A/N: And we are back! The "HetaOni" stuff will only get applied in way later chapters so any mentioning now is either foreshadow or accident. And I will try to figure out why those lines I put in disappeared, so sorry about that in Chapter 1!

No copyright infringement is intended, this is under the Fair Use clause.

Now the New Person is... Romano!

"Next time, let me accidentally wake up the Unit." Brooke said, taking a bite of pizza.

"Technically, it's both of your faults. You Brooke for changing my ring tone to Rammstein's "Amerika" and you Canada for not knowing the phone number." Dakota replied.

"Don't blame Canada!" Brooke argued.

"Why are you blaming me? I honestly forgot the number!" Matthew asked.

"It's all your fucking faults." Romano said, scowling at the pizza.

(Earlier that day, somewhere closer to 8:30 AM)

Ding~dong

Dakota ran up from the Garage door to the front door where someone was ringing the bell. She opened the door to see a delivery man standing there with another large crate.

"Package for Dakota Roth." He stated.

"That's me." Dakota replied. "Want me to sign off something?"

"Yes, here please." The man said, handing her the clipboard and pen. She quickly signed off and let him wheel in the large crate. Dakota's phone started ringing right then, playing what could be recognized as Rammstein's "Amerika". She ignored it and handed the clipboard back to the man and looked at the manual.

Just then the song went to the German verse/bridge section. The side of the box was violently head butted open. The delivery man quickly shut the door and hurried away.

Climbing out of the box was a tanned boy, who looked like he was from the Mediterranean. Dakota answered her phone as the brunet stared at her.

"It better be good." Dakota said, watching the boy.

"I forgot the number to my job and we are stuck in really bad traffic, eh..." Matthew said quietly.

"Talk louder Matthew and right now is really bad timing as we got another Unit." she said.

"Eh? Who?" Matthew asked.

"Romano. Tell Brooke that my phone apparently woke him up." Dakota said. An outraged cry was heard faintly in the background. "And tell her to mind the Road Rage."

"Right." Matthew replied.

"I'll text you the number in a sec. See you after work." She hung up the phone and looked for the piece of paper. Dakota quickly typed it in and sent it to Brooke's phone.

"Who are you?" Romano demanded.

"I'm Dakota." She replied.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"Pennsylvania." Dakota replied, messing with her phone's settings. "My sister Brooke changed my phone ring tone, sorry if that pissed you off."

"It's fine." Romano said grumpily. Dakota sighed and opened the manual.

"I really need to read these things before I accidentally wake you guys up." She said. "Thankfully so far we haven't gotten any of the crazy ones yet."

"Who would be a crazy one?" Romano hmph-ed.

"All but the ones we've gotten so far it seems." Dakota replied. Romano had a faint smile for a second before it faded back into his normal 'like I care' facial expression.

"Romano, the pizza isn't going to go away if you keep glaring at it." Brooke said. Romano picked up the pizza slice with obvious distaste and took a bite with a disgusted look on his face. Brooke sighed. "And we even got the version with more tomatoes, I hate tomatoes!"

Brooke's plate had a pile of scraped off tomatoes on the side. Dakota groaned.

"You eat spaghetti with red sauce, you eat pizza sauce, and you even eat TOMATO soup! Yet you hate raw tomatoes!" Dakota exclaimed.

"I like cooked tomatoes, but not the ones that go on pizza. It's a texture thing, like kale." Brooke replied. Dakota hissed.

"Kale is never good. It is EVIL!" Dakota said. Romano hmph-ed and ate another bite while the others were distracted. Canada grabbed another slice, he was already on his third slice-not that anyone had noticed. He was just too polite.

"Romano, you're going to have to get a job." Canada said. Romano whirled to glare at the quiet nation.

"What the fucking hell?" Romano exclaimed. Canada didn't back down.

"If you are insulted by American food, there is an Italian place near where both Brooke and I work. If you want something else, get a job there." Canada insisted using a no-nonsense tone. Romano blinked.

"Uh, all right Amer-I mean Canada." Romano said. Brooke and Dakota stared at Canada.

"I don't want to get in an argument with Canada, he'd win." Brooke said.

"I agree." Dakota said. "He'll make you see his side, even if you are against it entirely."

~Time Skip 4 days~

"Get up!" Dakota yelled at Romano. He threw his pillow at her.

"No way in fucking hell am I getting up now..." he groaned out before trying to go back to sleep.

Dakota threw the pillow back at him. "Get up lazy!"

"No." Romano said, hugging the pillow and turning away from the door.

"Well, we could always leave him-more bagels for us, after all!" Brooke giggled, flipping some of her short hair back.

"What is with you and bagels?" Dakota said, leaving Romano's door open.

"They're better and healthier than donuts! 'Sides, I don't want pancakes again for breakfast." Brooke retorted, now tying on a shoe.

"Canada, you try to wake him up. I give!" Dakota said, going into her room and closing the door to get changed out of her pajamas.

"Mr. Kumajirou, wake him up." Canada said, dropping the polar bear on Romano.

"GYAH? WHAT THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU DOING?" the now-wide-awake nation practically screamed.

"It's Sunday. Church." the polar bear said. "I want a bagel."

"You woke me up for a... bagel? What the fuck is wrong with America?" Romano said

"Come on; if you won't get up cuz of a polar bear sitting on you, I'll drag you out," Brooke called into the room. "And I don't care if you're wearing clothes or not."

"And do you really want an eighteen year-old girl doing that?" Canada asked, grabbing Kumajirou. "Getting up would be a good idea right about now."

"Fine then!" Romano yelled.

Canada walked out and shut the door, trying to keep some modesty in the house.

A few minutes later, the two slowpokes in getting ready came downstairs. Romano and Canada were both wearing a nice collared shirt and slacks, Dakota was wearing a skirt with a nice blouse. Except, she kept her normal boots and brown jacket on. Brooke was wearing a simple gray layered shirt with a pair of black dress pants and some nice black dress shoes she found in her closet.

"Dakota! You are really going to wear that jacket and boots to Church?" Brooke chastised.

"Yeah. So?" Dakota asked. Brooke groaned.

"Three years older, but you have no sense of style!" Brooke said.

"You normally wear dark colors though." Dakota said.

"I look good though. You look like a rebellious teenager forced into a nice outfit and are trying to ruin it!" Brooke said. "Dress flat shoes, NOW!"

Dakota walked back up stairs and grabbed the flats. She sat down and switched out her shoes.

"Happy?" Dakota asked. Brooke handed her a different jacket.

"Sorta; put this on." she stated simply.

"Fine." Dakota said grumpily.

"Knew you would like it." Brooke said to Lovino. He hmph-ed again. Matthew poked at the remnants of his lunch.

"Matthew, you can order a dessert if you like." Dakota said, noticing his poking at the food.

"Right." He said. He looked at the menu, saying even more quietly than usual the dessert names. "R-right, could I please get a crème brûlée?"

"Right away~." The waitress said.

"Ninja hearing." Brooke said. "That or Superman."

"Only you would have Ninjas and Superman in the same category." Dakota sighed.

"Here you go~!" The waitress returned with the dish.

"She sounds French." Lovino said darkly.

"I'm...uh... Canadian-American. My Papa speaks French." She said and walked away. Lovino hit his head on the table muttering something in Italian that couldn't be anything positive.

"What's up, Lovino?" Brooke asked, sipping lemonade.

"What is wrong with the world?" Lovino asked.

"Everything and nothing," Brooke stated. "What's up with you?"

"Is there a suicidal mode on Lovino?" Dakota whispered to Matthew, who glanced at Romano's manual after taking it from Brooke's bag.

"... I don't think so...he's just acting normally." Matthew whispered. Romano flicked a piece of food at Matthew.

"I heard that Bast-!" Romano started before Brooke clapped her hand over his mouth.

"No bad language, there are children present!" She said and removed her hand before he got clever enough to lick it.

"Fine." Lovino said, hiding a slight wince. Brooke had also kicked him under the table. No wonder he hadn't been talking much.

Back inside, the waitress tried to regain her composure. So far there haven't been any Units here, but then suddenly two show up out of nowhere.

"Calm down Mon, it isn't the end of the world. THAT one isn't with them." She said to herself. "My cover story is good enough."

"Eh, who am I kidding. I said I was from one of the countries that were there! I'm in trouble." 'Mon' panicked.

"Be serious now, I have to have a clear head about this." She continued to discuss with herself. "They probably didn't recognize me, so I'm still good. If I act weird then they will notice."

"Yeah, if I don't act weird they won't guess I'm Monaco. They'll just think I'm just the Canadian-American waitress named Adrienne."

A/N: Well then, apparently Dakota and Brooke aren't the only ones in the area with Units. Monaco apparently thought she was the only one for a while there. I guess people can figure out who she is referring to as "THAT one". Reviews telling us there was a weird mistake are appreciated.

Look up Rammstein's "Amerika" if you are curious, though I recommend lyric videos~

Yay lines! They somehow don't transfer well from Google Docs to Word to the Doc Uploader on here.

Spoiler? There is another country that Brooke and Dakota will get which was NOT on the list in chapter one. They will be revealed in a later chapter (could be the next chapter~ no guarantees there though!)

Dates of Countries~

S. Italy: (if Sicily) ~750 BC OR (if Naples)anywhere from the 9th century BC to the 7th. Either way, both of those were Greek colonies during the Hellenistic age of Greece.

Canada: 1982 (the oldest Canadian after getting Independence would be 29 years old)