AUTHORS NOTE: greetings! I do not own anything in this story except my OC's the cat, and the cabbit.

PLEASE NOTE: in this story the bad touch trio come into the lives of 3 girls and live with them in the same house as roommates. The story is mainly short interesting stories of what goes on during their time together. There will be a date each chapter of the story to let you know the season and month what not. Links to what the characters look like on my profile.

Date: October 13, 2012 time: 8:00AM

Laura's POV

The beginning of the day was the same, much like any other. Get up, go downstairs, get some breakfast and coffee. Though things went a bit haywire at breakfast and coffee. As Haille was making breakfast and I was sitting on the counter watching Haille, Corrie came home from her night shift at the hospital. This would have been normal too. If she hadn't brought in the Bad Touch Trio with her.

Haille and I sat frozen in our spots at seeing the Bad Touch Trio in our home. Suddenly Corrie spoke up, "Laura please don't be mad, but they were really nice and need a place to stay and I just couldn't say no. we're friends and friends don't turn other friends away!"

"Corrie," I asked her, "when did you become friends?"

"This morning," she muttered towards me. But I heard it none the less. I took in a deep breath and sighed while combing my left hand through my light blonde hair. Wondering if I should be mad at Corrie for bringing strangers into our home only meeting them this morning, or jumping up and down like a fan girl and hugging Corrie for bringing the Bad Touch Trio home.

"Corrie. What am I going to do with you? Just what's going to keep you from running up to a serial killer and saying "hi mister, I'm Corrie"? Did you at least think the situation through," I asked her. Though instead of serial killer, I though, you got a French rapist, a German/Prussian rapist, and you got a Spanish rapist. I'm so proud. Not.

"Please just let them stay Laura! They're really nice. At least get to know them a bit! Please," Corrie begged me.

I sat pondering the pros and cons and then realized, "you didn't think this through at all did you?"

"What? Of course I did! What would make you think differently," she asked me.

"Hmmm," I hummed at her, "maybe the fact that you didn't count all the guest bedrooms in your head?"

She seemed to think on this information then slapped her hand to her forehead. Idiot, I thought at her. Haille apparently chose now to finally step out of her frozen state of mind and jumped into the conversation with, "what the HELL Corrie?!" yes. Brilliant entrance to this conversation Haille. Just brilliant, I thought.

"Hey Corrie," I asked her. She looked up from her, self-criticizing position and responded with a cautious, "yeah?"

"Invite them in, whatever. Can we at least wait till I get my coffee first, before we jump into this slowly growing psychotic conversation? Cause right now I'm too tired to deal with this," I told her. She smiled brightly at me and gave a chipper "okay" and off she went to invite her friends in.

"Haille, after my coffee, you and I are going to have one interesting conversation. We clear," I asked Haille. And right before Corrie walked in I got a "crystal" for response. We all sat down to breakfast, or just coffee in my case, and waited till everyone was finished before we started talking again.

"So," Haille started, "why the hell not? Welcome to crazy estate! I'm Haille! I'm going to school right now to be a therapist for physically and mentally abused children. That's Laura; she got back last year from her 6 year tour as a marine sniper. Take all threats seriously and try not to get on her bad side. Then of course you know Corrie who finished medical school and after a bit of practice as a surgeon she is going to the military to be a doctor there. Oh! And don't touch Rika, my white furred and blue eyed cabbit! Any other rules I forgot to mention?"

"Haille," I questioned, "why am I always forgotten in these votes?!"

"Because when we agree with each other, you're outvoted," Corrie and Haille said in unison, "therefore your point of view is not needed."

"Asses," I cursed at them. I turned to the boys and said, "just stay out of my room, clean up your own messes, don't pick on my cat toothless, do not bring harm in any way to Haille or Corrie without my permission, and we're all good. Easy enough to understand?"

They nodded yes and I couldn't help but smirk at the situation and Corrie's lack of brain. "so now all that's left, thanks to Corrie's lack of brain power, is the rooming arrangements."

"For god's sake I'm sorry, Laura! Okay?! My bad," Corrie shouted at me.

"Wait what's the problem," Haille asked Corrie and I.

"Haille," I asked her, "how many guest bedrooms do we have?"

"Oh," Haille mumbled, "I get the problem now."

"Vait a sec," Gilbert asked in his German accent, "just vat is the problem?"

"Well you see," I started, "we only have two guest bedrooms, then our rooms. Though all we really have to do is move Corrie's stuff into my room, and then one of you can have her room. There easy solution. See Corrie. This is why I need my coffee in the morning and don't just want my coffee in the morning. And you know I'm surprised no one questioned Haille's cabbit's existences, yet."

Oh qui," Francis began, "I was meaning to ask what that was. You mind enlightening me, mi amour?"

Haille shot straight up and ran to get her pure white, blue eyed cabbit as I explained. "You see a cabbit is a mix of a cat and a rabbit. Only made with a female cat and a male rabbit. Not easy to make or come by. But every cabbit has obvious cat and rabbit details. Like Haille's cabbit is a cat's body and head, with bunny ears and a bunny tail. Haille loves her cabbit, Rika, and lets no one touch her."

"zat is impossible, no?" fancies questioned.

"You would think," I told them, "but they exist. They are rare, and not easy to make, but I managed to make Haille's right before I left for the marines. Now while Haille shows you her pet, Corrie and I are gonna get to work moving her stuff. Once that's done, then we'll give you the grand tour. 'Kay?"

They nodded yes in response to me with shell shocked faces. Then it hit me. I don't know whether or not we should tell them we know they're immortal countries. I don't think we should let them know that we know them. Better play the act and make them introduce themselves, I thought.

"By the way," I turned back to them and asked, "You know us now. But who are you?"

"Ah, sorry chica! My name is Antonio. But everyone just calls me Tony," Spain told me… he's been rather quiet, hasn't he?

"Ah that's vright! I am ze awesome gilbert," Prussia shouted with a triumphant and cocky look on his face.

"Please forgive me, mi amour. I am Francis. It's a pleasure, mi amour," France told me.

"All right so Spanish, German, and French. Let's see. un placer,sorry i only know spanish. And i dont even know a lot. Also please quit calling me "your love" Francis. Save the French for Haille, who can actually speak it and understand," I told them.

(Just saying "a pleasure" in Spanish)

With that I walked upstairs with a giggling Corrie behind me. I could tell, not just from the footsteps, that Haille had arrived with her cabbit. Probly from the shouts of, "oh my god they are real!"

After getting boxes filled to transport to my room from Corrie's, it was already 9. Crap, I thought, I need to start getting ready for work or I'll be late. God how could I forget about work?

"Hey Corrie we're gonna have to put this on pause. I've got to get ready for work. You can bring you stuff to my room, after I'm done getting ready, with Haille's help or wait till I get home from work. Haille is off today just FYI," I told Corrie.

"It's all good. Haille and I can take care of it. But you wanna give one last bit of help by carrying boxes to your room since you're going there anyways," she asked me with a hopeful smile. I just rolled my eyes at her antics and with a smirk on my face I took two heavy boxes to my room then shut and locked the door.

Haille POV

Oh my god, I thought, it's fun showing people cabbits really do exist. It's just so funny to see their reactions. Never gets old. Ever.

After talking with the BTT, having them "introduce" themselves, and playing with my cabbit, Rika; Corrie came down stairs. She went over to her and Laura's 2 person couch and plopped down on it and covered her eyes with her right arm.

"Hey Haille. I'm gonna need your help later," Corrie told me.

"With what," I asked her.

"We need to move my stuff to Laura's room," she groaned at me.

"What? Why do I have to?! Why not make Laura do it? I don't wanna," I complained to her.

"Because right now Laura is getting ready for work and she won't be back till about 10 tonight. So she won't be here but you will. So you're going to help," she told me.

"Damn I forgot she had to work today. Well this sucks," I told my practically dead friend on the small couch. She just gave me a thumbs up in response and laid her hand back down.

After talking a bit more and introducing the BTT to Laura's male black cat with green/gold eyes. Toothless was such a strange cat. Super silent, doesn't walk but struts which is super adorable, and will respond with a meow when you talk to him. Strange cat but super funny at the same time. Plus he knows he's adorable and uses his cuteness against us. Ass Cat.

Well after a while of doing nothing I turned on the X-Box and began to play Call of Duty 2. After a bit of playing Laura came down. I couldn't help it.

I turned to Laura and asked, "Bring back any fun memories?"

She rolled her eyes, smirked, and replied, "oh yeah. Too bad all of them are classified."

"Ass," I told her. And of course. She has a response for everything.

"I might be an ass but at least I'm smarter then you. But then again that's not too hard to accomplish," she smirked at me.

"I hate you," I muttered at her and resumed playing my game.

"Haille. We need to talk. So pause your game, or hand it off to one of the guys, and come here," she told me. Time for the Hetalia talk! I gave the controller to gilbert and followed Laura upstairs. Once we made it into her room and the door was shut the discussion began. Or should I say fan girling?

"Oh my god! Hetalia characters are here in our house! The bad touch trio no less! I LOVE Corrie for this," I began the conversation.

"Yeah," Laura agreed, "but how the hell did Corrie come across them?"

"A coincidence," I told her with a grin.

She frowned at me a said, "rule 39: there are no such things as coincidences."

I rolled my eyes at her, "still copying the rules from NCIS? Seriously?"

"They're good rules," she told me, "and besides! That's not the issue here! I acted as if I didn't know who they were and they gave me there human names. They're playing human for some reason. I think something's up."

I thought about that, and yes I can think! Anyways, it was weird. "Well maybe they just don't want to explain that their the personifications of countries," I said trying to defend them.

"That's possible," Laura said, "but what if something went wrong at the world meeting? Why would they be "looking for a place to stay" in America? And in Missouri? They could easily stay at a hotel so why are they here?"

Shit, I thought, she's making a lot of good points.

"Okay so something's up. You're right. Though we know something's up and who they are so we have the advantage of being cautious. We should just go with the flow and see what happens."

"Fine," Laura agreed, "but just remember rule number 40, okay?"

"Rule 40. What was that one again," I asked her.

She slapped her hand to her forehead and told me, "rule 40: if you think someone's out to get you then they are. Idiot."

"Oh," I said, "sorry I don't care to pay attention to your rules."

She just shoved me out of her room in response and walked right past me. I followed her downstairs where she grabbed the keys to her light green Kia soul and walked out the front door. I went over and lied down on our L shaped couch gilbert closest to me. We got bored with call of duty rather quickly. So we were all just sitting/laying around bored. Till I decided to be stupid and re decorate the living room. I went to the hall closet and pulled out large amounts of black fabric and a large duffle bag full of un used glow sticks.

"I hate to interrupt chica," Tony said from the couch, "but what are you planning to do with all that fabric?"

I turned to the others with a smirk on my face, "WE are re-decorating the living room!"

"Oh god not Disco Pogo again," Corrie whined.

"You can make margaritas," I told Corrie. One thing Corrie loves are margaritas. Bring those into the equation and she's 100% willing. I gave the BTT instructions to put the black cloth over the walls all over the room while I took care of the ceiling. After about an hour of hanging up cloth we all got dressed in nothing but black clothing. We then broke and duct taped glow sticks all over the cloth and then ourselves. Though everyone stuck to one color. Gilbert: red, Tony: yellow, Francis: blue, me: green, and Corrie: purple. That leaves orange for Laura. Once we were all dressed up I turned on the X-Box and went to YouTube and put on Disco Pogo with Lyrics.

"Hey Haille vhere's the beer in this house," gilbert asked me.

"The only beer is in Laura's mini fridge in her room. So in other words no beer for you," I told him. Guess what? He wasn't happy with my answer.

"Vhat?! Come one you must be joking! I'll die vith out beer," he shouted in his German accent. Shouting contest! Yay!

"The only who drinks beer is Laura, so she keeps it to herself in her room! And the only one aloud up there now is Corrie! And she would notice if we touched it," I shouted at him.

"Vell I'll go and find the beer myself," he shouted… oh crap.

"Hey," I shouted at him panicked, "didn't you hear earlier when she said only rule is to stay out of her room?! And that she's a marine sniper?! You piss her off and you die! And she might blame me too and then I'll die right after!"

"She's a girl. No vay she could kill the awesome me. And vhats the big deal over one beer," he questioned. I can't take this shit. I walked into the garage and grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge out there, grabbed a glass from the kitchen, poured wine in the glass, and offered it to Francis while Corrie gave Tony a margarita.

"Thank you, mi amour," Francis told me.

"Gracias chica," Tony told Corrie.

I nodded in recognition before plopping a straw into the bottle and taking a long drink. Once I finished I looked to gilbert.

"Go ahead and sign you death wish. By the end of this bottle I won't care," I told gilbert.

Off he went. Oh shit, I thought, I really am gonna die. Well at least I'll be drunk to my own funeral. And with that I drank till I finished the bottle.

Time: 10:03pm

23 wine bottles, 28 margaritas, and a lot of beer later…

Laura's POV

Oh f*ck no, I thought, what the hell did they do?! Everyone was drunk, the living room was decorated for disco pogo, and there are beer bottles everywhere which means they were in my room. Corrie hates disco pogo so Haille probly talked her into it with the promise of margaritas. Haille and Corrie don't drink beer so that means it was one of the BTT in my room. I was not happy. Haille was going down for this disaster.

"Honey I'm home," I shouted in a happy tone.

"Laura," Haille slurred, "I'm in love with these guys! I wanna marry Gilbert and Francis!"

"Oh? Is that so," I questioned.

She nodded her head yes with a big stupid grin. Get ready to fall down hard Haille, I thought as my smile grew brighter.

"That's great Haille! I'm so glad you're happy. You know what you should do now?" I asked her.

"What," she questioned super interested.

"You should take them to your room and seal the deal of your love," I told her.

"Oh yeah! C'mon guys! Let's go have sex," she shouted at Francis and gilbert as she dragged them upstairs.

Now a friend shouldn't encourage that kind of behavior or even let this happen let alone be the one to cause it. But hey, it's not like she's a virgin anymore. And besides, the bitch needs to learn her lesson. Well that takes care of those three. Now what to do with Tony and Corrie, I thought.

"Hey Tony, just who was it that went into my room," I asked him.

He gave me a stupid grin and said, "Gilbert. Haille told him where it was and didn't try very hard to stop him. Did you know Corrie makes great margaritas?"

"Yes Corrie does make great margaritas. Did you know Tony backwards is Y not?" I asked him

"Really," he asked, "that's cool!"

"It is," I told him, "now Corrie. Go up to my room, get ready for bed, then go to sleep okay? Tony, follow me so I can take you to your room."

"Okay," Corrie and Tony shouted in unison.

As I lead Tony to one of the guest rooms he just kept talking and talking… about how he and the others were immortal personifications of countries and which countries. I can't wait till the morning. I'm hoping they all have hangovers tomorrow. Once I dropped Spain off I went to my room. Tomorrow is going to be fun.

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