Sorry about the wait! So to make it up to you, this chapter will be longer than the others! It's my first year in AP English, AP Math and AP History (APUSH) and I've been busy working on all the homework. I haven't been able to get on the computer to type something non-school related for a long time. Don't expect fast updates until I get the hang of all the AP stuff.

On a good note, Lollidictator added a new unit! And I'm throwing in something special this time~! Let's see how Wendy handles this mess!

Disclaimer – I DON'T OWN HETALIA OR THE MANUALS. Now, onto the story

(~HHQ~)

The past four days with our Italians housemates haven't been as bad - or as crazy - like I thought it would be. There's two main reasons for that. First of all, we all get along surprisingly well. (Leslie and Lovi the being the only exception to the rule. They have actually started a prank war with each other, which I'm still trying to stop. I don't want to clean toothpaste and peanut butter off the carpet again…) Tana and Alex have gotten into the habit of calling Lovi and Feli 'brother' (or in this case, 'Fratello'), like they do for every male living in the HQ. (Leslie does this too, but only with Feliciano.) And second, neither has tried to seduce and/or scar us for life like some other characters would have. So with all this in mind, I decided to treat everyone to my favorite breakfast.

"Come on guys, we're going to the Panadería*for some pan dulce**!" I called once everyone was awake, grabbing my car keys by the door and throwing Kas hers, "If you want to come, follow me!"

In a matter of seconds, everyone except Armando and Brian ran (or were dragged) out the front door. After some searching, I found them in the study, the dogs lying lazily at their feet. "Aren't you two coming?"

"I can't." Armando looked up from whatever paper he was typing up on his laptop, "I have to have this report done by tomorrow afternoon. Can you get me some Churros?"

"And some chocolate conchas*** for me, please?" Brian added quickly, not even looking up from his laptop screen, "I'm almost finished with this Power Point; it's due in six hours and I can't afford to miss this deadline."

"Sure, guys. It's the least I can do after all you've done for all of us in HQ." and really, it was. If it wasn't for them, who knows where'd we be right now. "We'll be back in half an hour. Watch the dogs for me." And with that, I walked out the front door.

Outside, everyone except the Italians were in the cars. Kas was in the driver's seat of her black minivan with Scott in the passenger seat, Zoe and Sara in the back. Leslie, Tana, Alex, and Clare were in my gray minivan, Clare in the passenger seat.

Lovi was just looking at the scene in what I think was disbelief. "Are you two even legal yet?" He asked as soon as he noticed me.

How do I explain this? I barely know how this works myself… "Yes and no. In a normal situation, we would have our permits right now. But since our situation isn't normal, Kas and I have a hardship license."

"Hardship license?" He asked as I got to the driver's side door.

"Yeah. It's a special license given to those that need one that are under the legal driving age." I explained, opening the car door, "We have one because we needed to get to school, go to doctor's appointments, buy food, ext. Armando and Brian are usually in their college classes, so they–"

Once again, I was interrupted mid-sentence. "W-W-Wendy, are w-we going or not? I'm huuunnngryyy!" Tana whined from his car window.

He's so impatient… "In a minute Tana." I told him, then turned to the Italians, "Lovi, Feli, You're coming with me." So, after making sure that neither Lovi nor Leslie could try to prank each other in the car, we were off.

~Brian's POV

Hi! For those who don't know, I'm Brian, second oldest resident in what my little cousin Wendy calls 'The Hetalian HQ'. I've lived here with my older brother Armando and my younger brother Alex since January… so, about seven months.

Things have gotten a little livelier since Lovino and Feliciano moved in. Not that I mind, Alex absolutely adores the two. They're act a little odd to be brothers though – how can someone as childlike as Feliciano be related to someone like Lovino? It makes no sense!

Anyway, about five minutes after everyone left, the doorbell rang. "Hold the dogs, I'll answer it." I called out.

Outside the door, a delivery man was standing next to really, really large crate. The logo on the man's uniform looked like a warped green Pikachu with wings. Flying Mint Bunny Co. was written in yellow letters above the green animal. "Delivery for Joanne Castillo."

What the hell is going on here? "Wait one minute, please." I walked back into the living room.

"Who was that?" Armando asked, not looking away from his screen.

"A delivery. The crate outside is taller than me! The delivery person says it's for Wendy. What do we do?"

He thought it over for a moment. "Well, ask her if she ordered something."

"Alright." I got out my cell and started typing.

Brain: Did u order something?

Wendy: Sort of. Is it from Flying Mint Bunny Co.? About as big as a fridge crate?

Brian: Yeah. What is it?

Wendy: Our new housemate. Do you think you can sign for it? We'll open the crate as soon as we get home.

"A PERSON?" I yelled, making Armando jump, "ARMANDO, WENDY ORDERED A PERSON IN A BOX!"

He looked completely shocked, "A WHAT? Ask her why!"

Brian: HAVE U GONE INSANE? WHY IS A PERSON ARIVING AT OUR HOUSE IN A BOX?

Wendy: I know you're hyperventilating right now, so stop it. As for the crate, it's kinda hard to explain…. they're called 'units', but they act like people. If you have the manual, you can try to activate whoever is inside, EXEPT if it's Ivan or Francis. Anyone else should be fine. If there's no manual, wait for me to get back.

Brian: Fine, but u have ALOT of explaining to do when u get back.

Wendy: I will, and thanks. Be there soon.

I laid my cell down on the table, and started walking back to the door, Armando right behind me. "What'd she say?"

I sighed thru the headache I was getting, "She said they are called 'units' and they act like people. We can try to 'activate' whoever arrived as long as we have the manual."

"Alright, seams easy enough." Armando said as I opened the door.

The delivery person was sitting on the front step, reading manga (well, I think that's what they are called. Wendy has one just like it and that's what she calls it). He looked up at the sound of the door opening. "So, is Joanne here?"

"She's not," I told him, "But I'm a legal adult and can take the package for her."

"Alright then," He handed me a clipboard and a manila envelope, "Sign here. Here's the manual, and your next unit will come in two or three business days."

Still confused about the whole 'unit' thing, I signed for the package and handed the clipboard back to the delivery person. After getting the signature, he wheeled the box into the foyer and drove off.

The dogs patiently sat around the crate with their tails wagging, almost like they were expecting something. Maple started to nudge the crate with what looked like impatience.

"Wonder who we got." Armando said after a few minutes of silence.

I waved the manual in the air. "Only one way to find out." I pulled Armando to the single couch in the foyer. "Ready?"

"Yeah," He rubbed the back of his head; a sign that he was getting nervous, "Just let me open it so we can figure out what the hell Wendy ordered." He took the envelope out of my hand and ripped it open. Inside, we saw a thin booklet with seven bolded words on the cover:

'ANTONIO FERNANDEZ CARRIEDO: User Guide and Manual'

A Spanish name, huh? If what Wendy said about how they act is true –

"The guy responds to Tomato bastard?" Armando wondered out loud, reading the manual without me, "What were these people thinking when they writing this…? Length…?" he looked at me with a weird look on his face, "What the hell has our little cousin gotten into?"

I was just as surprised as he was, "I have no idea. Why don't we activate this thing and find out?"

"Fine." He looked back at the manual again, "It says we can either cook some strong smelling Mexican food – like huevos rancheros – or drop-kick a thing called a 'Tomato unit' out the window."

"Let's drop-kick the 'Tomato unit,'" I got off the couch and started searching for the unit in the small crate that came with the bigger one, "I really don't feel like trying to cook anything now…"

It didn't take too much to find the unit; it looked kind of like a tomato. "I think I found it!"

Armando looked at the red thing in my hands. "That's it." He put the dogs in their pen, then walked to the nearest window and opened it, "You can kick it outside, or I can."

"I'll do it, so stand aside!" I kicked the red blob with enough force to send it into the bushes near the sidewalk. Now we just have to –

BAM! BAM!

BARK! BARK! BARK!

BAM! BAM! CRASH!

"No! Not Tomato!" A voice screamed in panic as a blur flew past us. It – or is it he? – ran around the front yard like a total nutcase, apparently looking for the red blob. After a bit, the 'blur' stopped, reveling a man in a khaki uniform with chocolate brown hair and the brightest green eyes I had ever seen.

The man looked around in confusion, and then walked back inside thru the open window. "Hola!" He said with grin on his face, "I'm Spain! But you can call me Antonio! Is this your house? It's very beautiful." Ok, why is he calling himself Spain? Spain's a country, not a person…

"I'm Brian, and the guy next to me is my brother Armando. And yeah, we share the house, but it really belongs to my cousin Wendy."

Antonio looked around the room for a minute, "Where is she then? I want to say hello!" Why is this guy so dang cheerful? It's kind of annoying…

"Wendy and the rest of them went to get some pan dulce for breakfast." My brother explained, closing the window, "They should be back in a few minutes."

"Speaking about breakfast, where's the kitchen? I could really go for some food!"

"It's this way," my brother pointed in the direction of the kitchen, "but you'll have to cook, though… we don't really know how to make anything other than leftovers." He admitted rather sheepishly.

Antonio simply smiled. "That's fine; I'll make something for all of us!" he then skipped out of the foyer in a way that reminded me a lot of Feliciano. After he was gone, we noticed the crate – or what was left of it – scattered on the light brown floor.

"He's weird, isn't he?" Armando asked while letting the dogs out of the pen.

"Yeah, but I can see what Wendy was trying to explain over the phone. He acts like a person, even if he really isn't one," I pulled a three inch splinter out of the wall, then sighed, "I don't really mind if Antonio starts living here, but I still want to know why he's here and why he came in a box in the first place."

"I want to know that too, little brother," My brother said, ruffling my hair like he used to when we were kids, "But Wendy and everyone else will be here in a few minutes, so we'll get our answers soon."

"I know." Hopefully our little cousin gets here quickly. A guy can only wait so long…

~Wendy's POV~

Our bread run went pretty well. And by 'pretty well' I mean in a we-got-out-without-destroying-the-place-or-getting-kicked-out kind of way. Trust me, there are a few places we aren't allowed in anymore…

"Hey! Careful with that bread, Feli!" I called after the hyper northern Italian in front of me.

Feli stopped twirling and gave me a smile, "Ve ~ Sorry Wendy. The weather is so nice today~! But I'll be more careful now, sorella." He bobbed once, then waited for the rest of us with his head tilted to the side.

So cute! I just want to cuddle him and never let him go… Oh, maybe I ca–

"CHIGI!Don't do that, Purple freak****!"

Here we go again… "Leslie, what did you do to Lovino this time?"

"Nothing much~" Leslie said in her weird and slightly creepy saccharine voice, "I just pulled that strange hair curl he has."

"Do that again and I will take your TV privileges away for a week," I unlocked the door – not paying any attention to the franticly talking thirteen year old clinging to my arm ("Wendy, anything but that! Don't be cruel to your cute little sister!") – and walked with Feli to the study, the bags still in our hands and my sister still clinging to my arm.

I knocked on the door, "¡Hemos regresado, chicos!" I called out, "¡Armando, tengo tus churros! y Brian, espero que no te importe, pero compré conchas de vainilla. Ya no tenian conchas de chocolate."

"¿Churros?" a new, somewhat familiar, voice asked, "¡Yo quiero uno!" the door instantly opened to reveal a certain happy Spaniard. "¡Hola, yo me llamo Antonio! ¿Cuál es tu nombre?"

I mentally smacked myself. Can't believe I forgot we got a new unit today! Brian texted me about that… "My name is Wendy," I answered while trying to get Leslie off my arm "the girl clinging to me is my little sister Leslie, and I think you know who this is." I tilted my head in Feliciano's direction.

"Ah! Feliciano!" He gave Feli a hug, "You're here too! Are they feeding you well here?"

"Ve~ Of course big brother Spain! Wendy and Zoe are really good cooks~!"

I gave Antonio a smile, "He's right. And besides, no one's gonna go hungry while I'm here!" Both of my cousins came up with a look that said 'explain all this NOW' "And speaking about food, "I looked into the paper bag and pulled out two churros, giving one to Armando and the other to the Spaniard, " I believe you said you wanted one."

"They're still warm!" he said with joy before taking a bite.

I placed the bag with Armando's churros and Brian's conchas on the table, and picked up the three empty plates on the coffee table. Huh, Antonio must have cooked for the boys while I was gone…

"Well, I'll see you in a little bit, you two! I'll explain everything after breakfast. Everyone else is getting hungry." I called over my shoulder, walking out of the room while pulling on the Spaniard's arm. "Come on, Antonio! You have to meet everyone!"

The five of us quickly arrived in the dining room. Of course, as soon as Antonio spotted Lovi, he pounced on him. "Lovi~! You're here!" He cuddled the flustered southern Italian.

"CHIGI! Get off of me, Tomato bastard! How'd you get here anyway?"

Antonio didn't seem to mind that he was in the middle of the floor hugging Lovi with the excitement of a child on Christmas morning while being licked to death by my dogs and Zoe's pit bull, Chaos. Nor the fact that the overly-affectionate display was being watched by ten people; especially Clare, who had a flashing camera in hand…

After a confusing minute, Leslie came up to the Spaniard with a grin "Hi! I like you; you're really fun! (Don't you mean 'I like the way you're annoying Lovino,' Leslie? I thought.) Are you going to stay with us?"

"Yes, Leslie, he will be staying with us." I replied, turning to the rest of them, "Everyone, this is Antonio. Antonio, this is –"

Ring! Ring! Ring!

I better get that… "You guys eat, I'll get the door. And introduce yourselves to Antonio!" I said, handing the pan dulce bags to Feli. Why does life always feel the need to interrupt me mid-sentence? I thought to myself, walking down the hall to the front door. And who would come here at eleven in the morning anyway?

Swinging the door open, I found the same Flying Mint Bunny worker that brought Feli and Lovi outside again, with two boxes… again! "New units? I have already gotten a new one today! Is this going to be a regular occurrence, mister…?"

"Anton. My name is Anton." He handed me two manuals and the signing thing again, "and no, the post office made a mistake and ended up sending you three units on the same day. Sorry for any inconvenience."

I smiled at him, handing him back the signed paper. "It's alright, Anton. 'Not your fault I got so many in one day…"

"I know," he said, pushing both crates into the foyer on the rolling thingy again, "Oh, and these units are special. I was informed that you are one of the first to receive them."

"First?" well, that could be a problem…

"Yeah," he stated walking out the door, "Well, good luck!"

I waited until Anton left before I looked into the first manual.

'CHARICE PACQUIAO: User Guide and Manual'

'CONGRATULATIONS! You just ordered a CHARICE PACQUIAO unit! In order to ensure that you, the user, get the best of this unit and not get any part of your body utterly destroyed by either love or madness…'

'Destroyed by love or madness'? This won't be good. And I don't remember any characters named Charice…

"Wen, where did the crates come from?" Kas had apparently walked into the foyer while I was reading. She took one look at the thin booklet in my hands. "Oh, these are the crates that the new people are coming in, aren't they?"

"Yeah" I quickly looked at the activation methods. I like the fourth option, it sounds like fun… "Kas, I'll be right back. Don't do anything. I have to get something to activate this unit." I said while running upstairs as possible.

I was really excited about this unit, despite the damage she could possibly cause. Our newest housemate was a girl, and one who likes anime and yaoi, no less!

Once I reached my room, I opened the closet and grabbed the large box under the bag of stuffed animals labeled '- . - -/. -/- - -/. .' ('yaoi' in Morse code.) I got the first GerIta doujinshi I found, put the box back in its place and ran back into the foyer.

Placing the doujinshi about seven feet from the box I yelled, "Yaoi!"

The box began to shake as Zoe, Clare, and Sara ran into the foyer.

"Where?" the trio asked just as the box splintered to reveal a teenage girl (Asian, perhaps?) wearing a red dress, black tights, and red boots, who immediately ran to the doujinshi and turned to the first page.

"Where's the yaoi?" Clare asked excitedly, not even bothered by the fact a girl freakin' broke out of a box not twenty seconds before. Zoe and Sara just stared in shock at the slivers of wood that used to be a crate.

"Huh? Oh, nowhere Clare. I just had to get this one out of the box." I tilted my head at the girl currently reading my doujinshi.

"Aawwww!"

"Clare, stop acting like America! I know you are not that dense; you clearly saw that crate break!"

Like usual, Clare only answered half of my questions, "But he's the hero!" she said with an exaggerated 'hero' pose.

I smacked the back of her head with one of the manuals. "If that's true, why have we been in a recession for so long?"

At that point the girl stood up and walked between us, the doujinshi in hand. "Hi!" she said, 'I'm Charice Pacquiao, the Outer Regions of the Philippines~! Do you have any more doujinshi?"

The Philippines…? Wait, isn't it a group of islands near the coast of Vietnam? That would explain the Asian aura around her…

"Yes, I have more, Charice," I answered after a minute, "But first, I have to get whoever is in this other box out." I opened the other manual.

'RIZAL PACQUIAO: User Guide and Manual'

Pacquiao? Isn't that Charice's last name too?

"Hey, Charice, do you know anyone by the name of Rizal?" I asked.

Charice stopped talking to my yaoi-lovin' friends and turned in my direction. "My brother? He's here?"

"Yeah, he's in the crate…"

Walking up to the box as if it was the most normal thing in the world, she called out, "Kuya, come on! Get out of the crate!"

"In a minute, Charice," A male voice called from the crate, "I have to figure out how this crate opens…"

"Hey, Charice, there should be a latch on the crate somewhere."

After a bit of searching on Charice's part, the crate swung opened, and out stepped a boy who looked slightly younger than me. He was also Asian-looking, like her sister, and wearing a blue jacket, white T-shirt and jeans.

I walked up to both Filipinos. "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Wendy. I've already met Charice, so you are…?" I asked the male.

"Rizal Pacquiao, the inner Regions of the Philippines." He said simply.

"Well, Rizal, Charice, welcome to this crazy group of people I call family," I motioned to the four girls still in the room. "The girl with the short golden brown hair and wolf fang necklace is Kas, the one with straight black hair is Sara, Zoe is the one with the blue dog collar and short brown hair, and the African American is Clare." I explained.

"You all live alone?" Rizal asked.

"No, there are nine more of us here. Let me call them now," I moved a picture frame over to reveal one of many house intercoms and pressed the button, "everyone to the foyer, we have more guests."

Feli walked in first. "Ve~ Who's here Wendy?"

"FELLII-KUUUN!" Charice ran, full speed, at Feliciano, golmping him like a child would a stuffed animal.

"Vee~!" He yelped, "Charice!" He relaxed slightly in Charice's hug. Rizal gave the scene a look that said he's seen that kind of thing before, and went to say hello to Kas and the rest while still glancing at his sister from time to time.

This was the situation when Leslie, Tana and Alex walked in, all three still eating breakfast.

"W-W-Wendy, w-who are th-they?" Tana asked, some of his concha falling out of his mouth.

That question – or was it the stuttering? – caught Charice's attention. In a heartbeat, she let go of Feli and latched herself on Santana, who dropped the milk he brought and squirmed in her tight grip. "W-Wendy, Help!"

Rizal and I ran up to them. "Ate, Let him go, please." Rizal asked

"yeah, you spilled milk all over the floor and are scaring my little brother!" I added

Tana nodded his head, "Yes, c-can you p-please let me go miss..?"

I felt someone behind me. "Charice. Her name is Charice, Santana." Antonio said behind me, with Lovi in tow.

Charice suddenly screamed bloody murder, dropped my brother (into the spilled milk, no less), and ran up the stairs. I wasn't expecting that… Must check the manuals later for an explanation…

"Ve? Where did Charice go?"

"I don't know Feli," I said while lifting my brother off the milk-covered floor, "Rizal, can you go check on her?"

Rizal nodded and headed up the stairs, but not before giving Antonio a mistrustful glare.

Weird. I'll have to check that, it seems like they don't like Antonio…

"Wendy, my clothes are w-wet!" Tana pulled at his soggy t-shirt, "Can you p-pick me some d-dry ones?"

I ruffled his hair, "Of course! I won't let you walk around in those!" I started to lead my little brother up the stairs. Then I remembered something: "Guys, stay here. I'll be back in a few minutes with Tana, Charice and Rizal."

(~HHQ~)

In Tana's room, I picked out some tan cargo shorts and a brown t-shirt, knowing he loved brown as much as I did, and closed the door to let him change.

Now, I thought, why do both of them seem to dislike Antonio? I grabbed Charice's manual first, and after a few minutes, I found something:

'She has a bad history with Germans and Spaniards, and she will scream and run as far as she can from them'

And also

'ANTONIO FERNANDEZ CARRIEDO: Both CHARICE PACQUIAO and RIZAL PACQUIAO will be very wary around ANTONIO FERNANDEZ CARRIEDO because of their long history together, but she will be more willing to make amends with him if you can override her Phobia mode.'

I tried to think of what I could remember about the Philippines, but came at a blank. Stupid, messed up US history education! I took world history, so I should know something other than its location! Maybe Rizal's manual can tell me something? I read thru his manual and found:

'War-torn Mode…Don't let him loose on his own, as he is prone to killing people at the drop of a hat, especially anyone with Spanish heritage'

And

'ANTONIO FERNANDEZ CARRIEDO: RIZAL PACQUIAO loathes this unit with the depths of his soul, to the point where they don't even greet each other when one enters the room, even though ANTONIO FERNANDEX CARRIEDO will try to heal the rift between the both of them. No matter what you do, there cannot be a relationship between the both of them, but if you and whoever you employ try extremely hard and are patient enough, you can get them to at least on speaking terms.'

What would make someone so scared and/or angry enough at another person like this?

Determined to find out, I got out my phone and goggled Spain Philippines relationship

I clicked the first link (Wikipedia) and scrolled down to 'Spain':

'The Philippines was the lone Spanish colony in Asia for almost three and a half centuries. There continues to be mixed feelings between many Filipinos towards Spain and the common negative resentment most Filipinos have towards colonial mentality that have been ingrained in many Filipinos, but relations have improved significantly over the years since after independence.'

They were Spanish colonies? No wonder they are so distrustful of Antonio! As far as I know, every colony of Spain's, except southern Italy, were treated extremely harsh. Even some Mexicans I know Don't like Spain because of what happened during Mexico's time as a colony!

I sighed loudly. Life has just gotten harder.

(~HHQ~)

So, here you go! Chapter three in all its glory~!

Yes, I got the Spain- Philippines relationship from Wikipedia. And yes, there are some Mexicans who don't like Spain because of what they did during the colonial period.

For those who don't know who Charice and Rizal are, they are Mitsuki Horenake's OCs of the Philippines. She has manuals for both on her page, so go check them out!

Translations:

¡Hemos regresado, chicos! ¡Armando, tengo tus churros! Y Brian, espero que no te importe, pero compré conchas de vainilla. Ya no tenian conchas de chocolate. – (Spanish) We're back, guys!Armando, I have your churros! And Brian, I hope you don't mind, but I bought vanilla conchas. They didn't have chocolate conchas.

¡Yo quiero uno! – (Spanish) I want one!

¡Hola, yo me llamo Antonio! ¿Cuál es tu nombre? – (Spanish) Hello, my name is Antonio! What's your name?

*- Mexican bakery

** - Sweet bread

***-Mexican sweet bread that looks like a shell

****-What Lovi calls Leslie. (She will always wear something purple, hence the name)