Yeah... I really wanted to do one of these even though there are a ton out there... Sorry! This is my first Hetalia fic, so I hope I do it well..

Disclaimer: Hidekaz Himaruya actually owns Hetalia *sob* and LolliDictator actually owns the manuals *sob* I only own Zena and Rosalee *cheer*

Please enjoy! :D

"Meh. Another popup. Sheesh, what's wrong with the security on this thing?" I muttered, angrily flicking my laptop's screen as though that would hurt it.

"Mrow?" wondered my insane cat, Skisiks*, as she pondered whether the mouse was real or not. Apparently it was because she pounced. On the mouse. While there was a popup.

"Aaah! No! Dumb cat!" I yelled pushing Skisiks off the desk as a huge, bright, flashing box popped up with the words:

CONGRATS! YOU ARE OUR 100TH VISITOR! YOUR PRIZE WILL BE…:

Here it had a wheel with tons of "fantastic prizes" on it. As I watched, it started to spin. The wedge the pointer finally landed on said: A Free Set of: HETALIA UNITS. Then the bright box flashed up again, this time saying:

AWESOME! YOUR PRIZE WILL BE DELIVERED WITHIN THE NEXT 24 HOURS!

. . .

Prize? The hell?

"Mrrow!"

The next morning I was having a lovely dream about a very friendly purple poodle named Mr. Fluffykins**. Until the bell on his collar started dinging excessively. That bell was so not there five seconds ago… Wait, why does Mr. Fluffykins's collar sound like my doorbell? That's when I woke up. Of course, I thought, I was just hovering between dream world and reality. Makes sense.

But who would be at the door this early? I mean, it's only 11:00 in the morning! The ringing became more impatient.

"Alright! I'm coming! Goodness, chill…" I yelled down the stairs. When I opened the front door, there was a rather pissed off delivery man who was wearing, and get this, green bunny ears. Pfft.

"You Zena Webbe?" He asked in a monotone voice.

"The one and only," I replied in an equally blunt tone.

"Sign," he said, handing me a clipboard and pen.

"Eh? For what?" I asked confused.

"The units you won."

"Un-? Ooooh yeah…! Darn, I was hoping that that was a fluke."

"Well, it's not. Where do you want the boxes?"

"The living room is fine," I said as I motioned to the room directly behind me. He brought in the huge box and the small one that accompanied it into my living room. I handed him the clipboard, and he handed me a packet saying, "Here's the manual. Good luck and enjoy." Then he left without another word.

Well, okay then, I thought. Then I looked at the packet in my hands. Out loud I said," Feliciano Vargas: User Guide and Manual." I quickly read through the whole thing, pausing at parts such as "length" and "cleaning."

"Who the hell wrote this, a fangirl? Well, the easiest way to remove it/him from the box would be to make pasta. Though, I'm kind of curious about pulling his hair curl… hmm… Nah, I don't want to be killed by his brother." I went into my kitchen, took out a pot, and began boiling water. Then I rummaged through the pantry until I found a box of my favorite, the bow tie pasta.

"Perfect," I said and dumped some into the water.

Since the pasta's cooking, now is a good time to describe my house and the reason a sixteen-year-old girl is living in it alone. My house actually has four stories: a basement, ground floor, second floor, and third floor which is really the finished attic. My bedroom is the top floor. Since it is the finished attic, it's huge. I have my queen-sized bed, day bed, and pool table fitting comfortably inside along with my computer and desk. My bathroom is attached to my room, so it's easy to get to. The second floor has three bedrooms and two bathrooms. The ground floor doesn't have any bedrooms, but it does have a bathroom and an office along with the usual ground floor rooms. The basement is just a lounge and laundry room.

My parents never meant to have me; I was sort of a surprise. The reason they didn't want kids? Simple, their job takes them away from home for months at a time. They've never told me what their job is (apparently they're not allowed to talk about it, even to their own kid), but I honestly don't care. They make tons of money (hence the four-story house), and I get to do whatever I want. I'm supposed to be in school today (it's mid-November), but I haven't gone to school since I was ten. Instead I take online school courses. I'm currently on a college level course. By the way, I'm smart. I don't brag about it, but it's true.

The pasts seemed done, so I put some home-made tomato relish on top and brought the plate into the living room. As soon as a I set it on the coffee table, there was loud banging on the box which gave way to sobbing.

"Vee~ This box is too hard!" sobbed a voice.

Trying not to giggle, I said, "Don't worry, I'll get you out."

"Ve~ Please hurry! It's dark in here!"

I undid the latch on the side and opened the box. Immediately I was tackled by the person inside.

"Vee~! You saved me!" he said hugging me tightly. Being the loner I am, I immediately became little flustered at some stranger hugging me.

"Y-yeah, guess so… Um, could you let go of me?" I said.

"Ve~ Why would I let go of a pretty girl? What's your name? I'm Feliciano, but you can call me Italy or whatever you want," he said from where he was nuzzling the top of my head. Yeah I'm short. Got a problem with it?

"M-my name is Zena, Zena Webbe," I mumbled blushing a little at being called pretty. No one's ever called me that before.

"Ve~ What a pretty name!" Italy said tugging playfully at a curl in my really curly brown hair.

"Uh… Th-thanks. If you let go of me, I'll show you to your room. Oh and you can have the pasta I made if you're hungry."

"Pastaaaaaa!" he shouted happily, finally letting go of me to grab the plate. "Mmm~ This is good! I like the stuff on top. It's sweet and yet spicy at the same time."

"Haha. Thanks. I made it myself from my grandma's recipe."

"Wow! That's awesome! Say, can I sleep in your room?"

"Huh? W-well… I do have an extra bed, but still, having a guy sleep in the same room as me…" I debated. Of course, right when I turned around, Ita had tears in his eyes and a puppy-dog pout. I caved. "Oh fine!"

"Yay~! Thank you, Zena!" he exclaimed hugging me again.

"Oof. Whatever. Just follow me," I grumbled and headed up the stairs to my room. Just as Ita-chan put his things into the spare closet, the doorbell rang again.

"Oh great, now what?" I said as I sprinted down the two flights of stairs to the front door. I opened it to reveal my one and only real life friend, Rosalee, who looked close to hysterics. It was when a trickle of blood ran down her cheek that I understood why.

Woot! Cliffhanger! :P

This actually ended up being rather lengthy... I hope I didn't drabble too much .

* The cat's name is pronounced like Skii-six. My friend made it up so I have no idea O.o

**I really did have a dream like this once, except it was more of a nightmare because Mr. Fluffykins was HUGE and kept crushing people. Scary.