~Last time...

A box about one and a half feet by three feet sat at my doorstep, air holes poked all over it. Peeking into a hole, I saw fluffy white.

"Wha~?" Raising an eyebrow, I picked the box up (none too easily) and took it inside.

There was no return address, just a 'mochi manual'. Mochi? Those tasty treats I had seen once? Why delivered like this?

Finding a crowbar, I proceeded to pry open the top. Lifting the planks off, my jaw dropped.

"HI!" A series of voices chorused.

~This time!

Luna

"Ni hao, aru!"

"Konichiwa."

"Hola!"

"Ciao!"

"Bonjour."

"Guten tag."

A huge pile of mochis were in the crate, all staring up at me.

"Oh…my…god." Nearly falling over, I picked up a mochi with a curl on the left side. "Live mochi?!"

"Ve~" The mochi in my hand squeaked, looking up at me with a huge smile.

"Well, should we introduce ourselves?" One with a tomato on the side of its head looked up.

"I'm America!" One with glasses and a curl shouted.

"England." One with bushy eyebrows and a top hat muttered.

"France." The one with a mini beard winked at me.

"China, aru!" One with a mini ponytail grinned.

"Russia, da!" A mochi with a scarf bounced happily.

"Germany." The cube mochi said stiffly.

"Japan." A sakura mochi with a small purple package on his back said.

"Italy, ve~" Squeaked the mochi in my hand.

"Romano." Grumbled another mochi with a curl on the right side of his head.

"I'm Canada, eh." One whispered, who had a double curl.

"L-Latvia." Stuttered the violet-eyed shaking mochi.

"Spain!" Cheered the one with a tomato somehow stuck to his head.

"Zhe awesome Prussia!" Shouted the mochi with red eyes.

"Iceland." Mumbled another violet-eyed mochi.

"Norway." A mochi with a cross barrette and a curl on the left side of his head spoke in a monotone.

"Denmark!" One mochi with a mini hat yelled excitedly.

"Sweden." Spoke the mochi with miniature glasses and a serious death glare.

"I'm Finland!" Smiled yet another violet-eyed mochi with a tiny Santa hat.

"My gosh…Hetalia!" Sakura squawked, drawing most of the mochis' attention.

"OMG IT TALKS!" America shrieked.

"I believe it is her pet." England's eye twitched. "China, your wok."

Once the English mochi got the ladle, he proceeded to smack the American in the head.

"Ow! What the h*ll, dude!"

"Aren't you guys supposed to be human?"

"Oh yeah." Denmark poker-faced. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

Almost all the mochi started panicking, Denmark, Finland, Romano, Italy, Latvia, and America screaming and crying, the rest sitting there wide-eyed.

"Calm down, calm down." I soothed (tried to) the little white blobs, picking the crying ones up (don't even know how) and cuddling them. "It's okay."

Some of the wide-eyed mochis began sniffling, so I reached out a hand and gently rubbed the little things.

"You guys are the softest little things!" I cooed, rubbing Italy against my cheek.

He smiled, snuggling into me as I carefully hugged him. Feeling a slight tickle on my legs, the rest of the mochis piled on…except for Japan, Germany, England, Iceland, Norway, and Sweden.

"I have a feeling that these will a lot to handle," I muttered as the ones currently not on me looked down on my mochi-covered body.

Hello to whomever even bothered to read this! I will try to update every weekend, more often if I can. And one thing: Thank you so much to whoever reads this, I appreciate you taking time out of your day to read a beginner's stories! :)

~Budgies R Cute