You know, that knocking didn't seem so dreadful anymore. It felt more like… the stork, bringing another family member home. Then again, Bernie was a mailman and not a bird. Thank God, I'd think I was tripping out if I saw a giant bird on my porch. I stood up and looked at the door… because truthfully I had been sitting right in front of it.

Knock-knock-knock.

"Are you going to answer the door already?" Vash yelled in an irritated voice from upstairs, just having gotten home from the bank. Where he now works.

…

At least someone is. Working, that is.

"Dammit Vash! You gave away my position!" I screeched, pulling a James Bond like barrel roll to the side of the door before popping up and opening it.

"I knew you were there the whole time," Bernie said, giving me a strange look and shooing me out of the way before puling the box in.

"Okay Mr. Stork." He paused then shook his head.

"I'm not going to ask. That seems like the safer decision..." I nodded.

"Good choice."

:Okay, here's the manual and your mail."

"…You got my mail for me?"

"Um… yes?"

"That's… kinda stalkerish."

"No. Not really."

"…Whatever you say Bernie, whatever you say."

"Glad you finally see it my way."

"You cannot date the mailman, da ze!" Yong Soo yelled from the kitc hen where he happened to be… unluckily for me.

"Wha-what? No! Never! Nien!"

"I agree with her!" Bernie and I gave each other horrified looks and he handed me my mail and manual before leaving. I stood there in shock for a little while before moving.

…

There was something mentally wrong with Yong Soo. That much was obvious, yes? Yes!

Not schizo…

Well… at least not according to Dr. Florence. But then again I hadn't seen her in weeks until yesterday. Maybe I'd become schizo in that amount of time. Very schizo.. extremely schizo…

Okay, now I was just sounding insane.

I looked at the unopened envelope in my hands and ripped it open revealing a name.

MATTHEW WILLIAMS: User Guide and Manual.

I shrieked.

"What the bloody hell!" - England

"Is something wrong?" - Ivan

"What the hell's going on?" – Vash

"Ve! Deli are you okay?" – Feli

"Deli, why are you screaming, da ze?" – Yong Soo

"It wasn't me!" – Gilbert

"It's a relatively sane person! HOLY CRAP I NEVER THOUGHT THIS DAY WOULD COME!"

"You are saying we are not sane, da?" Ivan asked, taking the box down.

"Da, I mean yah, I mean, yes. Sorry Ivan, but none of you are particularly sane." He shrugged and walked back into the kitchen. I stood there for a minute internally wondering whether to feel relieved or scared that he hadn't reacted much. Maybe Ivan was saner then I thought… holy crap! Call the press!

Kidding. I hope.

I glanced over the guide as grinned. I could always make poutine, but I'd leave that to the professional. What really sounded fun was option 3. Considering it had Lady Gaga listed… I laughed evilly before running up the stairs (nearly tripping I might add) grabbing my laptop and racing back down the stairs.

"And now… for the love of Bad Romance!" I yelled, hitting the 'play' button. As Lady Gaga blasted from my speakers I grinned evilly as shouting came from the box.

"Alfred for the last time! I! Am! Not! Dating! Lady! Gaga!" I burst out laughing as I struggled to open the box as profanities were yelled from inside. At least I think they were profanities, because they were all in French. So for al I know he could have been praising America's greatness, but I'd heard about a strip where he bitched Alfred out for 3 hours straight and made him cry, so I highly doubted that.

Plus considering he was locked in a box right now I would swear too. Really loudly at that.

After I finally opened the box I looked at the furious Canadian inside.

"Hi Matthew, I'm Deli, like where you get meat, hahahahaha. That's actually horrible because guys have said that to me, but they were jackasses." His eyes widened at my explosive excitement, and also probably at me being able to see him. "So I hear you're not dating Lady Gaga."

"Yes, well… it wouldn't work out," He confessed quietly.

"Yeah she wears really strange clothes doesn't she?"

"I thought I was the only person to notice!"

"No it's pretty obvi- HOLY CRAP!"

"Your breasts belong to me, da ze!" Yong Soo shouted into my ear at such a loud volume my head spun. I struggled in vain.

"What the hell! Let me go! And STOP YELLING IN MY EAR!" I shrieked, extremely pissed off, Matthew just looked on with a strange look on his face, "And hgow are you so strong anyway? You never work out! Never!"

…

He just cackled, before letting me go and running upstairs.

…

WHY WAS EVERYONE SO INSANE?

Author's note: Sorry this chapter is about half the size of my normal chapters… and around 2 weeks late. Also this is un-betaed, I'll repost the betaed version when I get it, I'm so freaking sorry…

I'll keep everything short, I've posted a new story up, go take a look. And am writing a new story, which I hope to have done by Christmas.

I'm going to start updating every 2 weeks, hopefully on Mondays, and Yao will make an appearance in about… 2 chapters. You know, just letting all of his fangirls know.

To all my AMV making readers... go make an AMV with America and the song King of Anything, because it just goes so well with him. And I'll give you a fic, it'll just take half of forever to be put up.

You all really are the best readers I could ask for.

Keep reading!

P.S. I'm writing for NaNoWriMo, wish me luck! I'll still update! Also, school is completely kicking my ass... and winning.

P.P.S. I really am sorry about how short this chapter is, the shortness of it makes me feel crappy.