Disclaimer: Really, if I owned Hetalia I'd be rich thanks to the millions of fangirls and not writing on here. Therefore, I do not own Hetalia.

Isabella groaned and rolled over in her bed, not expecting to fall onto the floor with a loud thud that would wake her dog and cause him to attack her face with his tongue. Then again, Isabella wouldn't be expecting a lot of things that would happen within the next few hours.

After pushing her dog, Tino away from her face and making her bed, she went to wipe the dog saliva from her face. She quickly made her bed, and headed down the stairs for some much needed tea. She set the kettle to boil, and made her way to the living room, turning on her television to check the weather. She nodded her head and made a noise of approval. "Not to hot today, just right to go to the market."

She continued to listen to the noise, making herself comfortable on her fluffy yet small loveseat. "Oh good, they finally caught the rapist terrorizing the girls in the neighborhood," she stated with a small smile, while petting Tino who had come to join her from upstairs. The kettle in the kitchen started screeching, so she quickly made her way to her stove, Tino on her heels.

She dropped a few green tea packets in to steep, and made her way to Tino's food bowl. After filling it with Purina Puppy Chow © and filling up his water bowl, she once again migrated into her living room onto her loveseat. She watched for a few minutes, listening to a story about two teenagers who tortured a dog and were facing a long time in prison if convicted. She got up to check on her tea, thoroughly disgusted by the two teens.

A few minutes later, Isabella was relaxing on the couch, enjoying the quiet drone of the television and Tino's loud munches on his puppy food. After a few more cups of tea, she sighed and headed up the stairs and into her bedroom. She stretched and opened the doors to her closet. "Let's see, it'll be in the 70's today… ah, yes a sundress," she muttered, pawing through her clothes until she found the yellow dress she was looking for. Slipping on matching sandals, she grabbed her backpack and packed it full of the necessities; her phone, her wallet, lip balm, pepper spray, pens and pencils, drawing materials, and a sketchpad. She then proceeded to grab Tino's dog leash, a pair of sunglasses and her keys.

Ready to head downstairs and out the door, she was surprised to hear the doorbell ring. She walked down the stairs, a curious expression evident on her face. "I'm not expecting someone, and I doubt it's the mailwoman," she whispered, opening the door and keeping Tino back.

"Uh, I've got a package for an Isabella Roma. If you'll just sign here, I can wheel it in," the man said in a slightly shaking voice. Isabella signed, but questioned, "Wheel?" Sure enough, the man; his name tag said Phillip Mace; wheeled in a package, much larger than any package she had ever received.

"Uh, thank you," Isabella said awkwardly, as he nodded just as awkwardly and headed back to his truck to deliver mail.

Isabella looked at the package, and walked over to it curiously. "I didn't order this, I live by myself, and it looks expensive. Who ordered this?" She wondered out loud. She looked at what she thought to be the front, and saw a packet attached.

FELICIANO VARGAS: User Guide and Manual

CONGRATULATIONS! You have just purchased your very own FELICIANO VARGAS unit! In order to allow you full access to all of your unit's wonderful traits, we have provided this manual. Reading it is highly advised to avoid any undesirable situations involving a furious older brother unit.

Technical Specifications:

Name: Feliciano Vargas. Will respond to "Italy", "Italia", "Venice", "Milan", "Florence", "Veneziano", "Feli", and "Pasta freak".

Age: 20

Place of Manufacture: Venice, Italy

Height: 5'8"

Weight: N/A (it tends to fluctuate with his intake of pasta)

Length: Well, he sure won't be raising a white flag in this department, if you catch our drift...

Isabella looked at the 'manual' again. "A unit? What is that supposed to mean?"

She continued to read, periodically looking at the large box in front of her. Once she had thoroughly read the manual through, twice, she decided she was going to wake him up. "Okay Tino, get ready for a surprise," she warned him, closing her door. He perked up at his name, and she smiled and patted his head.

She went into the kitchen and heated up the pasta she had coincidentally made the night before. She set it next to the box and she soon heard loud punching, though it ended very quickly. "Help-a me! This-a box is hard!" A frantic voice called from inside the box. Isabella quickly undid the top to the box and hushed Tino, who decided to bark and the unknown voice.

Out of the box came a blur and Isabella felt something someone jump into her arms and hug her tightly. "Thank-a you for-a saving me from that-a box!" The person in her arms exclaimed. Isabella looked at him hesitantly. He, at least she thought it was a he, had brown hair and amber eyes and was crying. He was wearing a blue military uniform, and what seemed to be a white flag in his hand.

"Well, I guess you're welcome, Feliciano," she said sweetly, hoping to soothe him. He released her and got to his feet.

"How-a did you know-a my name?" He asked innocently.

"Uh, lucky guess," she muttered, deciding not to tell him that he came with a manual she had basically memorized. He just shrugged and smiled.

"Do I-a get to know-a your name?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

She nodded. "I'm Isabella Roma," she answered, and his face morphed into excitement.

"Like-a the city of-a Rome in-a my home, Italy!" He exclaimed, jumping up and down.

"Yes, like Rome. My ancestors came here from Rome," Isabella said, pointing to a picture on the wall of the city of Rome itself. He oohed.

"That's-a so cool! It's so-a beautiful in-a Rome, like-a you bella." Isabella blushed, but thanked him.

She looked at her dog and jumped. "I need to go to the market… but I don't think I can leave you here alone. I don't think I want to either. Okay, here Tino, here boy," she thought aloud, hooking Tino up to his leash when he came to her. She picked up her basket and turned to Feliciano.

"Alright, we're going to the market. I want you to hold onto either my hand or my arm, whichever makes you more comfortable. And, uh, be yourself." He nodded in response, and grabbed her hand, swinging it back and forth singing 'Ve~ Ve~'.

Isabella looked at him curiously, but made her way out the door with Tino and Feli. "This is gonna be a long trip," she muttered as Feli decided to point out everything he saw.

Author Note: OMG MY FIRST FIC! I'm so excited! 3 Please, do review and any flames with be used to grill hamburgers with America!