I can't believe I'm already on the fourth chapter... On a completely unrelated note, my enter button is sticking. DX

Alright, everyone! I have a challenge for you. Do you want a prizefic? I'll write one for you if you can answer my question in a review. The question is this. If you got stuck on a deserted island, what would you bring with you? Which Hetalia character would you want with you? Tell me why. I'll choose my favorite answer.

I'll share with you MY answer on the next chapter. XD

RULES FOR THE PRIZEFIC:

1. Keep the main characters within the main Allies/Axis Powers characters. I don't really know anyone else well enough, sorry. However, I will add to that list Prussia, Switzerland, Lichenstein (her name's spelt wrong most likely), Romano, Spain (SPA-FREAKING-MANO. You agree, no? :3), and Canada.

2. No M-rated fics. Seriously, you do NOT want to see me try to write that. O.o

3. No FrUK. I know a LOT of people like that pairing, but I really don't. France is just... ugh. I prefer USUK, really. I can't really think of any other pairings I won't do... Oh, thought of one. ChinaxRussia(Isn't it ChuRus?). I don't know why I don't like them, I just really don't...

4. Oneshots only. If I REALLY like the idea and I think I can get more out of it, I'll write a chapter fic.

5. GO CRAZY. Like, seriously. I love weird fics. Trying to convince my friend Avrel the Teller to actually put up her story about Italy growing a mustache. You guys all would read it, right?

6. Okay, here's how I like my suggestions. You want a pairing or a few, put it in there. You got a plot in mind, put it in there as well. But give me some things to work with, like randoms items. Bubbles. A desk. A broken TV. A dinosaur. Whatever you think of, and I'll try to find SOME way to put it in there. xD Please limit it to, like, seven items.

So have your requests ready in case you win!

Disclaimer: I own zip, zilch, zero. Nada. LolliDictator owns the manuals I use. Read. Them. You will not regret it.

-/Hetalia/-

"Dude! Give. Me. The remote!" Alfred and Ivan were on the couch, playing Tug-o'-War with the remote. "I want to watch Deep Fried Paradise!"

"Nyet," Ivan growled, pulling the remote towards himself. "I am going to watch Pawn Stars[1]. Why would I watch people eat those disgusting things that pass as food in this country?"

I groaned from my position on the floor. "Guys, please-"

"Mine!"

"Nyet."

"Guys-" I tried again.

"Commie!"

"Ublyudok[2]."

"Urgh!" I threw my hands up into the air in exasperation and stormed off into the kitchen. I could stil hear them arguing in the living room. Suddenly there was a crash and an 'oops' from Alfred. I ran out to find the long table behind the couch knocked over. My lamp was smashed, as was the vase of sunflowers.

"Sorry, Sash," Al said. "I got the remote away from the commie but I kinda flipped over the couch when he let go suddenly." He shrugged and turned on his show.

Ivan was staring at the knocked over flowers. He squatted down and picked one up slowly.

"ALFRED! You destroyed my flowers! Damn it!" I bent over and picked another one of the flowers, handing it to the frozen Russian. I started to pick up the broken piece of the vase but cut myself. "Ouch!" I winced and looked at my finger, blood pooling slowly.

"You are okay, da?" Ivan said, grabbing my wrist and twisting it to see the small cut. He giggled slightly and I pulled my hand away.

"I'm fine," I said, scowling. I finished cleaning up and shoved all the flowers in Ivan's arms. "Better do sometthing with those, Ivan. They might die soon."

Ivan's eyes widened slightly and looked down at the flowers. He gave a small nod. He looked sad, I thought. Well, fine. He can be sad. He cared more about the flowers than me. I went upstairs and heard yells below and more crashing. Ivan was probably getting revenge for the flowers from Al. Good for him.

I didn't want anymore of these things. I flipped through Al's extra copy manual and saw the number. Hey, maybe I could cancel these things? Why did it never occur to me? I grabbed my cell from my pocket and dialed the number.

"Hello. This is Flying Mint Bunny Co. If you recieved a unit you did not order, press one. If you got an alternate version of a unit in the box, press two. If your unit is trying to kill/rape you(STILL FREAKY), press three. If you need an item for your unit, press four. If you would like to discuss the units with someone and your problem is not listed, press five." I quickly pressed five and heard a man answer.

"This is the unlisted desk, how may we help you?" He had some sort of Southern drawl and I could barely understand him.

"Um, I would like to talk about canceling my order?" I fiddled with a loose thread on my cardigan.

"Can I have your name please?"

"Sasha Colins."

"Gimme a second.." I heard typing and he soon came back. "Miss, I am so sorry, but we can't cancel your order. You won them as a prize. I can offer you the 'share with friends' plan if you would like to cut back on how many you get. Every so often one will be sent to a friend of your choice. It will greatly cut back-"

I could give some of these annoying things to someone? A evil grin slowly spread across my face, and my eyes narrowed. "Haha... HAHAHA...MUWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NYWEHEHEHEHEH! REVEEENGE!" I gripped the phone tightly and continued laughing into it. I fell back onto my bed and kicked my legs into the air, rolling on my back side to side.

"Uh.. Miss?" The man sounded almost scared. "A-are you... alright?"

I immediantly sobered up. "Ah, yes, sorry. About that friend plan..."

-/Hetalia/-

That was taken care of. It turned out I could only set up one friend, so one of them was safe... For now. "Nyweheh..." I held back more evil laughter. It was Al's turn. I called the home phone, for once glad I had not bothered to get a home phone with caller ID.

"Yeah, hey?" Alfred had answered. Excellent...

I breathed into the phone. "Seeveen days," I croaked into the phone.

"E-e-excuse me?" Alfred squeaked. I could hear his teeth chattering. I had to stifle laughter as I imagined him shaking and Ivan watching him. I swore I almost heard chuckling in the background.

"Seven days," I croaked again before swiftly hanging up.

Silence. And then...

"SAAAAASH!" The supposed 'hero' started tearing up the stairs and barged into my room. His eyes were overflowing with tears. "S-S-S-Sasha! I'm scared! I-I just got a call..."

"You got a call?" I asked, sounding surprised. I really should take up acting, I sniggered to myself.

"Y-yeah! A-and it was th-that girl f-from t-the..." He gulped. "Th-The R-R-R-Ring!"

"Oh no. Poor Al." I patted him on the back and walked downstairs, leaving him behind.

"DON'T LEAVE MEEE!"

This actually might be pretty annoying for me too...

"Al, go hide under your bed. Maybe she won't find you there?" I looked back at the trembling man.

"GOOD IDEA!" He ran off to go back upstairs.

I walked outside and into the shed. I took out the majority of the vodka bottles (how Ivan had managed to already drink most of the 300 bucks worth of vodka is beyond me) and opened them, emptying the clear liquid onto the ground. I refilled the empty bottles up with hose water and carried them inside. "I brought you in some more vodka, Ivan." I smiled sweetly at him.

Ivan smiled back. "Da, spasibo, defender of men." He took a bottle from me and took a gulp. His eyes widened and he looked at it before taking another drink.

"Something the matter?" I looked at him concerningly.

"Ah... nyet.." Russia said, sitting down with his bottle, occasionally taking a hesitant sip.

"Welp, I'm going out. I'll be back soon, please don't kill or destory anything, Braginski." I grabbed my keys.

He nodded without looking at me.

I really should be an actress.

-/Hetalia/-

"Hey, Audrey. What's up?" I walked into my friend's house, not bothering to knock.

Audrey skidded to a stop in front of me. "You bring the guys?" She looked around franticaly for the objects of her desire.

"No. Why the hell would I bring them over here?" I brushed past her and went to her room.

"Whaddya doin'?" Audrey looked confused as I looked through her bookshelf.

"Revenge," I cackled, throwing a handful of her manga books at her. She shrieked and ducked. I took a few more and tossed them out her window before tucking most of the ones left and dashed out of there. I could hear her feet pounding behind me and I thanked God that she did not have a car. I hopped into mine and tore outta there, tires screeching. I threw another one out of the window at her. She was spewing curses that sailors would be ashamed of. "YOU SPEAK TO YOUR MOTHER WITH THAT MOUTH?" I screamed back at her. I then got out of there, laughing like a crazy person.

I soon got back to my house, giggling as I walked in. Ivan was sitting in the middle of the living room, surrounded by empty vodka bottles. His hair was messed up and his eyes were wide.

"Sasha... I've drinken so much vodka it tastes like water does, da? It no longer gets me drunk at all." He gripped the front of my shirt. "Help me, podruga. I cannot live without my vodka."

I stepped backwards. I didn't know it would be this bad. "Um.. I-Ivan?" I slowly pulled his hand off of my shirt and set it on his lap. "It was... a, um, trick. Revenge for making me dance in the rain."

Ivan stared at me for a second and a smile spread across his face. "Kolkolkolkol... You... switched my vodka with water?" He slowly stood up, towering over me.

My door suddenly flew open. Damn it, I forgot to lock it! "Sasha.." Audrey was there, carrying manga covered in mud and dirt. "You defiled my poor manga... YOU ARE DEAD!" She screamed and ran towards me, and I started running away, scared for my life. Ivan followed behind Audrey with his faucet pipe in his hand.

Maybe I'd hide with America.

-/Hetalia/-

A week later, after Audrey, Ivan, and Alfred had calmed down, I was looking through the ads in the newspaper. "We really have to get jobs," I informed the two guys eating slightly burnt scrambled eggs across from me.

"Aww, whyyy," Al whined, buttering toast.

"Because my previous income has stopped and you guys are eating/drinking up all my savings," I told him bluntly, folding up the paper.

"Don't blame me for the alcohol! I only drink occasionally. I bought one case of beer. One!" He jerked his thumb at Ivan. "Blame 'vodka is Russian fuel' over here."

"It is," Ivan protested.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," I sighed. "We all need to get jobs either way. Even you America."

Al made a sad face and poked at his eggs.

"I found a few promising jobs for myself, so I'm going into town today. You two can stay here and-" I was interrupted.

"But we will be going with you, defender of men," Ivan said calmly and took a bite of toast.

"What? No, guys."

Alfred banged his fist on the table. "Of course we are! We can't let you go alone! 'Sides, then we can look for jobs too! You cannot deny us the job-looking! We have rights! At least, I do! Because I'm A FREE AMERICAN!"

I facepalmed. "Fine, you can come."

"WOOHOO!" America fistpumped. Ivan grinned at me as I put my plate in the sink.

"Then are we leaving now, da?" Ivan got up and put his plate in the sink as well.

"Yeah," I said, taking my keys of the counter. "Will you two behave, please?"

"The hero ALWAYS behaves," Alfred shouted. "Shotgun!" He raced outside and Ivan and I followed.

"Alfred?" Ivan asked as Al slid into the passenger seat beside me. Oh, please, tell me he's not going to...

"Yeah, commie bastard?" Alfred looked up at the Russian. "I called shotgun, so get in the back."

"Nyet. The seat next to my podruga is mine." He smiled at America slowly.

I hit my head against the wheel. Headwheeling, if you will. I stared at the car floor and heard scuffling beside me. When I looked over, Russia sat there looking content. In the backseat was a sobbing American. "B-but th-the h-h-hero called sh-shotgun..."

"But this is my seat, da?" Russia twisted around to smile at Al, who glared back.

"Just put on your seatbelts, you two. You're worse than Audrey and Madge."

They did as I asked them to and I pulled out of the driveway, cursing the day I won these things.

-/Hetalia/-

We soon reached town and I pulled into a empty parking lot. "We're going to walk around town and see what we can find, okay?"

"Yes, sir!" Al got out and saluted me. I smacked him over the head.

"I am not a sir, Al." I huffed and started walking. The two guys walked beside me and I could see girls almost drooling over them. Right, forgot they were hot as well as annoying.

"Hey, excuse me?" A girl walked up to Ivan and tugged on his scarf, letting out a tiny giggle. "Why are you wearing a scarf? It's sooooo hot out."

At the same time more people were coming up to Alfred and a few others went to Ivan. Oh God I was trapped by girls who thought Alfred and Ivan were sex on two legs.

"I cannot take it off. It is very important to me, da?" Ivan smiled down at the girl, creepiness slowly turning up. The girl just giggled again, oblivious.

"That's kinda cool. Hey, you with this girl or wanna come and hang out with me?" She hugged his arm and fluttered her eyelashes.

From my other side I could girls admiring Alfred's muscles. "Yeah, so of course I, the hero, am strong! I could lift up three of you chicks!"

I rolled my eyes. "Have fun, Al. You too, Ivan. Meet me at the car in a few hours, okay?" I started to walk off, only to be stopped my a hand on top of my head and one gripping my arm.

"Dude, I told you we're coming with!" It was Alfred gripping my arm. So by that logic...

Ivan pulled me backwards, making me lean back and look up at him. "Da. Do not think you can get out of it that easily." He looked over to the girl. "And nyet, I do not want to go with you. I shall stay with comrade Sasha."

The girl flipped her hair and walked away. "Whatever. You're not that cute anyways."

"Let me go, Ivan," I sputtered. "You're hurting my back!" I was bent backwards and it really started to hurt after a few minutes.

"Defender of men, those girls called be cute earlier. Am I cute?" He watched me from above, keeping his hand on my head and holding me back still.

"And hey, they called me hot! Am I hot, Sash? C'mon, tell me!" Al intruded my line of sight as well. "Cause we're not gonna let you up until you tell us! Right, commie?" Ivan nodded, ignoring the commie jab.

My face went red as I answered, "Well, y-yeah. Ivan, you're cute. And y-yeah Al. You could be classified under... hot."

The both grinned and let me go, and I leaned forwards with a hand to my back. "Oooow," I groaned, twisting to try to pop my sore back.

"Well, let's go, dude," Alfred said, hitting me on the back and efficiently popping it.

I suddenly tackle-hugged him. "THANK. YOU. I HAVE BEEN TRYING THAT AAAALLLL DAY!"

"Uh... you're welcome?" He coughed. "I mean... THAT'S WHAT HEROES ARE FOR!" He hugged me back.

"Let's go, da?" Ivan said, purple aura coming from him.

"YES! TO THE JOB SEARCH!" I yelled, pointing forwards. I ran ahead, followed by a laughing Alfred and a silent Ivan. We soon reached the mall, a place of many jobs. We went into the first place, a resturant hiring waitresses. Let's just say that we got kicked out for 'distracting the waitresses with eye-candy'.

Could I take these guys anywhere without girls freaking out over them?

The next stop was a clothing shop. A beach blonde teenage girl was the manager, and her gum popping was.. so... annoying. The place wasn't my normal style, but if it paid reasonably, I wouldn't mind working here.

I shoved Al and Ivan into a rack of clothes nonchalantly before going up to her.

"You here to apply -pop!- for the job?" She chewed her gum and looked me up and down. I felt a bit subconscious of my outfit: a pair of black shorts with a white t-shirt and a black and green vest, and a white hat to top it off. "Well, you're a bit -pop!- different than who we usually -pop!- hire, but you'll -pop!- do, I guess." She shrugged. "So why do you want to -pop!- work here?"

"Well, I needed a job," I said, wincing as she popped her gum over and over again, "and I saw the ad in the paper. I like to help people find.. um.. can you stop?" I finally asked, sick of the noise.

"Stop -pop!- what?" She put a hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow. And popped again.

"Popping," I hissed through gritted teeth.

"What? Why -pop!-? Does it -pop!- bother you?"

"No, I just asked because I'm enjoying it too much," I said sarcastically, eyes narrowing.

"Well, sor-pop!-ry. No need to -pop!- be rude." She kept popping.

I blew up. "No, YOU are the rude one! SHUT UP YOUR DAMN POPPING AND FIND SOMEONE ELSE." I turned around and walked out, pulling Ivan and Al with me. I turned my head and saw her jaw drop at the sight of them. Good. I hope her gum fell out.

I few failed interviews and a couple hours later I sat at Starbucks, exhausted. I sipped my ice coffee, trying to think of a place I could work at.

"Dude!" Alfred said, sitting down next to me and across from Ivan. "I just got a job at that store that sells EVERYTHING! I'm supposed to demonstrate products and get people to buy them!" He took a drink of his coffee.

"Good for you," I said. How could that IDIOT get a job before me? Damn charismatic smile...

"Defender of men, shall we leave then?" Ivan watched me, smiling softly and creepily. I nodded.

"Yeah, sure." I stood up and pushed my chair back. I made sure to grab my coffee, and I drank it slowly as we walked out into the blinding sun. As my eyes adjusted as we walked, I noticed something. A small bookshop. On the window it said 'Cafe bookshop! We're so many things you won't know what to do first!' My eye twitched before I saw the sign on the door. 'Help Wanted'

Well, it was worth a try. I gestured for the others to follow me and I walked in. There was a sweet 'ding' of a bell and a woman appeared.

She seemed to be around nineteen, twenty, and she wore glasses over her brown eyes. Her hair was a nice sandy brown, but there was one odd part. There were light blue streaks through her hair and the tips of her long hair were dark blue. She wore a silver, black, and white maid-style uniform with a poofy skirt and a apron. "Hello," she said, smiling at Ivan, Alfred, and me. "I'm Jenny. How can I help you- Is that... Russia and America?"

Oh, fuuuuuuuck... "Heh... yeah?"

"What, no France?" She pouted, crossing her arms unhappily. "Not even England?"

"Hopefully not," I muttered under my breath. I don't think I could deal with France. I'd end up killing him. "Um, a-anyways, I'm here to apply for the job?" I was actually doubting this place. If I had to wear that uniform...

"You want a job here?" Jenny looked pleasantly surprised. "And you like Hetalia? What's your name?"

"Yes, yes, and Sasha," I replied to each of her questions in order.

"You're hired!"

"Wha...?" She had asked me a total of three questions, one of them asking what my name was!

"If I can find someone who wants to work here, likes Hetalia, and has a cool name like that, then why look further?" Jenny grinned, aand I quickly realized something. She was craaaazyyy. "Besides, I have to keep you around! Russia and America are following you around!"

I nodded, still weirded out.

"Okay, so we'll measure you for your uniform tomorrow." Hell, I did have to wear that... Suddenly my phone went off.

"Um, let me get this," I said, pulling out my phone as she nodded. I answered and immediantly held the phone a foot from my face.

"SASHA WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?" It was Madge. A creepy grin spread across my face. My revenge must have gone through.

"What did I do?" I asked innocently, feigning confusion.

"THERE'S A FREAKING GIANT ASS BOX THAT I HAD TO SIGN FOR. IT'S ONE OF THOSE THINGS! THE FUCK. DID. YOU. DO?" She was really loud.

"Can I come back tomorrow?" I looked at Jenny, who just nodded. I walked out with Ivan and Al behind me. I have a posse. Ha!

I brought the phone back to my ear. "Haha... HAHAHA... MUWHAHAHAHA! REEEVEEEENGEEE, MADGE! SWEET, SWEET REVENGE!" Ivan and Alfred looked freaked out. I imagine I wasn't too far from Belarus in that moment... I coughed. "So, who'd you get?"

Madge sighed. "Hold on, let me check..." There was noise from her end and crinkling. A ripping sound happened, and I heard a laugh. "Matthew Williams."

... Why? WHY? WHY! "Who," I asked, closing my eyes in annoyance. Even if I was jealous of her SANE unit, I had to do what we always did.

"CANADA," Madge said, bursting into laughter.

"I know. Don't open him. I'll be right there." I hung up and turned towards the guys. "We're heading to Madge's."

-/Hetalia/-

I came to a stop in front of Madge's apartment complex and I went to the intercom. She buzzed us in and we took the elevtor up to her room. The trip was NOT FUN. I was stuck in a small space with the two participants in The Cold War. (Al - "Do ya think your weight will make the elevator fall down, commie?" Ivan - "You are calling me fat, da? I am not the one to eat greasy fast food everyday. Kolkolkolkol...")

So when we finally reached Madge's apartment, I was even more pissed. WHY DID SHE GET A SANE ONE? I just want some sanity in my home... just a bit. I threw her door open. "LET'S SEE THIS FUCKING SANE UNIT, MADGE." She jumped a mile into the air, the manual flying out of her hands.

"Oh.. oh, shit! Sash, you can't do that!" She put a hand to her chest, breathing deeply.

"Fine, fine," I said., waving off her surprise. "Let's see that manual." I got next to her and looked at it with her.

'MATTHEW WILLIAMS: User Guide and Manual

CONGRATULATIONS! You've just purchased a MATTHEW WILLIAMS unit of your very own! To ensure that you use your new buy to the very best of his abilities and that you avoid painful, unexpected brushes with death, we've provided you with this manual.'

I grinned and Madge paled. "Maybe he's not as sane as I thought," I mused, reading on. "Let's figure out how to open him, shall we?"

'Removal of your MATTHEW WILLIAMS from Packaging:

MATTHEW WILLIAMS is one of our kindest, most stable units, but anyone can have a bad morning! We urge you to take extreme caution when trying to reprogram or unpack him; to avoid any unfortunate injuries, we have compiled a list of ways to wake your unit up.

1. Play the Canadian anthem, or speak any dialect of French loudly by the box. He will wake happily, and after you insist that you can see him, he will be so ecstatic that you can reprogram him directly.

2. Cook French or Canadian food (poutine is a suggestion). While he eats, you can reprogram him.

3. For more modern musics. If you blare American pop music, MATTHEW WILLIAMS will shout for ALFRED F. JONES to turn down that horrible screeching (especially if the singer in question is Miley Cyrus), and he will be a bit grumpy when he gets up; you can also play Justin Bieber, to which MATTHEW WILLIAMS will apologize profusely as you reprogram him; a third pop option is to play Lady Gaga, to which MATTHEW WILLIAMS will insist that they are not dating.

4. Turn on an ice hockey game and put the volume loud enough for you to hear it down the street - which is where MATTHEW WILLIAMS' box should preferably be, to avoid any injuries caused by the box breaking open as MATTHEW WILLIAMS dashes to watch the game.

5. Start your KUMAJIRO unit up. MATTHEW WILLIAMS will get up immediately.'

"I guess I can do one," Madge said shrugging. We turned around to get her laptop and saw Alfred playing 'Party In the U.S.A.'

"Alfred! Turn that down! It's terrible!" Matthew punched the top and opened the box. He glared at his brother.

"Ah, Matvey!" Ivan said, delighted. "We should play hockey soon, da?"

Mattie looked at Ivan. "Oh, um, sure," he said quietly.

"You sent me Justin Beiber, Mattie! Why should I turn down a girl singing about partying in me?" Alfred snorted at his brother.

Madge and I looked at each other, then at Alfred, then back at each other. (Now look at the ground, then back to- naw, I'm not going to start that..) We burst into laughter and fell to the floor. "That sounds... so wrong, Al," I choked out, gripping my gut. Madge gasped as she laughed, pounding the ground with a fist.

Yeah, we need help. Not a new concept at all.

Everyone stared at us as we got up, except for Ivan. He already encountered my mad laughter when I first opened his box.

Mattie was now holding Kumajiro. "A-anyways, Al, I only sent him to you because of Miley Cyrus."

"But Beiber's way worse! Come on, how can you put your own brother and his citizens through that torture?" Al pouted, looking at his older brother.

"Quite a few of your citizens seem to love him," Canada ventured.

"Is it his fault most teenage and pre-teen girls that are his citizens have absolutely no taste?" I muttered, turning off the terrible Cyrus song.

"Da, Matvey," Ivan said, patting Matthew on his head. "Good job with Justin Beiber." Canada looked at the larger country in horror.

"Hey, Ivan, look, vodka!" I said, pointing at a bottle I brought just in case.

"Spasibo, defender of men," Ivan said, taking it and sitting on Madge's couch.

"So..." Madge said, looking aroud."What now?"

"Who are you?" Kumajiro said, looking up at his owner.

Canada looked ready to cry. "I'm Canada!"

-/Hetalia/-

[1] - Heh, yep. Mr. Braginski likes Paaaawn Staaaarssss. xD

[2] - Bastard in Russian. Couldn't find out how to pronounce fat...

Oh look. Slight angst followed by evil laughter. XDDD And then revenge that kinda ended up turning on poor Sasha... She really doesn't have any good luck. ^-^

HAHA JEALOUS RUSSIA. XD Can YOU find the jealous Russian? =3

I didn't... like this chapter very much. I got writer's block halfway through. I should seriously think about cutting down on my chapter lengths...

Right, so, review with the answer to my question. Good luck, have fun.

Next chapter there'll be another unit for Sasha! Can you guess who~?