AN: / *banging head on table* Damnit! My normal computer died (won't even turn on) so I'm stuck typing on my spazzy laptop. I probably won't update very much until we get a new computer.

Oh! The first person to technically (Sorry Emily!) answer where the quote is from is 'I love Prussia the awesome'! Please tell me what type of story you would like! (... Please say you wouldn't mind a story...)

Disclaimer: This IS fanfiction. No one owns anything...

Blue: Line break~
Me: Blue! This isn't a pokemon story!
Blue: Yeah, whatever.

"Yay! We have England!" I glared at Emily.

"Maybe, but I didn't want to die because of food. In case you don't remember, his cooking is posionous to average people." Emily waved it off.

"Shouldn't we be focused on how to wake up England?" For once, Kitty had a point. Wait, what? Kitty making sense?world come to...

"Guys, are we going to open him or not?" Em held up the manual and sighed.

"The awesomeness that is me shall read it!" Prussia grabbed the manual (which earned him a glare from Em) and read.

Removal of your ARTHER KIRKLAND Unit from Packaging

Awakening your ARTHER KIRKLAND unit is generally quite simple, but if he was jostled during shipment it could be harder. We have provided this list of fail-safe ways to wake your unit, jostled or not, which will not result in you missing any body parts at the end. Your unit tends to make a lot more assumptions than he should, which may result in some terrifying moments while getting him up, but don't worry- he won't really hurt you, unless you are a FRANCIS BONNEFOIS unit.

1. Set a plate of hamburgers next to the box, preferably with a fan to force the aroma towards the box. Momentarily, your unit will shout at you to get the food out of his face before kicking his way out of the box unless you move the food within two seconds. It is advised to stand a few meters away to avoid being stabbed with bits of the box. Once he realizes you are not an ALFRED F. JONES unit, he will apologize for his "ghastly behavior" and introduce himself, and you are free to reprogram him then.

2. Play either "Saving Grace" or "the Star-Spangled Banner" as loudly as you can. if you play the first song, your unit will hum or sing it in his box and it is safe to remove the lid; if you play the second, your unit will yell at you to "turn that damn racket down" and again claw his way out of the box. Again, once he notes you are not an ALFRED F. JONES unit, he will apologize and be perfectly cordial towards you, allowing you to reprogram him.

3. Clink two glass alcohol bottles-preferably scotch or whiskey-together, in earshot of the box, but not too close lest you be hit by flying pieces of wood as your unit scrambles for them. As soon as ARTHER KIRKLAND has gotten out of the box, he will thank you for the alcohol and chug it; while he does so, you can reprogram him.

4. Cook an aromatic Spanish or French dish and set it down near the box. Your unit will laugh, start to punch his way through the box and ask in an evil tone whether you want to get your ass kicked again. When he sees you are neither an ANTONIO FERNANDEZ CARRIEDO nor FRANCIS BONNEFOIS unit, he will ask you to excuse his behavior.

5. If you are certain shipping went perfectly, you can just open the box and hope he doesn't reach out and try to kill you for waking him up incorrectly.

"Hmm... I say we go with number 4!" I sighed. Of course Moon would like to do the fun one.

"Moon, in case you forgot, we don't know how to cook spanish OR French food..."

"Guys! I have an idea!" Oh lord. Lorelei has an idea.

Gold: Line break!
Me: *glare What are you doing here?
Gold: Blue asked some of us to do this.
Me: *sigh*

I blanched. This has got to be a horrible idea.

"Why am I the France?" Emily started spastically waving her arms.

"Simple. you are good at French. Same reason why Morgan is Spain." I glared at Lorelei.

"Let's just get this over with... Ah! Hola Inglaterra! Cómo estás? Usted sabe, hay que salir a dar unos tomates conmigo (1)!" I shook my head. emily coughed and tried her best France impression.

"Bonjour Angleterre! Après vous sortez de cette boîte, nous devrions aller dans la chambre pour amuser, non (2)? Ohonhonhon~!" The seven of us soon heard some laughter coming from the box... before England broke it of course.

"Ha! Doyou two want your asses beat AGAIN?" Fear overtook me an I quickly kneeled in front of England begging for mercy.

"I'm sorry! Lorelei made me speak Spanish! Ve, please don't hurt me! I don't like getting hurt! I'm related to your queen you know! That means I'm British! Ve, I even like fish 'n chips! Please don't hurt me!" I opened one eye to see everyone staring at me. "What?"

"Are you related to Italy or something?" I stared at Prussia for a second.

"Well, I'm Italian if that's what you mean." I tried to stand up, only to be glomped by someone.

"Gah!" Seems Emily got him too.

"Morgan~! I'm back!" I looked to my attacker to see Myrna.

"I thought you went back to North Carolina?"

"Hehe~! I just went to grab my stuff!" I looked at Myrna with wide eyes.

"Hun, I'm glad you're here but you can't stay at my hou-"

"I have money."

"MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME!" What? My parents only send me a certain amount of money a month. I have 10 people to feed. It goes pretty thin.

Silver: ...
Me: If your going to be here, at least say 'line break'...
Silver: ...I don't really want to. Besides, you already said it.
Me: *facepalm*

"Hey! Who wants salmon?" Not a soul said yes. I glared. "Too bad! I'm making salmon! If you don't want any, more for me!"

"I would like some." After Kitty said that, everyone else agreed.

"Fuck you guys! You do this every damn time we have fish!" England glared at me for a second.

"That is not anyway a young lady should talk."

"Well, I can speak anyway I want eyebrows." I swear, you could see that spark-line thing inbetween us. Chloe jumped out of her seat and pulled me away.

"Morgan! Please don't troll someone already! It makes them cry!" As Chloe pushed me out of the living room, I heard a small smack and Emily screaming 'Don't hit Iggy!'

Me: No one's here? Yes! I can have a norm-
Pearl: Line break!
Me: Damn it Pearl!

I rubbed my eyes trying to get rid of the sun. It didn't work. I finally opened eyes to see blue one staring right back at me.

"Good morning Morg-OW!" I blink and realized i just hit Myrna with a BIG book.

"Ah! I'm sorry! I thought you might be a burgler or something!" I think my paranoia is getting the best of me... I think I should get some help. England quickly poked his head in.

"Morgan, it's time for breakfast love." I walked into the kitchen and cringed at the smell of bacon and eggs. I quickly grabbed a chocolate chip muffin form the pantry.

"Are you sure you don't want bacon?"

"Kitty, for the hundreth time, I don't eat pork." I took another bite of my muffin before collapsing on the couch.

*ding-dong*

"Damn it. First it's the sun, now the doorbell. Why can't I sleep?" I grumbled as I opened the dooor to see... yep. A big, fucking box. The world must hate me today. I snatched the pen and signed, ushering Mark to the living room at the same time.

"Maybe it's Romania!" Myrna chirped.

"You and your vampire fetish." I rolled my eyes.

"It could be Italy..." Em truely was an Italy fan.

"Watch this be France. Just watch." I untaped the manual and...

Black: LINE BREAK!
Me: Do you even know Blue?
Black: *sweatdrop* Actually, White told me to do this. she said my yelling was distracting her from her work.
Me: Of course...

Yes! I'm evil and leave you a cliffhanger! Who do you think is in the box? I don't know yet...

Translation~!

(1) Ah! Hello England! How are you? You know, you should go out for some tomatoes with me!

(2) Hello England! After you get out of this box, we should go into the bedroom for some fun, no?

Yeah, i know this chapter might be a bit short, but I don't want to risk a big chapter with my laptop! So, this will probably be the last update before I get a new computer.

You know, I'm wondering, what is your favorite OC of mine? It's for a future story...