The next morning I was awoken by excessive doorbell ringing.
"Urrgg, shut up! I'm coming, I'm coming!" I shouted from where I was laying. Looking around, I saw that I was sleeping on the couch next to a now grumpy awake England.
"You can go back to sleep if you want, I will get it," I mumbled, getting up and stretching. England just nodded drowsily.
Walking to the door, I swung it open.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Yes, well I am the delivery man. The one that brought you your Arthur Kirkland unit," the man said sheepishly, handing me a clipboard, "Can you please sign this, then I can wheel in your three new units right away," the man said.
After doing that and handing back the clipboard, I asked him, "Wait, three? Why three?"
"Well, you were supposed to get four as your first delivery, but these three had shipping issues," he said, wheeling them in and leaving, "Have a nice day!"
Closing the door, I stared at the three boxes in front of me, "Wow, umm, okay?" I said, grabbing the manuals. Quickly I read the name of all three.
ALFRED F. JONES: USER GUIDE AND MANUAL
CONGRATULATIONS!
MATTHEW WILLIAMS: USER GUIDE AND MANUAL
CONGRATULATIONS!
FRANCIS BONNEFOIS: USER GUIDE AND MANUAL
CONGRATULATIONS!
After reading through each of the manuals, I gulped and ran over to England.
"England, don't speak too loudly and come here," I said, dragging him into the kitchen.
"What happened love, did something happen?" He questioned.
"So I got three new units, look who they are," I said, handing him the manuals.
"Oh lord, its the frog, America, and who is this?" he said, pointing to Canada's manual.
"That's Canada, anyway, go and sit on the couch, I am going to wake up Canada and France at the same time, then, you are going to speak to wake up America, okay?" I asked, with pleading eyes.
He looked exasperated, "Okay love, I will do it, but how are you going to wake up France and Canada at the same time?"
I smirked, "You'll see!"
After prepping, I stood and started singing La Marseillaise.
Allons enfants de la patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'etendard sanglant est levé
Entendez vous dans les campagnes,
Mugir ces feroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
Egorger nos fils, nos compagnes!
As I shouted the last line of that stanza, France and Canada both got out of their boxes, I had the tops taken off already, France singing along eagerly, while Canada was smiling. Continuing, me and France sang the rest of the song together.
Refrain
Aux armes, citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons! Marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
Amour sacr de la patrie,
Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs!
Libert, Libert cherie,
Combats avec tes defenseurs!
Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire
Accoure tes males accents!
Que tes ennemis expirants
Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire!
Refrain
Nous entrerons dans la carrire
Quand nos ains n'y seront plus;
Nous y trouverons leur poussire
Et la trace de leurs vertus.
Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre
Que de partager leur cercueil,
Nous aurons le sublime orgueil
De les venger ou de les suivre!
Refrain
"Bonjour Mademoiselle, I am France, what a lovely voice you have!" France exclaimed, and then, after seeing England, he shouted, "ah, Arthur! You are here!"
After getting assaulted by France, England shouted, "Get off of me you bloody wanker!"
"IGGY!" America shouted, jumping out of the box and hugging England.
After pushing them both off, England pointed at me shouting, "Are you just going to leave me here to get pushed around by bloody France and America!"
Scratching the back of my head, I smiled sheepishly, "Sorry England," I replied.
"Ah, and just who is this jolie dame (pretty lady)?" France asked, taking my hand and kissing it.
"I am Zoe, nice to meet you," I said, blushing slightly at the contact.
"Stop assaulting my citizen France!" America shouted, pulling me away from him, "Don't worry Zoe, I am America, the hero!" he shouted.
An argument then ensued between France, England and America. While this was happening though, I walked up to the, so far silent, Canada, "Hello, I am Zoe, and you are?" I asked.
"I'm Canada, you can see me?" he questioned, buzzing in excitement.
"Of course I can! I hear you make wonderful pancakes, mind helping me?" I asked, walking toward the kitchen.
"Sure, I'll teach you, eh?" he said, practically skipping to the kitchen after me.
After making breakfast, I asked Canada to set the table while I round up the troops. Walking into the kitchen, I see that the argument was still going on.
"All of you shut up!" I shouted, promptly ending the argument, "Now if you want breakfast, proceed to the dining room, where Canada is oh-so-kindly serving the pancakes," I said.
Grumbling, all three of them headed to the dining room, sat down and started to eat. After sitting down, I took a big bite of pancakes drenched in syrup. Eyes widening, I looked up at Canada, and then looked at the pancakes.
"Why is it that you countries can cook so good!?" I shouted, digging in, scarfing down the large pile of pancakes so fast that the others didn't even have time to comprehend what had happened.
"Have you ever tried Iggys food? It sucks!" America shouted laughing at his own joke.
"I beg to differ, Zoe here tried my scones last night and loved them!" England boasted.
"Of course she did, Iggy, of course she did. Anyway dudette, have any scary movies?" America asked.
"Hmmm," I thought, "Yes actually I recently bought a new Japanese horror film, wanna watch it tonight?" I asked.
"Yeah, of course I do, I am a hero, I am not afraid of anything!" America boasted, standing up in his seat.
The rest of the night went by pretty smoothly. After lunch I lead the three new countries to their rooms and left them to that. I hadn't realized how late it actually was. When I ate breakfast, it was already 3pm. After getting their rooms personalized, the countries came down to talk abit.
