FFFF- I don't even know if I'm going to start with this. It's just something I decided on the spot. I'm sorry if it sucks, I haven't thought this through at all. I may continue, or I may scrap this later, I don't know. Well, I've got nothing to lose except time, so let's get started with this.
I yawned and pulled myself up off my desk. Yes, sometimes I fall asleep on my desk, ok? Deal with it. I didn't even bother to look on my computer screen, probably because I thought that I had just fallen on the b button again and it was all over the page. I pulled on a plain red shirt and dark blue jeans and brushed our my long blonde hair, which I was considering getting cut. I walked down the hallway and into the small kitchen provided in the house that my parents had bought for me. I cooked myself some Pop-tarts and poured milk into a glass. I looked outside to the rising sun.
I set my glass down quickly and ran back to my room to grab my camera. Running quickly to the rooftop I leaned forward ever so slightly and clicked the picture button. I pulled my face away from the camera and looked at the glass screen that displayed the recently taken picture. It depicted an orange sun framed by two mountains and the faint outline of a bird in the middle of the sun. Perfect for a sale. I climbed back down to my bedroom and sat down at my computer.
"What the France is this?" I asked to no one in particular. 'Congratulations! You have purchased your very own Hetalia unit! Your unit will arrive in 3-5 days.'
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Crap.
"Kaitlin? Kaitlin! Help me!" I said into the phone.
"What did you break this time, Sydney?" came the reply from the other end of the phone. I had called my friend, Kaitlin, who I had known since the 6th grade. She always assume I call because I broke something. ONE TIME. ONE TIME.
"Nothing! Yet... Not the point! I accidently ordered some Hetalia units!" I yelled into the phone. There was silence for a few seconds.
"Whaddya want me to do about it?" she asked.
"I'm afraid I'm going to get France." I whispered worridly into the phone.
"...I'll be right over." Kaitlin said before hanging up.
The next few days were spent in anxious waiting as we did whatever we could to keep ourselves occupied. Photography, drawing, writing, anything. It was the fourth day of waiting and I was outside playing with my diabolo when I heard a truck driving down the road. I turned my head away from my current activity, earning me a diabolo to the head. While I was cluthcing the throbbing spot on my head, the truck pulled up my driveway and a man climbed out in a green worker's uniform. The truck, upon further inspection, had green bunny ears and wings. I snickered. The man that got out of the truck walked over to me and held a clipboard out to me.
"Sign please." he said. I shrugged and signed the paper. He walked back to his truck and wheeled out two boxes. He set them down on the front step and turned to tip his hat to me. "Have a good day." he mumbled, walking back to his truck.
"Bye Fred!" I called after him. When a person has a name tag, you use it, okay? He didn't even look up at me when he started his car and drove off. 'Well, that was rude.' I thought, walking over the the two boxes. "CANADA!" I called. Oh yeah, Kaitlin=Canada.
"What do you want?" she asked, poking her head through the doorway and then seeing the boxes.
"Help." I said. She got the top smaller one and I got the bottom one, although it wasn't very big, it was kind of heavy. We set the two boxes in the living room and opened the smaller one first. The first thing to be pulled out was a faucet pipe. "Oh come on." I muttered.
"I think you got an Ivan." Canada said, putting the faucet pipe down and pulling out a bottle of vodka.
"Naw derp Sherlock, I thought I got Sealand." I replied, sarcasm dripping off my voice she stuck her tongue out at me as I stood to open the smaller box. "This looks too small to be an Ivan..." I whispered under my breath. I shrugged and began scratching at the box. "Brother... Brother... let's become one brother..." I whispered creepily. No response. Slightly worried and wondering if I had broken it, I lifted the lid off the top of the box. "Awwwww!" I squealed. Inside was a little Ivan, bundled up in a smaller version of his older coat. His violet eyes fluttered open, and they met my green ones.
"привет, are you Mother Russia?" he asked with wide eyes.
"No, I'm not, and please refrain from calling me that. You can call me сестра though." I said, reaching in a pulling out a little Ivan. He smiled and nodded.
"What am I, Canadian or something?" Canada said behind me.
"Yes. Ivan, this is my friend, Kaitlin. You can just call her Canada though, or сестра as well." I told Ivan, making use of the few Russian words I actually knew. Ivan just nodded again, but then he shivered.
"сестра, I'm cold." he whispered, shivering. I set him down and went over to the heating controls to turn it up a few degrees.
"Better?" I asked him. He nodded and went over to sit on the couch. Kaitlin and I followed him, turning on the TV. We watched House, iCarly, The Suite Life on Deck, and Criminal Minds. By then it was pretty late, so Kaitlin went back to her house and I carried Ivan down the hallway. "Let's see... Do you want to sleep in the spare room? There's no bed in there, but we can make do with some blankets and pillows." I thought, looking for Ivan's place to sleep.
"I think that's ok." Ivan said. I walked him in there and set him down.
"I'll go get some blankets and pillows, I'll be right back, ok?" I told him. He nodded his head and sat down in the middle of the room. He actually was kind of cute and not all that threatening when he was little. I walked back out into the living room and grabbed two blankets and a pillow for Ivan to sleep on. I walked back into the room and opened the door to find Ivan gone.
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Crap.
"Ivan, Ivan, where are you?" I called. When there was no response, I started to get a little worried. "Ivan!" I yelled, suddenly running outside to look around. I started calling his name louder,
"Shut up!" One of my neighbors demanded.
"NO! I'm looking for a little dude, you shut up!" I screamed back. I turned and ran dow the street towards the playground. He's just as likely to end up there, seeing as there's a window looking out towards it from the room he was sitting in. I heard the creaking of the old swing as I got closer. "Ivan!" I called out.
"сестра!" I heard him call back. I ran and picked him up off the swing.
"Thank goodness I found you! Never leave the house again without me knowing, ok?" I reprimanded him. He nodded and I carried him back home.
"Did you find it?" my neighbor called.
"It's a him, and yes I did. Good night!" I yelled over to the neighbor. They called the same thing back and walked back into their house. My neighbors and I kind of have this love-hate relationship. Meh, I live nest to them, so I can't hate them all the time, can I? I set Ivan down in his "room" and walked out. "Good night."
"спокойной ночи." I heard him say before I closed the door. I walked back to my room and crawled into my bed.
"ding...dong" I heard the doorbell ring. I groaned and pulled myself out of bed. "ding...dong" The doorbell rang again.
"Will ya shuddup? I'm comin'." I grumpily yelled at the door, knowing the person on the other side couldn't hear me. I yanked open the door, clearly strtling the delivery man on the other side. "There's more?" I asked. It was the same man from yesterday who had delivered chibi Ivan. He simply nodded and handed me the clipboard to sign. As I was signing, I felt something attached itself to my leg. I looked down to see Ivan clutching onto my leg and glaring at the delivery man.
"Hello." The delivery man said. Ivan just continued glaring. I laughed and pulled the giant box inside. The de- oh, right. His name is Fred. Fred seemed surprised that I could pull the box inside by myself. I grew up with three older brothers, it was either get strong or get beaten to a pulp.
"Ok. Can I have the manual? I want to keep all of my limbs, please." I asked Fred. He seemed to snap out of a trance and handed me a manilla folder.
"Bye." Fred said before walking out the door and into his car. Ivan kept on trying to stand on his toes to see who I got. I looked down and read the cover of the manual. "ARTHUR KIRKLAND: User Guide and Manual. I sighed. At least I didn't get France. I looked at the options and then threw the folder on the couch. I walked into the kitchen to start making what would be breakfast. Whether Arthur and Ivan liked it or not.
I finished the plate of hamburgers and quickly walked back out of the kitchen and over tot he box that was in front of my television. I placed the hambugers in front of the box.
"Alfred! Get that crap out of my face!" A English voice came from inseide the box. The box starting shaking and I took a step forward to get the plate of hamburgers away from the box (considering it was breakfast). Before I could get back, the box exploded and shards of the box were sent flying everywhere. There was something burning in my calf, then it increased to intense pain. I held in sobs as I looked down to find a large chunk of the wood had embedded itself in my leg.
"YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO BLOW THE FREAKING BOX UP!" I yelled at Arthur, who, after seeing me, apoligized for his behavior and began helping me down to the restroom where the first aid kit.
"I'm terribly sorry about this, love (because apparently English people say love...weird)." England apoligized.
"You couldn't help it, plus I was stupid enough to get too close the box. And don't call me 'love' it makes me feel like a lady. I'm not that fancy. My name is Sydney, OW!" I yelped in pain as I pulled out the wood and my leg started bleeding more than it had before. "Fudge..."
"сестра? Are you okay?" I heard a small voice from the door.
"Yes, I'm okay. Go watch TV, I'll be right out to make breakfast for you." I calmly told the small Russia, trying to stop the blood coming from my leg. I heard him grunt in agreement and close the door to the bathroom, leaving Arthur and I to tend to the wound on my leg.
That... wasn't that bad. Maybe I'll continue this story... Ok, I thought of something. If I get 5 reviews (small number powers!), then I will continue with this story. If I don't... then I dunno I'll do something.
Hetalia does not belong to me, but Sydney does. So ha. None of these awsome characters for you.