The Misadventures of Virginia Chapter 6: Beer, Tomatoes and Cheese, oh my!, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

Chapter 6! Hehe, whee!

When I reach chapter 10 I'm going to flip out and give everyone big hugs (only if they review) and maybe a one-shot of their choosing! :3

But again, only if they review! (And if they want a one-shot to begin with.)

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Enough of my ramblings, on to the story!

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I woke up the next morning to hear loud commotion…again.

It's been…what…three days since I got these so-called "units"?

I'm already partially insane, without their help.

I sighed and got up begrudgingly from my warm (set on 9) heated blanket…I don't want to go…but I have to make sure no one was burning anything down…!

I stuck my feet into my awesome fluffy slippers, and shuffled out to the living room—to find one of the largest crates I've ever seen.

In my life.

EVER.

I looked at it, and calculated the percentages that it could be another (or more than one) unit—it was a good 64 percent.

When I noticed the (three) manila folders, all neatly stacked one on top of another, the chances went up by 26%.

I yawned, still half-asleep, and muttered something I didn't even understand as I picked the first folder up and began scanning through it—

BA-DUM.

I clutched at my heart, wide-eyed—am I having a frickin' heart attack?

No, there's no pain in my arm… just my chest…

I ended up screaming out anyway.

Germany and Russia ran into the living room from the kitchen (oh dear) and helped me stand.

I felt my heart beating like a drum.

OF COURSE I'D GET THIS NUTCASE!

I got…no, I can't….not him…he's pervy…!

And now you know why I'm spazzing out about it.

Germany picked up the folder in-question and it only took the first line for him to facepalm:

Congratulations on receiving your GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT unit!

Russia kept me propped up against his chest (he's very warm…) and when I regained the ability to stand on my own, I stumbled over to the crates and popped the top off.

Hm, that was easy…OH DEAR LORD.

There are THREE crates inside this ONE.

Stupid Bad Touch Trio… I kicked the boxes and immediately regretted it—wood is painful to toes, even those guarded by fuzzy slippers.

Stupid Flying Mint Bunny company… I pouted.

Lessee…Spain seems to be the least likely to try and seize my vital regions (or anyone else's for that matter, I hope) so I'll open him first.

I read through the activation options, and evilly decided that my revenge would involve a certain red fruit unit (I really don't care less if it's a fruit or a vegetable anyway).

This is what the Spanish man gets for waking me up before noon!

I opened the box, and found the little tomato "unit", activated it, and proceeded to Chuck Norris it out the nearby window.

"MI TOMATE!" Spain screamed, bursting out of his box, and basically flew through the window after the red object.

When he returned, I told him to sit on the couch like a good little tomato (which he did) and decided, now that I was "awake", I would go for the challenge of waking Prussia up next.

After flipping through the manual, sniggering at a few of the mentions in it, I finally decided to go with option 2.

I walked over to the piano that sat so silently (for now) and sat on the stool, cracked my knuckles, and began playing the Moonlight Sonata, op.27, no. 2, 1st movement (Austria would be so proud.)

I positioned my left hand over C and G, and my right over C and E flat, and began playing the song happily.

I heard a quiet shifting of boxness, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a pair of red eyes staring at me.

Check…mate!

I grinned and did a ninja-flip when Prussia pounced, and had him pinned to the ground by his own left arm.

"LET THE AWESOME ME GO!" He stormed.

"Nyet~!" I said happily, and he began squirming angrily.

That caused the Chibis to come from their rooms (finally) rubbing their eyes, very adorably.

"Ginny…w-why's that git here?" Arthur asked, trying to sound tough, although he only measured about 3-foot-6 at the most—it was cute to say the least.

"I have absolutely no clue. Go have a muffin, okay? Bring me a frying pan. I have to get the Frenchie."

Arthur merely nodded and the chibis retreated into the kitchen, and I thumbed through France's manual.

Singing in French sounded simple enough…I dove into the recesses of my mind to find the lyrics to the national anthem.

I took French in high school, just to clear the question of how I know it up.

After a moment of silence (besides Prussia ranting about his "awesomeness") I remembered, and burst into song with the best French accent I could muster (it was pretty good):

Allons enfants de la patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'étendard sanglant est levé
Entendez vous dans les campagnes,
Mugir ces féroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
Egorger nos fils, nos compagnes! *

France popped out of his box and cheered, and began singing along, even after I stopped.

I decided to take that time to reprogram him to be less rape-like…if possible.

I finished thumbing through the manuals, and sighed—Prussia and Spain were talking about something that I wasn't paying attention to.

"Listen to me, all three of you," I said, holding France at arms-length by his face—he was reaching for my chest.

"Si, senora?" Spain questioned innocently.

"My name is Virginia Franklin, and you are in my house. You will do as I say, when I say, and there will be no bloodshed as long as I'm still living. Get it? Got it? Doubt it." I said, putting on a slightly demanding tone.

The trio nodded, and I smiled quite happily.

"Good~! Now, let me show you all to your rooms!" I almost sang.

The group looked at each other, wide-eyed and cautious, before shrugging and following me—but first I grabbed the book that came with France.

I showed them to quite a few guest rooms, and stapled a paper displaying their flags on the doors, before letting them explore the house.

Of course, France decided to stay by my side—I kept my distance from his touchy-feely hands.

"So, mon Cherie, you speak French?"

"Da. I also speak Russian, Spanish, Italian, Greek and German….I know a lot of Japanese, but my first language is English." I replied dully, not really caring what the 'frog' says.

"I see…" The Frenchie replied, apparently 'deep in thought'.

After a bit of monotonous touring, we ended up back in the living room, where Italy and Spain were probably talking about Romano or tomatoes or something.

I sighed and then went to check on the chibis.

When I found them in their room, playing videogames, I had to let out a little giggle.

Is it wrong, to feel like you're the mother of countries thousands of years old?

Because if it is, I don't want to be right.

"Hey guys, c'mere for a minute…" I said, and the chibis scrambled over.

I leaned in close, and motioned for them to huddle up football-style, which America did instantly—Arthur looked a bit confused, until I waved him over and he joined the huddle.

"You guys wanna go see what everyone's up to?"

Two nods.

"Alright then…let's go!" I said, pulling the chibis into my arms and then onto my shoulders.

"Whee! I'm just like a superhero!" America shouted, raising a hand to imitate flight.

I just laughed.

After a while I yawned again, and explained the rules to the new group of units, and sighed.

I feel like I'm part of some big, dysfunctional, multicultural, unusual family…

I went into the kitchen and put a kettle filled with water on the stove to boil, and when it was done I found some instant hot chocolate mix, added in French Vanilla coffee creamer, and sat on the couch in the living room, watching TV until I literally passed out.

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Chapter 6 took a while, I know…don't hurt me, please, I have a hamster and two cats! *hides behind France* …hehe, Big Brother France will protect me!

I hope.

Translations:

MI TOMATE! = MY TOMATO! (Spanish)

Nyet~! = No~! (Russian)

Arise children of thefatherland,
The dayof glory has arrived
Against usfrom tyranny
Thebloody flagis raised
Youhearin the countryside,
The howling of thesefearsome soldiers?
They come right intoour arms
Cut the throats ofourson, our friends! (French)

Si, senora? = Yes, ma'am? (Spanish)

Ma Cherie = my dear (French)

Da = yes (Russian)

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