Rosalina: HURRRRAAAAHHH I'M ALIVE! SURPRISE BITCHES!

Germany: Zhat was uncalled for.

Rosalina: I hope you know that I don't care. *winks*

Germany: *rolls eyes* Ich know.

America: Say, it took almost three months to update this and you guys are dragging balls!

England: Look who's being all mature today.

China: We'd better enjoy while it lasts, aru.

Russia: Something is of tellings me that that is not going to last…

-Previously in How To Live With Hetalia-

Before I could reply, a song coming from my computer took everyone in surprise. It sounded like the little ringtone that Skype uses when someone is calling you…weird, who would call me? As far as I know, I'm lonely as hell, "Rosie, who the hell is 'lipecortez1997'?" Alfred asked, raising an eyebrow at the screen.

Then it hit me. 'Lipe Cortez' in this case is short for 'Felipe Cortez', aka my noble father, and 1997 is the year I was born.

"Holy crap it's my father!" I cried, as I shoved the three boys away from my laptop, "Shoo, shoo!"

"Geez, I'm not a dove that you can 'shoo' around!" Alfred complained as he got away from me.

Francis sighed, "Mon Dieu [French-My God] America, stop!"

"Okay, dude!" Alfred walked towards the kitchen fabulously, "I'm going to mess up with whatever Iggy is doing!"

"You can't do this!" Iggysaurus shouted all the way from the kitchen.

"I can do anything! I'm America!"

"There are things American but Amerishouldn't." I sighed. I don't need (more) blood in my wall, damnit! Well, I should've omitted the last part, there are things Rosalina can and things that Rosalina shouldn't do, and telling the readers I've had blood in my wall before was a mistake. "Know the difference." And yes, I've broken the fourth wall. Wanna know why? Because I'm freaking awesome, that's why! Fourth walls are for losers! "Now everybody shut up!"

Before Alfred could reply, my death glare was so intense that he had to shut up before I summoned John Cena or Chuck Norris. Or Ivan.

The rest of the boys who weren't close to the computer looked at the others with suspicious expressions, as the ones close to the laptop took a few steps back (except Alfred, he was now annoying Arthur).

I took a deep breath and clicked on the green button to initiate the video call with Dad.

Once the camera was ready, I said, "Hello, Dad."

-Reality in Rosalina's POV-

I ignored the stuff going on with the nations to be able to focus on my dad.

It took a while for Dad's camera synchronize with mine, because of the internet connection. I told you that the reason why my internet gets shitty is because of Cat's soap operas, which she always wants to watch live (she can't seem be able to wait a couple of hours).

When the cameras finally were able to synchronize, my father's face wasn't visible, but the surroundings in his Indian hotel room were. I could see a nicely done bed with floral bed sheets, and the bright golden wallpaper shimmered with the bright light of the bedroom. From what I can see, Indian hotels are weird. Meh.

"Uh, Dad? You're not in front of the camera." I observed. Well, actually he wasn't anywhere to be seen, but I can't blame him though. It took me a while to get used to my own laptop's camera.

"Namaste [Hindi-Hello], Rosalina!" Suddenly, the face I knew as my father's jumped in front of the camera. He had very dark hair that was turning grey in the sides, a somewhat awkward nose and the same dark blue eyes I have. Dad was also wearing some colorful typical Indian clothes (the movies told me that those are typical Indian clothes), which I found very amusing. Father always says I am the flipping image of my mom, only with the same blue eyes as he has.

I tried to hide my preoccupation and my somewhat tired expression under a giggle and a bunch of conversation starters, "How are you? Is everything cool there in India?"

"I'm fine, thank you." Dad replied. "And things only would be better if you were here with me."

As much as I know that Dad loves me, I can't simply tell him all the weird stuff that's happening in my life right now. He will judge me. And as the awesome evil princess of the world, I can't have that.

Well, actually he won't judge me, only if you don't count that he'll judge my poor life choices. I mean, who would accept random strangers inside their house? Even hot and cute strangers? I knew I wouldn't until it finally happened and I accepted.

After some seconds of awkward silence (of me staring at my father's clothing and silently judging him), my father finally said something, "Rosalina my darling, why didn't you reply my message?"

Oh fuck. I completely forgot about the message he sent to me yesterday. I was so tired when I received it and today was a day so full of events that I completely forgot about it!

"I was at Cat's house, Dad, sorry…" Ahh the lies.

"At least I'm able to talk to you via Skype, right? However, I must ask, why are you in the computer this late at night?" It's not liked I've never went through the night on my Relationship Advice blog on Tumblr called 'RelationshipAdviceWithRosa'. I'm one of the best advisors ever to spawn on the depths of Tumblr (however, the fact that I hand out free advice doesn't exactly mean that I have my own shit together. Let's just make it clear ;D)

"But it's not late at night, it's just…" Before I could finish my sentence, America did it for me.

"5:45PM!" The blond shouted at the top of his lungs. The other countries looked at him with a face like 'dude you're so retarded', while England slapped the back of his brother's head.

I slowly drifted my eyes from the computer screen and shot Alfred the best death glare I could muster.

My father scratched his non-existing beard in confusion, "Who said that?"

"It's just good ol'Danielle." I replied. I looked up from the computer in hope that Alfred or anyone else would say something, "Say hi to my dad, Dany!"

"Hello! I'm Daenerys Targaryen!" To my surprise, it was actually Feliciano who replied, using his normal high-pitched voice. I must say that it sounded very much like Dan's, as much as this fact frightens me a bit.

The best part of it is that Dad is actually buying it.

Yay!

Dad smiled, he likes Danielle (the real, Danielle, for instance) and since we've known each other for a long time, he kinda got used to her being at home all the time, "Hey Dan! How are you today?"

"I'm fine, thank you!" Feli replied, using his best Danielle impersonation. I bet that if I wasn't present this scene, I would have believe that this was the real Dan.

"Rosa turn the camera so I can wave to her." Father's kinda bushy eyebrows frowned as his stern expression became more noticeable.

What? No! He'll see that there's no Danielle but a bunch of silly boys!

"Yeah, Rosa! Turn-a the camera!" Italy cried. Wait, what?

I mentally facepalmed. And mentally killed Italy 5 times. My eyes travelled around the nations. All of them (except for Italy) looked at the auburn Italian with poker faces. I mean, how can one be so dumb?

I looked Italy, then looked at Germany dead in the eye and mouthed the words 'stop him' to the blond. Which, he kindly did.

"Rosa?" Dad asked. Well, I just noticed that I suddenly became cold all of a sudden. I may have turned a little pale. "Is there something wrong, Rosalina? Do you need Ms. Long's help?"

"Hell no!" That's my awkward response to things which I didn't pay attention, crap, "Sorry Dad, it's just…I miss you so much!" Think, Rosalina, think. For a second stop being a needy girl and step up and do stuff so that Dad won't find your situation suspicious at all. "Can you give me a second? I think the cake I'm baking is burning."

Good response, good one (except for the fact that he could think that I'm baking pot brownies, oh well).

Couldn't have thought of one myself. That's because I'm an expert on making up excuses.

Father made a face, "Okay."

Cool. Let's teach those boys a little lesson on not to interrupt me while I'm talking on Skype. There are a number of reasons why I should do that, mainly because it's not nice to have to explain my constant mood swings.

I gently lowered the screen of the laptop so that it would be a little away from closing, so that there was no risk of Dad seeing my guests. Then, I gently got up from my seat and walked to the nations in a slow pace. When I finally reached them, I gave Italy and America slaps on the back of their heads.

"Oowch, Rosie!" America complained, massaging the back of his head. The look on England's face was priceless.

Italy clang into Germany's arm while he sobbed. Now I regret having slapped Feliciano's head, because he won't stop whining. "Vee~ Germany, Germany! Rosa's being-a mean to me!"

Ludwig rolled his blue eyes, "Zhat wasn't really necessary, vas it?"

I sighed. Despite the fact that some nations were just standing there staring at me, I could muster enough guts to reply with all the confidence I had, "Of course it was!" China, Canada and Russia were still at the sofa observing my moves, while the rest of the nations were just standing in the space between the kitchen and the dinning table, "Dad was beginning to think something was going on here!" I was beginning to get kinda angry, "Seriously, what's wrong with you people?"

"France is what's wrong with us." Britain joined in.

"Don't drag me into this, tasteless bastard!" The Frenchman locked his gaze with the Englishman's and both of them looked like they were going to start firing lasers at each other.

"Suck it up, England!" China interrupted, all the way from the sofa.

Arthur let out a creepy laugh, "Are you still mad at me because of Hong Kong, China?"

Yao turned his head to face the Brit and replied with a somewhat cracked voice, "No I'm not, aru!"

Seriously? I'm kind of losing my patience here.

"Shut up, will you?" I said angrily. I'm glad that people here have a little respect for me, and stopped talking. "I'm trying to have a civilized conversation with my father and you keep getting in the way!"

America lowered his head in shame, "Okay, sorry, dudette."

"Good." I finally said, as I calmly returned to the table where my laptop was, but before that, I quickly glanced at the kitchen, and unsurprisingly there was a mysterious smoke coming out from the toaster. Damn, "Oh, Iggy, your toasts are probably burning."

"Bloody hell!" The Brit shouted, as him and some of the others tried to fix the toasts and help control the smoke.

At least they're useful for that.

I sat down once more and opened my computer, "Hey Dad, I'm back."

"How's your cake?" Father was filling his nails, for some reason. Well, I can't blame him too much since I'm always bite my nails beyond repair, and guess who passed on that habit to me?

"What cake?" Another automatic response to a question I didn't pay attention to.

"The one you were baking…"

I mentally facepalmed. Alllllrightttt, that was the excuse I gave to smack America and Italy's heads. Come on, it's not like I ENJOY beating people up, no one is that heartless! (and of course, everything I do is for the 'lulz').

"Oooh, it's good." My eyes drifted from the computer screen all the way to the kitchen, where France was almost beating up England because the Brit somehow managed to fuck up toasts. "Reeeeeally tasty."

"As much as you didn't want me to hear, I heard some voices over there with you." Shit just got real. My blood just got cold right now. "Are you partying?"

"You're probably hearing stuff, it's just Dany playing Mario Kart." I said, making a fake adorable face. Not because I was faking being adorable (okay, okay, I was faking everything, but hey, it's for the greater good), but also because I can't be adorable even if I try. I mean, look at me!

Clingy and lovely daughter mode: ON!

Father raised an eyebrow in confusion, come on…"Dad, don't you know your daughter?"

"I do but-"

"The 'parties' I have are going on Tumblr and playing Silent Hill." I spat out, a little too honestly. Oh well, I can't do everything right anyway.

"Okay, okay!" Dad waved his arms gesturing for me to stop talking. "But be sure you have condoms."

What?

"Oui[French- Yes], Rosalina!" France agreed with my father, without even being a part of the conversation. And guess what, that's incredibly rude, " 'aving préservatif [French-Condoms] around is always useful!"

"Quit saying those creepy things, Frog!" Britain replied, not even facing France, not because he is now a better person and won't go around murdering a certain blond Frenchman. But because he was trying to fix the toasts he somehow managed to fuck up. "Nobody wants to do anything with you!"

Francis shrugged, slowly walking towards the Brit, "You know, Britain, when you kiss a frog it becomes a prince!" Arthur didn't notice the blue eyed man creeping up to him.

When France was close enough, he glomped England from behind.

"EEEEWWWWW!" The Brit yelled in fright, almost making my toaster fall down and break.

Father looked at me with a surprised expression. "Rosalina! What the hell is going on!?"

"Uhhg, I don't-" I stuttered, as the room slowly became chaotic.

The other countries (and me) facepalmed. I can't believe those people (*cough*nations*cough*) are so dumb! All I asked for was some minutes of silence so that Dad wouldn't suspect.

"Won't you two идиоты [Russian- idiots] just be shuttings it!?" Russia went all the way to England and France and separated the two fighting blonds. Nice thing is that I've never seen Russia without his signature smile, like he isn't with one of those now.

"That is right, can't anyone have a simple conversation here without you two fighting over something stupid?" Japan scolded, trying to clean up a bit of the mess England made in the kitchen.

Germany helped Russia get England and France as far as possible from each other, "Nein [German-No]. Apparently not."

"Jesus!" China squealed in horror and disapproval, "Oh wait, I don't even believe in Jesus, aru."

"Have to go now, bye Dad." My gaze came back from the nations to my father, "I'll call you tomorrow…" I said, almost punching the computer 'off' button, "or the day after…" I added, without giving time for a response.

"I love you." He said, a bit TOO interested in what I was supposedly hiding. Which is some pretty fucked up stuff, if you were to ask me.

"Love you too, bye!" I quickly pressed the 'end call' button on Skype and furiously closed the notebook. For a while, I just stared at the nations, simply stared for a minute or so, that way the fire burning in my eyes would stop. But it didn't, so I had to snap at someone, "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!"

"Don't-a snap at them! It's-a not worth it!" Italy squealed, as he observed the rage burning in my blue eyes.

"Italy is right." Germany added.

"One day, Arthur Kirkland and Francis Bonnefoy, one day I'll kill both of you." I lowered my head and put my hands in my forehead in a sign of defeat. After some seconds ignoring whatever the nations were discussing about, I started bumping my head into the dining table.

"Shhh, shh Rosalina-chan." I heard someone coming next to me and taking a seat. I didn't care much, because I continued bumping my head on the table. "I am sure he did not get mad at you."

I slowly stopped bumping my head and looked at Japan, "You don't understand… If he discovers any of this-" I pointed at the other nations who were, unsurprisingly, fighting again, "He's going to kill me, then kill you guys and finally kill me again."

"But Rosalina-chan, lying is never good." Japan, dude, stop. I lie almost 120% of my day, it's not like I've got into trouble for lying too much (only if you don't count almost making one of my history teachers coming to my house because I was NOT selling pot to some bitches at school). "Don't you feel sad about lying so much to your father?"

"Well, yeah." I sighed, "But that's not really helping, you know."

Japan apparently felt kind of bad for so, so he added, "Sorry."

"It's cool." I smiled. Before I could say anything else, the other nations gathered around the table again, each one finding a seat and waiting for Britain to come and serve the afternoon tea.

When everyone was already accommodated comfortably at the table (everyone on their respective seats, might I add), England brought some teacups and a teapot in a tray. "Here, my friends, quality tea and quality company to share."

"Quality tea?" Russia raised an eyebrow, while his smile didn't fade (did I mention that he almost kicked France because the Frenchman wanted to seat by my side?). "As much as I am of knowings, Russian tea is best of the whole world!"

Well, who am I to argue.

"Quality company?" China squealed, a little higher pitched than what he had originally planned, I suppose.

Just ignore it.

"Alright then!" Britain violently left the tray with tea on top of the table. "Enjoy my cursed tea, I don't need any of your opinions on good tea and good company!"

"Didn't you-a say 'quality' instead of 'good'?" Italy observed. Indeed, our favorite Brit is messing up some words.

Arthur stared at Italy for a while before replying, annoyed, "Same thing."

I rolled my eyes as the other watched Iggy with poker faces. "When you're getting the stuff to eat with this tea? 'Cause you know, tea alone difficult to swallow, if you know what I mean." Alfred seriously doesn't measure his words when pissing off England. He only loses to France, though. "Like, very difficult since that day when you raised the taxes on it and called 'Boston Tea Party'."

"Wait a second, will you?" The Brit spat out, very annoyed, as he returned to the kitchen to get whatever he prepared (toast) for us.

"So… Anyone wants some tea?" Japan politely offered to serve the tea to everyone. There was a teacup for all the nations (and me), but I preferred not to risk drinking/eating anything made by Britain, even though the others were (not to mention that I don't like tea, like, at all. I prefer drinking the tears of innocent people than drinking tea).

'You don't be liking tea because you don't knowings about good and real tea' Russia said to me when I refused the cup of tea Japan offered.

'Of course I know good and real tea! Who do you think I am?' I mentally replied to Russia's statement, mainly because I swore to myself that I would be a nice person.

A while later, Arthur came back with a bunch of (burnt) toasts, "I'm back! And I made things to eat while we drink afternoon tea!" The green-eyed Brit then placed the plate of toasts between America and Canada.

"Oooh, toast!" Alfred exclaimed, as he took one toast from the plate and examined it. "Let me know when your cookbook comes out!" The American glared at the Brit.

Shit's gonna get good.

Not that I care, actually.

After the comment America made, him and England started fighting, and then France joined in, and then Italy was cheering and singing a catching Italian song and yada yada.

The rest was trying to have their teas as normal and civilized people, trying our best to ignore the two fighting blondes (three, if you count France). Of course, we only had tea because the toast was inedible.

China took a bite on one of the burnt toasts. After some seconds chewing and making creepy faces, Yao finally swallowed the thing, "Bread is supposed to taste like…hum…bread, right, aru?"

"Most of the time, ja [German-Yes]." Ludwig replied, taking a sip on his tea.

"This thing certainly doesn't taste like bread, aru." Yao made a confused face as he stared at the piece of bitten toast on his hand.

"That's not a good sign." Japan observed. The Chinese shrugged at the Japanese's comment before taking another bite.

It's so neat that China is still eating, despite having pointed out that shit doesn't taste like bread when it's supposed to be bread. Oh well…

After some seconds of silence (silence if you don't consider the arguing and singing going on in the other side of the table), I decided to break it.

"… Well, fun fact is that sometimes I talk in Mean Girls quotes and nobody notices."

"Sometimes I am being of talking in Soviet song lyrics and nobody notices." Ivan added.

Matthew shrugged, "Sometimes I talk and nobody notices."

At first it was funny but now it got kind of sad. Of course nobody even bothered to notice Canada. Not even noticed his previous statement.

After that, we finished our afternoon tea, I made Alfred apologize to Arthur and some more stuff happened that I'll not bother to describe, mainly because I'm kinda lazy. Also because I won't describe the messy and exhausting procedure of washing dishes, even though it wasn't me who was washing them. Hurray for me!

-some hours later-

After the afternoon tea, the boys decided to watch a movie on Netflix, but they almost ended up fighting to decide what movie to watch (I had to personally forbid France to suggest anything like 'Fifty Shades of Gray' and America to suggest 'Poltergeist' or any other nightmare inducing movie, mainly because I don't fancy having to take care of a frightened Italy), and afterwards they decided on watching 'Ghostbusters' for some reason. Well, who am I to argue? Actually, I wasn't even paying attention to the movie, because I was focused on my relationship advice Tumblr to care.

Seating at the table was me, Germany and Japan. Russia was mesmerized by the looks of the beach at night, so he was at the balcony. The rest was at the sofas watching the movie or playing DS (China's case).

"Rosa, I'm-a sleepy." Italy groaned, all the way from the sofa.

Germany raised an eyebrow while he read the newspaper, "Italien [German-Italy] isn't it a little early for bed?"

"Time isn't real, you-a know." Whatever you say, Feliciano.

Okay, I might have to worry a bit about the sleeping patterns for those nations. Let's count how many sleep-able stuff I possess:

-My Dad's king size bed;

-The two sofas turn into couple's beds;

-There's a spare bed on my room, just below mine, but I'd rather not use it;

-I can set up some futon stuff on the floor with some sheets and pillows…

So there, voilà! If I didn't mess the math, I have a place for everyone, hurray for me again!

Well, but before setting up the improvised beds and actual beds, I should show the nations around the house, you know. Like, where's the bathroom (they've probably already figured it out, though) and other interesting places like my Dad's room and study.

Actually, before that, I should finish replying to the anonymous person asking for advice:

Hi Rosa, I'm writing you because I need your advice. You see, I'm a girl and I think I'm in love with my best friend who is also a girl. I'm pretty scared of my feelings because I'm afraid they won't be mutual. I'm afraid that if I tell my friend that I like her in a romantic way and she doesn't return my feelings, things will be awkward and we'll probably lose our friendship. I don't know if I'm bi or not…I'm confused. What should I do?

Damn son, that's a tricky one.

The ideas flowed to my mind so smoothly that I didn't even believe that it was actually me having those thoughts to help someone in need.

I started typing furiously all the ideas that came into my mind that could help this girl.

You need to tell her how you feel. But hear me out here. First, you should find out her views on the topic. Don't ask her outright, be subtle. Tell her you saw this video on YouTube about a gay person committing suicide or something, and you'll get her views through that. Then, give it a little time-

In the middle of my sentence, a blue pop up appeared in my screen with the following message:

Your battery is running low (10%)

You might want to plug in your PC.

"Boo, you whore!" FUCK. When I need this shitty laptop the most it turns it's back to me! UGGHHH modernityyyy sucksss!

"You might want to tone down your attitude a little bit, Windows 8. I'm not your little bitch!" I closed the computer furiously. Obviously I shouldn't have done that because everyone started staring at me like I had murdered three people (even Ivan, who was at the balcony heard it). "DUDE, I CAN'T WAIT FOR WINDOWS 9!"

Japan lowered the magazine he was reading to face me, apparently kind of concerned (who wouldn't be, I'm kinda mentally unstable sometimes) "Are you okay, Rosalina-chan?"

I nodded, "Yup. Perfectly okay." I must get away from this computer for a while, you know, just so I won't snap even more or lose my remaining patience. "Okay, everyone, I'll show you where y'all going to sleep."

"I will help setting the beds up! Your hospitality must be repaid by doing simple deeds to help out!" Japan quickly jolted up from his seat (throwing the 'Vogue' magazine he was reading).

"Great." I gave the dark haired boy a thumbs up, "Everyone, follow me!"

"Awww, but it's the best part of the movie!" Alfred shrieked, in a kinda demonic sound.

Arthur rolled his eyes, "You git, you can pause the movie at anytime."

"Alriiight." The American acknowledged.

I made my way out of the living room with the other grocery shopping bags with towels, toothbrushes and so on (You really thought that I forgot about those things? Sweetie, there's no room for plot holes in this story).

The nations started gingerly following me through the living room, passing through the nice Moroccan carpet we had to cover the floor of the hallway, which led to the bathroom and bedrooms.

I stopped walking in front of the bathroom, opened the door and went inside.

Like the rest of my house, the bathroom was very nice. It had a really cool bathtub and a shower (in case someone doesn't want to have a nice time in the bath). Of course there was the toilet and everything else a decent bathroom would have. There was also the sink with a little 'cupboard' with medicine, Dad's shaving stuff, my shaving stuff, toothbrushes and old make-up that I never ever ever ever use.

I walked to the bathtub and turned around, facing the boys, "As some of you might have already know, this is the bathroom."

Yao yawned, "Couldn't have guessed, aru."

"You don't need to be rude, you know." I rolled my eyes. "Okay, any question/comments about the bathroom or we can move on?"

"Wait wait! I want to-a explore!" Italy shoved everyone who was in his way at the door and entered the bathroom, browsing through anything he found. "Look how-a nice is this eyeliner!" Feliciano apparently enjoyed my make-up items. "You would look so cute a-wearing them!"

I bet I would.

Anyway, then, I started distributing the stuff we bought earlier and of course had to endure some fighting and stuff. And I'm glad I was smart enough to make Alfred count the supplies, because he's so dumb that we bought one extra of each item, which is very conventional since I didn't know about Canada when we bought them.

Hurray for me.

Afterwards, I was explaining how the awesome automatic-shit shower worked so I wouldn't have to be anyone's slave and turn on the shower every time (and I wouldn't fancy to see naked men, thank you very much [even though they're vErY good looking]). "So, you guys are free to use it whenever you want, but please just keep on the sane limit okay?"

"Ahh showers…It took me over a decade to figure out how the really worked, and now I just imagine myself back into the middle ages where it was socially acceptable not to shower…ahh, those were the days." Uhhh… Okay….England, as always, made a very useful comment about my shower. And of course everyone ignored him and/or rolled their eyes.

"Sometimes I forget that I'm sharing my house with nations that are something like 1000 years or more older than me." I observed.

France suddenly felt the need to hug me very tightly, "And that is why we should treat you like the little baby that you are!"

"No touchy!" I tried to free myself from the Frenchman's gasp, "And I'm not a baby! I'm 17!"

"Awn, a little cute baby, aruuuuuu!" Yao fangirled.

I frowned, and since I was immobilized by France, Alfred thought it would be a great idea to squeeze my cheeks. I really deserve it…

"Okay, okay, leave me alone." Ivan helped me push Francis away. "So, since everyone is set, we can move on." I walked away from the bathroom, shoving aside everyone in my way, "I need some space to breathe, thank you."

"Rude." Germany muttered under his breath.

"I heard that, Luddy." I playfully winked at the blond German, making him frown.

I conducted myself and the others all the way to the next bedroom, my father's. It was just across mine. You might be asking yourself, since I claimed that Dad and I have some sweet cash, why don't we buy a bigger house or a bigger apartment? Simple, because neither of us like moving and/or new places. To sum up, we don't like change. So here we are. In the same old apartment.

Moooooving on… Dad's bedroom was classy. Classy as fuck, might I add. Once one entered it, they can see the steel colored bedsheets adorning the double wooden bed. There was a nice steel wardrobe close to it and some other stuff that are not very useful to the story so I'll just skip the details.

Ah, before I forget, there is also a little room beside my father's that used to be my mom's closet (I think?) but now he uses it as he little study. Just pointing that out because it will probably be useful for later.

"So here's my Dad's bedroom. Two of you will sleep in this bed." I pointed out. "And two more on the spare cushions in the study."

"Hell no! No way I'm sleeping with another dude here!" Alfred complained. The others (I mean, Japan, Italy, Germany and France were kinda okay with it, since they knew there wasn't another option).

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Alfred, sweetheart, one way or another you'll have to sleep with another dude. May I remind you that you don't have a fancy hotel room to stay and that I kindly invited you in, which implies that you're going to follow my rules." I said, bitterly.

"But I'm manly! I don't want to sleep with another guy by my side!" Seriously?

"America-san…" Japan started.

Suddenly, everyone was discussing whether or not they were okay with sleeping by another guy's side. I really am an idiot because I've invited those ungrateful jerks inside.

"Why can't we sleep with you, Rosa? It's not like we'll rape you or anything…after all, we are gentleman (even if some of us don't look like it)." Arthur suggested.

I sighed. "Sleeping in my bedroom is out of question. And seriously, I couldn't care less about your 'macho preferences' of not sleeping with another dude. Sleep on the street if you can't handle it." America was about to say something but I cut him off, "The discussion is over."

For some reason, everyone who was arguing stopped and we could move on with the little tour. I really had no idea that I had such power. Wow. That's the power of the Master of the House.

Les Miserables flashbacks...

I then moved on to the study beside my Dad's bedroom, which had lots of shelves filled with an enormous variety of books. And then there was a little table with a computer and that's all. There was a lot of free space in that room, which is really nice since two people will be sleeping here until God knows how much time.

"Matthew, would you be a sweetheart and get me one of the spare cushions inside the wardrobe?" I can really be a nice girl when I want to.

"Sure." The blond replied.

Alfred raised an eyebrow, "Why are you nice to everyone but me?"

"That is not important." I retorted. "Chop-chop, everyone! We need to get this room set for four people!"

I felt like a bloody Roman general bossing all those people around. Well, I'm not that different from a Roman general (or Grandpa Rome, for that matter), because I also wear skirts (not that I enjoy wearing skirts, but it is an option).

Once everything was set (and guess what? Nobody else got bitchy and/or angry at doing stuff), we had still one more thing to figure:

"Alright, who's going to be the brave lad to volunteer to-" I didn't even have to finish because Germany raised his hand.

"I will!"

"Great-"

"And of course I will-a sleep beside Germany!" Italy hugged the blond.

"Italien [German- Italy]…" Ludwig sighed.

"What? Our friendship won't be-a changed because we're not at-a home, right?"

"Ja [German-Yes], I guess."

"Okay then…" I clapped my hands together.

So let the arranging places for the nations to sleep spree begin!

And with that, everyone helped me out setting the spare stuff in the study (of course, it's impossible to do that kind of stuff with the nations without a healthy fight). Afterwards, we set up my dad's bed and put the spare towels away in the part of the closet that was empty.

After a while, we managed to set everything up in the bedroom, whew.

I checked my phone, and there were just a couple of messages from the boy who wants to be my boyfriend… He's a creep and he keeps inviting me to go to the movies with him and so on, but nah. I'd rather not date him.

Well, I know I'm gorgeous and all, but I'd rather not date. You know, I kind of hate people.

"Rosie, Rosie?" Alfred made me snap out of my weird state, by snapping his fingers in front of my face, "Earth calling Rosie!"

"I'm here!" I spat. Apparently, everyone else was waiting my signal to go back to the living room to keep on watching the movie on Netflix. "Geez, Alfred! That was sooooo uncalled for!"

"You were staring creepily at your phone, aru." Yao pointed out.

"And I thought we had lost you for a second." Alfred added. Alfie, no.

Arthur, who was seating at the bed, scolded his younger brother, "America, please use your brain for a second."

"Veee~ People! Let's not get mad at-a one another and go eat some more!" Italy started, "Come on, it's-a time for me to prepare dinner!"

"Wait, Italy!" Come on, I've eaten way too much during lunch to even want to think about dinner. "I think that I speak on behalf of everyone in this room, when I say that we're not hungry."

"But-a Rosa! I'll just set up some snacks, nothing much!" The Italian insisted.

Without even letting anyone question anything, the Italian rushed to the kitchen to start making preparations for our dinner, which will probably consist in leftovers from lunch.

"Who are you to say that I'm not hungry?" America said, looking at me.

"Well, I was just assuming…" I replied. "Come on, guys, let's get back to watching that Ghostbusters."

And so we all came back to the living room. I suddenly felt that all the inspiration that made me give out free advice vanish along with most of my neurons, so I'll take a break from my Tumblr for a while. Maybe I'll play some Silent Hill or something while the boys watched the movie, Yao played Pokémon and Feliciano cooked something or other.

I instantly regretted playing Silent Hill, because I almost peed in my pants due to the horror of this game… So it's crossed from my list…Which now reminds me that I need to set up the sofa-bed stuff I have to fit more people.

I slowly walked up to the sofa (where Alfred was occupying most of it, of course, by laying down with his legs on top of Yao's), and where the remote control was. In a ninja move, I grabbed it and pressed 'pause'.

"Hey!" Ludwig, out of all people, protested. Who would've thought of that?

I smiled, "Dude, chill. I just paused so that we can set up the beds here."

"'ere where?" Francis asked. Why, ol' France, I'm so awesome that my sofas turn into beds.

"The sofas turn into beds that fit two people!" I replied.

"How?" Matthew questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Simple, let me demonstrate." I said, putting the remote control on top of the dining table, "First we take this out of the way." I almost made the mistake to kick the wooden table that had been placed in the middle of the living room (and in which Arthur and Francis had their feet on top). Once I removed it from the middle, I continued, "Now I take unwanted people off the sofa."

Alfred's cerulean eyes watched carefully my every move, "I wonder who those 'unwanted people' are."

"Shoo, Alfie and Yao, shoo!" I shoved America and China off the sofa. "Now, where was I?" I scratched my head in confusion, immersed in the stares of everyone else, waiting for my next move. In a blink of an eye, I set up the beds and the boys stared at me wide eyed.

Especially Arthur, "How?…How did you do that? Magic?"

"Arthur, sweetheart, it's the magic of the furniture bought at IKEA." I shrugged. "And even so, IKEA's magic is better than yours."

Arthur's jaw dropped as I could hear that song 'Milkshake' (also known as 'nah nah, it's better than yours') playing at the distance.

It turns out that Alfred was singing, backing me up while annoying his brother.

And those are the times where I don't hate Alfred.

While the blond was singing, Francis started to dance like a weird belly dancer,

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Damn right, it's better than you's
I could teach you but I have to charge

Now I'll have to try very hard to take some mental images off my mind.

After that, the nations kindly (except for England, who had an enormous frown stamped all over his face) helped me to set up the other sofa, and once we were done, I glanced at the dining table, and guess what?

It was completely covered up with food (thank God I had removed my laptop a while before). And beside it, was the face of guilt.

A smiling Italian. "Dinner is ready!"

" 'Some snacks'? I see." I said, sarcastically.

Never trust a skinny Italian.

Said that, I kept a grumpy face during the entire dinner.

And just because I wanted to do something (my inspiration for advice wasn't back yet and I wasn't in the mood to watch movies), I started to take care of the kitchen by washing the dishes and yada yada. The nations had finished watching ghostbusters and now were watching Captain America.

Once I was done, I realized that it was getting kinda late and I was getting a bit tired of all the noise inside the living room. Ohhh how I long for the quietness of my room!

No, I'm not tired or sleepy, you see, my sleeping pattern during summer is messed up. Yeah, Tumblr, that's right, I'm looking at you. It's all your fault.

I sighed. I want to go to my room and lie down at my bed until I die… Okay, not like that, I'm not that desperate. Anyway, I'll say goodnight and head to 'bed'.

Have you ever noticed that the word 'bed' looks like a bed?

So, there you go! A new piece of useless information!

"Dudes, I'm retiring for the night." I said, while I dried my hands off in my pants.

"Aw, really?" Alfred replied. He was sprawled in one of the beds and he looked rather comfortable, unlike Arthur, who was feeling quite annoyed by America's position (that I'd rather not describe haha).

"Yes. So, goodnight, everyone." I acknowledged. I glanced at the nations, and Italy was sleeping beside Germany (who didn't look much awake himself) and Japan was close by. Canada and France were beside each other and finally America and England, but no sign of Russia. Well, if I'm going to wish everyone goodnight, I might as well say it to my new Russian friend, no? "Hey, where's Ivan?"

"Probably washing the absurdly big nose of his." Nobody other than England, who was having strawberry ice cream, and had even his nose covered up in the pink stuff.

Dude, you have no authority over me in any circumstances, especially now when you have half of your face covered in strawberry ice cream.

"You have absolutely no right to make fun of people because of their prominent members." I retorted, feeling very awesome. But really, I just wanted to wish everyone goodnight, and not having to listen to people make fun of others who are probably showering (not that I care, because I'm always up for some roasting, but I promised to be nice to Russia, so there's that).

"Ooooh, so I guess Rosalina has a secret naughty side to her!" I'll give you a half-eaten Oreo if you can guess who made this super constructive comment, "If you wanted to see a big baguette or a big Eiffel Tower you could ask me."

"Vai se fuder [Portuguese-Go fuck yourself], Francis! I didn't mean it like that…" I sighed, "And dude, I was talking about his eyebrows!"

Alfred's sixth sense for discussions might be tingling, "My Statue of Liberty is bigger than his Eiffel Tower, I can guarantee!"

"What?" Half of the room squealed. I'd rather not ask how America can guarantee that France's Eiffel Tower is smaller than his Statue of Liberty.

"Non, Amérique [French- No, America]! Let the mademoiselle [French-lady] decide." Of course Francis would bring me up on this filthy discussion. "Whose you think is the biggest?"

"I'd rather not answer that question." Where is the big friend Russia when I need him? I'm sure he would end this discussion with a swing of his pipe, "Geez, I just wanted to wish Ivan goodnight, and it all turned into a discussion!"

And when I thought it couldn't get worse, Alfred can always make thing worse, "OOOOHH! I SEE! SOO ROSALINA LIKES RUSSIA? AND SHE PROBABLY WANTS TO BECOME ONE WITH HIM!"

"Shhhhhh! You'll disturb the neighbors!" I tried to silence the American, "You guys are so immature!"

"I demand my Copyright rights, aru!" Yao pointed out, not even taking his eyes from the DS.

"Anyway, goodnight." I'm sick of this. Seriously. I stormed away from the living room and into the corridor, stopping at the bathroom for some reason (don't lie, Rosa). Okay, I stopped to see, or rather, listen to make sure Ivan was in the shower and had not been killed by the others (not that that's possible, but oh well), if you're wondering, I could listen to him singing some stuff in Russian, like something in the lines of 'Rastvetaly yabloni i grushi'* or whatever. But suddenly, I remembered something, so I quickly came back to the living room, "Ooooh oh oh! I forgot, if I'm going to sleep now, you'll have to sleep now too!"

"Captain America is not over yet." Ludwig observed.

I put my hands on my hips like the bossy and amazing bitch that I am, "I don't care, I'll shut down the TV!"

"But once you're in your room, we'll just switch it on again." Canada added. Well, I think that he thinks that I think that he doesn't exist. Well, that happened once, but it won't happen again.

"Nice try! But I'll be TURNING OFF THE WI-FI!"

"Noo! Not the Wi-Fi! I need it to fully train my Pokémon, aru!" Yao yelped, "And I was trading Pokémon with this girl from Brazil and-"

"Too bad! Muahahah!" I laughed like an insane bitch. With a ninja move, I disconnected the Wi-Fi (which was in a secret location) and smiled sweetly, "Goodnight everyone! And no fighting otherwise I'll be sending you out."

"You're so mean sometimes, Rosalina-chan." Japan observed.

"I know, right! And did you know that 'Mean' is my middle name?" I don't have a middle name so I can simply make up one for me. "Ah, another thing, don't disturb me if you value your life." My smile grew, "Goodnight everyone, and don't let Yandere-chan bite!"

Sometimes I think that I exaggerate a bit…Oh well… I walked away from the nations, not before collecting the DS from Yao's hands.

"NOT COOL!" Alfred exclaimed. Mission accomplished.

Maybe I've just scarred them for life.

Ooops, my bad.

Anyway, once I was finally inside my bedroom, I shut the door from inside, to make sure I won't have any visitors during the night. Well, there's another key hidden inside a jar of cookies at the kitchen, but I doubt any of the dudes will have the intelligence needed to find it.

As I've already described, my room is simple, yet cozy. However it's not an evil lair yet.

And why would I need an evil lair? Because I'm evil, of course.

Okay okay, my actions somewhat differ from 'evil', I know. But I try my best not to interact with humans and hide my true emotions behind a mask of bichiness.

Anyhow, I better prepare myself for my most probably all-nighter at Tumblr. I didn't even bothered to put on my pajamas because I was much too lazy for that.

For me to get the max out of this experience, I jumped into my bed, covered myself with my blanket and turned on the computer, which was carefully placed in my lap.

I took a deep breath, whew, all my creativity to help others is finally coming back! Let's continue to help that anon!

When I was about to start typing furiously all the thoughts that passed through my head, I heard a soft knock on my door.

Oh hell no! If it's Alfred asking for some midnight snack I'm sooo going to kill him! Who dare to disturb me in my sacred Tumbling? EH EH?!

I reluctantly left my computer on and got up from the bed. I had to practice my grumpy expression for a bit, before opening up the door.

I unlocked the door, waiting for the right moment to scold whomever was disturbing my all-nighter.

-Yay!-

Rosalina: Ding ding! Cliff hanger y'all!

Japan: Why, Rosalina-chan, why?

Authoress: Because I'm evil, that's why!

America: I knew I shouldn't have trusted her to write about our misadventures.

Authoress: Too bad!

Germany: Well…what now?

England: Isn't it obvious? We wait for the next chapter…which might take a while to be written…

France: Quoi!? Non, the chapter shall be quick.

England: Do you have any idea how difficult it is to write? Of course not! You don't have any famous writers!

France: Eyebrows, can you say that again? I think Victor Hugo couldn't hear you.

Authoress: Enough, guys! Anyway, I was wondering, do you, readers, enjoy fluff? I certainly do!

Italy: Fluff!? I do too!

Rosalina: Great. So, you'll be happy with the next chapter.

Russia: You liked the chapter? Of course you did. So, you will review, дa?

*That is the first phase of the Russian song 'Katyusha'.