A/N: Hiya! (puts down pokemon mystery dungeon game) Uh... that was Wigglytuff's line. Yeah, I was multi-tasking, playing Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Explorers of Sky and working on this.

We own nothing beyond Dakota and Brooke and our own randomness. No infringement is intended.

~(Time Skip a week)~

"I'm am telling you for the ga-millionth time, I AM NOT MEXICO NINCOMPOOP!" Brooke yelled at Spain.

"Aw, Méjico, please stop yelling." Spain tried.

Brooke just screamed in frustration.

"I'm going to go tell our neighbors that our annoying cousin is visiting and Brooke is getting extremely frustrated. No need to get the police involved." Dakota said, slipping on her shoes and opening the door. "Try to keep her from strangling him, m'kay?"

The other countries, excluding Spain, looked at each other worriedly; Dakota smiled and shut the door before they could respond.

For someone who had a bad habit of accidentally waking up the units, Dakota had good timing as their neighbor was just about to go for the phone to get the police.

"Please understand, he drives Brooke up the wall with his snide remarks. I will try to talk to him again to get him to stop. I'm so terribly sorry, our Aunt and Uncle kind of dropped him off on us and didn't tell us how long he was going to be staying." Dakota fibbed, keeping a pleading expression on her face.

"I had one of those cousin's too. Now he lives in Alaska. Dunno what he's up to anymore." The neighbor said. "Good luck with all of your cousins, sound's like you need it."

"Thank you for being so understanding." Dakota replied. "Hope the rest of your day is better."

"Your's too."

Dakota walked back along the sidewalk to her own house after explaining the fibbed situation to all of her neighbors in earshot of Brooke's screaming. She stopped at the mailbox to see if they had any mail when a mint-green delivery van pulled up. A man got out and started wheeling up one crate, which was suspiciously familiar, and then got another one.

"Who are those for?" Dakota asked.

"Um, a Dakota Roth." the deliveryman said.

"That's me. Matt, open the door!" Dakota called. The door swung open with an unseen force, also called Canada. "Ignore the yelling, it's just a unit and my sister."

"Méjico~."

"Nincompoop!"

"Méjico~."

"Nincompoop!"

"Uh...what are they yelling about?" the deliveryman asked as he wheeled up the second crate.

"Whether my sister is Mexico or not, and my sister calling him a 'nincompoop'."Dakota replied. She turned to Canada. "Has Brooke tried to strangle him yet?"

"No, but she flipped you off when you said that." Canada replied.

"Right then...can you sign here and here please miss?" Deliveryman, what is this the fourth one now, number Four asked.

"Two signatures, who are we getting?" Dakota mused as she signed and took the two manuals.

"Canada, I bet you can't cook a damn thing other than pancakes!" Romano boasted loudly to be heard over the two yelling people, which happened to fall silent just as he added his own statement. "Unlike me and my Fratello!"

Thud.

"Wah!" one of the crates started crying after an extremelyweak thud. "Please help me, the box is very hard and dark and is very scary!"

Everyone looked out the door onto the porch where the crying box was sitting next to a completely unaffected crate.

"Uh... you can bring the crates in, ya know." Dakota said to Deliveryman number Four.

"Right." the deliveryman said after a second pause. He wheeled in the crying crate first, then the other one. Canada, ignoring the crying, went into the kitchen-singing softly some French song.

"Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette, je te plumerai
Je te plumerai la tête
(Je te plumerai la tête)
Et la tête
(Et la tête)
Alouette
(Alouette)
O-o-o-oh..."

WHAM.

Suddenly, the other box side burst open revealing none other than France who promptly followed the singing and grabbed Canada's, well, ass.

"Wha-?" Brooke cut off before responding to another 'Méjico' comment, seeing as Canada was around six feet away from her. "Nincompoop! Canada's being molested!"

"Papa!" Canada exclaimed sharply and hit the offending Frenchman on the head. "NON!"

"Oh, but why, my little Matthieu~." France asked pleadingly.

"No sexual harassment in my household." Dakota threatened, cracking her knuckles and summoning "The Rage of the American Woman."

"Well, technically, Big Sister, it's ourhousehold~" Brooke said carefully, stepping away as she said that.

"Got it Frog?" Dakota continued, saying the last word with as much disgust as possible-short of spitting on the other's shoes.

France cowered in fright. Canada took a precautionary step away, "The Rage of the American Woman" also applied to Canadian women-and it was sometimes far worse than "Hockey Rage".

"O...o...oui." France stammered. Dakota gave him one final glare.

"Good." She said and walked out of the room to the office room where the computers were. The half-slammed door made it apparent to leave her alone.

The room remained silent for another minute before Romano remembered. "Veneziano is still in the box."

"OH! Uhm, now where's a crowbar when you need one..." Brooke said, going to look for a crowbar.

"The shed perhaps?" England suggested, appearing out of nowhere.

"What shed?" Brooke said, utterly confused.

"He means the garage!" Dakota yelled through the door. She then said something incomprehensible, which was most likely: "Stupid Brits back during revolution not letting Americans use the same English after independence."

"O-oh! I knew that!" Brooke said. "England, come help me find it!"

"Why me?" England asked.

"France is scared out of his wits, Romano is headbutting Spain, Canada is in the kitchen proving he can cook food that isn't pancakes and Dakota went recluse. Besides, aren't you a gentleman?" Brooke listed off.

"Ah, right. A gentleman must always help a lady." England said, following Brooke to the garage/shed.

"Someone's taking advantage of that." Canada said. France sat in one of the kitchen chairs, still being quiet.

"T..that w...was..." France started.

"That was Dakota. I've been here a month, which is the longest of all of the units here, and I never saw her act like that until today." Canada said, messing with some ingredients in a bowl.

"A month and at 6 units?" France asked.

"Our manual doesn't apply to them, at least so far as I've seen." Canada said. Suddenly Dakota came out of the office.

"Yes! It came!" Dakota said excitedly.

"What did?" Canada and France asked.

"The movie 'Brother Bear'!" She said, holding a DVD case.

"Isn't that rated G? And aren't you a little old for movies like that?" Canada asked.

"No one is too old to laugh at Brother Bear. Everyone who watched it has at least one scene memorized by heart." Dakota defended.

"Or are you just afraid to watch horror films with us around?" France suggested.

"We found it!" Brooke exclaimed, holding up a crowbar. "Hey, is that... Ohmigosh IT"S BROTHER BEAR! How ya doin', eh?"

"Please don't start that again." Dakota said. "Just, don't."

"Aw..." Brooke said disappointed.

"Are you done? My fratello is stillin the box!" Romano yelled.

"Oh yeah." Brooke said and started prying the lid off the box. "Sorry about that Ita-wha!"

"Thank you for saving me from the scary box!" Italy said, hugging Brooke.

"Sister, now I get why you are hesitant to go watch scary movies with the guys." Brooke said.

"Now you get it." Dakota smiled.

"Veneziano!" Romano said sternly.

"Vee? Oh, it's fratello!" Italy said, letting go of Brooke.

"Air! Precious air!" Brooke gasped.

"Wait, today's the third." Dakota said, thinking. Brooke looked at her confusedly.

"And..." she said, trailing off.

"The third of October! We forgot! These guys don't have costumes!" Dakota exclaimed. England and Canada paled, over thinking the extent that Dakota was imagining for costumes.

"You're right! Do you still fit your Link costume?" Brooke asked.

"If that was a subtle question about my chest size, no, I have not grown that way or taller." Dakota said, glaring at Brooke.

"I didn't mean it entirely like that!" Brooke defended. France laughed, Canada face-palmed, Romano was headbutting Spain again, Italy was blissfully unaware and England was paying more attention to Spain getting headbutted.

Ding~!

Everyone started in surprise and whirled to stare at the offending oven which had finished preheating.

"It was just the oven..." Canada said.

"Yeah, yeah." Brooke said.

"I knew that." Dakota replied.

"Of course it was the oven." England said sheepishly.

"Oof!" Spain grunted as he was, once again, headbutted by Romano.

"You know, I'm wondering if Nincompoop is taking any internal damage from those headbutts." Brooke said.

"I'm more worried about Romano getting brain damage from doing the headbutts." Dakota said.

"So, where should we go to get the costumes?" Brooke asked.

"Well, there is that new costume store in town. Woah, mind your step Romano!" Dakota said, bracing Romano as he staggered after headbutting Spain.

"Cool. Wait, seat belts. We have a total of eight people, so we take two cars." Brooke thought. "I hope we don't get that many more units."

"After brownies." Canada said, pulling freshly baked brownies out of the oven.

(Dakota's Car)

"France! Hands to yourself!" Dakota yelled, driving with her left hand to smack away his hand.

"Bwahaha-hahaha!" England laughed.

"England, stop laughing and keep France from bothering me!" Dakota ordered.

"You are no fun like Méjico!" Spain complained.

"SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!" Dakota barked.

The silence only lasted a minute before France tried to creep his hand over.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Dakota demanded. "Do you think girls enjoy having their personal space invaded?"

"Uh..." France started.

"Don't answer that. I need to explain something to you. Culture on this side of the Atlantic is quite different from Europe. For one, most of us greet each other with anything from a nod to a wave or greeting. Kissing is pretty much restricted to European-raised, couples, married people, grandparents, and whores. Hugs depend on how well you know the person and if they have personal space issues or if they are family. Other greetings depend on the relation between the two people." Dakota stated.

"So you are saying?" France asked.

"Let me put it in kindergarten terms. You no touch me." Dakota said, separating the words.

(Brooke's Car)

"That was a little mean ditching Dakota." Canada said.

"Who cares?" Romano asked.

"We ditched her with France, Spain, and England. She is going to rip off our heads or have France and Spain finally under control." Brooke said. Just then her phone rang, blaring 'Darth Vader's Theme'. "Answer that carefully Canada, that's Dakota."

"Bonjour?" Canada said hesitantly.

"Tell Brooke I am still Supreme Master." Dakota said through the phone.

"Damn it all! How did you manage it?" Brooke said.

"Yelling."

(At the Costume store)

"My own cloak is better than all of these!" Arthur exclaimed. "I'll use it instead."

"Vee! These are so cute!" Feliciano spazzed over the nearby selection of Cat Costumes.

"Hm? I guess so Feliciano." Arthur replied, giving a glare in the opposite direction where Francis was picking out a set of devil horns.

"Oh? They have hockey masks? I guess I could do a hockey ghost. If we get Alfred it would scare him, mehehe-heheh." Matthew laughed softly.

"You costume better be on par with the level your brownies were." Brooke said. "By that I mean flipping awesome."

"Ah, thanks." Matthew smiled.

"Come on Lovino! At least try it on!" Dakota pleaded, holding a Phantom of the Opera mask.

"I am not wearing that mask!" Lovino argued.

"Try it on!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Just try the thing on already! It's just to see how it would look on you." Dakota tried again.

"Heh...fine." Lovino sighed and put on the white mask. "Happy?"

"Meh. You could do a werewolf better. I'll put the mask away." Dakota said.

"Thank you!" Lovino pulled off the mask and handed it back. He looked at the werewolf selection.

"Hey, Antonio!" Dakota turned around. "Antonio? Where'd you go?"

"Nincompoop is missing?" Brooke asked worriedly, a ways away.

"He could be hitting on a girl." Lovino offered.

"He's talking to the cashier." Arthur pointed. The group all looked out around the shelves at the check-out counter, where the annoying Spaniard was talking to the female cashier.

"Of course." Dakota said darkly.

"Hey Nincompoop, did you figure out what you were going to dress up as?" Brooke asked.

The cashier and Antonio laughed at some joke, completely ignoring them.

"Go ahead, it's not like we have anything more important to do today." Lovino scowled.

"Vee? Are we doing something?" Feliciano asked. "We should go out for some gelato~!"

"I don't think they have gelato places here, Feliciano." Arthur said. "All they have are ice cream."

"Vee, that's good too." Feliciano said happily. Lovino rolled his eyes in annoyance.

A/N: I don't know if any of you other manual fic writers decided to include holidays like Halloween, but I'm going to try. Next chapter is probably going to be better, hopefully with more chaos. Halloween is plot-important, so dates are much more important now.

For why all of them didn't have work... uh... they weren't working that day. I seriously need to actually write out work schedules for them... (if you want to suggest jobs or working hours, please do so)

Read and Review please!