Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
The black haired man opened his eye's slowly due to his phone going off. Yawning he picked it up "Konichiwa" he greeted. "Hello this is your local-" he hung the robot up. He stretched looking at his clock, before standing and dusting himself off lightly.
His dog lay in a corner still sleeping. Even though he was super old, he didn't look a day over thirty, maybe in his late twenties. Soon he took a nice relaxing morning bath, just listening to the morning birds chirping. '"Everyone Shut up!"' he sighed remembering his German friend had gotten angry because of the havoc at last week's meeting.
When he got out he dressed himself for the day, he had the day off from work. His small dog came up to him wagging his tail. He looked down smiling before going in the kitchen and feeding him properly.
He too, fixed himself a meal then sat and had a cup of tea. Yip ,yip. Looking down was his dog once more wagging it's tail and pawing at him. Before he did anything else he finished the tea, and put on his flip flop like shoes, before heading out.
"Today a new manga comes out, it looked interesting" he said emotionless, but inside he was happy. He wasn't really talking to anyone, maybe his dog that walked along happily beside him. When he got to the book store, the dog waited outside for him happily. He got three manga books and left. The dog yipped and followed him once more.
"Now I need to buy another wii controller" his friend Alfred had visited for a time last month and broke his wii remote, because he said he didn't need the safety strap and it slipped out of his hands. After he observed the various remotes, and stopped to look at a cute lion plushy, he got a regular white one before returning home. He put away the thing's carefully.
He prepared some shusi for his lunch, feeding his dog some in the process. "Now time to do this, for Elizabeta-san" he sighed taking out a composition book. That was his excuse, if anyone were to stop by. He started to write thinking "Hmmm should I make Feli-kun die...no no, to predictable" he continued. Like that for a few hours he wrote in the composition book, occasionally thinking out loud as to what should happen next, or if he should just finish it there, until he was finished with the story he was writing.
He stood putting the notebook away before making leak soup with miso and pickled plum rice ball for his dinner. After he took another relaxing bath, this time bathing his dog with him. When he was out he brushed his teeth before making tea just sitting outside on his porch looking up at the night sky.
The day reminded him of his isolation days, but he wasn't unhappy being out of it, the people he's met and have yet to meet have introduced him to knew thing's, as awkward as he found it. Tommorow he felt something uneasy would happen. That wasn't a bad thing though. Soon he head off to bed to start another day tommorow, his dog curling up next to him.
Ah I hope you like this, I just thought I'd make a very formal story, even though it's a bit boring.