"You sure you will be alright?" Clyde asked, staring down at Charlie while she shrugged on her galaxy backpack.

"I'm sure," Charlie replied with a grin up at her older siblings. How and why are they so tall? She thought with a mental sigh.

The Marshall twins were both blessed with a height of 6'0, while Charlie stood at exactly 5'0… She really got the short end of that stick.

"Be sure to call us if you need anything, okay?" Cody added while nervously tapping his fingers on his thigh.

"I will."

"Alright-y then," Cody responded.

"We'll miss you." Clyde put in after a few seconds of silence. Goodbye's were never easy for members of the Marshall family.

"Oh yeah, definitely. Visit anytime you'd like," Cody said, glad that they didn't drift into an awkward silence.

"Just call first, okay?" Clyde reminded. "Don't show up out of the blue and expect me to take you in without good reason."

"I got it, King." Charlie answered, mentioning Clyde's nickname so that her older sibling would smile. Clyde gave the youngest sibling a grin, even though her plan was pretty obvious.

"That looks like your bus." Cody noticed as the blue travel bus with the white stripe down the middle turned the corner.

"Looks like. Bye, Code." Charlie hugged Cody, the boy giving his sister a tight squeeze. "Bye, Kent." Charlie hugged her oldest sibling like a koala would a tree. Clyde gave a reassuring squeeze before ruffling up the girl's hair. "Hey!" Charlie shrieked before she hit Clyde's chest lightly.

"See yah, pipsqueak," Clyde said, half-raising a hand in farewell.

"Later, squirt," Cody added, hands stuck in his blue jacket pockets.

"Bye, nerds. Stay cool!" With that, Charlie hopped on the shuttle bus back to her college.

The Marshall twins stared at the bus for a little bit neither of them speaking before the youngest broke the silence.

"Why… why did she shave half her head?" Cody asked while glancing at his older sibling.

"I honestly do not know." Clyde answered with a 'what can yah do' expression.

"Think she'll be okay?" Cody questioned.

"Yeah…" Nod from Clyde.

"Did she seem shorter to you?"

"She's just really small."

"Legally not a midget."

"Just by one inch."

"So close…"

"Did she call us nerds?" Clyde asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yep."

"Should we get back at her?"

"Maybe later. Tourist season's over so you're free, but I still have work to do."

"Charlie's right. You are a nerd." Clyde then walked back to the car, not waiting for Cody to say something else.

"Aye!"

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"Well… Cody's gone into work and won't be back for a while." Clyde said aloud while making a list of things to do this week and pacing through the first floor. "I've already catalogued my profits, and as long as everything stays good at the diner, I'll only need to work somewhere for above minimum wage before I start getting people again. I still have to go through the rooms; change the bed sheets, clean, vacuum, dust, and make sure nothing broke. Didn't 201 say that their toilet wasn't working? Have to fix that. Charlie said something about ordering me a birthday present, said the order form was emailed to me. It should arrive sometime soon, whatever it is. Put on clothes?"

Clyde paused in the living room that was adjacent to the dining room. Only a pair of red flannel boxers and a gray undershirt were worn by the eldest Marshall.

"Nah! I'm not going anywhere for a while, plus nobody's here. Okay. Check email. Call mum and da, see how they're doing. Reapply for scholarships. Video chat with Mey-Leen. Weed eat the backyard. Do I want to start a garden? Eh… Maybe, I'll talk to Cody about it. Maybe I can provide some fresh vegetables for him to use in cooking." Clyde continued, but stopped to take a sip of some tea on the long dining room table. "Ah~. That's good. Right-"

DING DONG!

"Answer the door." Clyde added and placed the hot cup of tea down on the table.

"Yes?" The oldest Marshall said after opening the front door, still having not put any more clothes on.

"Are you Clyde Marshall?" A girl in a brown uniform and matching hat with a green flying bunny on it asked. She looked down and saw that Clyde wasn't wearing any jeans or anything and quickly looked to her left. "Oh, gosh."

"Yes, that's me," Clyde answered, not even fazed.

"Um… you need to… um…" Clyde waited patiently as the girl stuttered over her words, her face turning bright red as she tried to look at Clyde again and again.

"Julie?" Clyde asked, the girl's head shot up. "What is it?"

"How… how did you know my name?" Julie looked up with wide eyes at the six-foot even Marshall.

"Your name tag," Clyde replied, gesturing to the nametag that read 'Hiya, my name's JULIE'.

Neither of them said anything for a few moments.

"Do you need emergencies services?" Clyde asked, seriously about to go call 911. There will be nobody dying on my property!

"No!" Julie shouted, making Clyde blink in surprise. "Sign this please!" Julie shoved an electronic clipboard in Clyde's direction before running back to a van that also had an image of a green winged rabbit. "I'll go get it!"

Clyde and signed the clipboard as Julie came back with a humongous wooden crate on a moving dolly and started wheeling it up.

"I'll just put this inside." Julie said, swiping the board as she walked past Clyde.

Once it was in the living room, Julie threw a pamphlet at Clyde before sprinting out and slamming the door shut behind her.

"Thank you for your patronage!"

"Okay... Why did she say 'patronage'?" Clyde stared at the giant wooden crate just sitting in the living room. The crate was probably eight feet tall and large enough to hold a hippo.

Clyde looked down at the pamphlet and let out a resigned sigh.

"I know what's going on here," Clyde said flopping on the couch in front of the crate. "Freakin' Hetalia Units," Clyde mumbled into the couch cushions.

Out of all the people, why me? Clyde thought while sitting up and gesturing with the pamphlet.

I mean, this normally happens to teenage girls who are super obsessed with the show and live in a mansion or somethin'. They live with their parents who are abusive, or the parents aren't there. The girl also has satanic friends or something (these friends for some reason live in the mansion with her), or no friends at all, and has no siblings. The girl also had a bad childhood, basically shrieks at everything a unit does, passes out for some reason, and says the f-word far too often my for liking. Or the protagonist tries to shag every unit that comes through the mansion door.

That's not me. Clyde thought with an air of finality.

I only watched the free clips on YouTube. Yes, I thought about getting the series but was too lazy to. And sure, I might have read a few fanfics, but I never really got into it. Plus, I'm 23, almost 24, pretty sure I'm not a teenager anymore.

Clyde got off the couch, deep in thought. The oldest Marshall then started pacing to and fro and mouthing the some of the thought words, not even noticing the action.

And okay, this place is big, but it's a bed and breakfast, not even remotely a mansion. Heck, some of my guests were a little pissy because they didn't have their own bathrooms and had to use the hall one. Besides, this place was either gonna be bought or torn down when we moved here and nothing else was for sale that was in livable condition. There's enough room for about twenty people to live in comfortably, maybe more if people were cool with bunk beds (they weren't, but bunk beds are cool). It also needs some repairs, too, but I can work on that later.

My parents aren't abusive, a little expectant, but not horrible. I had an okay childhood, I guess. I don't think my friends are satanic, that's not normally something that comes up in conversation. Wait, are they satanic?

Clyde then thought about the group of people that were considered friends.

Monica owns a flower shop and visits her grandpa in the nursing home on Saturdays. Her parents run a hardware store here in town so if things don't work out on the botanical end, she has something to fall back on. Truthfully, she's a fraidy cat but a sweet girl. I once saw her jump out an open window to get away from a black widow spider. So, she's out.

Phillip works at a day-care and sometimes tries to teach the little kids French. He can't stomach blood, and will dramatically faint into my arms even if he sees some, or not, I personally think he just likes to faint. He can't handle his liquor either, New Year's was a testament to that. He's also out.

Leslie is an assistant librarian, but training to be an ophthalmologist. She was raised on a farm about fifteen minutes from town that her parents own. She wrote a psychology paper on Jeffrey Dahmer once in college… She's a maybe.

And Kevin works as a waiter, is in grad school, and has been married to his husband for two years. I met him a few times, pretty sure his name is Zachary or somethin'; he's a nice guy. They're thinking of adoptin' and are currently holding various arguments over wall and accent colors, they even dragged me into one. I didn't know the difference between maroon and burgundy before, but I do now! Yeah, they're also out.

Joyce is an elementary PE coach and teaches fitness classes on the weekends. Some people might think she's crazy, but she just reallygets into football. I remember when I actually had to hold her back from jumping on the teenage referee because he gave one of her players a red card for tripping one of the other team's strikers. Plus, she's in Canada visiting family at the moment. She's out as well.

No, I don't think any of my friends are Satanists.

"I have two siblings. One, a twin I get confused for a lot. The other, a short sister who I just figured out has an inferiority complex." Clyde didn't even notice the transition between thinking and speaking.

"Personally, I don't shriek. I'm not a fan of horror movies and if someone scares me they get injured in some way. The only time I fainted was once and it was from low blood sugar. I am not one for cursing, though I have been told that I let a few swears slip when I'm mad. Charlie, Cody, and even all my friends can testify that I do not tolerate cursing anywhere near me. I once flipped a guy over a table at a bar because he called Monica the term for a female dog." Clyde continued.

"Then there's the final issue. Truly, I think I would get sick if even thought about-" The sentence ended abruptly as Clyde's face took a greenish tint. The oldest Marshall tried to finish the previous sentence but started gagging.

After a few dry heaves into the kitchen sink and a calming sip of chai tea, Clyde was finally back to normal and continued pacing.

"So, why do I now have a unit, or- Oh, who am I kidding, I'm probably getting more." Clyde realized that carpet was ruffled from the pacing.

"Wait, Charlie said she got me a… birthday present… I swear if she got me Hetalia Units…" Clyde sighed and dragged a hand through the ginger hair that all the Marshall children share. "That girl… She better have not charged them to me."

Clyde sat up and blinked at the crate.

"Might as well start the crazy." Clyde got up and walked towards the crate. "This is stupid, this is stupid, this is stupid."

Clyde looked down at the pamphlet again and sighed once more. "Why me?" Clyde groaned.

'Congratulations, you are now the owner of a MATHIAS KØHLER unit.'

"Right then." Clyde placed the manual on the couch and went out of the room.

About a minute later, the oldest Marshall came back with a polished crow bar.

Thank you, Monica, for the friend/ family discount! Clyde thought while using the crow bar. 15% off all purchases really helped me out… I should visit Mr. and Mrs. Evans sometime, take them out to dinner or cook for them. Something to show my appreciation. I'll call Monica and see if they are busy this Friday or ask whenever they're free.

Clyde popped the front open and threw the crow bar on the couch too. The Marshall twin then stared down at the person in the crate.

Literally, there was a person in the crate. A person who looked a lot like Denmark. The guy had the red shirt and black tie, the black overcoat, the black hat, even the wild, blonde hair down pact.

"Wait, is he breathing?" Clyde asked, while sticking a hand under the unit's nose.

Nothing.

"Oh, crud." Clyde dove for the manual and quickly turned to the page on how to wake him up. "'Yank on his tie and call loudly for him'. That's it?" Clyde flipped to the first page, not reading the rest of the instructions. "What can I call him? 'Denmark, Danmark, Den, Mathias, or Brother', right then." The Marshall dropped the manual on the couch, not bothering to read the rest of it. Bad habit.

Clyde then walked up to the unit and pulled harshly on his tie, yanking him up. The unit's eyes jerked open and he stumbled to his feet.

"Hey, Denmark! You alive? Mathias, you weren't breathing! Hello?" Clyde shouted at the unit after letting go of his tie.

Mathias was rubbing his neck and staring at the coffee table with a blank expression on his face. Clyde looked at the coffee table as well.

Is there something on the table? The oldest Marshall thought before noticing a faint stain lined into the wood. It was very faint, like someone had tried really to scrub it up before it stained, but failed.

How did that happen? Clyde sighed. I'm gonna have to get another coffee table, aren't I? The Marshall twin turned back to the unit who was still gazing at the table. He hasn't spoken yet.

"Den? Excuse me?" Clyde waved a hand in front of the unit's face. "Uh, you want me to call you Brother or somethin'?"

That got his attention.

"You'd call me Brother?" Denmark asked while looking up at his new owner.

"Sure, I don't see why not." Clyde shrugged.

"Call me Brother, please."

"Brother, now would you-" Clyde was cut off as the unit freaking attacked. Denmark leaped at his new owner and tightly hugged the 23 year-old.

Mother Mary on a boat! Clyde thought while being squeezed by the overexcited Dane. What is happening?

"I'll be the best brother ever." Mathias proclaimed, not letting go. "And this time, my owner's going to be my brother too. What's your name?"

Clyde froze at that. The Denmark unit was still cuddling the oldest Marshall Child.

"My name's Clyde Marshall. And I can't be your brother." Clyde answered.

"Why not?" Mathis looked up at the taller-than-him owner with watery eyes.

"Because I'm a girl."

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A/N What? Yes, Clyde's a female. And do you know how hard it is to write when you're trying not to give away your main character's gender? It's, as my friend would put it, more difficult than battling Sans on Genocide run.

Moving on, multiple characters are still on the table, PM me or leave your request in the reviews and I'll get back to you on how to work that character into the story.

Thanks for reading, see yah later.