A/N: *fangirl squeals* WHEE~ my first fanfic! Also think of this as an anime-ish thing. I also write of my best friend here. Love you, Ang!~ I don't own APHetalia, MacBooks, or the manuals. This was based off of LolliDictator's manuals. So enjoy~
First off, let's start off with the basics. My name is Bianca. I'm 172 centimeters tall. Or 5"6'. I have wavy white shoulder-length hair. I have heterocromania, which means I have different colored eyes. The right eye is blue while the left is brown. I think that shows off my heritage. I'm half Italian and half Russian. That also explains my skin color. Since I can't describe it, I'll put it this way: I'm tan compared to light-skinned people, and pale compared to tan people. I am described as an "otaku", "tsundere", and I can be "hikikomori" if I wanted to. Definitions: it means I'm a Japanese nut and I can sit inside all day and watch anime all day and be antisocial if I wanted to. I spend most of my time on the internet. The most apparent of my personality is probably my "attraction" to cute boys. You know how some people say, "some people fall in love; other people step in it"? Well, I'm the kind of person who STEPS in love. I can't walk through the mall without squeeing in my head because of a cute guy. That's probably why I love Hetalia so much. It's pretty much cute guys and stereotypes mashed into one anime, which is "awesome," if I might add. So I'm only 13, in 8th grade. I'm rooming with my best friend, Angelique. She's very pretty. [A/N: THERE WILL BE NO YURI OR YAOI IN THIS FIC.] She has light blond hair and clear blue eyes. She's half French, and half Texan. [A/N: Yes, she is partly from Alfredo's glasses. And by Alfredo, I mean Alfred.] She is really nice. She likes to shop and sing. By the looks of it, she'll be a singer when she graduates. We room together because her parents died and my parents are always on business trips. My parents are filthy rich. My dad is a computer engineer. I don't know what my mother's job is. She never tells me. I get the occasional call from them both. So let's go to present day.
"Angelique! Where's the cereal!" "You ate it all!" "Oh." "Yeah. We have toast! DIE POPUPS!" "Why exactly are you on the computer right now!" "I had to check my e-mail! Come check this out!" "Okay!" I run from the kitchen to the living room. Angelique (or Angie as I call her) is sitting, hunched over her MacBook. She lifts her head up and gestures me over. "I got an e-mail from. . ." She moves the mouse around a bit, then she clicks on something. "Gah! Stupid pop-ups!" "ANGELIQUEDON'TCLICKTHEX!" [A/N: she said, "Angelique don't click the x!"] "Whut?" She looks confused as I read the pop-up over her shoulder. "Get your own Hetalia units. Click here." I just look at her. "ARE YOU CRAZY! THEY'RE HETALIA CHARACTERS FOR PETE'S SAKE! They could be like little dolls! Or like robots. . ." I trailed off in thought. I chose that time to lunge at the computer. I turn it to me, and then click the "YES" button. "What in the name of THE FLYING MINT BUNNY did you do?" I giggled at the use of the Flying Mint Bunny's name. We use that instead of cuss words, since we both don't like cuss words. "I ordered them. Who knows! Maybe I'll get something for my Hetalia collection?" "I don't think so." She crossed her arms and gave me a death stare. My Italian instincts told me to run away as fast as possible. Thankfully, I heard the toaster's little ping sound of the deafening silence. I run as fast as possible to the kitchen. I pull the butter out of the fridge and started buttering the toast. I was silently freaking out inside because I was afraid of what will happen. And boy, did I have a reason. But you'll find that out later on.
A/N: So how was it! And for future reference to the disclaimers, check this chapter. I'm too lazy to write it again.