out…I-Is it…hollow! Somehow, that gave me an idea. I needed to choose a country that was mindlessly fun, someone who used nearly no thought.… Prussia. It had to be Prussia.

He was the whole package: A handsome man that had a macho, obnoxious façade, though it's all because he's lonely and wants attention...Genius! I scratched his name onto the paper. Just two more to go. Who else to add, who else to add…

I looked to my side and saw the small, mahogany table I had purchased. It was mostly piled with random stuff I was too lazy to get up and put away: Bills, magazines, box tops, dried up roses…

Wait. Hold up. Dried up roses? Absentmindedly, I picked up the flowers, careful to avoid the thorns. The petals were super withered, though they still had the same luscious glow they possessed when I first got them. Kinda reminds me of Francey-Pants…

I thought about France's overall personality very hard, then. There was how France was shown in the fandom, always trying to get into someone or something's pants, and there was how he was portrayed in the actual anime, as a loving and caring man that wants everyone to experience love despite their background...It would really suck to get the first one, but it was a gamble I was willing to make. I wrote his name next on the paper.

Last one, I mused. This is a toughie!

All of the characters of Hetalia seemed to flash right before my eyes, sparkling in all their sparkly glory. To think that I could choose any of them...it was just too much. Maybe I should try and get a female character. Y'know, to have a gal-pal to talk too...Nah, I'm sticking with the bishies!

With a sigh, I got up and rummaged through my dresser drawers, looking for something in particular. "Aha!" Grabbing my iPod, I went back to my previous spot on the couch, setting it to 'Shuffle'(...I really don't have an iPod, I just listen to music on my PC. I don't know if the Shuffle setting is even on an IPod, but just go along with it~). I thought that a little music could calm me down, and maybe even give me some inspiration. After about half an hour later, the last song in the playlist began: Muchacha Kiss Kiss Bang. I remembered buying this one specifically in Spanish. So much hotter...

This song always had a way of making me want to move. At first, I just bobbed my head from side to side in silent merriment, though that quickly escalated to dancing gleefully while singing along. I don't know how it did, but it did. The tune coming to a close, I picked up my pencil and paper again, a lot surer about my decision. I definitely had to get Spain.

Throughout the whole show, Spain had been able to make me laugh 'til I pissed myself. Though he tended to be a little dense, he was always optimistic, facing his problems head-on and with a smile. I scrawled his name onto the paper.

Taking a closer look at my submission, I noticed something weird: The three nations I had chosen were all a part of the Bad Touch Trio...How the freak had I not noticed that before!? Filling out the rest of the necessary info, I put the slip in an envelope, slapped a stamp on it, and sent that bad boy in. All I had to do was wait.

Three weeks had passed. No news about the contest, winners and losers included.

Actually, I can't remember if I was still monitoring the mailbox or not. I didn't have the greatest odds to begin with, so eventually I migrated back to deviantART. There were fanfics to be completed, of course! As I was logging in, there was a knock at the door. Setting my laptop down, I did quick breath-check. Results: meh.

Whoever was at the door was really starting to tick me off, spamming the doorbell with every step I took. Probably that darn solicitor again..."Oi, keep your panties on," I yelled, turning the doorknob. Lo and behold, the three most beautiful men to have ever graced this planet were standing at my door stop. *Insert squee here*

Prussia, who I assume had been ringing the doorbell, looked up at me with a smug grin. "Hallo zhere, frau. The Awesome Me and mein almost-as-awesome best friends are here to spend zhe day vith zhou."

I'm sure my eyes had almost popped out of my skull. For one thing, I actually won that competition? And two...HETALIA IS REAL!? A dark blush on my chocolate cheeks, I reached out a finger and poked Spain. Not to be rude or weird, of course. I just needed to make sure.

Spain chuckled, engulfing my hand in his. "I assure you, chica, we are real! And as the winner of the contest, you have the honor of showing us around!" His smiling, forest-green eyes locked with mine. I could have died right there. France took my other hand, pressing a small kiss to the top of it.

"Mon fleur, I'd say it is more our honor to be in the presence of such a beautiful woman as yourself~" Oh, how he always knew just what to say...

We then went out on the town, playing in the park, eating at different restraints-even pulling pranks on random citizens! It was truly a wonderful day...

But then the Honeymoon stage ended. The full day had passed, and the trio was supposed to leave. If I wasn't such a boss at hiding my emotions, I probably would have cried. But I'm a ninja. So I didn't. Taking a nice long shower, I slipped into my sheep-patterned PJs and got under the covers. I turned out the bedside lamp with a yawn. It was good while it lasted...

Like a clap of thunder, my bedroom door crashed open, followed by a deluge of footsteps. "Wakey wakey, mi tomate!" Someone's hands shook my shoulders harshly. Caught off guard, I struck out blindly, crying, "Thieves! Thieves!" My wild fists of fury landed on someone, and where followed by loud shouts of pain.

I cut on the lamp again to see a battered Prussia, a surprised France, and a...still happy Spain. Prussia was clutching his cheek, where I could see the faint outline of a crimson hand. His eyebrows were knit together in poorly-concealed agony. "Verdammt, voman! Vhy zhe heck vould zhou do zhat!?"

I sat on my bed, very confused. Weren't they supposed to have left a few hours ago? Why were they at my place? How did they get in? France seemed to read my mind, and sat down beside me. "We were at the airport, getting ready to go to our separate 'omes, when a very unattractive stewardess told us zhat all flights were cancelled due to zhe inclement weather. In other words...Bonjour, new roommate!"

...And it's been like that ever since. I was good the first few days, but later on, they got harder and harder to deal with. Spain was always using my credit card to buy tomatoes, Prussia would always steal my laptop to update his blog, and France was always going through my underwear drawer! I mean, for realzies? Don't you do anything else?

In attempt to get them to do something productive, I want you to ask these guys some questions. Have relationship issues? Friends bothering you? School got you down? *Ask some hundred-year-old countries for help! Also, you can dare them to do things, ask or dare ME to do things, or just say somethin' on your mind! I'll choose up to 10 of these to answer/ respond to. Let your imagination run wild! *cue rainbow*

I really hope the guys aren't reading this over my shoulder...

"We are, chica."

"Ja."

"Oui."

Howdy, y'all!
I've been wanting to do something like this for awhile now, and I can finally do it for one purpose:
I have reached +50 watchers on deviantART.
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Double G.
I never knew I could do that with just my writing! Yep, this panel ting is my way of thanks.

(For those of you who don't kow, all of mterial is posted on dA first under the same username, 'moot3100'. It'd mean a lot to me if you checked it out~)

Crappy, I know, but I'm broke and your strangers. Seems fair enough.
So just ask some questions in the comments and they may be answered in the next installment.

*Just know that all advice should be taken with a grain of rice. If it's a serious question, I'll try to give a serious answer, but how serious can I be in a BTT fic? Your also welcome to ask some questions about my life, but know I'm not getting too personal.
Oh, and don't try to ask questions from your History class homework. I will give you the wrong answers on purpose.
I don't own Hetalia or the BTT, but the BTT owns you.

MUHAHAHAHAHA~!