Yo! I've always liked these manualfics, so I tried making one! Hope you enjoy! Oh, and I don't own anything except Yuki.

\But I'm Under Aged!/

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

You hear that? That's a girl watching Hetalia for the first time in months. And that girl is me. Yup, I'm the girl with hair that reaches mid-back and brown eyes, wearing glasses and casual clothing, there laughing her ass off at random anime. There's one thing that's off about this picture though.

I'm ten years old.

Yes, I'm an otaku at the age of ten. Technically, I started, like, at the age of six to eight, but it has felt like forever. I mostly got this from my brother. Yeah, he was a gamer and otaku. I'm a gamer too, but I major in anime. To prove my point, I was alone in the house watching anime like there's no tomorrow.

Oh, right I forgot that I was alone. You see, for the sake of my brother's education, I volunteered to live alone. Of course though, we told the guys up there that I was living with my brother. I also had plenty of money to spend because of our inheritance money.

Everyone knows what inheritance means, huh? Usually, it's something you get once someone dies. Now, you're thinking, 'Who died?' You see, my parents had died when I was just a baby and we don't have any other relatives. Don't worry, I won't be a sap and rant out stuff like, 'Ooohhh, pain! It hurts!' Yeah, okay, fuck no! And yes, I cuss, massively.

Why am I watching so much anime right now? Because, I'm bored and it's my pastime. There's not much to do in this gigantic mansion.

Seriously, this mansion is huge. It's got three floors, that is, if you don't count the basement and attic. The first floor has a kitchen, dining room, another dining room, my bedroom, about three more bedrooms, and a couple of bathrooms. Second floor has eighteen rooms with a bathroom in each and same with the third floor. Although on the third floor, I have two rooms, my game room and my anime/manga room. This place also has an indoor and outdoor pool and an onsen. It's awesomeness but I still can't believe this was bought only for a ten-year old. My brother had bought it with the inheritance money, worried and hoping that I'll get a guardian, and even more hope, friends.

Okay, shut up. I'm not a loner! And I'm not too lazy to find a guardian! I just have trouble finding both.

First of all, I can't get along with anybody at my school. And anybody means everybody. Seriously! The kids over there are just . . . so . . . so . . . UGH! The girls there are comparable to stereotypical blonds, the stupid kind and the jerky kind! The guys, don't get me started on the guys! They're obnoxious jerks, or complete idiots. They cuss and think that rippin' off a guy's dick can be funny! Yes, even though I'm in elementary they talk about sexual stuff. I swear that school is the very reason why I know that shit! Actually, I'm pretty sure.

Sorry for the rant, anyway. I can never get a good guardian to stay. I try my best to get one, but I can never find the right one. I can never talk to them about anything. Even though I'm good at writing and drawing, I can never show anyone, even my brother. Plus, I can never show what I'm really like in front of those people. In public, I act shy and I don't really talk or smile, but in comparison to when I'm inside my house, I'm pretty much the opposite. Bright, happy, talkative, and, furthermost, random. I usually have to fire them if I want to act like usual.

So, enough with the explanations, let's get back to the story, shall we? Fourth grade had just ended and I completely jumped at the chance to do my otaku shit again. Also, I had recently taken up a hobby of fanfics, and I noticed that Hetalia was super popular. So, I decided to check it out again, since I haven't seen it in ages. Yeah, you saw the results. I was about to click on the button to the next episode, when an ad popped up and I clicked a different button instead.

All I knew was that I clicked something on the ad and it wants me to fill out the info. I couldn't 'x' it out so, I was forced to fill it out. After I did, it said, 'THANK YOU! YOUR PACKAGE WILL COME IN THREE BUISNESS DAYS!'

Package? It better not be something stupid and expensive or just a big lie to find out my address. I just hope it was some stupid ad that does nothing.

\But I'm Under Aged!/

Three days later and I had completely dismissed the thought that something will be coming. Yeah, I was totally off.

'Ding Dong'

The doorbell rang, and I pulled away from my anime, agitated since I was on a good part in One Piece on my fav laptop. I looked out the window and saw four big, yellow words, that'll be etched into my brain:

Flying Mint Bunny Express

A green, fucking, Pikachu with wings. This made UPS kick the bucket? Hey, don't look at me like that. It always seemed like UPS delivered everything. I swear, in my life, it did. Actually, it did.

I opened the door to see a delivery man with a uniform for the company (The green bunny on the pocket and back was a total giveaway.) and a huge, freaking, wooden box with a smaller box on top of it.

. . . OMG WTF BS BARBECUE HAXORS! Yeah, don't ask. (If you know where it's from though, I'm impressed. You can have a cookie.)

"What . . . is . . . that," I asked pointing at the box.

"This is your order, of course," the delivery guy answered.

"What order?"

"Your order of units. You ordered it three days ago. You'll need this," he said, giving me an envelope. "Now, can you please sign here?"

. . . UNITS! As in the one Lollidictator writes?

Again, OMG WTF BS BARBECUE HAXORS!

Not good, not good! Those things are insanity in a box on the porch! Wait a sec! I might know a loophole.

"But I'm under aged," I said, thankful I just got out of it. But, sadly, God hated me that day.

"Actually, you're an exception." Eh? "You see, the company has somehow convinced the government to let you accept these packages, without an adult. You're the very first exception to this rule in the entire United States."

I was shocked. Shocked to hell, but I signed anyway.

"Do you want me to bring it in," the dude said. I nodded silently. Once he wheeled it in he said, "Have a nice day," leaving me alone, observing the box in awe.

Okay, okay. Let's think. I don't want any insanity in my house. If I remember correctly, you can send these back. I grabbed the phone when I remembered something.

*Flashblack*

"Actually, you're an exception. You see, the company has somehow convinced the government to let you accept these packages, without an adult. You're the very first exception to this rule in the entire United States."

*Flashback End*

Fuck.

They're letting me ignore a law and I'm turning it down! They can arrest me! I'm the very first exception ever! It must have taken them a long time to get the exception done! And now I'm turning down their work with just a phone call!

God, why? Basically, now I have to bear these guys. I am forced to accept these. God, what did I do to you?

Might as well see who I got. Inside the envelope was the manual and a letter. I decided to look at the letter first, because I have a feeling the manual is based on Lollidictator's.

In summary, the letter said that one of the people who worked with Hetalia had seen the manual idea and suggested it to the boss. Turns out the boss completely approved the idea and as I can see now, it has become a full-blown product. Also, it turns out they're relying on solely Lollidictator on the manuals and in rare cases they make a country and send them out and an empty manual to fill out.

"Interesting," I said, rubbing my chin. "So let's see who I got." I looked at the manual and it said on the front;

IM YONG SOO: User Guide and Manual

. . . what? He . . . he doesn't grope kids . . . right? If he does I am going to break every, single bone in his body.

Time to wake him up. Let's see, I can do number one easy, but I don't want to be groped at this age. Same with number two, lucky it doesn't have groping. The kimchi, I'm not sure. I don't think I can cook more for him though. Number four, I'm Asian, so I can pronounce it easily, and mispronouncing stuff is my pet peeve. I don't know what to say about number five. I remember it has the same kind of effect on Feliciano, so I don't think I want to know. All I know is that it greatly has something to do with something sexual.

I took the smaller box from the top and opened it. I got the disc and played it on my laptop and blasted up the volume. I waited a bit and heard humming from inside the box. Apparently there was an ever so small strip of plastic that held different pieces of the box. I stripped off the piece of plastic that held the front and it fell down immediately.

A guy with messy black hair that had a curl, (With a smiley face? I've heard of that but I never expected it to be true. Too bad I don't know much. I only know the anime. If I remember right Yong Soo got cut out of it.) wearing a white and blue, what I believe was called, hanbok.

"Annyeonghaseyo! I'm Yong Soo Im! Call me Yong Soo, da ze! Who are you, da ze," Yong Soo asked.

"Annyeonghaseyo," I said in perfect pronunciation. "I'm Yuki Wataru. Nice to meet you."

"Whaaa? You're my owner da ze? But you're so small da ze," he said. I wonder what makes him say 'da ze?'

"I'm ten," I said. "I can't help but be shorter than you at this age, but compared to my age, I'm quite tall."

"You're ten, da ze? My real owner's older, right, da ze," he asked, tilting his head.

"Oi, I'm your real owner. And since there's no one else in this house, I'm the only one that could possibly be your owner," I told him, pointing at myself.

"Eeeeehhhhh? You live here alone, Yuki, da ze?" He said looking around. "Why?"

"I'll explain later. But right now, that box has your stuff in it," I said, pointing at said box. "You have to pick your room. We can go upstairs and you can unpack, okay?"

He nodded. I nodded back and signaled him to follow me. I picked up his box. I was leading him upstairs, when he interrupted me with something that anyone can guess.

"YOUR BREASTS BELONG TO ME, DA ZE!"

"KYAAAAAAAAAAA!" I grabbed his hands and threw him onto the ground . . . and then started stomping right on his back. I never realized how much strength I had when I'm angry until now. I yelled in anger, saying one word with each stomp, "I! THOUGHT! YOU! WOULDN'T! MOLEST! A! CHILD! YOU! DAMN! FUCKING! BREAST! LOVING! BASTARD!"

"I-I'm sorry, da ze! Stop please, da ze," Yong Soo begged. A couple more stomps and I was done. But, if he does it again, he will have to go through the process once again, and it'll be harder.

"Don't. You. EVER. Do that again," I said, threateningly.

"Fine," Yong Soo pouted.

Once again, I lead him through some hallways and we reached the stairs. Once he saw the next floor his mouth dropped in awe at the fancy decorations. He started looking around the rooms and when he opened every door, I peeked inside. Once I saw a few of the rooms, I noticed that they all had a different country theme. I remember when we bought the house; the estate agent said each room can be decorated by our choice. There were different sets but we chose the country set. The name is self-explanatory. If I remember correctly . . .

I opened a random door and saw that the room was decorated with Korean junk.

"Whaa! That's totally mine, da ze," Yong Soo said. I gave him the box and he skipped inside, I guess he was giddy about the room.

I walked downstairs and sat on the couch, rubbing my temples. I know these guys are immature, but that doesn't mean I'll have to take care of them on my own, right? Some of them are mature and sane enough, right?

"YOUR BREASTS BELONG TO ME, DA ZE!"

"KYAAAAAAAAAAA! YOU! DAMN! FUCKING! BASTARD!"

Scratch that.

\But I'm Under Aged!/

That was it! Can't wait to see any reactions!