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Translations are in the bottom!

-Previously in 'How to Live with Hetalia'-

"First, calling me 'Rosie' is strictly prohibited." I said, looking directly to America, who shrugged, "Second-"

"'Sup Rosie, I'm home!" I heard the obnoxious high pitched voice of my friend Danielle call out at the door. Everyone started to stare at her with poker faces, while I was still with my back to her,

"How did you…?" I mumbled, still looking at the confused nations,

"Oh, I made a copy of your home's key," Dan replied, "I thought everyone knew it." She then closed the door, making a loud noise, "Look at you being all serious… Tell me, who are your new friends?"

-Reality in Rosalina's POV-

I finally turned around to face Danielle. Her long pitch black hair was tied in a single braid over her left shoulder and her brown eyes were sparkling amidst her pale skin. She was wearing a cute flowery dress up to her knees and she had a big straw hat, which went perfectly with her straw sandals and straw purse. Danielle was shorter than me, not too much, but you could easily see the difference. I was the tallest, Dan the second tallest and Cat the smallest.

I had to admit, Danielle had style. Much more style than I would ever have, that's for sure. She quickly came to my side and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I really don't enjoy people touching me in any way, but Dan and I have been friends since elementary school, so she is allowed to do that. "Well, Dan, these are my 'guests'." I gestured to the countries. Some of them weren't interested, and others were way too interested.

Danielle narrowed her eyes for a brief moment, like as she was trying to remember our talk over the message board. When she finally caught up, she smiled sweetly, "Aw, they're so cute!"

As you've might have already noticed, Danielle is not one of the brightest people alive, but her innocence and sweetness (don't forget about the perfect looks) definitely make up for it. Ever since I've known her, she has always been sweet, no matter what. "Guys, Dan is my friend, you can trust her as much as you trust me."

"But I don't trust you…" Alfred started mockingly, but Danielle cut him off,

"These are the 'unexpected guests' you told me about, Lina?" Dan wondered, with her eyes not leaving the table with the nations. I nodded, "Hi! It's a pleasure to meet you! I'm Danielle Emory, but you can call me Daenerys Targaryen!" The nations who were in fact paying attention (from that we can exclude England and France, who were engaged in a stare battle), found themselves to be completely mesmerized by her. Feliciano most of all, as he even opened his eyes at her. He looked like he was about to explode with happiness.

"Dan, for God's sake…" I facepalmed hard into my forehead, I swear that people in China could hear me. Dan's Game of Thrones obsession rivals my Hetalia one, if not surpassing it.

"Veeee~ It's-a pleasure to meet you too, bella! I'm Italy!" Feliciano quickly got up from his seat and greeted Danielle with a kiss in both of her cheeks, "But you can call me Feliciano Vargas!"

"Oh, that was unexpected!" She giggled, as she saw Feliciano's cheeks turn bright crimson in embarrassment as he seated back between America and Germany. I just watched everything with a poker face.

"You're a very pretty ragazza!" Italy observed. Couldn't have observed that by myself, "I should greet you properly!"

Dan giggled again. At that time, the other nations were just staring boringly at them, myself included. Well, I know Dan is one of the sweetest people in this miserable world, but we have some pressing matters to discuss. "Your accent is lovely."

"That's because vous 'aven't 'eard mah yet, ma-chérie." France joined in. Oh great, if the amount of flirting with me was already big, imagine with Dany? She's like infinite times prettier than I am, and her sense for fashion is legendary. Not to mention that she's much nicer than me.

"Hey! She just got here and you're already flirting? Give me a break, frog." England scolded. I clapped my hands in approval. I like when people show authority, except that currently I'm the highest authority. Dan smiled sweetly.

France rolled his eyes dramatically at Arthur, making his hair 'swoosh' a bit, "What? L'amour can't have a break! It 'appens unexpectedly!"

I made a false confused expression, "I didn't know we were in a Disney movie." It was finally time to put an end on this flirting game. What infuriates me the most is the fact that Danielle is not even minding this. I don't know if it's because she's clueless or just because she likes it. I'll go with the first option.

I'm sure about something, though: If it was with me, my fingers would be encountering with someone's throat.

"Nein-zer did I." Ludwig agreed. I glanced at him and nodded. Russia was smiling creepily at everything, Japan was politely looking at everything, China found his hair to be much more interesting than any other stuff in this world and America was just being good old 'Merica.

"This is odd," Dan started, as she looked at the countries in awe, "I think I've already seen you guys around…" Well, now we're getting somewhere. Dan probably doesn't remember, but I had plushies of the nations lying around in my bedroom for the past 4 years. And as you might have already noticed, my house is Dan's second home. She even has her own copy of the key, apparently…I know that if the key falls in wrongs hands I'm dammed, but I trust her. Haven't I agreed on letting eight not-so-random strangers inside my house?

"In your dreams, dudette." America playfully winked at her. I saw China and Japan facepalm. I joined them without thinking twice.

"No! I mean, haven't I seen you at the beach, maybe?" When I say Dan is clueless, I actually mean it. I glanced around, and found out that some of the countries were either facepalming or rolling their eyes…"You seem familiar…" Dan then looked at me before continuing, "Where did you meet them, Lina?"

"Oh, that's a simple question," I waved my hand. I've never had an answer flow out of my mouth so quickly, "They fell off my wardrobe."

Danielle's brown eyes widened and a frown of confusing made its way to her face, "Gosh! Are you from Narnia?" She then hugged both Italy and America in happiness, "Finally my dream came true!"

I sighted, "Oh my sweet summer child, why are you so naive?" I wondered in a low voice. When I called Dan over, I didn't expect things to be that difficult to handle.

"наивный? I call it another thing," Russia apparently had heard what I had just said. Well, that's a proof that he's listening to everything.

Japan started, still not losing his politeness, "Danielle-san, right?" Dan nodded, still holding both America and Italy, both of which had goofy smiles stamped across their faces, "Rosalina-san means it quite literally."

I find pretty amusing the fact that when Japan tried to say 'Danielle', he ended up saying 'Danierre', and my name turned out 'Rosarina'. It's a cute accent.

"Really, Lina?" Dan finally let go of the two boys to hug me instead. In opposition to my hate of being touched, Dan loves hugs and kisses, no wonder why she didn't get mad when Feliciano kissed her cheek. If it was with me, he wouldn't be alive now. While she was entangling me, she let me go out of the blue, without any good reason and/or watching me struggle to survive. I guess something might have hit her deep inside her brain, "So, you called me here because…?"

"I was having problems…but now they're solved," I replied, sounding way ruder than what I intended,

"Can we keep them?" How can I deny Dan's plight? I can't. I may seem tough, but really, I'm a softie at heart. You might've already noticed that since I simply accepted random people into my house (and into my life).

"I guess you'll be happy to know that I let them stay here with me." I shrugged. Upon hearing that, Dan quickly hugged me again in happiness.

"Oh, so that means I can help you out! Yay! I've always wanted to have children!" Dan jumped up and down clapping her hands like a little school girl in happiness. As you might've already noticed, Dan's dreams varies a lot during the day. One minute she wishes to become the president, the other she wants to work at Walmart. I really don't get this girl at all.

"I'm no child! I'm 4000 years old, aru!" Yao slammed his fist against the table in protest, earning yet another one of Danielle's sweet smiles. Yes, Dan is always smiling.

"Awn, you're very cute too!" For the first time since he landed here, I could see Yao's cheeks blush in the lighter shade of crimson possible. Well, Dan has that power over men, "Okay…So, shall we play introductions?"

As she said that, a torrent of human and country names filled my ears. I was trying to remain sane. Trying very hard, for the matter. Why did Dan come before Caitlyn? Cat would be a lot of help, and she isn't as clueless as Dan. Although I can't deny that the nations (specially Italy and America) are looking happier now that Dan is here.

Speaking of my pretty hommie, after she mumbled both the countries and human names for a bit, trying to memorize them, she remembered something that even I had forgotten, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think you were setting some rules before I arrived, right Lina? Please continue and ignore me if you must… I hate to interrupt."

Did that just come from Danielle's mouth? Wow.

Oh yeah! The rules! I totally forgot about them! "A healthy household must have a well-defined set of rules," I earned a little 'thumbs up' from Germany. I think everyone is warming up to me, which is very nice (since they'll be living with me for some time and the fact that I've been fangirling over them for some years now), "And since we're sharing the household, rules are very necessary,"

I turned my back to the table of nations, so that I could grab my drawing notebook which I had left on top of the mini table at the empty space between the TV and the biggest sofa as France gave an awkward and fake cough, "Non."

I grabbed my notebook and returned to my start point, which meant my 'Germany-like' position at the head of the table. I chose to ignore France's pointless observation by glancing up in search of my inspiration to continue, "Where was I?"

Japan opened his mouth to say something, but as usual, Alfred interrupted him, "You were setting rule number one…and it stated that I would have special permission to call you 'Rosie'."

I smiled sarcastically, "Oh! I had forgotten about that, thanks Alfred! You're my hero!"

"I always do my best." He crossed his arms behind his head with his usual 'I'm awesome' face. I rolled my eyes at him, only to meet my gaze with a disapproval face from England as I clicked on my pen in order to be able to write the rules down in my cute notebook.

"Of course not, you douchebag." I shook my head in disapproval, receiving a sympathetic 'thumbs up' from Italy and the softer of Da's from Russia. "Okay, as I was saying, first rule is: calling me 'Rosie' is strictly prohibited. Any objections?" My eyes travelled across the room, capturing every poker face the nations made. Alfred raised his hand in a sign of objection, but I chose to ignore him, for sanity's sake. After I finished writing rule number 1, I continued, "Second, Arthur is banned from the stove."

England seemed a bit offended by that, "Hey! What if my cooking is amazing and you're the ones with bad taste, eh? How about that?"

"Of course, charcoal eater! And I'm ugly!" Francis said sarcastically, as he closed his wrists in a sign of anger. I really should watch those two, because things might get a bit messy until they confess their love for each other.

And yes, I ship FrUK.

Before I could start writing the second rule, I heard Dan's high pitched voice call out from the kitchen,

"OBJECTION!" I turned around to face her. She had an arm pointed at me, while her other arm held a bunch of scones like if they were babies. She was probably eating the leftovers at the tray in the kitchen. How do I know it? Her mouth was full with the black lumps of coal. Everybody looked at her with a very weird expression "Come on, this stuff is delicious! It tastes like friendship and magic!"

I'm pretty sure friendship doesn't taste like that, but I'm not sure about magic, though.

"See!? There are people who appreciate my cooking!" Arthur smiled at Dan. She smiled back, showing her teeth. Well, it was a rather ugly sight, because her teeth were black due to the scones. Not a very pleasant view. Arthur (and pretty much everyone else) made a disgusted face at her.

"I wouldn't be very happy about that," I looked disgustingly, meeting my disapproval gaze with Japan and China's. It's creepy, to eye Japan and China's Asian looks. I know I'm being prejudicial, but that's my perception of stuff, "Dan eats absolutely anything." Well, that's true. One day I caught her eating some unidentified Korean restaurant leftover chicken, even though I told her it wasn't really chicken. Okay, second rule is written down, "Third, any form of sexual aggression is prohibited, under the penalty of expulsion."

Wow, I really didn't think I was able to use that kind of complicated vocabulary. Way to go, Rosalina, YOU'RE my hero.

France honhonhon'd, "What if it's with consent?"

I heard facepalms in a distance. I think they're from Russia. Okaaaay, this is going to be harder than what I had planned, "Then it's not sexual aggression, Francis,"

Kiku stood up before speaking, and thank God that this time Alfred didn't interrupt him (because he was very entertained by observing Danielle eating coal [and so was Feliciano]), "But why would we do that? We are more than grateful for your hospitality, Rosalina-san!"

I was so flattered I even smiled genuinely, "Well, it was just a little reminder, before some people start having ideas." However, my smile quickly turned into a frown as I glanced at France, who looked like he didn't know what I was talking about.

With that out of the way, I can continue my fabulous list, "Fourth, my room shall be locked whenever I want to be alone. If you don't want to die, knocking is recommended." I felt so powerful while saying that.

I've always been kind of powerless at home. I always did what my father wanted and all, like being a good girl, getting passable grades and preserve my virginity (that wasn't so hard), but I was powerless when my father had to go out of the country for work. When I was younger, had to stay with my bitchy witch neighbor, but now, thank God I can stay by myself and do everything a normal 17 year old would do, like watch Hetalia all day and eat scones.

Ludwig raised an eyebrow, "Vat if ich's an emergency?"

"Then I shall evaluate if you're worth saving." I replied, crossing my arms like the awesome bitch that I am. Okay, that was a bit over my levels of insanity. Even for a person that looks like the crazy Belarus. "For example, if it's Alfred, I'll not save him."

Alfred frowned. Finally payback. You're a genius Rosalina.

"Seems fair, aru." Yao agreed, as he played with the long sleeve of his shirt.

After finishing her scones, Danielle sneaked upon me from the back and whispered in my ear while I was writing down rule number four, "You are enjoying this, right Lina?"

"I can't say I'm not." I replied. Then, I raised my eyes from the notebook and again at the guys, "Fifth, every form of alcohol is forbidden." I said, looking specifically to France, who shrugged, then to Germany, who rolled his eyes and finally to Russia, who smiled.

After some seconds of silence, Francis finally caught on, "Oh wait, she's serious…"

"I have to maintain you guys sober, duh!" I laughed. Like, really laughed. Not sarcastically like I have been doing until now. I think it will be so much fun to live with Hetalia characters! As I remembered that Russia had a little vodka bottle-thingy always with him, I thought it would be a good idea to take it, "Oh, for that matter, Ivan, please give me your vodka."

The Russian's childish smile faded, as a purple aura started to surround him, "How did you know about it?" I flinched a bit and took a step back, as Ivan stood up from his seat. Holy shit, even though I'm considerably tall, the dude is like 2 feet taller than me. I studied his figure for a bit, but he couldn't manage to get me scared as the others. I've always thought that he was cute in his own way, not to mention that he was one of my favorites, but now I understand why everyone is afraid of him, "Is it only because I'm Russian?"

Quoting Russia himself in 'Paint it, White': 'Never show enemy the fear' I decided to look up at him and cross my arms. He didn't seem very happy with that, because he started to caress the magic metal pipe of pain. It was really creepy, as his purple eyes seemed to penetrate my soul, not to mention the faint kolkolkol's, "Whoa there! It was just intuition! Geez!"

"это хорошо." With that, Ivan's dark purple aura disseminated and he sat back down, now smiling again. I looked at everyone else and they seemed to have moved a bit away from the Russian. I sighted in relief subtly.

Alfred raised an eyebrow, "Is this how commies show gratitude? Dude, you're weirder than I thought!"

I was waiting for the moment where Russia would pull out his pipe and smash the living shit out of America. A very sinister kolkolkol could be heard in a distance. Despite Russia having scared the living shit out of everyone else, I was calm and willing to continue my rules without anyone interrupting it, "Sixth, violence and violent devices are not allowed, especially towards my beautiful self." I glanced at Ivan, but surprisingly, he was now smiling at me like if nothing had happened.

"Rosalina, are you a narcissist?" Arthur asked mockingly. Hell, I don't even know what a 'narcissist' person is. In those cases, it's best to simply deny.

However, since we're talking about me, I couldn't simply deny, I had to spice things up a bit, "What if I am?"

He shrugged, as he lifted his eyebrows, "Just asking."

Oh well. That wasn't the reaction I hoped. Okay, since I'm really enjoying my dictator simulator, I will continue. I hope you know that I'm making those rules completely out of the blue, right? Feel the genius…"Seventh, my stuff can only be used with my permission."

"You know that's not gonna happen, right Rosie?" You can guess who said that.

I frowned, then sighted loudly, "You just broke rule number one, Alfred. That's not a good start."

"Stop it, arschloch! Ich's getting razer annoying." Ludwig sighted loudly as well. I know that this is being extremely difficult for our favorite German, but hey, it's not everyday that you're invited to live in the house of a very pretty girl like me! Oh, sorry, it's my loneliness manifesting itself…

"You guys are so boring..." Finally the hero admits defeat. I'm glad I don't have to hear his voice for some time.

I rolled my eyes dramatically before continuing, "Eight, the bathroom is open for use, but showers must not be long, for there are nine people sharing one bathroom." That makes sense.

Arthur smiled evilly before releasing his venom, "It's okay for France, because true Frenchmen don't shower."

"QUOI?! Where 'ave you 'eard that, fool?" Francis protested, as the rest of us just laughed at his face.

"What is it to you?" England turned to the blond French. I could see the laser building up in his eyes, ready to burn Francis.

That, of course, isn't in all impossible, considering the circumstances in which we are.

France slammed his fist against the table (poor table), "See? That's why nobody likes you!"

It looked like they would kill each other at any moment, but I, being the smart ass that I am, don't fancy my apartment to be all bloody, "Hey, hey, hey! Don't forget rule number six! If you want to kill yourselves, feel free to do it outside, and OFF MY SIGHT!" I gestured for them to stop shooting each other death glares, with no effect.

I sighted, as I realized I would have to be the one who would stop the conflict. I calmly headed to the space between France and Britain, and continued my list from there as nothing had happened, "Nine, I'm in charge of you now, so you'll have to ask for my permission to leave the house alone."

"Aiiiyaaa! Are we babies now or what?" Yao protested. From this new angle I'm currently in, I can see his frustration expression. He doesn't like to be bossed around, but that's what I love the most….my bad.

"Pretty much." I replied, mimicking Russia's innocent smile. Okay…continuing with my reign of terror-ooooops, my rule set, "Tenth, if you go to jail, don't expect me to bail you out." I'VE GOT THE POWER! "And if you die, don't expect my flowers to show up at your tombstone."

"Lina! That was mean!" Dan scolded, now really being genuinely annoyed by my lack of care, "If you die, I will put flowers in your tombstone!" She announced smiling at the nations, who smiled back at her. Why can't I be charming and generally nice as Dan?

Italy rose from his seat for apparently no reason, "Veeeee~ Even though I would love your flowers, I don't want to die, bella!"

Danielle appeared to be truly flattered, although I can't really tell, because she's always smiling like that, "Awn!"

Okay, this is getting quite ridiculous, "Ahem…" I coughed awkwardly, making the lovey-dovey duo stop staring dreamily at each other. I know that just because I'm lonely as hell it doesn't mean Dan also is (but I think Feliciano is Dan's soul mate), so I'll just ignore it, "Okay, since we're all set up, feel free to roam around the house…"

Well, I should've thought twice before allowing them to run freely, because America ran straight to the TV before announcing, "Where's the bathroom?"

"First door on the right." I decided not to ask further questions, neither did the other nations, of course, no one was interested in what Alfred was going to do at the bathroom.

"Do you have somevere I could wӧrk?" Germany suddenly asked. Oh yeah, that's a way to pass time, right? We all know good ol' Germany who's always working and such.

"There's my father's workroom…but why would you want to work? It's summer, dude!" I smiled. Yeah, summer is great! The high temperatures and no school! Germans are weird…

Ludwig shrugged, "Well, vile I'm here, ich's best that I am being productive, right?"

"Before you start wӧrking, would you guys like something to eat or drink?" I said, trying to mimic Germany's cute accent, "Because really, does anyone else has a lion on their stomachs that just can't stop growling or it's just me?"

"Just you, aru." Yao smiled, "Which suggests that you're weird, aru."

"Me? Weird? Don't you guys have mirrors in China?" I shook my head in disapproval. Yao's smile turned into a frown…hahaha "But seriously, aren't you guys hungry?"

"Oh yeah! You bet'cha, Rosie!" Alfred jumped up in happiness. I massaged my temple in order to prevent myself of going all Russia in America's ass for calling me 'Rosie'.

Italy's eyes opened, "I could cook some pasta for you guys!" Well, finally some gratitude! I'm glad it's Italy and not England who's offering to make lunch. I wonder how much better Italian-made pasta tastes than the phony ones we have here!

"OMG!" Danielle squealed like a little school girl, "That would be awesome!"

As you can guess, Dan's favorite food is pasta, and when I say that she and Italy are soul mates, I mean it. I know that I've met everyone a couple of hours ago, and Dan just met them, but I can't deny that my new OTP is DanIta. I also love GerIta, but…well….when seeing them live, I don't really think neither Feliciano nor Ludwig are gay, for they look (at least Ludwig) pretty manly to me.

"Hell, be my guest." I looked at Italy and smiled. Then I gestured the way to the kitchen. It was behind me, since I took the spot between England and France, "The kitchen's all yours,"

"Yaaay~ I'm-a going to make some pasta!" Italy jumped up from his seat and made a beeline to the kitchen, not even minding the other's poker faces. "Lalalalala~!"

"You know how to use the appliances, right?" England shot Italy a glare like 'dude, stop', but it was useless, for the Italian was already poking the organized pots with condiments scattered all over the countertops that surrounded the little space we called kitchen. It wasn't in all big, I think it could only fit two people standing at the same time, one at the oven and one at the sink.

"Of course I do!" Italy replied from the kitchen, where he was exploring every cupboard door he could find, in order to know where everything was located, from plates and cups to the frying pans and cheese graters.

"England is jealous that he will not be cooking lunch!" Ivan laughed lightly. I laughed along, only stopping when I glanced at Arthur's furious expression. The tea bastard is indeed jealous of Italy. Well, I know it's not his fault that he can't cook and that Italy can. It's not because Danielle is prettier and generally better than I in almost every situation that I'm jealous of her. Okay, stop lying, Rosa.

At that time, Italy had found the little black radio located inside a random door at one of the cupboards, and the song 'All About That Bass' from Meghan Trainor started playing. I like that song, it illustrates my life. Expect that part: 'All the right junk in all the right places', because I have absolutely no junk whatsoever.

I caressed the paper where I had written my rules, then I showed it to the nations, "So, the rules are here, and I'll hang this paper up at the door so that everyone will remember."

"What a crappy handwriting," Alfred observed. I turned to him with a 'shut up, douchebag' expression. My handwriting is a mess, but you haven't seen my handwriting when I write in Spanish. It's worse than this one.

"Thank you, hero." I smiled through my furious expression. Well, I know that people are generally afraid of Russia, but they should be afraid of me: Ms. Sass-o-bitch. That was my username in Twitter way back in the day…

"Dio mio!" Italy suddenly exclaimed, interrupting Dan's dance performance of 'All About That Bass' (pretty good one if I must point out) and America, Japan and China's poker face at the scene.

I turned around and sat in one of the benches in the kitchen's balcony, observing Italy as he held the fridge's door open, "What the hell?"

He turned to me with a preoccupied expression, "There is no food-a left!"

"Whaat-?" I jumped up in surprise. How? My father went grocery shopping two days ago, to be sure I wouldn't need to do it! If this is Iggy's fault… "Let me see!" I stood up and quickly made my way to the kitchen. Once there, I came to Italy's side, only to find that the fridge was indeed empty. How? Those scones surely didn't need that much stuff! Inside the fridge, there were tomatoes, lettuce, broccoli and other stuff we don't usually use for baking anything!

"See? It's-a empty! There is no way to make pasta without tomato!" Italy crossed his arms in disappointment.

"B-but it w-was filled up with foodies…" I stuttered, not sure of how to proceed. Really, Iggy's magic spell that sent everyone here disappeared with the food as well? How am I supposed to explain this to my father? How am I supposed to explain ALL of this to my father!? What the hell will he think of me? Well, I don't plan in having wild sex with those fucking hot guys, but I hope you understand that I've accepted them into my life over the kindness of my heart, not with any other intentions. Of course, if an eventual kiss happens, I'll not be the one to complain about it.

Dad will only return one month from now, and until then, he doesn't need to know about my visitors, even if he calls me at Skype. I'll find out a way to send them back (reluctantly) to their beautiful Hetalia world. I'll not think about that for now, for I have much more pressing matters at hand, like figuring out what the hell happened to my food and find a way to feed this battalion of countries.

"I think I used way too much stuff from your fridge for the scones…Sorry…" Iggy sneaked upon Italy and I from behind, surprising both of us.

"Look who decided to show up! The one to blame always returns to the crime scene!" I turned around and pointed a finger at Arthur, who had one of his strange eyebrows slightly lifted. Okay, we were kinda squeezed in the kitchen, because three people inside the little space is rough. Even though neither Feliciano nor Arthur are fat and/or big.

Arthur started, "I used some…things to make the scones…"

But I cut him off, "What the fuck?! Did I just eat a mix of vegetables with flour and-?"

"Magic!" And Danielle cut me off…

Alfred quickly made his way to the balcony, and started to stare at us before Arthur could say anything, "Do you guys need a hero?"

"NO!" England and I exclaimed in unison, quite annoyed at America's proposal. Oh gosh…

Alfred shrugged, "Okay, I was just try'na help!"

"Ughhhhh….Now I'm hungry and poor." I complained loudly, so that everyone who was a culprit in this scheme feels ashamed *cough* France *cough* Wait a moment…Am I really poor and starving? "Wait! We can go buy some stuff!"

Dan got very excited about the thought of going shopping, "Where? Buy online?" Oh Danielle Maria Emory, my sweet summer child…

"No, you silly tomato! We'll buy it at nowhere else than the big Walmart 10 km from here!" With that, I closed the fridge even though both Italy and England were still staring inside it with their mouths open. Then I turned to face Danielle, who now was seated down beside America in one of the two benches at the balcony with her legs crossed. I could see France at a distance trying to catch a glimpse of anything under Dan's dress.

"You sound just like my fratello! Except-o the part of Walmart!" Feliciano observed. Ohhh Romano! That sassy bastard! I love him! Too bad he's not here! Okay, to be fair, three out of my five favorite characters are living with me right now: Russia, Japan and France. My other two favorite characters who are not here are Romano and Turkey (OMG they're soooo good looking!).

"But…They'll go dressed like that?" Danielle gestured America's attires (making him stick his tongue at her), then her eyes travelled from one nation to the next, shaking her head in disapproval and probably taking mental notes on what they could wear to 'reveal their good looks' (an expression used by Dan when I'm dressed like a hobo in her standards). "Except for Francis, your clothes look awesome."

"I knew we 'ad a connection, ma-chérie!" Francis turned around and blew a kiss in Danielle's direction, as he (not subtly at all) stared at her legs. I made a mental note to keep an eye for France and anything he might try to do with the clueless Danielle.

"What's wrong with our clothes?" Kiku questioned, lifting an eyebrow lightly. One of the reasons why I love Japan is that he's always polite and helps keep the house's collective IQ at a decent level.

"They're…a bit unusual." Dan played around with the words as they came out of her mouth. She not be very bright, but she is in fact a very polite lady, "To say the least..."

"But hey! We're going to Walmart! The place of weird people! I'm sure we'll go unnoticed." I said, as I got out of the kitchen and strategically positioned myself between the table and the bigger sofa, in order to get everyone's attention.

"Everyone needs to be going?" Ivan asked, looking directly at me.

"Yes, everyone." I replied. Well, if it wasn't obvious enough that I will drag everyone along with me, because if I'm going to be forced to leave the house, other people will have to share my pain. And besides, it was their fault that the food ended.

"But I don't want to, aru!" Yao complained. I rolled my eyes dramatically. Yao, Yao, Yao, I will drag you with me whether you want it or not, because I will not carry my groceries by myself, and since I have eight men (strong men, I must point out [or do you really think that beneath those military clothes there's fat?]) at my disposition, I will make use of them.

"There's a slight problem, Lina…" Danielle started, as she turned to face me, "How's everyone fitting inside your car?"

Crap. That's some big ass problem. My car (not MY car, technically is my father's) is big and can accommodate 8 people at once. But the problem is that we're in *counts on fingers mentally* 10. Only two more people! We'll find a way, even if I have to make the nations ride squeezed in the back, "Well, it's a surprise~"

"Oh Lina, you plan stuff so well!" Dan complimented my awesomeness. Great, I'm sounding like Prussia now… Another person that would be fun to hang out with.

I shrugged (still majestic as fuck), "That's my talent, Dany."

"So I can call you Rosalina-chan, then?" Kiku questioned as he stood up to talk, remaining as polite as always. Apparently, nobody expected that question to be asked by the quiet Japan, because everyone started to stare at him with poker faces.

"Sure. Either Rosa, Rosalina-chan or just Lina are fine," I smiled at the Asian, and he smiled back, sitting back down. I could see that England and Italy were still playing around at the kitchen, poking stuff and opening random cupboard doors, "Okay, since everyone's coming with me to shop for foodies, we should get ready…if anyone wants to go to the bathroom, do it now." Since no one moved an inch, I continued, "Good."

Ivan appeared to be rather enthusiastic about going shopping (almost as much as Dan), "We should be going now?" he announced as he stood up from his seat and stared down at me. I almost jumped up in fright as the tall Russian stared. Deep. Into. My. Eyes.

"Yeah, there's just one slight problem…" I started… kind of losing myself in Ivan's gaze… The witch who lives next door is definitely a problem.

"Vat vould ich be?" Germany's rough voice brought me out of my trance.

I shook my head in order to get rid of all my internal blabbering, "Ahem…My bitchy neighbor. We need to get pass her apartment without being noticed."

Arthur lifted both his eyebrows in expectation, "Yes! 007 ninja style!"

"Or a stealth hero!" Alfred added, making little guns with his fingers and shooting imaginary bullets at random people (mainly Ivan and I). Do I really look like a commie to him? Okay, I may wear hobo clothes, but if you give me an unlimited credit card, be sure that it'll not return. I don't know anything more capitalist than that.

"Yeah yeah…" I agreed, not paying much attention in what Alfred was blabbering about or doing.

"Lina, we could divide them to make stuff easier for us, right?" Danielle whispered into my ear.

"That's a genius' idea, Dan!" As much as I didn't want to sound sarcastic, that was exactly how stuff came out.

"I do my best." Of course you do.

"Okay, since there are *counts on fingers* eight of you and two of us, we figured out that you should be divided for our convenience." I know when I talk with class. However, I noticed that nobody (other than Russia) was paying attention, because at that exact moment, Iggy and Francy-pants engaged on a fight and America was laughing his ass off, "How about Axis and Allies?"

"What are Axis and Allies?" Danielle asked in a very low voice as she observed Russia smiling through the fighting of nations, now that China started to call everyone a 'stupid and immature western nation'.

"Remember, Dan, World Wars in history classes…" I started in an equally low voice. I can't blame her on not remembering that kind of stuff, since we're in summer vacations for a while now, and school stuff disappears rather quickly when not used. And Dany is not that bright, but she's always trying to learn. "No?" The confused expression on the brunette's face was easy to read, "Okay, the Axis are Kiku, Feliciano and Ludwig, representing Japan, Italy and Germany, respectively-"

Danielle cut me off, much for my discontentment, "But why would we label them as countries?"

"Because that's what they are, Dan."

"What? NO WAY! Just like in that super cutesy anime you and Cat watch, right!?" Wow! I didn't see that coming.

How to reply to that…how to reply to that…"They are the people in the anime, Dan."

"But that's impossible,"

"So I thought," I smiled at her. At that time of our talking, I noticed that the chaos had unleashed among the nations, for Ivan was running around chasing Alfred with his pipe, as Feliciano sang a very catchy Italian tune to Francis and Arthur exchanging slaps. "And there goes my last bit of sanity…" I sighted loudly. Yao was merciless slamming his head and fists into a nearby wall and Ludwig was massaging his temples as Kiku just stood there motionless. It was time to end this pandemonium, "HEY THERE YOU ASSES! STOP DOING FUCKING WHATEVER YOU'RE DOING RIGHT IN THIS INSTANT OTHERWISE HAVE FUN ON FINDING ANOTHER PLACE TO LIVE, DAMNIT! GEEZ! CAN'T YOU GUYS BE QUIET FOR JUST A FUCKING SECOND, GODDAMNIT! COME ON!" Wow. I didn't know I could do such stuff! I looked around and EVERYONE (including Danielle) had stopped whatever the hell they were doing and took a step further from me, as an unknown dark blue aura dissipated from all around me. Yay! Belarus powers! After I calmed myself down, I continued in my normal tone of voice, "You'll be separated into the Axis and the Allies." I didn't wait for any approval or objection from them, "As you might know, the Axis are Kiku, Feliciano and Ludwig, while the Allies are the rest."

"The rest?" Alfred is indeed a very brave lad for trying to make fun of me even though I had snapped at them like that, "I was downgraded to 'rest'? Really, Lina?"

"Ugh, Alfred…As you might've already noticed, my patience has its limits, even though your stupidity apparently doesn't." That made the American boy shut up. Everyone sighted in relief after Alfred shut his mouth.

Kiku's eyes widened in surprise over something I couldn't figure out. Maybe he was going to ask how I know about 'Axis and Allies' stuff, but he's too polite to question me about that.

"Continuing… Axis, Dan is in charge of you." I figured it would be a good idea to keep Danielle away from France, and the Axis are sweet, for they'll not try anything with her. Japan is quiet and always respects personal spaces, Italy is sweet and will not do anything to Dan, and Germany is waaay uninterested in stuff to try anything. You're a genius, Rosa!

"Yay! I'll be happy to be your babysitter!" Dan smiled brightly as she went all the way to Kiku and Ludwig and pulled them both to a bone-wrecking hug.

Japan didn't feel very comfortable under Danielle's hug, "Personal space…please…"

After some seconds she realized that Kiku had turned blue due to lack of oxygen.

"Sorry…" She mumbled, as she let go of the Japanese and the German. Feliciano joined the trio not so long after.

I turned to the remaining nations with an evil smirk on my face, "Allies, you're all mine."

"I 'ave been yours since vous slammed a frying pan into mah gorgeous face!" Francis observed, as he winked playfully at me.

I smiled cheekily, not minding the others, "That's good to hear." They're warming up to me already.

Danielle apparently had heard what Francis had said, "What? You slammed a frying pan into Francis' face? How dare you, Lina?"

"Accidents happen, Dan." I turned to her, still smiling.

"Veee~ Do you have-a plan, Rosa?" Feliciano asked.

Now that he asks me, I don't really have a plan, just find a way to get everyone to the garage without my bloody neighbor finding out, "Well, Axis and Danielle can go down first."

"Go down where, exactly?" Iggy asked stubbornly,

"To the garage, where we'll get into my car." I explained. My dad's Chrysler minivan hopefully will be able to accommodate everyone rather comfortably. I then turned to Dan and the Axis, who were already at the doorstep, "Be careful with that bitch next door, she might have already noticed that something's not normal here." She probably heard Italy's singing and I screaming, France's face encountering my frying pan and general craziness. Even though my neighbor is a bitch, she's not stupid at all. "Be quick to get inside the elevator."

I made my way to door and unlocked it. I opened it very slowly and scanned the little hallway between my apartment and the witch's. It was a bright white corridor, and her doorstep lied right in my front. The shiny metallic elevator was positioned exactly at the middle of the hallway, next to two flower vases, which ironically, had bright yellow sunflowers on them. "Clean." I whispered at Danielle's curious face beside me, "Take them to my car at the garage, got it?"

"Okay-!" Before Dan could say anything else in her high-pitched voice, I brought a finger to my mouth, silencing the brunette.

I turned to the German and the Japanese and gestured for them to follow Dan into the corridor, "Ludwig and Kiku, be sure not to make any noises."

"Hai!"

"Mach dir keine sorgen, Rosalina!"

"I'll take it as a yes." I smiled, as the two of them quickly followed Danielle, who was already at the elevator. Italy followed not so long after.

I quickly closed the door behind me, as I watched the Axis and Dan enter inside it, "Whew. Four down and six to go." I whispered to myself as I looked through the keyhole, watching the bitch's door. I could listen to Arthur and Francis arguing over something or other and Alfred was laughing…

I was spying like a freaking boss, until I felt big hands on both my shoulders, "подсолнечник!" That creepy voice caused me to jump up in fright. I turned to the direction of the voice to find the tall Russian staring at me with a smile. Something tells me that he meant 'sunflower'.

I had to contain myself not to curse his entire existence for scaring me. "May I help you?"

He stood there staring down at me, still smiling as he muttered something incomprehensible. I was not sure if it was Russian or not. I lifted an eyebrow in a sign that I didn't understand a thing, "Apologizing is not my usual behaviors, but I came to be apologizing for snapping at you because of vodka."

Wow. Russia apologizing? That's definitely new. Maybe I was right to think he was just a lonely softie who everyone is afraid of. I smiled at his courage of apologizing; he was probably thinking he was weak because of it, "Don't worry about it."

Did I see Ivan's eyes sparkling? Maybe it's just something in my eye. "This is just between you and me, дa, принцесса?" I nodded, not sure about the last word.

"Aren't we joining the Axis, aru?" China asked, from the spot on the sofa where he was seating. I walked away from Russia and grabbed my brown leather wallet and my phone.

"Yes we are!" I replied, as I took one last glimpse of the apartment across through the keyhole. Nothing. Good, off we go, "Francis and Arthur, goodness, can't you guys be quiet for a second?"

"You git! I'm far too gorgeous to engage in a fight with a much more inferior being such as you!" Arthur observed, in a Dude-I-Will-End-This-Fight look.

Francis crossed his arms, "Stop stealing my lines, fool!"

"Shut it! Come with me, NOW." I put some emphasis in the last word, just because I can. For some reason, the dark blue aura surrounded me for a couple of seconds and suddenly everyone was at the doorstep, waiting for my command. I like it better that way. "Quiet, all of you."

I opened the door slowly, and gestured for everyone to quickly get out of the apartment. Once everyone was out, I locked the door with my key and shoved it inside my pant's pocket with both my phone and wallet.

It was rather uneventful while we waited for the elevator. Ivan stared at the sunflowers, Francis and Arthur exchanged menacing looks and Yao was pressing the 'down' button furiously. The elevator arrived some seconds later, and I quickly rushed everyone inside as I started to hear unlocking sounds coming from my neighbor's door. CRAP!

"Little Ms. Cortez, who is there with you?" I heard the familiar bone chilling bitchy voice asking as the elevator's door closed. Whew, that was close.

"Was that your…?" Yao started,

"Yup. The one and only Ms. Long." I finished, "I hate that bitch."

The rest of the ride was normal, which I was extremely grateful for. I don't think I could handle more bitch fighting from Arthur and Francis in one day. The elevator finally arrived at the garage, and with a loud sight I opened the door and made the others follow me to the spot where my car always was.

It was a very cute black Chrysler minivan, and to my surprise, Danielle was waiting for me beside the car. "The 'Axis' are already inside," How Dan managed to get Japan, Italy and Germany seated down inside the car so quietly is a mystery for us mere mortals. I glanced at the window in the back of the car and watched Italy wave at me, and beside him there was a very pissed looking Germany and a squeezed Japan between them.

Francis lifted an eyebrow at me, "Who is driving?"

"Me, duh." I replied, like if it wasn't obvious enough,

"You haven't had any counter-effects of the scones, right?" Alfred asked. I'm sure this is mocking of some sort, but whatever.

"Were there any?" I asked,

"Bitchiness, typical commie behavior," He stated. Ivan made a face at him, "unknown dark colored auras around you while angry…"

"Oh no…shame on me." I rolled my eyes dramatically, I some pretty obvious sarcasm. Oh my God, Alfred is such a pain in the ass! I already regret accepting him into my life! I've always thought that he was annoying, now he's taking annoying to a whole new level.

Thank goodness that in those situations Danielle is able to break awkwardness in my behalf, "Are you really going out wearing that, Rosalina?"

I glanced at my current attires and they looked pretty normal to me, my baggy black pants and pink t-shit with 'Awesome' written in golden letters, "Yeah, why?"

"I couldn't have expected more from you." Danielle shook her head in disapproval and she entered the car and seated between Italy and Japan at the back.

"Since we're in America, my place, can I seat at the front with you?" Alfred asked. Since Dan decided to seat at the back (and now was chatting nonstop with the Axis), I have the spot next to me free.

"Well, sure." I gestured right front seat to Alfred, "Come on guys, we don't have the entire day." I now gestured the others the middle seats. It was pure comedy to watch Arthur running to catch the left window seat, then Yao being pushed inside by Francis and Ivan crushing everyone, "Enter! Squeeze your neighbor if you must!"

I like to sow chaos into a perfectly abnormal household. I don't really know if I only like dark humor or I'm really a bad person. Probably the last one.

Once everyone was inside, I closed the middle door and went to my rightful place at the driver's spot. I turned the car on with my key (it was the same key hold as the apartment's front door) and turned on the radio into some random station (which had to be playing fucking One Direction at that exact moment) as I started to drive.

Being inside that car was something like this:

"GET OFF ME WINE GUZZING CHEESY MONKEY!"

"ONHONHONHON~"

"Veeeeee~ Germany, are we there yet?"

"Nein, Italy! Stop asking every 2 minutes!"

"You're going the wrong way, Rosalina! I know my country more than you do!"

"RUSSIA PUT THAT PIPE DOWN!"

"Open the window, goddamnit!"

"So, the House Targaryen was very powerful…"

"What a crappy song! Change it, aru! American music is bad, aru!"

Chaos was definitely on. I was about to drop everyone into the sea on purpose as I reached a red light and had to stop, Just a couple of blocks, Rosalina….

"Roooooosaaaa! Change the station!" Alfred whined, as he pressed random buttons inside the car.

"Okay, okay!" I changed the radio station to some classical music stuff, to hopefully calm everyone down, but as I did that, my car turned a bit and almost crashed into a convertible Mercedez-Benz.

A symphony of horns almost burned my eardrums. I opened my window and yelled to the top of my lungs at the angry driver, "FUCK OFF, TOMATO BASTARD! GO FUCKING MESS WITH SOMEONE ELSE'S CAR, BITCH! CYKA! PUTE! PUTTANA!"

After that, everyone inside the car grew extremely quiet. What a relief.

I was right, we were just a couple of blocks away from the Walmart, and my stomach was growling more than ever. I parked the car like a boss and yelled, "Alright hommies, we're here!" With a mere push of a button, the doors opened and I quickly went outside. The rest followed not so long after.

Once everyone was outside at the parking lot, Dan started skipping like a little school girl all the way to entrance, and we followed her under the boiling hot sun.

Italy was completely enchanted by the automatic doors, so Dan had to drag him inside. The air conditioner was a health saver, I smiled as I felt the chilly air brush my cheeks. "Okay dudes, Axis and Allies have to stay together with their respective babysitter."

"Aye captain!" Danielle squealed, "Axis, follow me into the veggie section!" With that, she took hold of both Feliciano and Kiku's hands and dragged them around, not minding the weird looks the clerks shot her. Ludwig followed them reluctantly.

I watched the quartet disappear into the hallways of goodies when I realized I had to pay attention in my own babies. I turned to my Allies and I could only see Yao standing beside me, and no sign of the others anywhere. Where could they have gone in less than a minute?! I'm definitely more than screwed right now!

"What the hell? We've been here for 30 seconds and I've already lost everyone? Why didn't you stop them, Yao?!" I demanded furiously. I could sense the dark blue aura coming…

"Wasn't it your job to take care of us, aru?" He asked, with a very ironic smile on his face. "You're very immature, you know?"

I gave Yao a whack in the head in furiousness. It serves him right. Now I must find the others before some other crazy fangirl finds them. Damn fangirls…

Translations:

French

Ma-chérie- My dear;

Vous- You;

Non- No;

L'amour- Love;

Quoi?-What?

Pute- Bitch;

Italian

Bella- Beautiful;

Ragazza- Girl;

Dio mio!- My God!

Fratello- Brother;

Puttana- Bitch;

German

Arschloch- imbecile;

Mach dir keine sorgen!- don't worry!

Russian:

это хорошо- (pronunciation for those interested: eto rrarasho) That's good;

Наивный- (pronunciation for those interested: naivnyy) Naive;

Подсолнечник- (pronunciation for those interested: podsolneshnik) [You guessed it!] Sunflower;

Дa- (pronunciation for those interested: da) Yes;

Принцесса- (pronunciationfor those interested: printsessa) Princess;

Cyka- (...: suka) Bitch;

Japanese:

Hai- Yes;

-Next Chapter 'The People of Walmart' Sneak Peak-

I apparently was mumbling stuff as Yao stared creepily at me before saying, "Are you okay, Rosa?"

"Yeah." PUT YOUR SHIT TOGETHER ROSALINA CORTEZ, BEFORE YOU LET THOSE WANKERS GET INTO THE HANDS OF SOME OTHER FANGIRLS! Then, a very interesting idea came up on my mind, "Tell me, Yao, have you ever played Mario Kart?"

The Chinese scratched his head in confusion, "A couple of times, but why, aru?"

"Because we're playing it right now," I smiled evilly, as I gestured some shopping carts displayed beside us. I looked at Yao, and he looked at me with a confused expression. Hahaha, Yao's small, so he'll be able to fit inside the cart while I look for the others. I quickly grabbed the closest one, "Enter."

-End of Sneak Peak-

So, yeah! That's it! Super long, right? I hope you liked it! Oh, and in case you're wondering, Canada will be in the story, just wait and see!

Bye!