Don't Click That Button!

Another HN Production

Summary: In just the click of a button, Ariadne, Alana and Amber's lives turn into chaos as Hetalia units take over. Blame Alana. "Allie! You should've never clicked on that damn pop-up!"

Possible Pairings: So far...I have no idea.

Dedications: Thank you for the eternally Prussia-worthy LolliDictator for their Hetalia Unit Manual series! A million flying-mint-bunny-shaped cookies to you!

Disclaimer: If I ruled over Hetalia, there would be USUK fluff all over the damn place and Philippines would be in the damn anime.

Warnings: Very colorful words, sexual references, the lot. Oh, and France perv-ing everywhere.

Notes From The Authoress Herself: Why hallo tharr. Aria, Allie and Amy are in a band called 3AM, just to let you know. Oh, and Aria's Filipino, Allie's American and Amy's Spanish, mmkaay~? And yes, I say 'damn' a lot. That damn word's so damn addicting to say all the damn time. (See?)

I swear, I think Allie did it just to piss me off. And it worked. It. Bloody. Worked.

"Allie! You should've never clicked on that damn pop-up!"

This is the story of my life falling apart. Along with my two best friends, Allie and Amy. We're also known as 3AM.

Let's get on with it, shall we?

"I'm sorry, Maria, but I have to go."

"But Juan! Please don't leave me!"

"It was your father's orders. But, I still love you. And I alwa—"

Ring ding dong! Ring ding dong!

I didn't answer and stayed at my couch, continuing my sobfest.

Knock-knock! Knock-knock!

"Ariaaaa! I know you're in there! I can hear that soap opera you always watch playing on TV!"

I swear, she must have sonic hearing.

Ah well, it's too late to hide away from my crazy best friends now.

I lazily stood up and walked over to the door and opened it. I must've looked like I've been crying. Well duh, considering that I was holding a tissue and hugging my pillow. "How dare you interrupt me with my telenovela time?" I hissed. Allie just showed me that stupid, obnoxious grin of hers and dragged me upstairs to the bedroom. "I've just discovered a new anime! Come on, you have to see it!" she said excitedly. I looked at Amy and she rolled her emerald eyes. "It's about countries." She explained. "As humans."

Well, at least there's just one other sane person around here.

Wait, countries? Really?

"Countries as humans?" I asked. Allie laughed. "Yeah! And my country's in it!" Well, of course it would be, dumbass. America's, like, one of the most damn powerful countries in the whole damn world. "And he's the hero!" Allie grinned some more.

Oh God, if this 'America' person was just like Allie, then he would be my least favourite character. Unless otherwise.

"Is Philippines in it?" I asked. I've gotta admit, I was getting more interested. "Nah, not yet." Was the answer I got.

My world crumbled a little bit. My country, the Philippines, wasn't in it? COME. ON.

"…Spain?"

"Yup! He's in it!"

"England?"

"Duh. Of course Iggy's in it!"

I looked at her. "Iggy?" Does she have a new hobby of making up nicknames? "Oh, that's what America calls him. Awesome, right?" She laughed. "Well, apparently, it was France who called him that. The fandom just decided that America would call England 'Iggy'." Amy pointed out. "Whatever." Allie stuck on her tongue out at Amy. I sighed. "Why are you dragging me into this, anyway?" I groaned as we entered my bedroom and Allie plopped me on the chair that faced my computer. "Well, you love history and yaoi, don't you?" she asked.

"Well, yeah—wait…I don't like yaoi!"

"Oh puh-lease. As if I've never seen all those books you keep in the bottom of the sock drawer!"

Fuck. She knows I'm a damn closet pervert.

"…Whatever." I mumbled. "Google! Now!" Allie demanded. "Why don't you tell me the name of the anime first?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh! It's 'Axis Powers Hetalia'." She replied.

I searched it up and watched the episodes, one by one.

And then it seemed I became addicted to it.

And after that, Allie was interested in a certain ad.

"Oh! 'Get Free Hetalia Units'! Let's click that!"

Me and Amy paled, exchanged glances, and looked back at the blonde taking over the computer. "Allie! Don't-!"

She'd already filled out the form and clicked 'OK'. The next screen said, 'Alright! Your first unit will come out in a few minutes!'.

"Yaaaaaaay! Come on, guys! Celebrate with me! We get free Hetalia units!"

I swear, I was just about to scare her with a chainsaw like what America did to Canada. Except that I was really going to chop her in half.

But before I could consider slowly slicing my best friend into little shreds of flesh, the doorbell rang.

So much for my evil plan. The damn delivery guy was here already. I don't want him to notice me covered in blood and holding a chainsaw and looking like nothing bad actually happened.

I sighed and stood up, going to the door, with Amy and Allie trailing behind, the blonde looking like she was about to burst in excitement and brunette looking indifferent with her arms crossed and a little scowl on her face. I was seriously starting to think that Amy wasn't Spanish at all. I opened the door while Amy and Allie hid in the hallway and the door revealed a probably 19-year-old guy in a green suit with a green cap that had green bunny ears on it and black, shiny eyes. It reminded me of Flying Mint Bunny, somehow. Probably is.

"Hello, are you Ariadne Garcia?" the guy asked. I nodded. "Yes. Who are you?" I asked. "Uh…I'm Jack. I work for Flying Mint Bunny Corp. Now, will you please sign here, Miss Garcia?" I smiled and nodded again, signing the papers and acting all innocent and happy. "Just call me Aria, okay, hun?" I handed Jack the pen and he took it, blushing quite a bit. "Um…s-sure, Aria. Do you want me to wheel this in?" he asked, his complexion now a tomato red. I giggled. "Sure!" He wheeled that freakin' box that was a little taller than me into the house, and looked at me. "H-have a n-nice day, umm…A-Aria. Y-your next unit will come in a few days." He stuttered. I giggled. "Same to you too! I can't wait!" I closed the door after he exited, and Allie came in while I was still facing the door. "Who did you get, hmm~?" she grinned. "Oh, I don't know!" I still used that sweet voice, but then I turned around, my face grave and my dark brown eyes flashing with anger. "But it's all your fault." I growled. Allie stepped back, frightened as heck. "D-dude! Y-you're s-starting to act like the commie bastard!" I just rolled my eyes. "Whatever." I sighed. Amy took the manual and read aloud, "Francis Bonnefois, User Guide and Manual." Her eyes widened. "Shit." Allie gasped, her eyes sparkling. "Cool!" I, on the other hand, didn't utter a single word. My mouth just gaped.

Holy-fucking-Roman Empire. I got the perverted French frog.

Yay for unlimited profanity~! /confetti

I swear too much for a 13-year-old. Seriously. ;;o_o Anyway.

Yes, new fic. Sheesh, I should really stick to one fanfic, no? And yes, HSB is discontinued until further notice. I'm sorry, but I don't have any plot ideas and I've been thinking too much about Hetalia. Help meee~ I've also deleted Kidnapped and Forced because of-again-writer's block. Ugh, I hate it when that happens. So, I'm focusing on this fic for now, and then when it's finished or if I have no plot ideas, then it's on with HSB, mmkay? Nobody sue me. NOBODY. Especially you, Rikku~

Triple X's and O's,

HN-chan

Preview of Chapter 2 : Adventures with a Frenchie

"So…which one should we do?" Amy asked. "I can sing La Marsellaise." Unfortunately, I wanted to add. Allie grinned and patted me on the back. "Do it, then!" she grinned. I sighed. Oh for the love of…

"Allons enfants de la Patrie, le jour de gloire est arrive!"

Then another voice started singing along, and Amy slowly opened the door, and as expected, the frog marched out of the box with a grin on his face. I kept singing, but my eye was twitching. On the way to the refrain, I stopped, but the Frenchie kept singing.

"…You can stop, Francis."

France stopped and smiled that flirtatious—no, perverted—smile at me. I knew he was about to make a move.

And then he did.

"Why hello, mon cher~" He knelt in front of me and kissed my hand. "You have a beautiful singing—GAHH, MON DIEU!" He fell on the floor. I had my fist where his face was and my eye was twitching. "Shut up, you damn frog." I growled. "I much prefer a gentleman rather than a pervert like you."

"Ooh~ So you like Engla—OWWW! THE HELL?" Allie rubbed her nose and I smirked. "You were saying, hun~?" I teased. She just glared at me and huffed, looking away with her arms crossed.