Hi, I have been reading some of these Hetalia unit fanfics and decided it might be fun to start my own. Okay Luddy, Say the disclaimer for this chapter.
Ludwig: Warum muss ich? Und mein Name ist Ludwig oder Deutschland. Nicht Luddy. (Why do I have to? And my name is Ludwig or Germany. Not Luddy.)
Cause I said so. And it sounds cuter. So Nein. Now please say the disclaimer? *pouts*
Ludwig: Fein. Vampchick2010 nicht besitzen Hetalia oder Google Translate. (Fine. Vampchick2010 does not own Hetalia or Google Translate.)
The readers probably want English. Oh well, I love German. Now on with the fun times.
The Axis arrive
Okay, I should probably introduce myself. I am Anika Knight. I did live alone in a in a normal looking mansion home. Oh and I am half Spanish and half British. I am a good cook. I have long light brown hair with red highlights and emerald green eyes. My skin tone is light tan. My personality is harder to describe.
Anyway, I like I mentioned earlier I did live alone until one day while browsing the internet because I was bored and wanted something to do. I came across an odd site. The company's logo was Flying Mint Bunny which of course got my Hetalia fan girl side squealing in joy. The sight has a link that says click here for free Hetalia units, no credit information required. I clicked it out of curiosity believing that it was just some little set of figures or something like that.
A window popped up saying congratulations and thank you for ordering, in three to five days they will arrive. I just shrugged and went back to my search to cure boredom. I arrive home on the third day after spending a good part of the day with some friends at the mall to find a van with a Flying Mint Bunny logo arrive shortly after me.
"Ms. Knight?" a young man asks approaching me.
"Yes, that is me," I answer.
"I have three crates here for you. Could you please sign here," he asks handing me a clipboard with a sheet of paper to sign.
"Sure," I say signing the paper. "Can you bring them to the entry way?"
"Yes, ma'am," he says wheeling the crates to the entryway.
Once he leaves I notice manuals on the side of each crate which are the size of a person. I am beginning to wonder what I got myself into while going to the first one label Japan. The manual lists three ways to awaken the unit.
1. Play j-pop music
2. Make a Japanese dish and set it beside the crate
3. Speak Japanese
Okay, I have some j-pop so that is a possibility. I don't really know how to cook Japanese food so that option is out. I also know a tiny bit of Japanese. Hmm, option three is best I decided.
"Konnichiwa," I say to the crate.
"Konnichiwa," the crate replies back as Japan manages to get out of the crate.
"Wow, you are Japan. This is awesome. I am Anika, pleased to meet ya," I say bowing slightly.
"Nice to meet you too," Japan says.
"Are you hungry?" I ask.
"Hai, Anika-san," Japan responds.
"You can go make something if you want. I am not familiar with making any Japanese dishes," I admit.
"Hai, arigato," Japan says heading to the kitchen.
I now turn the next crate labeled Italy.
"Ita-chan, yay. He is so adorable," I say taking the manual.
The three ways to active him are:
1. Cook pasta and your unit will open the crate yelling PASTA
2. Have your Germany unit lecture loudly and your unit will respond accordingly
3. Sing his song to Germany
All three options could work. I decide to sing his song for Germany.
"Germany! Germany! Germany is a really, really nice place.
Even though I'm your prisoner, you give me food,
And it doesn't suck like English food.
Sausages with cheeses always taste so good.
It'd be heaven for a dog; Yeah, that's Germany.
Tell me, how is it you Germans are so robust? You're crushing me with your intimidation.
My fragility causes me to openly weep out of fear; Your women terrify me.
Is it the norm to drink a barrel of beer and then bust it on somebody's head?
Please don't come to my place in large mobs! German tourists are scary!
Even the girls that are from Germany are more rugged than I am.
Yahoo!" I sing.
"Ve, it is dark in here," Italy whimpers.
"I will open the crate. Hang on," I say looking for a way when I notice a door like front on the crate.
I grab the handle and open it. Italy runs out to hug me. I hug him back smiling. I hear the last crate open as the Germany unit has been activated somehow.
"Italy," Germany says in a stern voice.
"Germany!" Italy says letting go of me to cling to him.
"Hi, Ita-chan and Germany, I am Anika and this is my home," I say welcoming them. "Japan is in the kitchen making something to eat. Would you like to join him?"
"Ve, si. Anika is a pretty name," Italy says as I lead them to the kitchen.
"Your home is very large. Who else lives here?" Germany asks.
"No one else till now. You guys are now live here," I say Italy-like.
"Ve, you live in this big house all alone. That is so sad," Italy says sitting at my kitchen table.
"Not really. Mom and Dad left me the place," Anika says forgetting how that sounds.
"I am sorry for your loss," Japan says.
"Loss? Scheiße! Sorry, nein, ich meinte es nicht so. Sie sind immer noch gesund und munter. Ich meinte, dass sie zu einem kleineren Ort nur für sie im vergangenen Jahr bewegt. Meine jüngere Schwester lebt mit ihnen. (Shit! Sorry, no I didn't mean it like that. They are still alive and kicking. I meant that they moved to a smaller place just for them last year. My younger sister lives with them.) I answer in German.
"Excuse me Anika-san but I do not understand German," Japan says.
"Oh, I said, Shit! Sorry, no I didn't mean it like that. They are still alive and kicking. I meant that they moved to a smaller place just for them last year. My younger sister lives with them," I say translating myself.
"Oh, Gomenasi," Japan says.
"No, it cool. You thought I meant it differently cause how I said it," I say.
"Sie sprechen Deutsch? (You speak German?)" Germany asks.
"Ja, ich habe ein paar deutsche Klassen. (Yes, I took some German classes.)" I answer. [A/N: I wish this were true, though I did take a couple of Korean classes.]
"Ve, you talk like Germany," Italy says.
"Si, Ita-chan," I say as I finish my lunch. "Japan this was really good."
"Arigato Anika-san," Japan says.
"You're welcome. Now let me give you a tour and show you were your rooms are. Then tomorrow we are going clothes shopping for you three. You can't just go around all the time in what you came in. Germany, some of my Dad's old clothes he left here might fit you," I say leading them out of the kitchen.
One tour later~
"Okay can you find your way around now?" I ask them.
"Ja," Germany answers.
"Hai," Japan responds.
"Ve, can I sleep in Germany's room? And si," Italy answers.
"If it is okay with Germany then I don't mind," I say blushing and nose bleeding slightly at the mental images.
"You will end up there every night anyway so you may Italy," Germany says.
"Okay now that is settled. Germany come with me," I say leading Germany to the storage room. "Here is the box of some of my Dad's clothes. He left them behind so you can have them if they fit. If they don't I'll just donate them somewhere. And I will also buy you some new ones tomorrow as well."
"Danke," Germany says blushing at my kindness.
"You're welcome," I say leaving him to head to his room.
Germany comes down later to help make dinner with me and Italy.
"How can you afford this home?" Germany asks.
"Hmm, oh I don't need to. I am loaded," Anika says.
"Loaded?" Germany asks.
"Yeah, my family is really rich. I only have a maid come in once a week to do a complete cleanup of the place and I maintain the rest of it myself. I also help the maid with the weekly cleanup," I say shrugging.
"Your very generous for someone so wealthy," Germany points out.
"Yeah, I am not a snob. For school I went to public school and became friends with a bunch of people who just wanted to know me. They are awesome friends. A lot of my clothes come from inexpensive places to. I keep my style simple and my own," I say serving the finished product.
"Simple, a good way to live," Japan says.
"Yep, now dig in," I say eating.
"You are a good cook," Italy says munching on his dinner happily.
"Thanks. Not bad for someone who is half British," I joke.
"Half British? Ve," Italy asks.
"Yeah, it is funny how many people think I can't cook," I say laughing.
"Ve?" Italy says confused.
"She is nothing like England apparently," Germany tells him.
"No way, if anything I am like Italy, Romano, and you combined. Oh and sometimes Spain or Prussia find their way in personality wise," I say.
"That is a scary combo," Japan says.
"Hmm, is it?" I asks confused.
"Ja," Germany says.
"Oh, I not it all at once. I just tend to share a few personality traits with you guys," I says smiling as I take the dinner dishes to the dishwasher.
That evening I go to my room happy for once. I was getting a tad lonely living all alone. Not that I would admit it to anyone. Germany apparently fit all the clothes in the box so I am glad that someone can use them. I fall asleep earlier so I can go raid the mall with my new housemates.
The morning comes too soon for my tastes. I wake up groggily smelling breakfast waft through the house. I get out of bed and go to the kitchen where I find Germany making a German breakfast.
"Guten Morgen Anika," Germany greets as I sit down still in my fleece sleep pants and dark green tank top.
"Guten Morgen," I mumble yawning. "So what are you making?"
"Brötchen (German Breakfast Rolls), eggs, sausage, and bacon," Germany says filling three plates.
"Good morning Japan," I say more awake.
"Good morning Anika-san," Japan says. "Good morning Germany."
"Good morning Japan," Germany says setting down the plates of food.
"This is so good," I say taking a bite. "Italy still asleep?"
"Ja, and Danke," Germany says starting on his plate.
After breakfast I go to my room to browse Fanfiction for a while. The Axis go watch TV downstairs. I get at least an hour on my computer before Italy races into my room.
"Ja, Italy?" I ask rolling my eyes.
"Ve, Anika can we go shopping now?" Italy asks.
"Sure, the mall should be open by now," I say looking at my clock.
We climb into my car and drive off. Once at the mall I take charge and tell them to stay with me.
"Yes, (ve)," the Axis answer.
"Okay let's go here first," I say dragging them to one store.
A half hour later we have browsed three stores and have several outfits for each of them.
"Okay now that should be all we need for clothes. Hmm, who wants to go out to eat?" I asks.
"Sure," they answer.
We go to a nearby Italian restaurant at Italy's request. Once we are home after our lunch and shopping I take the stuff in with the others. However, a letter is in the entryway. I stop and pick it up to look at once we are in the house.
The Axis are putting away their new clothes while I decide to look at the letter. The Flying Mint Bunny logo is on it.
"Hmm, wonder if it is about my order," I say out loud opening it.
Dear Ms. Knight,
We have sent you this request form to give you the option of trying out one of our experimental Hetalia units. The form is with this letter. We hope the Axis units we sent are to your satisfaction and remind you that any future purchases will be free as well.
Sincerely,
Flying Mint Bunny, INC.
"Such an odd company. Oh well. Now should I fill out this form? Why not? Could be fun," I say grabbing a pen and quickly fill out the form.
I mail it out and go skipping back inside wondering what is in store for me from now.
Okay, readers. What did you think of this? I have a Gerita one-shot in the works. Not sure when it will be done. Anyway, please let me know what you think of this in a review. I know it is overdone but I hope you will overlook that and read this anyway.
Thanks for reading.
Vampchick2010 out.