Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, U.S.A. Skates, Dunkin' Doughnuts, Game Stop, or CVS. If I did, I'd be rich, and wouldn't need to make fan-fics.I do own the story itself, and the OC's. (Well, kinda, they're loosely based on me, and people I know…)Also, slight bad language.

I'm Alyssa Beltrick, and if you're reading this, then you're in for one heck of a story. It started when I went home one night to the house I share with my two friends, and one of their dads. He had just gone on vacation, leaving us, three sixteen year-olds alone. For about two or three weeks. I had my wavy black hair in a ponytail, with my favorite orange T-shirt on. I had come home from dropping him off at the airport, as my friend Haley, (his daughter) was working.

"Hi," I said, "I'm home!"

"Kon'nichiwa Alyssa," My other roommate Kathy said, popping up at my side, her long, curly, brown hair flowing in all directions. "How was Haley's dad? Did you have a safe trip?" Kathy isn't Japanese she's just really obsessed with the culture. It was because of how much anime she watches.

"It went well," I replied. "He's having a safe trip to Florida."

"Oh I miss Florida," Kathy said wistfully, "It was always beach weather there. No snow, or blizzards… but there are much better waves here in Rhode Island!"

"I know Kathy," I replied with a smirk, "I used to live there, too. So did Haley, and her dad."

"By the way," Kathy said, losing her wistful smile, and gaining a small one, "I made non-alcoholic piña coladas!"

"So… You made slushies?"

She nodded, "Basically. I also made some of my dad's 'World Famous' if you want some." Her dad always said he was a chef, and he made the best alfredo sauce. He called it his 'World Famous'. He taught all of his children how to make it.

"Okay Kath," I said, smiling. "You treat us so good, always making delicious food!" I entered the kitchen.

"Stop it, you're makin' me blush here!" She slipped into a Johnston accent with those words. For those of you who haven't heard one, it sounds sort of like a New Jersey accent. Kathy had lived here before moving to Florida. I was the only one who was born there.

"How goes the job search?" I asked. We were both currently unemployed.

"I sent my résumé to Game Stop, that pet store down the street, U.S.A. Skates, and C.V.S. I also sent a copy of yours, too," She smiled at me. "Hope ya don't mind working at any of those places."

I laughed, "No Kathleen, I don't. Thanks for thinking of me when you sent them."

"I never could forget!" She piled some pasta on her plate. I assumed it was her third, as this girl never stopped eating, but somehow managed to stay skinny.

"Save some for Haley, and me, will you?" I asked, seeing a less than half full pot. "You really need to make this more!"

"I would if you guys bought stuff to make it more. You know how lazy I am!" She plopped down on the couch, eating some of her pasta. I got myself a plate, and sat with her.

"Can we pretty please watch anime?" Kathy asked, grabbing the remote.

"Sure," I said, "As long as it doesn't have nudity!" The face she made next was priceless; a mixture of shock, hurt, and embarrassment. "That's right I've seen your lap top history!"

"Th-that's private stuff! And I don't watch anime like that! I just… happen to find pictures of characters I like… in less than decent attire… I must be such a pervert!" She said the next part with WAY too much emotion to be real. She wanted to be an actress, but sometimes she tried too hard. Haley thinks it's to show us that she's not really hurt. She didn't used to use so much emotion, but people always thought she was actually bothered by it.

"Kathy, relax," I stated. "How about we watch Hetalia: Paint it White?"

"Hai!" Kathy exclaimed, putting the disc in. We had gotten to the part where the pictonians had turned Tony into one of them, when we heard the door open. I paused it, as Kathy ran to greet Haley.

"Kon'nichiwa, Haley!" Kathy screamed hugging Haley. "How was work?"

"Sucky as usual, Accailia," Haley said. She had left her long, straight, light brown hair down. Accailia was Kathy's nickname, but I have no idea why. I never really asked. "People are always rude to me, at Dunkin' and I can't even tell them off! I have to force a smile, and apologize, even if the person's being a complete dick!"

"Hey Hales," I called from the living room. "What happened today?"

Haley smiled at me, but the smile faded into a grimace. "Some douche comes up, and makes the strangest, longest request ever. I don't remember now, but I had to write it down. I tried to make… whatever it was they wanted, but when I gave it to them, they spit it out, called it crap, insulted me, and refused to pay…" A small smile found its way onto her face. "There are some nice regulars there though. Like Anna. She saw this, and paid for the ...drink that costumer ordered. She also gave me a tip for always having to put up with people like that."

"I bet some 'World Famous' would make you feel better!" Kathy said, handing her a plate she just made. "I got bored, and decided to make..." She paused.

"Pastaaaaaaaa!" Haley and her yelled in unison.

"You two watch too much Hetalia!" I laughed, coming in to the room with them.

"You're one to talk, Miss. I-know-every-thing-about-Canada-there-is-to-know!"

"Well so what if I know a lot about a country? Haley knows everything about Russia!"

"I was taking about the character, and I do know about Haley's strange obsession with the country, and character. I am her best friend." Kathy struck a hammy, or as she might say 'epic' pose.

Haley patted her on the shoulder. "Well, what're we watching?"

"Paint it White!" Kathy said, with child-like glee. "The pictonians had just attacked Tony!"

"Kathy, did you forget about our plan for tomorrow?" Haley asked, with a smirk. Haley was quite sadistic, and loved seeing her friends in misery.

"I made no deals with you, foul woman!" Kathy yelled. "Get your head examined!"

"We wrote this list out," Haley said dryly, holding up a list with what was obviously Kathy's horrible handwriting on it.

"…Your point is?" Kathy asked, flashing a too-sweet-to-be-true smile.

"Look at all that! We have to wake up early."

"How early?" Kathy raised an eyebrow.

"Six," Haley smirked. "Five thirty if you want to make breakfast."

Kathy groaned. "Why does my past-self hate me?!" Kathy banged her head against a wall. "Fine…" She walked into the basement (her room), but the tell-tale tapping of keys said she had opened up her lap top.

Haley's face fell. "She's gonna be hell to deal with in the morning…." Haley looked at me. "Good night." She went into her room, and I heard the door lock. Haley liked her privacy. No, that's an understatement, Haley LOVED her privacy.

"Guess I'll just put the pasta in the fridge…" I said to myself. I put the pasta away, and turned the T.V. off. I decided to go to bed, because there was nothing better to do.

~Time skip~
~Haley's POV~

My alarm clock woke me up at five eleven. I was gonna need coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. I put the pot on, and sat at the kitchen table. 'Did I hear something from the basement? Was she- no! Damn it, Kathy, I swear if you- Yup.' I went to the top of the basement steps, to see she was still awake.

"Oh, 'ello there, love," Kathy said, tiredly, and happily. "I thought you said five thirty? It's only like… uh… five thirteen!"

"Kathy, would you like some coffee?" I asked, pleasantly as I could.

"You know I hate coffee!"

"Well, how do you expect to stay awake?"

"I have hot cocoa mix, and a big portable coffee thing, that my bro got me from Dunkin' D's!" She giggled.

"Right."

"Hold on, let me just say good bye to my friends in Japan!" She typed something, then closed her lap top. "Bye Jack," She turned to her terrarium, where a large snake lay. "Mommy'll by back with some nummy rats!"

"Kathy…" I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Just get your chocolate ready…"

"I'm making bacon first! It's the best thing ever!"

"What about anime?" I raised an eyebrow. I knew that'd shut her up.

"Uh… I'm not entirely sure, my good madam, but I'll inform you when the results are in!"

So Kathy made a pound of bacon, and didn't even give me any. I just sat sipping my coffee. Kathy didn't wash anything, and just sat there. Actually, she fell asleep, but her whole body leaned forward, slamming her face against the table. She quickly stood yawning. She went about filling her huge portable coffee container with hot chocolate, and then made a mug for herself, drinking it down in one huge gulp.

"I'm gonna get dressed, and do my hair," She said getting up. I sighed, and went about getting ready. This was going to be a long trip, with Kathy. She drove me up the walls sometimes. I'm glad that we live in the same state now, so I can slap her when she pisses me off.

I got in the car, and sat down. I waited for a couple minutes before I realized I forgot the list. I saw Kathy open the door, and begin running toward the car.

"Go get the list!" I yelled causing her to pause. "I forgot it on the kitchen counter…" Kathy groaned, and ran back to the house. She ran back out with the list, and her hot cocoa.

"Turns out you're not the only one being a scatter-brain today!" Kathy said with a happy little grin.

~Alyssa's POV~

I rolled over in my sleep, my hand making contact with something soft and fleshy. 'Wait, what?' I slowly opened my dark brown eyes to see a pair of shocked purple ones staring back at me. I screamed, and tried to jump, but the covers got tangled, and I could do was roll of the edge of the bed. Apparently, the same happened to the owner of the purple eyes. I peeked over the edge of my bed, and noticed how… familiar he looked. Slightly long blonde hair, with a curl that refused to go with the rest of his hair. A pair of glasses perched on his nose.

'Holy Roman Empire, this guy's Canada!'

AN: So tell me what you guys think! Constructive criticism is welcomed. I'm going to try to update on a weekly basis, but I'll probably fall behind. More importantly, should I continue?