Hello, Attomic-K here! This is my first fanfic, based on LolliDictator's manuals!
Before we start, I want to say this - the first chapter has a lot of gaps that I will fill in as the story goes on, Such as the weird housing situation or the original housemates' reason of living in Hetalian HQ. There is simply too much info, and I don't want to dump it all on you guys on the first chapter.
I DON'T OWN HETALIA NOR THE MANUALS. I only own the eleven original HHQ housemates. Now onto the story!
(~HHQ~)
I sighed in frustration as I clicked away the multiple pop-ups on my screen. "Can't a girl watch anime without these stupid pop-ups?" I asked Maple, Songa, and Shaymin, my dogs. They lazily gave me a 'not a chance' look. "That's what I thought."
I was currently trying to watch Hetalia Axis Powers, my favorite anime ever! I mean, with so many crazy characters, and all the history references (I just love history) who wouldn't love it? I moved the mouse to the next episode. Maybe that's my biased opin—
At that point, someone tackle-glomped me from behind. Surprised, I randomly clicked the mouse pad. "Wendy~!" a familiar voice called, "Zoe made breakfast! Oh, and have you seen my Mp3?"
"Thanks for telling me Clare," I replied "And for your Mp3… I think you left it in the yellow spar—" I was cut off by the instrumental version of Italy's Marukaite Chikyuu from my laptop.
We all looked at the screen. Yes, even the dogs.
Congratulations! Your first Hetalia unit will arrive in two to five business days!
~Flying Mint Bunny Co.
"Hetalia units? What in the world are those?" I'd never heard of 'units' before. Collectables, maybe? I closed the pop up, stopping the upbeat music.
"Awesome!" Clare was pumping her hands in the air, acting exactly like America, her Hetalia character. The dogs seemed to be imitating her, putting their paws in the air.
"You have no idea what they are, do you?" I asked the hyper Japanese-African American girl.
"No, but its Hetalia, so it can't be that bad." She assured me. Maple gave a confident bark, as if agreeing with her.
"True, true… Oh, why did you come here again?" Yeah, I can be distracted easily at times, so what?
"To tell you that breakfast was ready"
"Good, I'm starved." The dogs and I grabbed her sleeves and practically dragged her into the kitchen.
Seven of the other tenants of The Hetalian HQ – as we fondly call our home – were eating peacefully. Zoe was talking to Sara about the newest Portal game. Kas was planning something with Scott while Leslie, Tana, and Alex tried to steal food from each other's plates.
"Morning guys." Clare left me in the kitchen while she went upstairs to find her misplaced Mp3 player.
While I eat, I suppose I should describe myself and my situation. My name is Joanne, though most call me Wendy. I'm 17 years old. I am 5'7, brown-eyed and have very dark brown hair. My hobbies include surfing the web, reading, listening and/or playing music. I'm currently living with my five friends, two siblings, and three cousins and our pets in a mansion all by ourselves.
Most people would believe living with friends is easy; my friends, however, are as crazy as sugar-high ferrets, and as hard to keep under control. I don't really see my older cousins; they are attending a nearby college, so they are mostly out of the house. It's my friends I have to worry about. They all love Anime, especially Hetalia, and each has taken a country name for themselves. I'm the Germany in this group. We take it pretty seriously. You can't believe how many World Wars I've had to stop…
I'm rambling again, aren't I? Anyway, a few impossibly long, crazy days later, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" After making sure the dogs were securely in their playpen (they get exited around company), I looked through the peep hole. All I was able to see was a HUGE box outside. What in the world? I unlocked the door, and saw a delivery man standing on the side of not one, but two human-sized boxes.
"Hello?" I asked, completely confused.
"Are you Joanne Castillo?" he asked in a slight Spanish accent. I nodded. "Sign here, please." He handed me one of those electronic signing things. Still confused, I quickly signed my name in my unique script and handed it back to the man. "Will you need help bringing them in?"
"Yes, please." The man quickly brought the boxes into the foyer with one of those box-wheelie things.
"Here's the manual," he handed me a manila envelope and a letter, "And good luck. The next unit will arrive in two or three days," wait, units? Oh, yeah, that pop up… "But there have been cases that they come earlier than usual. Open them as soon as possible." After that quick explanation, he left to his truck – which had the Flying Mint Bunny logo on the side – and drove off.
I sat on the couch, staring dumbfounded at the boxes. What in the world could be in boxes this big? I decided to find out, starting with the letter.
Dear Ms. Castillo,
You have been randomly selected to test a select amount of some of our beta units, resulting in your future units to be free of charge and shipping!
Please note any odd behavior or problems that you may have with your new units. If you have problems, please contact us immediately so we may fix the problem for the future. Also include how you woke up your unit so we may learn from your experience. It may take a few tries, but don't be discouraged! Open the crate yourself if you run out of ideas!
Thank you
~Flying Mint Bunny Co.
Well, that doesn't help me much…and why does it make me feel like this is a bad idea?
"W-W-What is it, W-Wendy?" I must have very caught up in my own little world, because Tana's voice was suddenly coming ahead of me. Looking up from my spot, I find my little brother looking at the boxes with the curiosity only a nine-year-old could have.
"I'm not sure," I ruffled his curly black hair, "Can you bring Leslie and Alex over here, please? Then we'll open the box." To be honest, I'd rather wait for everyone to be here to open them, but the delivery man said to 'open them as soon as possible.' Clare, Kas, Zoe, Sara, and Scott were out getting more groceries, and Armando and Brian were at their morning college classes. Neither group would be back for a few hours…
Tana nodded eagerly, and then ran up the left staircase shouting: "Leslie, Alex, come downstairs! There's a huge box in the foyer! W-W-Wendy wants us there when she opens it!" In a repeated loop.
While I waited for my siblings and cousin to come downstairs, I decided to look over the manual that came with the box.
FELICIANO VARGAS: User Guide and Manual
CONGRATULATIONS! You have just purchased your very own FELICIANO VARGAS unit! In order to allow you full access to all of your unit's wonderful traits, we have provided this manual. Reading it is highly advised to avoid any undesirable situations involving a –
"That is one BIG box!" My little sister's and cousin's voices startled me, making me jump.
"Guys! Don't scare me like that! " My siblings (and little cousin) had a tendency to startle people, even when they don't mean to. Like now. They had come in so quietly, I hadn't heard either of them.
"Sure, sure." I could almost see her rolling her eyes. Alex just went up to the box with Tana.
"Stop rolling your eyes, Leslie. Now let me finish looking over the manual. I don't want to break whatever they sent us. You three can look thru the smaller boxes, just be careful." The trio nodded excitedly and started to look thru the smaller boxes.
With those two distracted, I continued to read the manual. Well, I don't want to drag it into the kitchen, I don't have any activated units, and I don't want to frighten him; so cooking pasta it is!
"Hey, Guys, it's time for lunch. Do you want pasta?" I asked, looking at them and at the open boxes around them. Why are there clothing in these boxes?
"Can you make spaghetti and meatballs?" Leslie was bouncing up and down at the thought of pasta. Sometimes I wonder if the girl was adopted; she does act more Italian than Mexican…
Tana tugged on my arm. "Yeah, could y-you? And w-what about the big box? I wanna see what's in there!" Now he was jumping like Leslie, only faster.
"Me too! I want to see what's in the boxes!" Alex was trying to look inside the box thru the small cracks in the crates.
I laughed at their enthusiasm. "We need pasta to turn it on, silly," I started walking twards the kitchen, dragging all of them along, "so let's go make some!"
Twenty five minutes later, we were back in the foyer with a large plate of spaghetti. I was just putting said plate on a table when the banging started.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"Ahhhh! It's going to kill us!" Tana and Leslie shouted in panic, both diving behind the couch. Alex ran to the closet, grabbed three of Zoe's BB guns (why she keeps some there, I have no idea), and ran behind the couch. The banging, at this point, had turned into crying.
I just gave them an amused look and looked for a way to open the box. "Guys, this is supposed to happen." I undid the convenient latch on the box.
Before I knew it, someone jumped and hugged me. Tightly. I knew it was coming, but I still felt surprised, never less.
"Ve~ Thank you for saving me from the scary box!" the hugger chirped, "I'm Italy, but you can call me Feliciano!" Ok, now it's getting strange. He acts and talks so realistically...
"Ciao. I'm Wendy," out of the corner of my eye I saw the trio slowly stand from their defensive positions, "and those three behind the couch are my little sister Leslie, my little brother Santana – but we call him Tana – and our cousin Alex." I tilted my head in their direction, since I couldn't move my hands.
"Ve~ Why are they hiding behind the couch? Is England here?" he let me go and started looking around, using me as a shield.
"England isn't here, Feli. They just got scared and over-reacted." I explained calmly to the scared Italian. "Guys, come over here and—"
"PAAASTAAAA!" Feli quickly ran over to the plate of spaghetti.
I just stood there, slightly freaked out, watching him eat. He is definitely not just a robot. He's too human. Are all the units like this? This isn't good. I can barely keep up with my housemates, now I have the whole world coming...?
"W-W-Wendy, who is he?" Tana pulled on my sleeve, looking very confused.
"Our new houseguest, I guess." I said simply.
"I like him," Leslie stated with a grin (of course you would Leslie, you like hyper people, I thought), "but Wendy, you forgot about the other box." She pointed in the second box's direction.
Oh, yeah, we got two today… "Since we don't have a manual for this one, I want you three to take Feliciano to the couch - and stay there - while I open the box, ok?" I didn't know who was in the second box, and I wasn't going to risk my family if it turns out to be one of the more perverted or violent nations.
With Feliciano and the others a safe distance, I unlatched the second crate. Opening the door on the front of the box outwards, I was met with a sight I was sure few had ever seen. Romano was leaning against the inside of the crate, sleeping with a small peaceful smile on his face. So. Damn. Cute. Must resist the urge to glomp.
Well, I still have to wake him up though. But how to do that…maybe Feli can help!
"Feli, can you please come here? How do you wake your brother?"
He was looking into the crate almost immediately. "Ve~ Lovino~!" Feliciano practically sang, rather than said, the words.
That seemed to work, because Lovino jolted out of his box immediately. "Chigi! Veneziano, this better be important, dammit!" He quickly had his brother by the collar of his uniform, shaking poor, crying Feli like a rag doll.
The other three ran to his rescue. "Leave Feli alone, you Meany, or we will shoot you," Leslie said with an aura similar to Russia's and a scary Cheshire cat smile on her face, pointing her loaded BB gun straight at Lovino. "Right guys?" The boys just gave a timid, but determined, nod and followed Leslie's lead.
Lovino just looked at my sister with wide eyes, unsure of what to do. He seemed unable to move though…
¡Dios mío! Please tell me she just did not threaten Romano, the land of the Italian Mafia! Even if armed, my crazy strong thirteen year old sister and two nine year olds won't be able to hold him back long. Dang it, I have to do something before he does…
"Mi dispiace per questo. Leslie doesn't think before she does things," Said person gave me a glare; while everyone else looked at me as if they'd forgotten I was in the room. "Guys, put the BB's down." They all reluctantly put the guns down; Leslie while glaring at the southern Italian.
"Lovino," I continued, "let go of your brother this instant or I will make sure I get Francis next and lock you in room with him. For a week." The last part was said in a calm, low tone that usually scared people into doing whatever I needed them to do.
In a flash, Lovino let go of Feli and hid behind him. Both were now shaking like leaves.
Great. What a way of welcoming someone to your house. "Mi dispiace. I didn't mean to scare either of you. Forgive me, per favore?" I kept my tone as non-frightening and harmless as possible, not wanting them to avoid me while they lived here. The thought alone made me sad.
Feli slowly came up and gave me a hug. "Ve~ I forgive you!"
At that moment, my stomach growled. "Oh, I forgot, it's lunchtime! Come on guys, let's go eat!" Leslie, Tana, and Alex ran to the kitchen. The Italians were still standing in their places. Oh, yeah, they don't know where to go. I grabbed both of them by the hand and started walking."The kitchen's this way. You two must be hungry."
Once we reached our destination, I served three plates (the others already served themselves) and handed a plate to each. "You like spaghetti and meatballs, don't you Lovino?"
"Yes." He replied with a slight blush in his face.
Ok, weird… isn't he supposed to be cussing me out? Maybe it's because I'm a girl? I thought about that while they followed me into our dining room.
"Ve~! This is a big table!" Feli sat down and stared at the large table set for twenty four people.
"There are eleven – now thirteen – people living here, Feli. We need a table this big."
"Eleven people?" Lovino repeated with doubt, "Then where are the other seven?"
"Two of them are at College classes, and the other five are out grocery shopping. Oh, that reminds me," I whipped out my cellphone, "I need to tell them we have more housemates." I sent a quick message out.
Wendy: Guys, we have some new housemates
Clare: Who?
Wendy: Remember a few days ago, when we clicked on that pop up?
Clare: The hetalia one?
Wendy: Yes, that one
Clare: What about it?
Wendy: They arrived today. And we have the whole world coming. Tell the rest of them. Oh, and buy more groceries, and some aspirin, we're going to need them
(~HHQ~)
Poor Wendy! Getting Romano on the first day! Well, she has Italy, so it's not that bad.
Yeah, I wanted to add both Italys, and since Lollidictator hasn't put one up Romano yet, I decided to use the second option on Italy's manual on him.
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Attomic-K over and out.
Translations:
¡Dios mío! – (Spanish) My god!
Mi dispiace per questo – (Italian) I'm sorry about that.
Mi dispiace – (Italian) I'm Sorry
Per favore – (Italian) please