A/N Hi guys~ Here's a surprise for ya! I'm actually doing a multichapter fic! I kinda got tired of oneshots. But I'll probably make some more when I get more ideas. Anyway, I am doing this story based on Lollidictator's manuals, but there will be some characters that don't have a manual yet. Mostly because I feel like itAnyway, enjoy the random crap my sister and I somehow get in to when we are left alone with imagination.

Disclaimer: I don not own Axis Powers Hetalia nor do I own the Manual fanfictions .I only own myself and my sister (not really).


Let me tell you something about my life. It is nowhere near normal. Which is fine with me, but seriously… Nothing normal ever happens.

First off, I somehow own a huge-ass house that I apparently got in my dead parents' will. I barely even KNEW my parents. I just know that they went to this trip to the Amazon and never came back.

Second, my sister and I look almost nothing alike. While I have dark brown hair and brown eyes, she got brown hair and gold eyes. Except she didn't want to be a brunette so about two years ago she dyed it red. Now people get all confused when I say we're siblings.

Thirdly, my sister happens to be the clumsiest person on Earth. Besides me, of course. Because no one is as clumsy as me.

My whole life is so weird and freaking unrealistic that if I told you the whole story, you would say I was bullshitting you. But I'm not.

One last thing. My name is Esme. ESME! Who the hell names their kid Esme? I sound like a fucking genie. And my sister's name is Autumn. And no you cannot date her because if you did I would have to fucking tear you apart limb by limb.

yeah I know… I'm creepy and overprotective like that.

But that's enough of my weird life. You guys are only reading this because you want to know about something that happened. About the Hetalia Units, sí?

Well, it started a month ago when Autumn and I were doing chores…


"AUTUMN! WHERE THE HELL IS THE BROOMSTICK?"

"IT'S IN THE CLOSET NEXT TO THE OTHER USELESS CRAP!"

This was just another day for me. Autumn and I basically yelled at each other when it came to tasks like this. Because we both suck ass at cleaning, our house looked like a fucking tornado ran through 10 times over.

Me being the older and supposedly the most mature (I don't exactly think so), I was trying to somehow clean up the pigsty that was our house. And I needed the broomstick. That somehow ended up in the useless crap closet instead of the cleaning supplies closet.

Yes we have a useless crap closet.

No we don't intend to clean it out.

And you're probably wondering why we don't have servants of that kind of crap. Since we apparently are allowed to stay in a big-ass house that was left to us in a will. Well, the reason why we don't live with anyone else is because our family can't stand us. The only reason our aunt even pays the bills for the house and gives us money for food is just so we don't have to live in her house.

Which smells like cats and desperation anyway.

N-not that there's anything wrong with cats. It's just that she has like, 50 of them.

I'm not kidding. I actually counted…

I named all of them after states.

Anyway… that meant that we had to clean this whole damn house by ourselves.

Which was a nightmare.

But I'm getting off track. While I was cleaning the monstrosity that was our house, Autumn was in her room.

On her computer.

Reading yaoi.

Now yaoi is something that we bond over. But if it gets in the way of cleaning the house, then dammit that laptop was going out the window!

I stomped over to Autumn's room and stood over her laptop, watching with some amusement as Autumn's eyes were bulging and drooling at the no doubt dirty yaoi manga scene that was unfolding on her computer.

I then shut the laptop.

"Oi! Esme! I was reading that!"

"yeah yeah, whatever. You can just turn your damn manga porn back on later. You promised that you would help me clean the house!"

"No I didn't!"

"Yes, you did."

"You have no proof!"

I then took out my phone and got to the recordings, and started playing one. I sounded like this:

Esme: hey Autumn?

Autumn: yes?

Esme: will you help me clean the house this Saturday?

Autumn: sure. I have nothing better to do.

I then stopped the recording and looked at Autumn smugly, who was looking at me in disbelief.

"w-why the hell did you record that?"

"For situations like this~"

Autumn sighed a really annoyed sigh and set her laptop on her bed. "Fine Esme, you win. I'll help you clean the damn house." She then dragged herself out of her room and to the left; probably going to go get that broom I was wondering about.

I smirked. Note to self. Record conversations with Autumn more often.


After spending two hours trying to clean the house, I eventually gave up and just called my best friend Tsuno to help. Unlike me, she was excellent at cleaning. So then the three of us found a way to make the house actually look like a house instead of a pigsty. We then basically watched Hetalia videos on my computer.

Oh yeah. That's the thing I forgot to tell you. Autumn and I are major Hetalia fangirls. So is Tsuno, who basically introduced us to the wonder that is Hetalia. I don't know how I survived without it. We had Hetalia crap EVERYWHERE. Hell, I even had a shirt that said "Make pasta, Not war". We all had our favorites. And we also chose who was the person we acted like.

I was America, Autumn was Romano, and Tsuno was Japan. But she sometimes switched to Canada because she sometimes had an invisibility factor.

But enough of that. When Tsuno had to go home (her mom was really gung ho about this stuff) We just watched more videos and maybe some yaoi videos (shut up. Like you don't have guilty pleasures), I decided to go to sleep. I said good night to Autumn and went to my room across the hall. Little did I know my little sister would do something to change our lives forever…


Mwahahaha…. I am ending it here. Because I suck. But don't worry~ the next chapter will be where the confusion begins….

And no, Autumn is not my real sister. She is a really good friend of mine that is like my sister. She's a year younger than me. And no, her description is not what she really looks like. It is what her OC looks like, and she wants to look like that. So she gets the chance to in this fic~ But that really is how I look like. I just choose not to wear my glasses at times. ANYWAY! The next chapter will be up extremely soon. Because I'm bored as hell.