And yet again, I jump upon the Bandwagon. The Hetalia Manual Bandwagon, that is. Based of of LoliDictator's Hetalia Unit Manuals, of course.

Time.

Sometimes, it felt like I had too much of it.

Which really shouldn't be the case, considering that I'm a student at a 24/7 college. I take two courses per month, six days a week, and each class has 4 hour lectures, and 4 hour labs. I spend a grand total of 48 hours in class, and that doesn't even count the hours I spend working on projects and studying at home, or the open labs I go to on my off days to get ahead.

This month, I had matching schedules for both classes, so I was leaving my small, two bedroom apartment (that only really hosted one person and all her junk) at four in the morning, to be on time for my 5am class, and staying on campus until 5pm (with a four hour break between 9am and 1pm) for 6 days a week. Tiring? Yes. But when the college runs 24/7, you take what you're given.

Winter break was coming up fast, and that would give me three and a half weeks of freedom. Sweet, pressure-free freedom! I was trying to get all my projects done ahead of time, so I could cruise through the final days and slide right into break.

Unfortunately, this meant forgoing much of my spare time.

Especially my sleep-time.

Heh. Who needs sleep, anyway?

One side effect of less sleep, though, meant less rational thinking. Not that I thought all that rationally to begin with, but you get the point. It was 1 am, and I was much too awake for the hour. I had my laptop open on my bed, and "Ni-Hao, Kai-Lan" playing on my small TV (carted all the way to Florida from Pennsylvania).

I wasn't really paying attention to the show, instead I was surveying the newly submitted Hetalia fanfiction. Nothing really caught my eye - either it was written in another language, or was of a depressing genre that my too-awake mind wasn't interested in dealing with. I was just about to leave the site and spam Deviantart when a pop up ad caught my eye.

Usually, I don't get pop ups. My firewall keeps them out, since I can't afford another $2000 to replace my laptop if it dies. But if my firewall hadn't caught this one, then it couldn't be all that dangerous, right? It was brightly colored and simple - not flashy, just eye catching. There was a familiar logo waterlogged onto the background, and in bold black letters it read

"Free Hetalia Units - Click here to Beta Test!"

"Free Hetalia Units….." I read aloud. "Hmm…only if I can haz Canada." Ah, my inner LOLcat. Then I noticed some finer print beneath the bold letters. I narrowed my eyes and pushed my glasses up my nose to better read.

"Includes: France, England, America, Russia, Canada, Sweden…" I stopped reading at 'Canada'.

"Okay. I'll fall for that." I clicked the link. The pop up disappeared, and was suddenly replaced by a smaller box.

"Thank you for volunteering to Beta Test our Hetalia Units! Your first Unit will arrive in 1-3 business days, and you will receive a new Unit every two days. Thank you for your business!" Almost as soon as I had finished reading, the pop up disappeared.

I waited, but my laptop didn't explode. No S.W.A.T. team burst through my windows. Nothing spontaneously combusted. Absolutely nothing happened.

I felt slightly disappointed.

"Alright….that was weird…" I muttered. I glanced at my digital clock and sighed. 2am. I could either try to sleep for two hours, or just stay up until I had to leave for class and try to sleep on my 9am-1pm break. Sleeping on campus didn't usually turn out well. But, tonight was Friday, and tomorrow Saturday….I had Sunday off, so I could always sleep then….

…yeah, I'd just sleep Sunday.

I picked up the remote and turned up my TV, returning to the elementary-level learning of Chinese words and quickly forgetting about the Units that would supposedly arrive by Tuesday. Nunavut, my 5 month old Newfounland, whined and rolled over on my bed, pointedly rolling over the remote. I made a face and scratched his fluffy gray ears.

"Okay, okay, transmission received - no more volume touchie." Nunavut sneezed. "Ew. Rude..."

By Saturday night, I would be wishing I hadn't forgotten so easily.

Short, I know, but it's a start, nonetheless. What do you think of my writing style? Did I make some mistake that readers can see and I can't? Let me know, people!