Now let me the first to say, I love love love When Cosplayers get Units! I really enjoyed their (Whitney and Cassi) story! It's super awesome! Almost Prussia awesome! So I made my own little version of it and decided to share!

Inspired by MewMewKokoro's When Cosplayers Get Hetalia Units (The awesome ones!)

Hetalia does not belong to me! If I did, I would have been rich by now!

Dominique's POV

Well…ahem…anyways, I'm Dominique Rebecca Chevalier. Most people call me Dominique. I'm 23 years old and I work as a freelance graphics designer which means I draw a lot. I'm around 5 feet 4 inches tall. I'm considered rather pale. I have dark black hair which is cut pretty short and I have a pair of bright gold eyes.

I love reading. I have never once given any of my books away. I love every one of them. Well...except for the Twilight series. Not a favourite. I regret buying all four of them.

Anyways, I live with three of my best buddies (well, forced to because we all live together), Vyera, Cynthia and Alice. They are all out of state though because of jobs and such. That means I live all alone in this huge two storey penthouse because somehow we managed to fork up the cash to actually purchase it.

Let me tell you a bit about my roommates. I'll start with Cynthia first.

She's a year older than me but she still acts like a kid. She's pretty tall, like 4 inches taller than me. She has beautiful long sandy blonde locks, light green eyes which could easily be mistaken for teal sometimes, oh and she's rich. I think she's mostly the reason why we could afford the penthouse in the first place. She also works as a paediatrician. One other thing, she's half British and half Spanish but she doesn't like to curse very much.

Next is the beautiful Vyera. Don't call her that though, she will deny it completely. Vyera's the oldest out of all of us, being 25. She's a film director and most of her movies are awesome. She half British and half German and she loves to drink. She's what you would call a bloody tsundere type (you know, a little like Germany). She's very fair skinned and the tallest out of all of us (being two inches taller than Cynthia). Her hair looks a lot like Emma Watson's and she had dark purple eyes.

Last but not least, the youngest of this quartet with the age of 21, Alice, the only one without any British heritage. She's half American and half Canadian. She's really independent but she's very shy and an introvert. She's going for her third year at college for some sort of a degree. Alice is still a bit taller than me by an inch. She's pretty slander and thin which kind of worries me sometimes. She has milky blonde hair, blue eyes and wears glasses. She almost never lets us British people in the kitchen because she thinks we might blow it up or something.

With all these colourful personalities, you'd expect wars everyday but no. Okay, maybe sometimes. But we all get along because of our love for three things: Hetalia, junk food and the wonderful of the internet.

So, back to my life, I had a job from an employer to design a new mascot for their product. It's this new fruity soda thing. I had the chance to taste it and it was pretty good if you asked me. I wish they had given me a whole box instead of the six pack (now two) sitting in the fridge downstairs. If I were a responsible adult young woman, I would have worked on the job as fast and as perfectly as possible, right?

Unfortunately, I'm not.

I was actually on my computer, reading fan fictions. I kept scrolling to see if there were any stories were updated but…sighs…pauvre de moi. Oh, I forgot to mention, I'm half French from mon père side. I can speak French pretty well but I'm more of an English nut. Another thing, I'm half British on my mother's side so I tend to have a pirate's tongue from time to time but I do try to censor it as much as possible.

"Bloody hell! There's nothing interesting today!" I yelled at my monitor angrily. Feeling a bit angry and disappointed, I closed the browser and turned back to my work. The design for that new soft drink was almost done. All I had to do was a few touch ups and I'd be finished so I did work on the cartoon lion design but then I noticed some mistakes so I fixed them…and did some more shading…and more contrasting…

I sighed. Finally clicking the send button and saw it going off to my employer. "Well, that's done," I mumbled and stretched my fingers. "Let's see if there are any new Hetalia episodes," I said to myself, giggling when I clicked on my usual anime browsing website.

I probably clicked the wrong link or something because I was taken to a pop-up. After a few clicks and typing, big huge bold letters were across the screen of my monitor. 'THANK YOU FOR YOUR PURCHASE! YOUR HETALIA PRODUCTS WILL ARRIVE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!'

"What the fudge?" I said narrowing my eyes at the screen. It was probably some kind of joke or something because I didn't give my credit card or bank information. So I just shrugged it off, took a shower and went to bed.

Morning was really uneventful. I didn't even bother to shower so with a bed head and a little bit of sleepiness, I went down to the kitchen to fix myself a bowl of cereal Dominique-style. Now you're probably wondering what Dominique-style cereal is. Basically, I grabbed some Coco Crunch and Honey Stars, put them in a bowl. Then, add some sliced bananas and regular milk. You may find it weird but I think it's delicious.

I clapped my hands together with a big grin. "Come to mama"

*knock knock knock*

Ugh, who could it be this early in the morning? I didn't really want to answer the door but I hate the sound of knocking. I dragged my feet over to the door and opened it. A guy in a FedEx uniform stood in front of me with three huge wooden crates behind him. "Uh, Miss Chevalier?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, that's me," I blabbered, snapping out of my focus on the crates. The delivery guy nodded and held out a clipboard to me. "Sign here and here, please"

I signed the forms and watched as he loaded the crates into the hallway. Lucky the hallway was huge too. I handed the delivery guy the clipboard. He nodded at me, muttering a 'have a nice day' before exiting the door as I closed.

"Huh? So what are these?" I said with my hands on my hips. I walked up to one of the crates. There was a thick manual sticking to it. It was in French so I took me a little while to read it. "France unit?" I should be suspicious and try not to open the crate but I didn't. I flipped through the pages until I found the how to activate section.

Well, I don't have pornography or have wine to waste. If I did, it'd be a waste of wine. So I had to go with speaking French.

When I did speak French, the crate rumbled and opened. Rose petals flew and I immediately recognize the man stepping out. "Do my ears hear the language of l'amour being used?" France said rather happily.

My jaw practically dropped. This had to be a dream.

Then France eyed me. "Ohonhon~ What do we have here?" he asked while rubbing his chin in curiosity. He stepped closer and held my hand. "Bonjour, mademoiselle. Je suis Francis Bonnefoy," he said with a wink and kissed my hand lightly.

I pulled my hand away and rubbed it against the cotton fabric of my T-shirt. "A little too friendly for my taste, Francis," I muttered. This has to be a dream, right?

Then, I felt his hands wrap around my waist. "Shall we get more acquainted then, ma chérie?" he whispered with a flirtatious smirk.

"Get the bloody hell off me, you wanker!" I screamed and slapped him as hard I could.

"Oh, mon visage!" he yelped and staggered back. He looked at me with sad puppy dog eyes while rubbing his red cheek. "That hurt, mademoiselle," he whimpered.

I sighed and started to feel sorry for him. "Désolé, jene voulais pas," I said while looking up to him. "Uhm… Mon nom est Dominique" Didn't know where the sudden niceness come from since I know that this is how France usually acts.

A creepy smile went up on France's face. It sent shivers down my spine. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into a tight embrace. "Oi! Oi! Oi! Let go of me!"

"Aw, but you are so adorable, ma chérie," he said while stroking my hair.

I growled at him. Feeling a bit pissed, I kicked him in the nuts. He gasped, stepping back while holding his balls. "Mon Eiffel Tower!" he gasped before falling to the floor in a fetal position.

I wanted to laugh my ass off but there was a second rumble. I turned to the rumbling crate. The lid opened and England stepped out. He was holding his gut and laughing his arse off.

"Oh, it's good to finally see that frog get what he deserved!" he said and his laughing ceased. He turned to me and offered a hand. "Hello, my name is Arthur Kirkland," he said politely. I took his hand and shook his hand once. "Dominique," I said with a nod.

I felt France grab me from behind by the shoulders and sitting me on his lap. "She is adorable, non? Angleterre" France cooed while nuzzling his nose in my hair. I cringed. He was nuzzling me at that spot. I let out a whimper and feel my face heating up. He had to nuzzle at a spot near the twirl of hair on the top of my hair. The twirl. My…erogenous zone.

"Honhon~ It seems I have found your weakness, mademoiselle," he said with a chuckle. He stroked the twirl, making me wince. I felt close to tears.

"Hey, frog! Stop violating her already!" he yelled in a rather panicked state. I guess he saw how really uncomfortable I was getting. "She's going to cry, damn it!" I didn't need England's yelling. I sure wished it was Switzerland though.

As though my prayer was heard, the third box's front dropped. It wasn't Switzerland though. "Hey, what's all the commotion going on here?" Romania said while rubbing his eyes, looking like he just woke up.

"R-Romania!" I practically squealed. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am a Romania fan girl. My Romania fan girl-ness kicked in and I ran straight to gawk at Romania. "Wow, now I must be dreaming!"

Romania smiled awkwardly at me. "Bună ziua, domnişoară" he said with a cute nervous smile. I have no idea how to speak Romanian but he just sounded too cute. When he didn't get a response, he said, "Do you speak English?"

I just nodded in a daze. Damn it, he was just too darn cute. I just wanted to hu- "Honhon~ L'amour is in the air for cute little Dominique~" France sang.

I turned to France and waved my fist at him. "Shut up, wanker! You interrupted my cere- Oh, no! My cereal!" I yelled while running back into the kitchen to my bowl of cereal. I whimpered when I poked the soggy cereal with the spoon. "My cereal…" I sat down on the stool and stared at the lumpy cereal sadly.

"Oh, don't be sad, ma cheri!" France's voice literally yelled in my year. I screamed and fell off the stool. "Don't scare me like that!" I yelled at him. I got up and brushed myself off. "Honhonhon~ Don't be frightened, I am always here to protect you" Yeah right, I thought sarcastically in my mind.

My phone made a 'beep' sound. I took it out and my eyes widen. "Damn it, I have to pick up the cake for the bake sale today!" I yelled frantically running out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I quickly showered and put on the light pink sundress and white sandals I had put out yesterday. I rushed downstairs with my purse and was just about to go out the door…

"Where do you think you're going?" England said while stepping in front of me with arms crossed over his chest. He did not look pleased. "Not very lady-like to leave your guests on short notice"

"Yeah, not very nice, Dominique," I heard Romania's voice whisper in my ear. I jumped and turned around to him.

"Uh…well…look, I really have to go. I need to deliver this cake to this bake sale today and…" when I looked at my phone to check, I practically slapped myself at the forehead. "The cake is due next week"

I heard Romania laughing. I blushed and stormed passed him, kicking off my shoes and throwing my purse aside. I laid down on the couch and grabbed one of my books from under it. "Oh, well, since I have nothing else to do, I'll just read," I said to myself, opening the book.

"Oh, non, non, non, mademoiselle, you cannot ignore your guests," France said, plopping himself next to me.

I rolled my eyes at him and went back to my book. It was Volume 27 of Naruto. Still, good reading anyways. "Look, if you guys are bored, go and watch some TV or something," I said while reaching out to the remote and turning the TV and DVD player on. I heard it play the Lion King.

"Cool, I wanna watch," Romania said happily, sitting himself on the carpet floor right in front of me. I blushed and tried to focus on my book. "Hey, Dominique, do you have any popcorn?"

England made a small gruff sound and wacked Romania lightly at the back of his head. "If she wants to offer us, let her but don't ask her for it," England said the matter of fact-ly.

I sat up and put my book away. "No, it's fine. Besides, I want to watch too. Lion King is one of my favorite Disney movies," I said with a small smile.

"Oh, ma cheri, you are so sweet," France said and looked like he was about to tackle me with a hug. I quickly got up and ran for the kitchen.

It only took me like 5 minutes to make a huge bowl of popcorn with extra butter of course. I came back to the living room to see them looking my cosplay photo album. "What the fudge!"I yelled while storming in.

"Aw, but you look so cute, Dominique," Romania looked up with a mischievous smile.

I fumed but put down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table first. I grabbed the photo album and tossed it aside before glaring at the trio. England looked like he was trying to contain his laughter.

"Whatever, more popcorn for me then," I scoffed, grabbing the bowl and sitting on the lounge chair at the opposite from the guys. I completely ignored their pouty lips and puppy dog eyes even Romania's throughout the entire movie.

30 minutes later~

"C-c'mon, don't look at me like that!" I whispered. They were still giving me the puppy dog looks. "Fine, I give up," I groaned and gave them the bowl.

Romania cheered "Popcorn!" and took in a mouth. England smiled and dug in. France didn't take any of the popcorn though. Instead, he stood up and crept up behind my chair.

I looked up to him with a small glare. "What?"

He smiled in a creepy way and playing with the twirl. I shrieked and blushed. "No, not again!" I screamed with a slight whimper.

"You wine bastard! Show some manners!" I heard England shout before standing up and grabbing France by the hair away from me. "Are you alright?" he asked worriedly.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and shook back and forth. "I feel so violated…"

3 hours later~

"England, I'm bored," Romania whined to England who was currently reading Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. Romania pouted when he didn't get a response from England. I almost giggled watching.

"Is my fille mignonne happy to be with Papa?" France whispered, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist.

I winced, trying to focus on my work. "Look, just because I'm half French does make you my Papa!" I growled lowly, turning back to my laptop.

"Half French?" England questioned while looking up from the book.

"Yeah, I'm half French and half British," I said before turning back to my work.

"Stimate domn! So that makes England the mamă!" Romania laughed.

"I am not her mother!" England roared.

I laughed a bit. "Yes, mama," I said sarcastically. I saved my work and turned off my laptop with a sigh. I felt France petting my head.

"Êtes-vous fatigué, ma fille?" France asked. He pulled my head back so I would lean back against him.

"Da, bunicul," I said blankly at him. Romania snickered. Good thing that I looked up a bit of Romanian before turning off my laptop.

France looked confused. "She called you 'grandpa'" Romania said between snickers. France pouted. I just shrugged and pulled myself out of France's arms. "Anyways, I'm hungry," I said with a small yawn.

I went out of the study and into the kitchen. I proudly fixed myself a tuna and corned beef sandwich to munch on as brunch since I skipped breakfast. Call me whatever you want but I like my sandwich that way.

I happily munched on the sandwich with a glass of red wine I popped out from the liquor cabinet. Vyera told me not to drink while she and the others were away but one glass wouldn't hurt, would it? "Besides, what everybody doesn't know, won't hurt them," I said to myself taking a sip of the merlot.

"Dominique!"

I almost choked on the wine when Romania jumped right in front of me. "R-Romania, what are you doing here?" I coughed a bit.

He smiled. "I got bored. France and England are arguing again so I came to see you," he said happily. He was eyeing the other half of my sandwich on the plate. I sighed and offered it to him. "Mulţumesc," he chirped happily and took a bite out the sandwich that I was still holding.

I blushed and put the sandwich on the plate. "No problem," I said shyly.

Romania just smiled at me. His eyebrows then rose. "Hey, what happens if I do this?" he asked and stroked my twirl. I winced and blushed.

"Romania…that's my…e-erogenous zone," I whimpered.

"Oh, really?" he smiled playfully and continues stroking it. I shivered and was stunned. My face already felt hot. "You're turning red~" Romania sang.

He did stop eventually. I panted and tried to breathe. "Don't do that again," I semi-scolded him.

The Romanian kept his playful smile. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into a tight hug. I felt him grab my rear end. "Romania, don't touch my bottom!" I shrieked.

"But it's so squishy," he chimed, giving my rear a good squeeze. "Besides, I'm quite a romantic, meuminunatfată," he said in a low seductive voice. His lips pressed into a thin smirk as he leaned closer.

I covered my ears and closed my eyes tightly. "Romania," I whispered as he stroked my twirl over and over. My mind went numb after a while. I wanted to open my eyes but everything looked like a blur.

"This will only hurt a bit," Romania's voice echoed before I succumbed to the darkness.

Alice's POV

"Ah, great to be back home," I said with small smile as the elevator took me upstairs back to the penthouse. I wonder what destruction Dominique had caused to the kitchen during my one week birthday spa retreat (paid for by Cynthia). The thought of living with three bad cooks is something I should have gotten used to but it still sent shivers down my spine when I think back to the last and only time I allowed them to cook.

I sighed. "But I did leave a lot of food in the fridge for her to heat up," I whispered to myself. Without using the stove.

The elevator pinged and I went straight over to the door with my suitcase. "Ugh, where are my keys?" I growled while rummaging my purse. I grabbed the keys with a small grin and opened the front door. "Dominique, I'm back from the spa!" I called out to her. I went inside, dragging the heavy suitcase along and closing the door behind me.

I saw a pair of bare legs sticking out across the couch. I sighed. "Dominique, did you fall asleep on the couch again?" I whispered with disbelief. I walked up to the couch and smiled at the sight. Dominique was asleep, wearing a sundress with a book lying flat on her chest. I grabbed her shoulder and shook it until she woke up.

"Romania?" she babbled, fluttering her eyes open. Dominique blinked a few times before looking straight at me. "Alice? When did you get back?" she said in a hoarse voice.

I chuckled at her bed head look. "Just a few seconds ago, dude," I laughed a bit while she pulled herself up.

Dominique groaned and rubbed her temple. "I had the strangest dream"

"It is only a dream when I am here, ma cheri!" France's voice rang. I turned around and almost fudging flipped off to see France running around the house, naked.

I rubbed my eyes and blinked. "I must be dreaming"

Then, England ran out of the kitchen with France's clothes in hand. "Bloody hell, frog! Put some bloody clothes on!" he yelled while jumping over the coffee table to get to France.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I looked down to my arm and gave myself a pinch. "Ow," I winced. Not a dream, definitely reality. I turned to Dominique. "What is going on here?" I shouted.

"Hm?" she eyed me as she stretched her arms. "Oh, well, while I was surfing online, there was this pop up and then it said I purchased some Hetalia products and these guys showed up in boxes," she said sleepily.

"What the fudge?" was all I could say.

"Dominique~" Romania sang. He jumped out from behind the couch and pounced himself on top of Dominique. She squeaked and her face flushed. He merely smiled at her. "How was your nap?"

"It wasn't a dream after all," she muttered. Her frame kept trembling under Romania.

"Romania, get off her! She looks like she might cry or something!" I tried to sound loud but I kept shuttering.

Romania looked up to me with interest. "Oh, who are you?" he said in a Romanian accent. He was Romania after all. He got off Dominique and jumped off to the end of the couch and looked up to me. "Are you a friend of Dominique?"

I blinked at him. I looked over to Dominique. She looked nervous and a bit confused herself. I nodded at Romania. "Alice," I said curtly.

Dominique stood up and headed towards the bathroom. "I'll be back in 5, Alice. Take care of them for me, alright?" Dominique closed the door behind her.

"Dom, don't leave with them!" I yelled after her.

"So, mademoiselle," France skidded into a stop in front of me. At least he was wearing pants. "Are you a friend of Dominique?" he said with a 'Honhonhon'.

I sighed and nodded. This feels completely weird to have characters from an anime character talking to you in person. "My name's Alice," I whispered softly.

"And I thought Dominique was the only adorable one here," France said and leaned in. I took a step back.

"Do not fudge with me, dude," I growled at him with a glare.

"Wine bastard!" England roared as he kicked the closet door down minus the pants. "Give me back my pants!" England stormed up to France and started shaking him by the shoulders. "Why must you be so irritating?"

"Honhonhon~ Angleterre, but you look better without them," France said ignorantly.

"Return my pants now, fr-"

"What the bloody hell!" Dominique screamed from the bathroom. Everyone's attention focused on the door. She ran out with a wail. "I got a hickey!"

I eyed the small purple bruise on her neck and then shot a glare at France. "Honhonhon~ Unfortunately, I did not do it," he said. "But I will next time," he winked at her. I turned to England.

"That preposterous! I would never commit such un-gentlemen-like behaviour!" England argued. So I turned to Romania.

Romania smiled playfully. "She was so cute. I couldn't help it," he said playfully.

"Romania!" England roared. But then there was a knock on the door.

I sighed and walked over to it. It couldn't get any crazier than this. I opened the door and it was a FedEx delivery guy with three large wooden crates behind him. "Is Miss Chevalier in?" he asked, tapping the clipboard he held.

"Uh...well..." I trailed off looking over my shoulder to Dominique. She looked stunned and she was being hugged by France while he played with her twirl. England and Romania were trying to get France off her. I turned back to the delivery guy. "She's busy at the moment," I said quickly.

The delivery guy sighed. "I have another 3 deliveries for her. Excuse me," he muttered and wheeled in the crates. Just what did she order? The guy then left after putting the last crate in. I closed the door after he left.

There were manuals attached to each box. I walked up to each of them. Each of the manuals was written in a different language. Lucky there were English versions as well. I made out their names. "Prussia, Spain and Norway?" I stood back and crossed my arms over my chest. "So...she ordered the Bad Touch Trio and the Magical Trio?"

I looked up and saw there was a smaller box on top of the Prussia crate. I grabbed it. It had no name. "I wonder what it could be..." I said and opened it. A small chick flew out of it. "Whoa, it's Gilbird!" I heard some rumbling. It came from the Prussia crate.

The crate literally fell apart and out came Prussia. "Kesesesese~ Did somebody order the awesome me?" Gilbird then flew and landed on top of Prussia's head. He eyed France nuzzling Dominique. "Yo, France, save some vital regions for me!" he shouted and jumped in.

I stared with disbelief. "Whatever..." I turned to the Spain box and looked around in the manual. Let's see...oh, I have Que Viva España on my iPhone (gifted from Vyera. I'm too poor to afford any of the fancy stuff).

When the song started, Spain bursts out of crate and starts singing along to the song. "Que Viva España!" he sang. I quickly stopped the song and put my phone away. He stopped singing and turned to me. "Oh, hola, señorita!Mi nombre es Antonio Hernández Carriedo!" he said happily and took my hand for a handshake.

"Alice," I said blankly and pulled my hand away. I turned to the Norway box and tapped my chin. "Now, how to get Norway out?" I asked myself.

England and Romania walked up, looking really confident. "Leave it to us professionals, Miss Carter," England said proudly.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "How did you know my last name?"

He chuckled lowly. "We gentlemen have our way our knowing," he said coolly walking pass me.

Romania jumped up in front of me. "Plus you dropped your ID card," he said and handed me my identification card. I sighed and put it back in my purse.

"A-Alice...?" I turned to Dominique. Prussia and France were playing around with her twirl. "H-help?" she whimpered.

"Kesesese~ Just surrender to the awesome me, little one," Prussia said wrapping an arm around her waist.

I sighed and rubbed out the stress line from my forehead. "You really shouldn't have called her that, idiot," I muttered.

I heard a few punches being thrown and France begging for his life. "Call me little again and I'll reduce those five meters to five inches!" Dominique snapped, stomping her foot on Prussia's gut on the floor.

Prussia groaned. "Not awesome. The awesome me should not be pinned down," he said looking up. He then smirked. "Kesesese~ Unless you prefer it that way"

That did not make Dominique happy at all. She raised her foot and kept it over Prussia's vital regions. "I'm serious about reducing those meters to inches," her voice was dead serious. Her usual golden eyes took on a small red tint.

"Wah! The awesome me is sorry! Don't crush my awesome five meters!" Prussia shrieked before running away to join France behind the couch.

Dominique turned her glare to every male in the room. "If any of you touch my twirl, I will seriously reduce your land masses until you cease to exist"

"Uwah! Si, si, no voy a tocar su giro!" Spain shuttered in fear as he used me as a human shield. I looked over my shoulder to him. "She's as scary as Belarus," Spain whispered between chattering teeth.

I ignored his little comment and looked up to Dominique. "So...what are we going to do when Vyera and Cynthia come back from their trips?" I asked her with a raised eyebrow.

She calmed down a bit and shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not really in the mood to think about this especially since it's..." she looked over to her phone and her eyes widen. "Fudge! It's Friday?"

I smiled a bit. "Don't worry, Dom, you always do great at the bar"

"Bar?" Norway appeared out of nowhere. I turned around and saw all the crates had disappeared too. How the fudge did they do that? I shook it off and turned back to Dominique.

"A pub?" England asked, eyeing the worried looking Dominique. "Does she work in one or something?"

"No, the first Friday of every month, a local bar in nearby holds a singing contest. The winner gets a $500 cash prize," I explained. "Dominique happens to be one of the top contenders and I'm usually her manager/supporter/designated driver"

"Honhonhon~ Ma cheri, I did not know you enjoy singing," France said now out from the couch, fully clothed along with Prussia. France already had his arm wrapped around Dominique's shoulder. "Singing is such a beautiful way to spread l'amour, non?"

I shrugged. "Anyways, I'm starving. Anyone else hungry?" I saw almost everyone's hand rose in the air. I sighed and headed for the kitchen. "I'll make a platter"

"Oh, can we have that sandwich Dominique gave me earlier?" Romania blurted out of nowhere.

I stopped in my tracks and turned to Dominique. She shrugged. "You can't expect me to eat take out every meal, do you?" she said blankly.

I ran into the kitchen and saw *phew* no mess this time. I decided to make some veal liver with a port wine reduction. It didn't really take very long for me to make it which surprised me since I was making for eight people including myself.

"Wow, this is delicious! But tomatoes are the still the best though" Spain said taking in another bite of the veal. His cheeks looked flush. I think he was getting drunk from the meal itself.

"I still liked the sandwich better," Romania pouted but ate his food anyway.

"Ma cheri, you did an excellent job at reducing the wine if I do say so myself," France winked at me.

"This food is awesome but not as awesome as me. Kesesese~" I think that's what Prussia said because he kept stuffing his mouth with the food.

I smiled a bit and looked over to Dominique in the living munching on a cheeseburger while playing Wii tennis with England. "You sure you guys don't want any?" I called out to them.

"I can't resist a cheeseburger. Plus, I'm kicking England's butt in virtual tennis!" Again, that's what I thought she was saying. She actually sounded more like "Mmmhmm pfft! Engraf buhhmmm ten-mmhmmm!"

"I'm fine! Thank- Yes, a point for me!" England cheered, swinging around the controller in his hand.

"The awesome me has finished eating!" Prussia announced proudly, showing off his licked clean plate. Ew...Prussian saliva...

"Nu-uh! Norway had you beat 5 seconds ago!" Romania pointed out to Norway, looking bluntly at his clean plate.

"Not awesome. The awesome me cannot be beaten," Prussia pouted crossing his arms across his chest. But he was quickly silenced by the rather malicious look he was receiving from Norway.

I face palmed and picked up my plate. "I'm going to do the dishes. You guys do...whatever but stay out of the bedrooms," I quickly said walking around the dining table and picking up everyone's empty plates.

"Is it alright if I help, mi amiga?" Spain asked optimistically. I nodded at him. He smiled happily and helped my load the ceramic plates into the dishwasher. It only took me around 5 minutes.

"Uh...gracias, Spain," I said quietly, trying to smile at him.

"Fusososo~ No hay de qué, mi amiga," he chirped happily.

I blushed and looked down to my twiddling fingers. "I-I don't really speak Spanish very well. Only a little...tiny bit"

"Ah, it's alright, mi amiga," he still sounded happy but his voice did sound a little disappointed and understanding.

And once again, out of nowhere, France screamed "Vive les Français!" followed by a huge thud and England yelling "Put some clothes on, frog!"

I sighed and face palmed again. "This is going to be a long day"

"GAH! MY VIRGIN EYES!" Dominique screamed.

"A very long day," I groaned.