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-Previously in How to Live with Hetalia-
"I'm hungry!" Italy announced, jumping up. Well, it was clearly something that never happens.
"Don't worry! I'll cook something yummy for my fellows!" England waved his hand as he observed Russia carrying the girl to where they assumed it was her bedroom.
"Stupid England will kill everyone with his charcoal." China stated, crossing his arms.
France seemed very angry about England's offer. He wouldn't let the charcoal bastard do the cooking, "Let people who know 'ow to cook do the job!"
"So you guys are talking about me, then?" America interrupted the argument, filled with hero happiness. He was going to save everyone.
Or so he thought.
-Reality in Rosalina's POV-
Some very strange noises and smells woke me up. I opened my eyes to find out I was on my bed and everything looked normal to me. My wardrobe was there, my desk with my laptop and I was comfily lain down on my bed.
"Well, I guess it was only a nightmare." I looked around in the bedroom and I was alone, which was a relief. "Or maybe just a bad LSD Hetalia trip."
"I don't know about you, but you seem pretty real to me, bella!" Out of the blue, the Italy guy jumped up from the floor and seated beside me in my bed. His blue military outfit clashed horribly with his auburn hair.
"GET OUT OF HERE!" I exclaimed in fright, getting as far as I could from the creep. "I will not hesitate in killing you!"
"It was England's fault! I swear! Please don't hurt me, I surrender!" Italy squealed and hid his face under my blanket.
I stopped for a minute. I was okay, in my bed, without any sign of rape and/or violence, and there was a crying baby just like Italy beside me. I don't really know what happened, I just remember weird people coming out of the closet (literally), slamming a frying pan into some guy's face and passing out.
"I'll not kill you." I sighted, "Now you can stop acting like that."
"Stop acting like a-what?" Italy asked. Haha, like if he didn't know. I may not be that smart, but I know a prank when I see one.
"You don't need to keep acting like the anime character, I know it's a prank." I smiled at Italy, who was with a beyond confused expression.
"What prank? Anime character?"
"You, duh. You're an anime character." I sighted in anger. Well, there was no reason to keep acting like this. I already passed out because of this and I most probably will kill someone in a not far future.
"No! I'm Italy!"
"Yeah, sure." I rolled my eyes. Maybe I should go with the flow. "Say, what's that awful smell?"
"It's England's cooking! Veeeee~ Are you hungry? I can get you some scones!" He offered, jumping off the bed and started to spin like a retard. I guess this one could be in fact Italy. "They're a-difficult to swallow, but it's the only thing he can 'make'!"
"Well, okay." That moment I remembered I was in my house and the intruders were cooking while I was unconscious. What could I think about it? I should be on my way to tell Caitlyn and Danielle. I got up from my bed and went to my wardrobe. I opened it only to find it plush-less. I should get some satisfaction from those intruders, but for that, I must change clothes. I turned back to Italy, "Do you mind?"
"Do you mind what?-" He raised an eyebrow, only to get what I was trying to say some seconds after. "Ohh, sorry, bella!" With that, he quickly let me alone in the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Well, Rosalina, you're in some pretty big trouble.
Thank you very much that yesterday I was too lazy to take off my bra and went to sleep with it, otherwise it would be a rather traumatizing experience to know guys had seen me without my bra. See? Laziness saves lives. I grabbed a pair of black baggy sweatpants and a simple pink shirt written 'Awesome' in golden letters across it and changed clothes.
Okay, now it's time to confront them. Wait! I know I should call the cops or maybe the president, but they didn't do anything that bad, right? Only if you don't count almost scaring me to death and invading my house. Maybe this is one of those occasions where Caitlyn's wisdom and Danielle's thick skin-ness would probably be helpful.
I decided to send both of them a SOS and make them come over to help me solve this nation-problem. I grabbed my phone, which was on top of my desk and unlocked it with my super obvious password: Pasta.
I went to the messaging group composed of me, Cat and Dan where we talk about random stuff and plan out our courses of actions in awkward situations. None of them as awkward as the one I'm in now, obviously, after all, it's not every day when eight random (do not forget to mention good looking) strangers invade your home.
It's almost 11 AM, so I suppose my friends should be awake by now. We have some pinpin' usernames for us, mine is 'GuardianOfTheMarioGalaxy' cuz my name is Rosalina, get it? I know I need a life, but how can one not love Super Mario Bros? Danielle's is 'TheAwesomeMotherOfDragons' because she is totally hooked in Game of Thrones and she intitules herself 'Daenerys Targaryen'. We know she's obsessed, we know she's nuts, but we just go with the flow. Caitlyn's one is 'GingersHaveSouls', because she has ginger hair, although I don't agree with the part of her having a soul.
GuardianOfTheMarioGalaxy: Guys, I hav a problem.
TheAwesomeMotherOfDragons: Wat troubles u in dis amazing summer day?
GuardianOfTheMarioGalaxy: Can't tell u right now.
GingersHaveSouls: Lemme guess, u exploded the microwave again?
GuardianOfTheMarioGalaxy: Don't b stupid, Cat. It's worse than dat.
TheAwesomeMotherOfDragons: Then tell us already!
GuardianOfTheMarioGalaxy: U need to c it with ur own eyes.
GingersHaveSouls: Lina…
GuardianOfTheMarioGalaxy: Cat…
TheAwesomeMotherOfDragons: Food…
GingersHaveSouls: What?
GuardianOfTheMarioGalaxy: Wat?
TheAwesomeMotherOfDragons: Cut the small talk, Lina
GuardianOfTheMarioGalaxy: U guys could pay me a visit, how about dat? I'm feeling lonely.
TheAwesomeMotherOfDragons: How about no?
GuardianOfTheMarioGalaxy: Come on, Dany, I need ur help!
GingersHaveSouls: Tell us wat's the matter!
GuardianOfTheMarioGalaxy: K, I'm having trouble with some guests.
TheAwesomeMotherOfDragons: Y didn't u tell us u were having a sleepover?
GuardianOfTheMarioGalaxy: But I'm not…
TheAwesomeMotherOfDragons: Don't worry bae, the awesome Daenerys will be there in a minute.
GuardianOfTheMarioGalaxy: Cat? R u coming?
GingersHaveSouls: I'll just finish dis episode of Axis Powers…
"Oh Cat, you don't know what to expect." I sighted as I locked my phone, ending the dialogue. Now it was definitely time to confront my 'guests'. Okay, Rosalina, be brave. Today is a very beautiful summer day and there are eight unexpected guests in your house while your father is in another country. You're already a big girl and big girls deal with their problems.
I slowly walked towards the door and turned the doorknob as slowly as I could. Once the door opened, I tilted my head in the direction of the kitchen and concluded that the awful smell was indeed coming from there.
After some seconds gathering my inner courage, I finally started to head towards the bigger part of the apartment, which was composed by the kitchen, the living room (connected with the dining room) and the little terrace from which you could see the beach.
With little steps, I got closer and closer to a figure doing something at the stove. It was a blond boy who was wearing MY pink cooking apron underneath his green military clothes. That filled me up with rage.
"Hey you, don't you know how to behave in someone else's house?" I spat out, as I finally arrived at the living room. To my surprise, Italy and America were seating at one of the sofas and were watching Adventure Time!
Germany, Japan and China were at the table with concerned looks on their faces, and the creepiest part of it was that when they noticed my presence, the three of them started to stare creepily at me.
France was annoying England, who was cooking. He looked at me with a wicked smile on his handsome face.
And there was no sign of Russia anywhere.
"Rosalina! I'm glad you're up!" America said casually, as he got up of his seat beside Italy. What? Does he know my name? That way it seems I've known him forever.
"Hi." I greeted, equally casual. You could see the confusion on my eyes. Italy was completely absorbed in the TV show, while the others just stared at me, "How do you know my name?"
America shrugged, "It was written in the ID card I found inside this wallet!" He raised the familiar brown leather wallet. My wallet.
"Give it back!" I quickly ran over the blond boy with glasses and violently took my wallet from his hands. "I'm sorry, but this is my house! What are you even doing here? And messing my stuff up? What's wrong with you?"
"I'm America, it's nice to meet you too!" He smiled flirtly, and handed out his hand for me to shake. He didn't even wait for me to make a move, he simply grabbed my right hand and shook it violently.
"America, you should be politer to our host." Japan looked up from the table in disapproval. Well, he's someone who might not be completely nuts.
I pointed at him with both my arms to cause more dramatic effects. "See? He's nicer!"
"I'm sorry for invading your home," Japan stood up from his seat and bowed in my direction, "I'm Japan, a pleasure to meet you."
"I'm Rosalina," I replied, without any of the ceremony Japan did. He's the nicest in here, along with Italy, "Say, what the hell is this smell, eh?"
"Those are my scones! Be nicer while talking about them, huh!" England scolded, from the kitchen, without even taking his eyes from the oven.
"'Those are my scones'!" France mimicked, crossing his arms over his super awesome war cloak, to annoy England, "They are a piece of garbage, if you were to ask moi!"
"Hey, didn't I just hit you with a frying pan? How on this damn earth is your nose completely normal since it was bleeding before I passed out?" I asked. I think I should be calling the police by now…
"Oh? My nose? It is good right now, do you want to see it close, ma-chérie?" France started to head towards me with the 'I'll force you to marry me' face.
Before he could take another step, I interrupted, "No thanks, I'll pass." Now something fit right inside my brain. I thought I was dealing with some creepy guys, now they're beyond the creepy levels. France's nose was clearly broken when I hit him with the frying pan, and now it was just as if nothing had ever happened. I think I'm dealing with some crazy witchcraft here.
Well, in the anime, when someone is hurt, it lasts just until the frame changes. And this was something like a frame change. Either way, that's not normal, "Well, excuse me princess, or should I say excuse-moi, but this is my apartment." I stomped my feet angrily as I pointed to England with the deadliest glare I could master.
But it wasn't France who replied, "You don't look old enough to have an apartment, aru."
"So what?" I turned into China's direction. I guess my death glare was pretty good, because he flinched a bit. That is the only good thing about looking like the crazy Belarus. "This is my house! And I don't even know you!"
"I'm China. Now you know me."
"Well, that's some useful information." I replied sarcastically. Fortunately, China didn't catch up on my sarcasm.
I eyed the blue-eyed German with one of my eyebrow slightly raised, in hope for a decent introduction. It took him some seconds to catch up, "Germany."
France came towards me, grabbed my left hand and kissed it, "I'm the beautiful France," He then turned to England (who was now taking the 'scones' out of the oven), "And this is the bland England."
"Bland England? Are you running short for nicknames, frog?" The green eyed blonde rolled his eyes as he deposited the tray with the 'scones' (which in this case looked like lumps of coal) on top of the kitchen's balcony.
The smell of that thing started to irradiate from the tray, affecting first the ones closer to it, Germany, China and Japan (in that order). Then it affected France, America and I (Italy was still completely absorbed in the TV), "It smells awful," I observed, closing my nose with my right hand. "It'll make my oven stink for the rest of the eternity!"
France made a creepy face in disgust. America put one of his hands over his nose as well, "You are right, dudette! I won't let this awful cook ruin your house! I'll save both you and your oven, because I'm the hero!"
America started to walk towards the kitchen, but my severe tone of voice made him stop, "Not now." Wow, I'm good at this. I decided it was a good moment to open the huge glass window across the living room that separated the terrace from the rest, but something I hadn't noticed before caught my eye:
I had found Russia. The big guy wearing his beige jacket with the white scarf. How on Earth didn't I see him staring dreamily at the distance? From our terrace, we could see the stunning beach, I guess he was absorbed by the view and didn't even pay attention anything that was happening inside here.
I eyed the others suspiciously before asking, "What's with him?"
"He's just a cold commie." America answered, gesturing the window with his eyes, "Get it? He's Russia and he's cold? Cold has two meanings!"
"That was mean, you know?" I scolded, getting closer to the huge glass wall, by crossing the living room, immersed in creepy stares of everyone else.
"I don't recommend you to talk to him while he's vith zhat pipe." Germany suggested. I know Russia from the anime, people usually said he was psychopath, but I always thought he just needed a friend.
"Actually, I don't recommend you talking to him at all." England added, with his mouth full of scones.
France smiled flirtly, while looking at me, "We don't need our 'ostess dead, right?"
I ignored them and I opened the door to the little terrace to find the tall blond Russian staring at the beach dreamily, while leaning on his magic metal pipe of pain. "This place you are living is very warm and nice."
I thought a bit of how to reply that observation, "Uh, thanks?"
The Russian shrugged. Then, for the first time, he actually looked at me with his violet-ish eyes. "I suppose you want an explanation to all of this."
"I don't want an explanation, I deserve an explanation." I smiled both sarcastically and sweetly at him. That's really a thing, when you smile sweetly at someone but it's sarcastic and the person doesn't even realize and then you're like OMG I'm an awesome bitch!
What was that?
But then, England, from the kitchen, interrupted everything, "Ms. Rosalina, where can I find some plates?"
I turned around and replied, "They're in the top left shelve." What? He's going to kill me with fucking plates? Well, I don't think so…He was cooking while I was unconscious, he might just kill me with his scones. I rushed back to the living room and stood between Italy and the TV, finally breaking his state of addiction to Adventure Time, "Seriously now, will someone explain this mess?"
America spoke up, "I swear I would tell you if I knew."
I just eyed everyone suspiciously, and with the corner of my eye, I spotted England setting the dining table with plates, one in each spot. Well, I was at my apartment, and there were eight anime characters with me. They didn't look harmful…I now my idea is crazy, but what if I suddenly let them be my guests here? And live with me until they can go home? Wouldn't it be every fangirl's dream? Rosalina, what are you saying?
That's an awesome idea!
You're really a genius, Rosa! How many bitches at school will be jealous of you for having eight, fucking eight, hot guys under your roof? I can't wait to see Cat and Dan's poker faces at my luck.
In one minute, England had finished setting the table and placed some scones in all of the nine plates. I struggled not to laugh at China, Japan and Germany's disgusted faces at the plates in front of them, "Why don't you seat here and have a scone with us, Ms. Rosalina?"
"Yaaay~ Food!" Italy squealed and quickly seated beside Germany, eyeing his scones delightfully. I raised an eyebrow lightly at the scene, but decided to seat at the table as well. It was my house, so I seated at the head of the table and watched everyone gather around and seat down. France seated by my left side and Russia (who had finally left the terrace), seated by my right.
Really, the scene was comic. Imagine me, seating between the freaking huge and intimidating Russia (plus magic metal pipe of pain) and the pervert (or perfect, depending in which side you look) France (both of them giving me weird looks), with a plate full of England's scones on my front, and the other nations gathered in my dining table.
Old man Japan was eyeing his scones suspiciously. Actual old man China wasn't even interested. Ready-to-another-day-in-the-office-Germany didn't even take his eyes off the black ball called 'scone'. Bland England was devouring everything (now I know it's not pot brownie or anything poisonous). America-chan was poking the food with his index finger.
"Are you sure it's edible?" I raised an eyebrow at the suspicious looking black ball, and then looked up at England, "…It looks kinda ew."
England shot me a death glare, "Hey, don't say 'ew' before you try!"
Well, it couldn't be that harmful to take a bite, right? I gathered my inner strength and shoved the black charcoal deep into my throat, while immersed by the intimidating violet gaze of Russia.
And guess what?
It tasted horrible!
"Isn't it delicious?" England smiled as he watched me chew the black thing.
"Oh my God, that was awful!" I exclaimed, when I finally was able to swallow that scone. "Now my tongue will taste like that for a long time!"
France chuckled and leaned a bit closer to me, "I can clean your tongue for you, if you want."
"No thanks," I said as I pushed his face aside with my hand in disgust, "Okay, now I want my explanations,"
"It all started as a simple G8 Conference…" America started, as he crossed his arms, "And Iggy thought it would be a good idea to do a little magic trick," I just wanted to laugh at that story, seriously! What are the odds? "Then we landed here in the presence of this cute dudette! Say, we were pretty lucky." America finished. Haha, is that actual flirting? Well, not gonna happen. "And you're even luckier! Because you've got yourself a hero!"
"Yah, seems legit, go on," I yawned, uninterested, but then I caught on… That was the actual story, "Wait, that's it? How come? You really think I'll believe you?"
"Ichs true!" Germany slammed his fist into the table, shaking everything around. China moved his chair a little bit further from the angry blonde German, "But we will get out of here as fast as we can."
"I'm not kicking you guys from here (for now), I just want to know how you were able to break into my house even though everything was locked." I tried to remain calm. Not 'tried', because I didn't need to try. I was finding everything to be pretty amusing, "And why are you dressed like Hetalia characters?"
For some reason, Japan giggled discretely while the others just stared at me with poker faces.
"Vee~ Rosalina, those are our normal clothes." Italy finally finished eating both his scones and Germany's.
Well, the worst that could happen is I end up with eight lunatics in my house for one month. "You've ran from what asylum? I promise I won't call them."
"We didn't run from any asylum! It was black magic, aru!" China crossed his arms in disapproval. I somewhat already expected his next line, "You're so immature!"
"Could you at least tell us where we are, Rosalina-san?" Japan asked, with his everlasting politeness.
Now I was really trying very hard not to give an ungracious reply, "In America."
"Veeeee~ We're in America, yaaay~!" Italy jumped up in happiness.
"Yay." I acknowledged.
Russia spoke for the first time at the table, "It's so warm in here! I am liking it!"
"We're in the region of Seaside Heights." I explained. Yeah, come visit us, we have beautiful beaches and nice shopping malls, everything a true American dreams of, "In Toms Rivers, more specifically."
"And where would that be?" France wondered.
"New Jersey."
Germany regained his composure after the little fit of rage, "Miss, do you happen to know a place where ve can stay while trying to go home?"
I scratched my chin in my thoughts, "Here in Seaside Heights? It depends on how much money you have."
"I have 50 Euros, is that enough?" The blonde man took a shiny new paper money written 50 Euros on it from pocket. Well, that's a clue that those are not ordinary people.
"We have only the money in our pockets! We're hopeless!" China banged his head continuously in the nearby wall in frustration.
The nations then started to argue. Some argued over joining their forces (and money) to find a place to stay, others wanted to be alone. There was just me seating quietly in my place while the others stood up from their seats as the discussion heated up.
"I suppose it's no harm to let you stay here for the time being." I said, amidst the mess of arguing countries. I wasn't expecting everyone to stop fighting and start staring at me just as if I had said the most absurd thing ever.
Italy smiled sweetly at me, "Veeeee~ Really, Rosalina?"
"Well, it's not every day that strangers end up on your closet." And it's not every day that Hetalia, freaking Hetalia characters end up in my house, out of all places! I really was feeling very generous in this particular morning, and something in the back of my head kept telling me that I could trust these guys.
"Are you believing us?" Russia looked down at me, with a sweet smile on his face.
"You seem nice enough, and I'm a good Samaritan." I smiled with satisfaction as I saw the relief faces of the nations, knowing that they'll be grateful and happy for having a place to stay (modesty apart, not to mention that I'm great company). "Though I might end up regretting."
"There'll be nothing to regret, Rosie!" America quickly got up from his seat and embraced me in a very tight hug.
I struggled to breathe, "Don't… call me… that." Then I finally was able to push him away from me.
"Well, except England's cooking." Japan giggled discreetly.
"That's something you'll definitely regret, aru." China agreed, with a smile on his face.
"Veee~ I think it's her right to know our real names!" Italy jumped up from the table. He didn't wait for the other's answers. "I'm Feliciano Vargas!"
They really had human names all the time? I thought they only had the names of the countries they were the personification of. Their human names were only given to them by fans…were they? I guess they're telling me to show gratitude. Oh well, who cares? I already knew their names.
"I'm the hero, AKA Alfred F. Jones, dudette!"
"Wang Yao, but for you it would be Yao Wang."
"I'm Ludwig Beilschmidt."
"Honda Kiku, just like Yao's, my name comes after my last name."
"Arthur Kirkland, the land you'd love to claim!" He playfully winked at me. There was a wave of multiple facepalms and a creepy glare from Russia.
"Francis Bonnefoy, but you can call me 'mon amour' too."
"Yeah, sure." I giggled sarcastically. It was going to be a rough time with all those men with me, but I'm not saying it won't be fun to rub it on the face of the skinny bitches.
"My name is Ivan Braginsky."
"Rosalina Cortez, at your service!" I got up from my seat and bowed at the nations, mimicking the dwarves in the movie 'The Hobbit', oh gosh, I loved that movie.
"Rosalina-san, this is really your apartment?" Kiku wondered, as he looked around the dining room in a certain awe.
"Technically it's my father's." I replied. It was true. I've been living here in this apartment for ever since I could remember, just my dad and I, chillin' in the beach and the malls.
"Won't he be annoyed at eight strangers in his house with his daughter?" Yao wondered. If he knew about this, he would be.
"I don't think of you as strangers, it's almost like I've known you guys forever." Well, that's kinda true. I've been watching Hetalia since it came out, and I know the countries fairly well…they are the ones who don't know me, but it'll not be a problem at all, for I'm one of most uninteresting people, currently living in the most uninteresting town in this world. "But if you must know, he's in India right now, and he'll only return next month."
"And your Mamma, where is her?" Italy asked, he indeed had no clue. My dad tells me that my mother died due to birth complications when I was born, so I never got to know her. When she passed, my father had two choices, he could drown himself in his gin in sadness or drown himself in his work. He took the second option.
I smiled sweetly and glanced at the ceiling, "She's up there."
"Is she in the upper floor?" Italy asked innocently. I'm glad the anger management classes I'm taking are being effective.
"Nein, Italy, her mother is…" Germany caught it on, and tried to make Italy understand… Surprisingly, I wasn't mad at anyone. If it was in a normal circumstance, I would be spitting all foul things I knew, but…the countries somewhat calmed me down.
When Feliciano finally understood, he blushed in embarrassment, "Oh…I'm sorry, Rosalina…"
"It's okay." I smiled.
There was an awkward silence for some time, until I decided to clap my hands together, therefore breaking it, "Well, since everything's cool now, I'm hungry and this stuff is clearly inedible… I think it would be a good idea to make Arthur stop cooking."
"Oui! I agree, I should do the cooking." France pointed at his own chest, "The gorgeous me will make England feel jealous!"
"What? No way, frog!" Then England jumped into France, their hands entangling each other's throats. I looked at the others suspiciously.
"You'll get used to it, aru." China facepalmed.
Russia spoke up, still staring at me, which was getting quite disturbing, "Дa, take the words of people who know the two for a long time."
"I get it…" I acknowledged. Now comes the fun part, make them do stuff for me…I mean, the rules of living with me. I'm a really perfectionist person, but you'll get used to it. I leaned my hands into the wooden dining table just like Germany does when people piss him off during World Conferences, "Well, since you guys will be my companions for the time being, we should agree to some rules,"
"Discipline? I like it." For the first time since he appeared in your life, Germany gave the smallest of smiles.
"First, calling me 'Rosie' is strictly prohibited." I said, looking directly to America, who shrugged, "Second-"
"'Sup Rosie, I'm home!" I heard the obnoxious high pitched voice of my friend Danielle call out at the door. Everyone started to stare at her with poker faces, while I was still with my back to her,
"How did you…?" I mumbled, still looking at the confused nations,
"Oh, I made a copy of your home's key," Dan replied, "I thought everyone knew it." She then closed the door, making a loud noise, "Look at you being all serious… Tell me, who are your new friends?"
Translations:
Italian
Bella-Beautiful;
French
Moi-Me;
Ma-chérie-My dear;
Excuse-moi-Excuse me;
Mon amour-My love;
Oui-Yes;
German
Nein- No;
Russian
Дa-Yes;
So Danielle finally showed up! What other awkward situations will the nations face in both Rosa's and Dan's hands?
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