Heya! I still own nothing… D:

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Two or three weeks went by, and nothing appeared for anything.

Finally I just kind of forgot about it, and went out shopping again; when I got home I found two very large crates.

One had a cheeseburger stamped on it and the other had a tomato.

Somehow, I managed to squeeze them through my door, and crawled over them to get into my house.

Socks clawed at the wooden panel of Tomato-box as I attempted—and failed, even with a crowbar—to open them.

I noticed two manuals, taped to each box, separately.

I picked the one with the American flag up and read it.

Ha-ha, thought we were scammin' ya huh? ^.^

Here are your Hetalia countries! And that website's name wasn't convincing. :P

To open this crate, play the American national anthem, put on a superhero cartoon or fake an English accent.

Haha, I'm evil! :D.

Open this box by A: making pasta, B: imitating a German accent, or C: cocking a gun or other weapon.

Well, it wasn't like I had any Batman or Superman DVD's anywhere, and I suck at accents…so, I sang the national anthem all on my own.

Oh say, can you see?

By the dawn's early light, what so proudly we hailed as the twilight's last gleaming~

Immediately, the top of the crate flew off and landed on the couch.

I gasped when I saw a life-sized America, sitting upright and staring at me with bright blue eyes.

"Who're you?" He questioned.

"I…I'm Virginia…" I said, wide-eyed.

"Cool, dudette! Nice to meet ya, I'm the U S of A!" America said proudly.

I went and dug out my old 1800's rifle and imitated Germany.

"I'm so sorry I didn't share my wurst with you, Heir Shtick…vat? A box of tomatoes?" I said, poorly imitating Germany himself.

"Hello to you! I'mma box-of-tomatoes fairy! I come in peace, let us be friends and play with each other!" The box suddenly began shaking, and talking in a very Mario-esque accent.

I giggled and cocked the rifle, aiming it teasingly at Italy's box, when he popped out, yelling things about not wanting to die.

"OKAYILIED,I'MNOTABOXOFTOMATOESFAIRYATALL!ISURRENDERIGIVEUPDON'TSHOOTME I DON'T WANT TO DIE!

I'!

IMEANREALLY,I'MAVIRGINANDWHAT'STHEFUNOFSHOOTINGAVIRGIN? DON'TSHOOTTHEVIRGIN,WE'REPATHETICENOUGHASITIS!" Italy squealed, plus more babbling, and waved a white flag.

I set the gun down and helped the wimp out of his box.

"I'm Virginia Franklin. Don't fight." I said dully.

The two countries sighed before beginning slight questioning about what was probably A, how they got here, or B, why were they at my house.

I sighed, then went and watched TV for a while.

Eventually Italy ran to me, crying, with a slight bump on his forehead.

"Virginia, America hit me on the head!" He whined, and I checked his head; sure enough, there was a bump growing quickly.

I sighed, then put on my angry face (which terrified my 7-year-old niece into eating her broccoli) and finding America digging through the fridge.

I grinned 'innocently' and tapped the country on the shoulder.

"America, did you hit Italy, perchance?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, all he did was jabber about pasta! It got frickin' annoying!" He pouted, and I bumped him on the head with a plastic bottle of jalapenos.

"Bad country, no war!" I said, and then I went back to the television and turned on Saw II.

Soon after, Italy and America sat on the couch and watched with interest as the people got killed and whatnot; I yawned while America was shaking, and Italy was curled up in a terrified ball and about as close to me as you can get to someone without being considered a rapist.

"V-Virginia, t-this movie is s-scary!" He sniffled, hiding his face behind my arm.

I aw-ed and yawned again when the movie ended.

"…Well, I'm goin' to sleep. America, be the hero and take the couch, will ya?"

The 'heroic' nation nodded, still quivering in his "bomber" jacket, and saluted shakily.

"Italy, you get the guest room. It's across the hall from mine, and there's a night light in there." I said tiredly.

I got America some blankets and pillows and wandered into my bedroom, flopping onto my black blanket and putting on a red tank top and white-and-blue cloud/star pattern shorts; then I shut my eyes.

After about two minutes a soft but persistent knocking came from my door, and I yawned, irritated and close to sleep.

"Come in…"

Italy wandered in, looking a bit creeped out.

"Hey Virginia, would it be a bother if I stayed with you in here tonight? That movie creeped me out just a little bit…"

I sighed and waved him over to the bed, and he curled up over the covers.

Not long after, he began shivering, and I tapped him on the shoulder.

"…If you're cold, you can sleep under the covers, you know," I said when he turned to look at me, teeth chattering.

He shook his head and I smacked him gently on the arm and got up, finding a warm and fuzzy red blanket and a teddy bear.

He accepted the gifts and fell asleep, snoring loudly soon after.

That's when America wandered in.

"Virginia?" He questioned, and I threw a pillow at him and laughed when it hit him in the face, and he stood in a defensive karate pose.

"What now?" I asked, my expression stone-cold and tired once again.

"I was just wondering if I could stay in here, too…it's just kinda cold out there and—"

"I gave you four heated blankets."

"Okay, fine, I'm scared, okay? Like, really, I am*… that movie was CREEPY!"

"Fine, whatever! Join the frickin' party why don't you!" I muttered, face-planting into the pillow.

I watched him seemingly fly over Italy and I, and he was soon asleep and curled up in a ball.

I feel like I could die of all the cute fluffiness radiating from the two nations… X3