I still don't own hetalia, lollidictator's manuals, and, other stuff.
After a real breakfast and me spouting compliments, we finally sat down to watch TV. "What do you wanna watch?" Canada shrugged and Kumajiro sat on his lap. "Who?" "I'm Canada!" I turned on the television and found that I hadn't turned off the DVD player yesterday. And that was when I had been watching none other than hetalia.
There was one of those sweatdrop moments. I had paused it right when Russia had started going 'kolkolkol' I saw him freeze. I don't get why they are all creeped out by him. I think he is cool.
"Whaaat?"
"Umm..."
I laughed. "Oh! Russia? It isn't that creepy."
He started stuttering. "S-s-says you..."
I giggled and rolled my eyes. "Would you rather something else?" He quickly nodded, so I ejected the DVD. Going down the rack of shows, I pulled out Doctor Who. "This okay?" He shrugged. "Sure." I eagerly popped the disc in and sat on the couch. Hehe, time for some awesome time-space travel.
I chose the first episode for the eleventh doctor. We both giggled at the doctor's fails and rejecting of normal food. He was slightly creeped out by the crack.
We entertained ourselves with the wii and then I went back to my room to read. At about noon, the phone rang. Before I could pick it up, it stopped.
-Matthew's POV-
The phone rang, and even though it was probably for Lostariel, I picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hmm? Who is this? Where's Lostariel?"
"Err...This is Matthew Williams. She's upstairs."
"Really? Yeeee!"
"Umm..."
"Heehee. Sorry. Can I speak to Lostariel now?"
"Sure."
I walked up the stairs hearing loud noises coming from the phone. I held it up to my ear. "Are you okay?"
"Weehee! Yep!"
I awkwardly lowered the phone, and then looked around. Where is her bedroom?* I knocked on a closed door. I heard a muffled "Yeah?" I opened the door and handed the phone to her. "Hello?" I stood in the doorway. She motioned for me to leave, so I did. As I walked back downstairs, I wondered, Who in the world was that?
-Lostariel's POV-
I heard Matthew knock on the door. "Yeah?" He opened it and handed the phone to me. "Hello?"
"Yeee! Hi Honey!"
My eyes widened a bit, and I motioned for Matthew to leave. Once he did, I answered my mom. "Hi mom."
"I was gonna ask who you got first, but..." then she started making high-pitched noises similar to the ones I made when I got Matthew.
"..."
"Sorry~! Anyway, how are things going?"
"Fine, other than when I woke him up, I got knocked out by a piece of flying wood."
"Oh, dear! What happened?" I could hear a tone of amusement in her voice, and then a quiet snicker. I couldn't blame her. That was an odd way to get knocked out.
"Well, he burst out of the box, I turned around to take cover, and then some wood nailed me in the back of my head."
I heard her snicker again. "Sorry. I hope you're okay. Well, I think the next one will be there in three days."
I scratched Winter. "Okay. Bye, mom. Love you."
"Bye~! Heehee!"
I hung up and decided to see what Matthew was doing. When I got downstairs and practically flopped down on the couch, the first thing he said was, "Who was that?" I snorted. "My mom." His eyes widened. "You have an odd mother, eh?" I nodded. "Ooh, yeah."
Three days went by like lightning, considering Matthew wasn't the kind of person to get into trouble or anything. However, Kumajiro did go missing with Winter for half of the day after he arrived. They were catching mice in the basement. Anyway, it was early in the morning, at least five, when I heard the knock-knock-knock-knock on the door.
I lazily got up and Dragged myself to the door. "Hello?" I said. I saw Harold tip his hat before giving me the electronic signer, and wheeling the crate in. "Bye." I shut the door and glanced at the first page of the manual. "Oh...I got Iggy..." I giggled at the jobs and then decided that number five would be the best option for waking him up.
I opened the lid just a crack before whispering, "E-England?" I heard a thunk as he tried to stand up. "Ow." Startled, I nearly dropped the lid, but didn't and, with difficulty, lifted the lid off of the box. He stood up rubbing his head. "Oh, Good morning. Who might you be?" I smiled. "I'm Lostariel. That or Lost is fine. And you?"
"I'm Arthur Kirkland. Pleasure to meet you." We shook hands and then he climbed out of the box. "I can show you to your room, now." "Please do." We picked up his stuff, and I spotted his guitar. I tried not to giggle. "I like your guitar." He blushed. "Thank you." We put his stuff in a bedroom and then I went over to Matthew's door.
"Matthew? Me and Arthur are going down to breakfast. Please come down soon." I heard a tired "Mmhmm..." and covers ruffling. We started down the stairs. "Who was that?" I tried not to scowl. "Canada. The giant landmass above America. The second largest country in the world." "Oh." Just then we heard a loud crack.
"MUAHAHAHAHAAAA!" "Oh, crap." I ran downstairs. "What the heck happened?" Arthur asked. I flipped through Matthew's manual. "I accidentally knocked him into MANADA mode. I think giving him an axe and sending him outside should do the trick." Arthur made a concerned noise, but that was cut off by Matt flying down the stairs.
I ran to the supply closet that was conveniently close. I tossed him an axe, which he easily caught, and then practically flew to open the door. He charged out, ignoring the both of us. I practically slammed the door, and then sighed. "Thank god we live in Montana. Otherwise, we'd have a loud canadian running around the neighborhood."
"...Wait, we're in America?" I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Yes. But I'm not American. I'm half canadian and half british. I like cooking. Now, what to do for breakfast..." "I could cook?" I hesitated. "Don't I have to reprogram you first?" "Quite right." I easily reprogrammed him, disabling, well, the last one.
Once I reprogrammed him, I let him cook breakfast. I actually had to help him with a few things, so it wouldn't turn out looking like something inedible. See, despite my mom's personality, she is an AWESOME cook. One summer, we were bored, so she taught me how to cook.
When we took out the scones, they looked delicious. I had put chocolate chips in a few, 'cause, hey. Chocolate makes so many things better. We started eating them. "Whoa! I never knew scones could taste so good!" I laughed. "Of course they taste this good, you just don't knead long enough, and you leave them in for to long!" "Really?" "Yup!" Just then, Matt came in looking exhausted, and he set the axe on a table. "What's for breakfast?"
Oh yay! The second chapter! Sorry I'm not continuing my other stories. My laptop died, so I'm having to use my dad's computer. Writing is fuuuun!
*God, this sounds wrong.
Oh, yeah. I'm not typing many rude things 'cause I'm that kind of person. But it's still rated 'T' because you never know...
Hope you like this chapter. I hope I got there personalities right. It was kind of hard to do Manada. XD
Thanks or reading and please review! :)
