LATE! D: I'm sorry! Dx You can shoot me if you want... Go ahead... But really, I'm so sorry! Stuff came up and I had serious writers block and before I knew it, it had been a whole freaking month! xP

I hate this chapter. To me, it's boring and was hard to write... I'm sorry.

Disclaimer: Hetalia and Units don't belong to me. I'm not clever enough to think of them on my own.

Warning: In this chapter: people cursing who don't usually curse.

By the way, if something looks like this: 'blah blah blah' then it's a thought.

Please enjoy to the best of your ability.

Rosa and I walked side-by-side discussing what we wanted to buy. Ita-chan skipped along ahead of us humming what sounded like Maru Kaite Chikyuu. Alfred ran around randomly declaring himself the "hero" and striking "heroic" poses. Mattie walked quietly beside me clutching Kumajiro (Where did he come from?) and occasionally adding his point to our conversation. Ivan tagged along behind, smiling (creepily) at everyone and everything…

It was overcast outside, so I hoped it wouldn't rain. Other than that, the weather was perfect. The temperature was mild for here in October.

I live about five minutes away from the mall by walking. It took us fifteen to get there… Why? Because Alfred was running around yelling about hamburgers to random people, and Ita-chan stubbed his toe and wouldn't stop crying until I hugged him and told him it was okay. Yeah….

And so, we boldly (?) stepped through the mall doors as everyone around us stared. All in all, I was very uncomfortable and losing my patience.

"Al, we just had breakfast! You do not need ten Big Macs!" I marched over and grabbed the enthusiastic blond, dragging him back to where Rosa and the others were waiting.

Or, at least the others were supposed to be waiting.

"Where did they all go?" I asked Rosa. She shrugged. I sighed. This was going to take forever. "Guess we'll have to start with you," I said, pushing Alfred toward the men's section of the nearest store that sold clothes.

When we got there, we found Italy already browsing the clothing racks. He had found a pair of pants and was looking at the shirts. He grabbed a simple, white, button-down shirt, but then the jackets seemed to catch his eye.

"Ve~ Should I get the black one or the navy one, Zena?"

I thought for a moment, and then decided, "The navy one."

"And you can put this cute little pocket hankie in the pocket!" said Rosa, holding up said white hankie.

"Ve~ Sounds perfect! I'm just going to try these on!" exclaimed Feli excitedly. He hurried off to the dressing room and disappeared behind a door.

"Now, let's get something for you, Al," I said, surprised he was still standing there. He nodded and continued browsing through the racks. I thought for a minute then said, "On second thought, Rosa, you stay here with these two. I'm gonna go look for Matthew and Ivan."

She nodded and headed off after Al.

I left the store and looked around. 'Dang, this mall is HUGE! Mattie and Ivan could be anywhere! And with Mattie's ability to be invisible…This is gonna take a while…'

Deciding to start upstairs, I headed to a nearby escalator. About a third of the way up, I heard yelling and cheering. Lots of it. Walking curiously to the source of the commotion, I noticed that it was coming from a sporting store. On one of the huge flat screen TVs, ice hockey was playing.

'Wait, ice hockey… Where do I remember that from? Oh, someone scored.'

"HA! TAKE THAT! YOU PANSIES WILL NEVER LAST AGAINST MY TEAM!" screamed a rather enthusiastic fan. Who sounded a lot like Mattie. Wait, that is Mattie! Well, at least I found on-

'Hold it. Mattie? Screaming? What the hell is going on?'

"Uhh… Matthew? This is slightly out of character for you," I said tentatively.

He didn't hear, just kept on screaming, "COME ON! DON'T LET THOSE ASSHOLES SO CLOSE TO OUR GOAL!"

I sighed. Drastic times call for drastic measures. I marched straight through the crowd, grabbed Mattie's collar, and dragged him, screaming, from the store.

"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU PULLING ME AWAY?"

"Because your behavior is completely uncalled for. Now shut up and help me look for Ivan."

At the mention of Russia's name, Mattie stopped yelling, but the wild look was still in his eye, and he continued to try to get out of my grip.

'Now, if I were Russia, where would I be?' I thought.

. . .

'I have no idea what that guy is ever thinking!'

This isn't going to be easy…

Ivan wasn't anywhere upstairs, so we headed back down. We passed the store, so I told Canada to go find some clothes. He grudgingly obeyed me.

I wandered around, searching frantically for the tall nation. Soon I spotted a small shop that sold flower arrangements. In the window was a huge display of gorgeous sunflowers.

My eyes widened as I remembered Ivan's manual, and I ran inside to see him holding bunches of the yellow flowers. On his face was a serene smile instead of the usual creepy one.

I walked up to him, and tapped his arm. He gave a start as if suddenly shaken from a daze.

"Oh, hello Zena. You like sunflowers, da?" Ivan asked happily.

"Yes, they're beautiful, but why did you run off like that? Everyone's waiting in another store," I said gently, but firmly.

His face fell and the purple aura came back a little behind him.

"Please Ivan! I need you to come! Matthew's in Manada mode, and you still need to find some clothes besides this war thing!" I begged.

His face fell even more and I began to hear a "kolkolkol". Oh great, now he's giving me puppy eyes… Yes, Russia can do puppy eyes.

"Fine! We'll buy a few!" I said in exasperation. Immediately his face lit up. In fact, he was practically sparkling. Odd…

I grabbed a small bouquet and checked out. Then I dragged Ivan to the store (finally) to pick out his clothes. And to calm Mattie down. Eesh…

Once in the store, Ivan went off to browse, and I found Rosa and the others chatting near the register. They all had new clothes, including Rosa. She had picked out a simple cream-colored dress that connected at the neck and had no sleeves. It had a zigzag pattern connecting the bodice and skirt just below the bust. Alfred had decided to go Western by choosing a light blue cowboy shirt that had been modernized a bit and khaki pants. Strange enough, it seemed like it would look good on him. I wouldn't let him get the cowboy hat, though. That was a bit too much… Ivan chose a strange Russian-type-thing with an interesting collar and embroidery around the cuffs, collar, and hem. He had plain pants and a rope belt to tie around his tunic. I wondered where he got the shirt, but didn't ask.

And so, with Al still pouting about the hat, and me with a new striped shirt with and attached vest, we proceeded to the checkout counter.

Mattie had calmed down, and was apologizing constantly for his behavior.

"Don't sweat it," I said, handing the cashier lady his sweater, which looked like it belonged in a school, but was still fashionable. "Actually, it was kind of funny."

He still apologized, face red from embarrassment. I waved him off and grabbed the rest of the guys' stuff. The cashier rung up the total, and I took out my wallet.

"Ugh, you guys are gonna have to get jobs. You're way too expensive already…" I groaned. "Rosa, you don't though. You're better at cleaning the house anyway."

My best friend looked at me thankfully, and I grinned at her.

"I want my hat!" cried Alfred.

"Hush, you sound like you're five," I said as the cashier handed me my change. She had been grinning at us the entire time. I was getting flustered.

"All right, guys. Let's go home now before it starts-" I started, only to be interrupted by a clash of thunder. "Raining…." I sighed.

We trooped outside to find dark clouds looming over us. Immediately the fear began settling on me again, and I froze at the sight of the lightning.

"Let's hurry!" said Rosa and she grabbed my arm and began speed-walking down the sidewalk. The guys followed closely behind. They looked like they were wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Like I was gonna tell them…

Small raindrops began landing on our noses, so we started jogging. By the time we made it home, the wind had picked up and the rain was falling in a steady drizzle. The clouds were turning a strange greenish color. My face probably was too…

However, I noticed something on my front porch that was not there when we left: a big box.

Another unit had arrived, and it was just in time for a thunderstorm.

There. It's over with. I WILL make them better! orz

Whom did they get this time? Well, you'll find out in the next chapter!

Thanks to for designing all the clothes! Russia's was hard to describe... I have no fashion sense... orz