Okay so hers my hetalia units fic! So this is kinda your average hetalia units fic. With quite a few twists on mythology. And though i have few other hetalia stories, this is the first i guess i have a real plan for. So hopefully you'll stick around for it.
I dont own Hetalia, but if i did...oh the wonders. Based off of LOLLIDICTATOR or EST. 1995 Manual fics!

She slammed her car door shut with her free hand, the other holding a file of papers, which were currently becoming soaked. She hurried her pace up the soaked stone steps, leading up to her dreary blue house. She pulled out her keys, hands shaking as she did so, until she got the right key, placing it in the key hole, and opening the door. As soon as she got in she leaned against the door, scanning her eyes across the room. The entrance was greeted by the sight of stairs, with warm rich dark wood, and a room directly to the right of it, leading into the living room, which had a door to the kitchen from there. She sighed, rubbing her hand across her face, as if to wake herself up, and then looked down at the papers in her hands. "You're Lucky he even gave you the Job, Penelope" She scolded herself. Today she had arrived for her first interview, for the opening spot as a waitress in the local sea food restaurant.

For a lot of her interviews, she used her voice; she hummed a little song for a moment, till they were lulled into a state, in which they'd consider giving her the job, which would work out in her favor. But not today, oh no, she sang. But there was nothing, no edge to her voice, no hypnotization. Just a humming idiot, and much to her embarrassment, she was humming quiet loudly, like some mad person.
She got up from her position, peeling off her soaked jacket, hanging it on the coat rack, revealing a light blue skirt going to her knees, with a nice blouse about the same color, tucked in; both soaked as well. She laughed coldly to herself, "What kind of a Siren can't sing!" she rubbed her temples before looking at her shoulder, then slowly peeling off the soaked clothing, revealing long claw marks on her shoulder. "Stupid mermaid…saw him first" she murmured. She examined the wound a bit more before giving up. "Bah," Penelope was just about to head upstairs to change, and then maybe go watch some Hetalia to cheer her up, but a knock at the door stopped her. "What? I'm not expecting anyone" she stopped over to the door, and opened it up.

A boy, not much older than her wearing a cap with flying mint bunny on It, stood in the door way, an umbrella over him, and a huge box behind him. Hey, maybe I can try my song with this guy
"Are you Miss Penelope Torres?" He asked looking at the papers in his hand. She nodded, and began humming a random song, her gaze intense on him. His eyes widened slightly, and then adjusted his hat, looking quiet confused. Alright, we're never trying that again she thought to herself. "Right…sign here please" he handed her the clipboard. "Wait a minute I didn't even order anything!" she exclaimed, and then looked back at the box, wondering what in the world could be in it. "You won this unit in a contest, sign here" he was very persistent, she'd give him that. Penelope took the pen and clipboard from his hands signing the piece of paper, and then handed it back to him. While she was signing he took the liberty of already moving the huge box inside her house. "Enjoy your unit!" and the door closed.

She looked back over at the box, and had a sinking feeling that this would be the last bit of peace and quiet she'd get for a long time. She walked over to the box and picked up an envelope, opening it up.
She pulled out what was inside, which turned out to be a book saying "CONGRATULATIONS! You have just purchased your very own ARTHUR KIRKLAND unit. This manual was written in order to ensure that you, the owner, can unlock your unit's full potential as a guardian, boyfriend, and/or pirate."
"Pirate eh?" she smirked, then opened up the book to awakening him, it read:

Awakening your ARTHUR KIRKLAND unit is generally quite simple, but if he was jostled during shipment it could be harder. We have provided this list of failsafe ways to wake your unit, jostled or not, which will not result in you missing any body parts at the end. Your unit tends to make a lot more assumptions than he should, which might result in some terrifying moments while getting him up, but don't worry - he won't really hurt you, unless you're a FRANCIS BONNEFOIS unit.

1. Set a plate of hamburgers next to the box, preferably with a fan to force the aroma towards the box with. Momentarily, your unit will shout at you to get the food out of his face before kicking his way out of the box unless you move the food within two seconds. It is advised to stand a few meters away to avoid being stabbed with bits of the box. Once he realizes that you are not an ALFRED F. JONES unit, he will apologize for his "ghastly behavior" and introduce himself, and you are free to reprogram him then.
2. Play either "Saving Grace" or "The Star-Spangled Banner" as loudly as you can. If you play the first song, your unit will hum or sing to it in his box and it is safe to remove the lid; if you play the second, your unit will shout at you to "turn that damn racket down" and again claw his way out of the box if you do not stop the music. Again, once he notes that you are not in fact an ALFRED F. JONES, he will apologize and be perfectly cordial towards you, allowing you to reprogram him.
3. Clink two glass alcohol bottles - preferably scotch or whiskey - together, in earshot of the box, but not too close lest you be hit by flying bits of wood as your unit scrambles for them. As soon as ARTHUR KIRKLAND has gotten out of the box, he will thank you for the alcohol and chug it; while he does so, you can reprogram him.
4. Cook an aromatic Spanish or French dish and set it down near the box. Your unit will laugh, start to punch his way through the box and ask in an evil tone whether you want to get your ass kicked again. When he sees that you are neither an ANTONIO FERNANDEZ CARRIEDO nor FRANCIS BONNEFOIS unit, he will ask you to excuse his behavior.
5. If you are certain that shipping went perfectly, you can just open the box and hope he doesn't reach out and try to kill you for waking him up incorrectly.

"Which one to go with, which one to go with…" she chanted pacing. "Option 2 seems easiest" she said, going up the stair to retrieve her laptop. She stood at the top of the stairs, playing the Star-Spangled Banner as loud as her laptop could get. "Turn that damn racket down, Alfred!" a very British vice shouted over the pieces of exploding box. Penelope nearly dropped her laptop due to the loud noise, and yelped slightly. Carefully she put down the laptop and stood up from her spot, looking over the railing, seeing a man that was probably a few inches taller than her, blonde ruffled hair and wearing a green military uniform. He turned around looking up to where she was currently standing. Hs eyebrows were huge; they could have been their own country! Well not that big, but they were defiantly noticeable. Below them were the greenest eyes she'd ever did see, it was like they could suck you in and never let go.

"I'm terribly sorry for my actions; umm...who are you love?"
"Are you my jolly sailor bold?"
Where in the world did that come from! She shouted at herself. Oh that was so incredibly stupid, embarrassing even!
"Pardon, I didn't quiet catch your name" he said. Oh thank heaven; he hadn't heard she sighed in relief before walking down the stairs to come face to face with him. "My name is Penelope Torres," she said with a bright smile on her face. "It's a pleasure to meet you Britain" she finished, a light blush painting her cheeks. Before he could say anything she whipped around and hurried up the stairs, stopping at the top stair. "I'll show you to your room in just a moment!" With that she dashed off.

Moments later she returned down the stairs, blue jean shorts on, with her turquoise shirt on, and a towel to dry her long brunette hair. "Alright Britain allow me to sho- Britain?" he was nowhere in the room. "Britain!" she called again, peeking her head into the living room, which was small and quaint, but at the same time, very open and bright, despite the storm going on outside. The walls were a light green, with two couches, also green, but a different shade, a coffee table, and T.V. a very expensive T.V. at that. Okay so maybe she used her siren abilities a little bit more than necessary. "I'm in here Penelope!" he called, which sounded from the kitchen. Oh dear no, no, no, no! Not the kitchen!

She rushed into the kitchen finding al to be safe and intact, and Britain making tea. "Whew…thank heaven; you're not cooking "she sighed mainly to herself. But unfortunately for her, he heard. "How dare you! My cooking is delicious I'll have you know!" She face palmed. Why oh why did she have to say that out loud. Why oh why?

The rest of the day passed on without much interruption, mainly just idle chatter and T.V.
Until after dinner.
They'd gone back into the living room, to watch a bit of doctor who, when Britain suddenly asked, "If you don't mind my asking, how did you get those wounds on your shoulder?" at first she wondered how in the world can he see through my sleeves? Then placed a hand on her shoulder which was bare besides the thin strap of her shirt. Ah yes, that's right, changed her shirt and now everyone could see. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you"

Well hopefully this wasn't too boring for the first day. Read and REVIEW I would appriciate it very much.
ah what else...
Constructive Critisim only!
flames are banned! no flames! they shall be ignored anyhow.
depending on how popular this gets i may update again later.