Guess what? I'm updating the story! HURRAAAAH! Also, I don't own Hetalia. Sad, no?


I decided to open the crate. It was my only option, really, because I don't even want to find out what happens if you leave a unit in their crates for too long.

Within a few minutes, the Campbell family crowbar was in my grasp and I was prying open the evil wooden crate of doom.

The lid flew off and hit the wall, chipping the paint. Oops.

I peered inside and what I saw almost made me squeal. No, really. The little bundle of adorable inside was wearing a pink dress and had a kerchief on his head. His thumb was firmly planted in his mouth and he was breathing deeply and loudly. The odd curl on the side of his head wobbled.

Any doubts I had about having another unit immediately flew out the window. Yeah. He was that cute.

Of course, I now realized something; I had no idea on how to wake him up. There was no handy dandy manuel, which wasn't all that surprising. Chibimano was a beta, after all. That pretty much meant that I had to make it up as I went along. Well, shoot.

"Romano?" I poked his cheek a few times. "Wake up. Come on, wake up."

He didn't bat an eye. Darn it. I pinched his pudgy little arm. Nothing. It seemed like no matter what I did, he wouldn't awaken.

So I did the only thing I could thing of; I picked up the sleeping unit and plopped him on the couch, pulling a blanket over his small form. Romano snuggled into it, and I had to restrain myself from squealing. Then, I dashed off to my room to get dressed.


Have you ever had to deal with waking up a really heavy sleeper? Well, let me tell you, it's a task I wouldn't wish on anyone.

I yanked on his arms and legs. I pinched him. I slapped him in the face. I threw the covers off his body. I screamed in his ear. Antonio the sociopathic unit refused to wake up.

When I couldn't think of anymore options, I just decided to test out the first thing that came into my head.

"Spain, your new henchman is here."

He flew out of bed in a mess of covers, grinning like an idiot. Like the Spain on Hetalia, it seemed like his personality had taken a complete one eighty. Good. Good. Now if only I could graduate school already.

"Really? Really? I get my own henchman?"

I just told him that. And I told him the same thing yesterday. Geez. Does he have short term memory loss or something?

"Yeah. Come on," I lead him out into the hall. "His name's Romano, cutest little thing. He's asleep right now though."

Antonio didn't respond. I suspect he was too giddy at the thought of being Boss to Romano.

When we finally got to the living room, I could only stare in horror. The little boy in the pink dress that had been so adorable earlier was gone. In his place was a boy that seemed like a brat even in his sleep. The blanket had been kicked onto the floor. He snored like a foghorn, and he drooled a river all over the cushions. To make it all worse; he was still wearing a dress.

I looked at my other unit, who was pouting. A lot.

"Aw, why are you giving me a henchman like this?" He actually frowned. "Not cute at all!"

The sad thing is I really didn't have a response. I simply stood there, not comprehending the sight before me. How does a kid so cute turn into that? It didn't make sense. At all. Seriously.

"You get what you get and you don't get upset!" I snapped at him, irritated by the random change in my latest unit.

And so, I meandered off to the kitchen, leaving the task of awakening the kid to him.


"CHIIIIIIGIIIII!"

I jumped up looking around wildly, the cereal box held tightly to my chest. Huh. I suppose Romano's awake, then? Should I go and say hi?

... na. Not worth it.

Striding over to the cabinet, I retrieved three bowls and promptly filled them with the cereal. There. Breakfast for three. I really do astound myself sometimes.

"Antonio," I shouted. "Breakfast! Bring Romano with you!"

There was a muffled noise of agreement before the two units filed into the kitchen. One covered in bruises but smiling away like an idiot, and one wearing a pink dress as well as a scowl on his face. He looked at me.

"Who are you, miss?" His eyes were chestnut colored. How cute~!

"I'm Sophie." I smiled at him. I always did love taking care of little kids. "I own the house. We're going to be good friends, alright?"

He looked away quickly, nodding. His face was bright red. How cute is that?

Antonio, whom apparently shared my sentiments, stared at him in awe. "Romano... your face is all red like a tomato! How CUUUUUTE~!"

He picked up the loudly protesting Romano and began to spin around hugging him. I was at a loss for words until I remembered something. We were supposed to be eating, not prancing about! Breakfast is the most IMPORTANT meal of the day!

"Both of you, CALM DOWN!" I yelled, finally losing it. My units stared at me. "Sit down and eat!"

I stomped over to the fridge and began to search for the milk.

"S-spain?"
"Yes, Roma?"
"Don't m-make her angrier, bastard!"


Mwahahhahahhahahhaha! It's finished! It's finally finished! My first post for 2012! This is so awesome, it deserves a review. Huh? Huuuh?

Did I mention Greece lent me his army for a while? Review and maybe your furniture won't be covered in cat hair.