Good day my friends. I am Sara, and I shall be writing my story for you all today. This is a fanfiction that has been inspired to me by those manual fanfics I seem to read a lot. I would like some tips on how I am doing, what I could do to get better, and maybe even tips on which character I should introduce first. I've made the first three chapters already, but I would like to know which unit You guys would like to have the characters run into once, twice, or more so.

Chapter 1: Ordering Precious China

I sighed. Ever since I had moved out and got a decent job, going to college and all that, I was…to be honest I was exceptionally lonely. I had no one to talk to, well that is except for the dachshund I got named Oliver. I was a simple woman who lived quietly. I tended to be a shut in, on the computer, and sometimes I was playing with my dog. I had cable, but I rarely watched TV. It never really interested me, other than teaching me to cook on the food channels.

Now, to be straight, I am a, what you would call, fan girl of sorts. I liked anime a lot, even when I was little and still stayed with my aged parents. I enjoyed many different works of anime. These works were as follows: Lucky star, Hetalia, Soul Eater, Pokemon, Digimon, and many, many others. Of these, I often read fan fictions of Hetalia. Yes, they still have fan fictions, even now. Since then, humanity seems to have gone advanced in as little as about fifteen years. I was about twenty-nine now, and I still pondered how everything had just started to shoot off into hyperspace, or however you should say it.

Due to these advancements, however, something came for all of those Hetalia-loving otakus. These were the Living Characters of Hetalia. They were basically almost Real people, except they were android like creatures that could be programmed. Still, they were neat, or awesome as I should put it. The only problem was that they were really freaking expensive.

I had been saving for a while now, and I wondered if I should try to buy one now. It would be nice to have company besides my dog, no? So, on my birthday even, I purchased the first Hetalia character that I saw fit that would not destroy my house and that I was a fan of. This would happen to be a character known as Yao Wang. He was the personification of China. Is it Ironic that I am Chinese? I didn't choose him because of that, but it was still a nice touch. I made the purchase, spending over half of the savings that I have had for this, and turned away from my laptop. I looked over towards my dog.

"Am I going to regret this?" I questioned. Oliver tilted his head, waving his short tail. The faithful dog just gave me a whimper in reply. I sighed, hoping that the delivery would get here soon. So lonely, I was, it was depressing to say the least…

~!Peanuts!~

It had been a week since I placed the order, and I was pacing right and left right outside, in front of my door. The mailing company should be faster than this, gad dangit! I huffed, crossing my arms. This was unfair, it had to be me that they were late on, didn't it? I let my long dark brown hair drape in front of my glasses.

I heard a honk suddenly, and I swiveled to my right. There it was, the truck(Yes they never did get rid of those contraptions known as "Vehicles" even though one would guess that they made air crafts by now) coming to my house. I squeaked in glee and grinned brightly. Finally! The anxious waiting was over...I hoped. There was still a chance, they said, that I could have gotten the wrong unit.

The truck stopped at my house, and the person driving popped out of the car. The female walked over to me, raising an eyebrow. She chuckled for a moment, causing me to look at her with confusion.

"I assume this is your first one?" she spoke out. Not having much else to say, I mutely nodded. She chuckled once more and told me," Good luck. Please sign this, ma'am."

I took the pen and clip board that she handed me and scribbled my name in the best cursive I could do. It was a horrible job, but hey, I was horrible in both print and cursive, and have been since third grade. She took the clip board back and requested that I help her with the delivery. I obliged and went over to the truck to unload it.

After that was done, I had one giant box and one manual neatly placed in my hand. I thanked the lady as she drove off in that giant truck. Then, I turned my attention to the box. I sighed, flipping open the manual. It said the usual "congratulations" and stuff. I skimmed over his statistics, secretly loathing the fact that he weighed less than me and yet was taller, and skipped through the jobs for now. Then, I got to where one would be able to wake this unit up. I was unable to do the majority of these options, though. For one, I didn't have the strength to pull the box inside for the anthems of those three countries to be played to it from my small laptop. Another, I did not know Russian. I also did not know the Chinese National Anthem, which would involve in a lecture.

I hummed, pondering if I should just open the box. But, then, I didn't want to get killed. So, I begrudgingly went inside for a moment to memorize a few words of the anthem and prepared myself for a history class of Mandarin. Hey, I wanted to learn the language anyway, might as well have the personification of China teach it to me.

A couple of minutes I rushed back out, relieved that no one stole my baby-I mean unit, and cleared my throat.

"Gilai! Buhyuion zuah nuhli d-" I didn't even get past the first verse before I hid behind my door to avoid being impaled by the box being opened.

"AIYA! That is not how you sing it! Must I give you lesson on Mandarin?! I will make sure you can sing it correctly!" said the chinese man standing up from the box, not at all phased by the fact he was in the box. I crept out to try and reprogram him, but alas I was too late. He caught me and quickly I was talked into having the Mandarin lessons.

This will end well, yes, yes it will.

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Sarcasm. Sarcasm up the arse.