Disclaimer: I still don't own Hetalia. I own a poster with the characters on it, and a few bracelets, but I sadly don't own the show, or the manga...

I blinked, blearily took in my surroundings. As soon as I had gotten in the night before, I had collapsed on a makeshift bed of blankets, not willing to take the time to actually unpack anything.

Yesterday had been exhausting, and only now did I fully take in my surroundings. The walls were a dull sandy color, with the ceiling beginning at a height that seemed way too high for an apartment. The dark wood floor was littered with boxes that had probably been arriving over the last few days. Light shined in through the windows that lined the wall facing the street. I'll need some curtains for those. There was a door off to the side, probably leading to the bedroom. My bedroom, now at least.

I reached out to my right, fumbling around a bit before clumsily grasping my phone. Pressing the button on the top right, the phone came to life, displaying the time: 2:27 pm. It's only to be expected, what with jet lag and all. I resisted the urge to just curl back up and instead stood. Those posters won't hang themselves, and if any of my figurines got hurt in shipping, I should find out now, not later. I would need time to plot revenge for something like that, after all…

I began to scour the boxes for those that belong in my bedroom, and started to drag (it's not like I'm dragging them because they're too heavy, or anything…) them over to the door that supposedly led to said room. Opening the door, I was greeted by yet another drably colored room, slightly smaller than the last, with even more windows, and access to my apartment's only bathroom. Those window are going to get annoying very quickly. I don't want to look out at all the other humans, or have to deal with sunlight when all I want to do is sleep. I mean, it's not like sleep's going to happen at night, that's when I watch anime. That, and most of my other waking moments.

Arranging my room the first time took hours, and this time is no different. By the time things seem somewhat normal, the walls almost completely hidden by faces of assorted characters and all available surfaces taken up by various other anime merchandise, it's nearly midnight.

I settled down on my bed, laptop in hand, when a thought struck me, filling me with dread. There's no wifi. Some people are coming to set it up in two days. Two whole days without wifi. I collapse onto my Hatsune Miku patterned comforter, not wanting to think about the days to come.

'Well, if I can't watch anything, might as well sleep…'Pulling my Haru body pillow close, I closed my eyes.

…

Why do window exist? The only thing they seem to do for me is cause annoyance. All my plans for sleeping straight through until I got wifi had been dashed, by the light of the morning sun shining straight through said annoyances and onto my face. I don't want to get up, sun! Can't I wallow in self-pity for a while?

It was about then that my stomach decided to betray me, and let out a loud growl. I couldn't stay here until I got wifi back, could I. I had only brought enough food for one day, and not eating sounded worse than not wallowing in self-pity for two days… Even if the self pity was over a lack of wifi.

I decided to spend the day organizing my new apartment, since I had nothing better to do. Unpacking came first, and let me tell you, carting around boxes is not easy for someone who spends their entire life sitting still… The only thing that wasn't boxed was a small couch that I didn't must be one of the things Mom said she bought to 'decorate a house like a normal person'. After finally getting everything out, I now had to deal with actually organizing. Once again, being a shut-in was not helping. By the time the rooms looked semi-decent, I felt like I had run a marathon.

I glanced over at the now plugged in tv and gaming console. Well, at least now I have a little entertainment. Not as good as wifi, of course, but still better than nothing. I settled into the gray beanbag chair I had bought the year before, and began.

…

I woke up with a start, wincing as I rolled out of the chair and onto the wooden floor. I must have fallen asleep while playing. I glanced at the television screen. Still on, my game showing the failure that came about when I dozed off.

I need wifi, and soon. I can't survive another day without it. Plus I need food. I finished the little I had left last night. I would have to do it. I, Kiku Honda, would have to venture out into the city, into the masses of people, to survive.

I gathered up my laptop, phone, and wallet, and stepped out into the bland halls of my apartment building. Would it hurt to put a little color in these places? Reaching the elevator, I prayed no one else would be on it. Being in a street with other people is one thing, but in a closed space? I shuddered.

Thankfully, nobody was sharing the ride with me, and I reached the lobby without a problem. I steeled myself for what I was about to do, and took a step out into the daylight.

Buildings rose around me, people on all sides. I raced down the street, scanning the fronts of shops for something, anything. There! At the end of the street, where it intersected with another road, sat what appeared to be a bakery, maybe a cafe. People sat outside, in a small deck area, and it seemed like some of them have laptops. I walked up to the glass door, and hesitantly pushed down on the handle. I exhaled, the sound of bells alerting all those around to my presence, and took a step forward.