3 months ago

"C'mon Madelyn! Let's sign up for the kicks and giggles!"

"Yea, no, it's only fiction, Hetalia isn't real Vitti..."

"Aw, you're such a downer sorella, we probably wouldn't even win."

"Alright, fine, but if this comes back to bite us in the culo, I'm going to smack you."

"Yay! You're the best Mad."

"Whatever..."

Vittoria's POV

Flipping through the channels of our crappy little T.V. I looked over at my sorella, I was hot…so very hot, it was extremely warm in our tiny apartment, the A.C. was broken, it was 87 degrees outside and we had a dozen fans pointed at us.

Not like those little buggers did anything, it was like a warm, sweaty hand was caressing me, and I hated it.

But strangely enough, my sorella, Madelyn, looked comfortable. Sure she was decked out in shorts and a tank top, but she was reading a book and drinking tea-the hot kind-Not even a speck of sweat was on her brow. Unlike me, I was pretty much sprawled out on the couch, my tank top rolled up and pajama pants rolled up as high as they could go, I was literally, "sweatin' like a sinner in church".

Did I mention how hot I was?

I rolled over and threw my hand over the side of the couch, blindly reaching for my phone, wondering if I had gotten any text messages, unlocking it, I scrolled through my messages, of course I got none because I don't really hang out (or have) friends, except my sorella. But there was something even better than friends that happened on that tiny little phone, my favorite authoress updated her story I tried not to let out a tiny squeak of happiness because she doesn't update much.

But, she was the best Hetalia authoress to ever write Hetalia fanfiction and I idolized her, I will admit I've tried to write...and I failed miserably. My sorella still giggles every time she thinks of my first story. But hey! Thumbs up for trying.

And of course the moment I started reading it, the doorbell decided to ring, and, let me tell you, it is the most annoying little doorbell to ever make a noise, this is the moment I realize I'm fine with not having friends. The doorbell may have made a happy little jingle back when the building was first built, but we'll never know. And until we move, that specific doorbell will continue to make Madelyn concerned.

Groaning I sat up and set my phone on the couch, rolling my tank top down and stood walking that short distance to the door. I was growing mildly annoyed for in that short time, whoever was on the other side would not stop ringing the god damn doorbell.

"Cosa!" I yelled opening the door my sister walking up behind me, only to see a mildly frightened man in a mint green button up shirt and khaki pants with a disgraceful bunny eared hat, which made Madelyn snort behind me.

"Err" he seemed to gain his bearings and gave us a wide smile "I work for Mint Bunny and Co. and I'm here to tell you, you've won!" I then noticed a human sized crate was next to him.

"Won what..." My sister said behind me, a hard edge to her voice.

"Won the Hetalia contest, of course!'' right after those words left his mouth I stumbled back, my sorella holding my hair in a hard grip, probably pulling some out in the process.

"This is not happening..." I slowly moved her hand from my hair and smiled at her.

"C'mon what could be so bad about owning Hetalia units!" I held out my arms and tilted my head "Think about it, hot guys...everywhere."

"We could get Scotland." she muttered angrily glancing at the apparently worker of Mint Bunny and Co. with a non-trusting look. I shrugged and walked towards him,

"That's not so bad, Do I have to sign anything?" he nodded quickly and held out a clipboard that needed to be signed, a pen, and a nondescript manila envelope. Madelyn grabbed the envelope and I took the pen, signing it with a messy cursive Vittoria Rossi~ before handing it back to him with ease.

The man tucked the clipboard to his side and pushed the dolly carrying the crate in the apartment.

"It takes up the whole living room..." Madelyn muttered looking at it. The man, whose name tag said "Noah", walked out of the apartment.

"I'll be back in a couple days, courtesy of Mint Bunny!" and waved at us, standing next to a massive green truck -Mint Bunny and Co.- printed on the sides and flying mint bunny on the top of the hood minus the wings.

"Tacky..." My sister remarked, staring at it.

I shushed her and walked to the crate, grabbing the manila envelope, opened it, and tried not to laugh for in the envelope was but a manual. For a certain red head Madelyn greatly disliked.

CONGRATS -it read in dark green print- You are now the proud owner of the Alistair "Scotland" Kirkland Hetalia Unit!

I couldn't help it, I laughed and when my sister snatched the manual out of my hands it only made me laugh even more. Her face went bright red at something on it and curiously, I went over to her and grabbed it out of her hands reading it out loud, blushing at some of the things you needed to take caution on when owning a Scotland unit

"Should we wake him up now?" She quietly asked, I nodded

"Might as well, we can play the bagpipes, but we don't own any, ask if he wants a cigar, which will result in him breaking open the box, place an Ireland unit in front of the box, which will result in him coming out in pre-drunk mode, or an Arthur unit which will have him coming out annoyed, Well we don't own either of those so we can't do that, or, tell him you're strip teasing.." My sister made a strangled noise at that and I grinned

"And lastly we can play a show, which will have varying affects" I shrugged and walked over to the T.V "This seems to be the most normal thing on that list on waking him up"

My sister ran to the other side of the room and stood behind the couch while I turned on Spongebob covering my ears afterwards and glancing at the crate

"What the bloody hell is that?" a loud noise of wood breaking then happened and Madelyn screamed. The crate made a sound of protest and broke apart, particles of sawdust coating the room in a brown haze and I closed my eyes, sneezing at the amount of it. Opening them tentatively after a couple seconds and looking up, what I saw made my eyes bug out.

A genuine Scotland lookalike, from the cigar dangling from his mouth to the Scottish Uniform he was wearing. Oh, and I just noticed, He was standing literally right in front of me. A glare on his face and his arms crossed "What is on the fuckin' telly." I squeaked and walked backwards.

"SpongeBob." A monotone voice said from behind the couch and both Scot and I turned to look at my sorella, a glare on her face. "Now if you'll excuse me." she jumped over the back of the couch and grabbed her tea on the coffee table before sitting herself primly on the cushion, raising a brow and gesturing him to scoot away from the screen.

He looked at her in disbelief before shaking it off and wearing a smirk instead, moving towards me

"Why hello lass, may I ask what your name is?" He leaned down close to my brightly blushing face, chuckling before a teacup came flying at the back of his head and a frigid voice came from the couch.

"Do Not."

AUTHORESSES NOTE:

Heyo! Hiro here, I've finally decided to post stories onto here instead of Quotev! This is definitely NOT my first story so I will deal with flames accordingly. This story is co-written with my bestfriend/cousin who I will from now on call Bro-Chan and this story is on her wattpad account. I DO NOT OWN HETALIA.

ITALIAN TRANSLATIONS-

Sorella- Sister
Culo- Ass
Cosa- What

Also reviews would be fabulous *throws glitter* Yay!