You know what fanbase that most likely does not exist? I just realized something. I haven't posted a full scale, multi-chapter fic in forever.

That is not cool. What if I lost my writing mojo? What then? That's why I have written this. Heres how it will go down;

The following story will go on for 10-15 chapters. If I don't give up. So, without further ado, I don't own Hetalia. LET THE FANFICTION-ING BEGIN!


I shuffled my way into the bookstore, half mortified and half determined.

Mortified because I was totally sure someone would try to start a conversation with me, and determined because this store was my last hope.

Seriously, dude. Last. Hope. Ever. Er, well, not ever per say. I could just settle for the online scans if they didn't have them here, I guess, but it wouldn't be the same.

I bit the inside of my lip softly and stuffed my hands in my sweatshirt pocket to keep from biting my nails.

Nasty habit, but I can't really help it. Just like the way I can't stop pulling out strands of hair when I'm stressed. Or the way I hyperventilate uncontrollably before the day of a big project.

... I don't need therapy.

But my quirks are beside the point. Today, I, Sophie Campbell am on a mission. I'm going to call it my Righteous Mission of Mission-ey Missionness, since I like the word righteous.

I want to buy a manga. But not just any old manga, no, this manga holds no ninjas/alchemists/rambunctious schoolgirls. It's like a double rainbow, a fluffy cloud shaped like a chinchilla, a candy bar void of peanuts, a puggle puppy playing with a puffy pomeranian and a poofy poodle.

THIS. IS. HETALIA! *que angels*

Oh yes, some foul NON-BELIEVERS can't see the GLORY that (kinda) learning history through personified nations brings. But we must ignore them!

That's right. BREATH Hetalia. LIVE Hetalia. READ Hetalia right after you come home from school even though you really should be doing that stupid science project due Tuesday that counts for half your grade!

And then, and THEN, the FAN-ARMY WILL UNITE! UNITE AND TRIUMPH OVER ALL THAT STANDS IN IT"S WAY! WE SHALL RULE THE WORLD! MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!

Ahem. Sorry. Were was I? Oh yeah, bookstore.

So I began to search for the manga section, carefully avoiding the lone employee restocking the shelves I. Call me paranoid/silly/of questionable sanity, but I don't trust a dude with a pencil mustache.

After becoming distracted by the covers some Tinkerbell books (I always did have a soft spot for fairies) I accidentally knocked down a few copies of Winnie the Pooh. Oopsies. Quickly, I put them away, muttering apologies to… the books I guess?

I scoured the shelves for any mention of Hetalia. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, noth- wait! YAY.

They actually have them! HUZAH!

I fist pumped happily and snatched up the manga.

Within minutes, I had paid for the manga and set out for the long trek home. And by long trek, I mean like three blocks away.

I live alone in the house I grew up in, since I didn't want to move to Canada with my parents. They were cool with it, so I was legally emancipated two years ago. Woo.

So anyways, when I got home I plopped myself onto the couch and began to flip through my new manga, squealing every so often.

As I neared the middle, a little slip of paper fell out. It looked sort of like those perfume samples they have in magazines.

I just stared at it for a bit, before picking it up and taking a quick whiff.

Aw… no smell. Sigh.

I examined it. "Let's see… Uh huh, uh huh… I won a free Hetalia unit? Score. Wait… what are units again?"

…You know what? Forget it. FREE STUFF.

I immediately stuck the card into an envelope and shoved said envelope into the mailbox. Then I got some juice. Yay for juice~!


Ding dong! Ding dong!

The sound of the doorbell made me lose my concentration, and my poor innocent card tower was destroyed.

Now, I was pretty darn annoyed about that. The stupid thing had taken at least two hours to build, and now I would have to start over. Again.

And so, grumbling to myself, I trudged over and answered the front door.

I really don't know what I expected to see there, but what I did see sure wasn't it. It was a delivery guy. Wearing bunny ears. Standing next to a ridiculously large box.

We regarded each other for a minute, neither of us moving.

Then, he broke the silence.

"Your order is here."
"So I see."
"Sign here please."
"Sure."
"Where should I put it?"
"Eh. This room is fine."

I was surprisingly calm about this whole ordeal. After all, its not every day one receives a package in the mail taller than one's self.

The delivery dude left, and all was normal again… well, not counting the box taking up half the living room. I circled the box. It had one of those 'this side up' stamps on it. And wait, what was this?

"Who duct tapes a pamphlet onto the outside of a package anyways?" I pulled said pamphlet free and inspected the cover. It had a tomato on it. "Congratulations... blah blah blah... Antonio Fernandez Carredio?"

I looked at the box. It certainly seemed innocent enough...

Dropping the pamphlet on the coffee table, I went down to the basement and retrieved my handy dandy crowbar. It had been in my family for years, and my father trusted me to use it wisely.

After climbing back up the stairs, I faced the box. It seemed very sturdy, but it was no match for the gangly teenager nursing a very sore arm.

I grabbed the footstool from it's place under the kitchen cabinet and shoved it against the box. Then, I climbed on and peered inside. What I saw was surprising to say the least.

... It was a sleeping boy, only a few years younger than myself. He was wearing a green tunic, which looked kinda like a dress.

The weirdness didn't end there; I was shocked to find I recognized him. He was Spain. Hetalia Spain, give or take a few years. I covered my mouth with my hands and jumped down from the stool.

"Okay, okay, don't panic; a fictional character is just sleeping in a crate in my living room! Nothing strange here!" I tugged at my bangs, hard enough to pull out a few hairs. "Crap crap crap, what am I going to do?"

"Oh, what's wrong Senorita?" I jumped at the sound of a voice behind me.

Slowly, I turned around to meet green eyes. He was up. And smiling like a weirdo. "A-ah..."

"Hm? You aren't very smart, are you?"

I felt a stab in my heart. Spain of all people just called me dumb. And he's in my living room.

"You are just a woman, after all. It's to be expected."

Another stab. My face grew hot.

"So, you live here alone? What's your name?"
"My name is Sophie, and yes. I do live alone."

His smile grew.

"I see. No one likes stupid people, after all."

Stab. Alright, that does it! This has to stop!

"Shut up already! Geez! If you're hungry you can have a tomato, stop taking out your low blood sugar on me!"

The menace looked thoughtful, tapping his chin. "Si, I am hungry, but what is a tomato?"

I stared at him. He stared back, still smiling away happily. What kind of backwards world was I in? Seriously, I must have been dreaming. Fiction is fiction, and Spain is tomato crazy. That is how the world works.

"Um, come on. They're in the panty." He followed me to the food pantry, smile never wavering. Creep.

I pulled out the basket holding my recently bought batch of tomatoes and selected one to feed my annoying new housemate.

"Here."


DUN DUN DUN!

Heh. I bet you weren't expecting a random cliffie, were you? Review, what do you think will happen?