Hello! It's me again, and I'm here to update this time killer. If anyone finds this story, please tell me how I can improve my writing skills!

Every time I step on the floor, it creaks, which is bad, I don't want anyone else up. I'm forced to tip toe across the living room.

Its dead silent, you could hear a pin drop, as the northerners say.

Well it was anyways, as soon as I reach the door to the kitchen, I hear glass shatter. A robber? No problem. Arthur has taught me how to defend myself. Next to the door is a cabinet, and in that cabinet is a katana Arthur got on his trip to Japan. I silently open it, and take the katana, slowly opening the door as well.

The kitchens lights are off, thus I can't really see, "Who's there?!" I shout, waving the katana around aimlessly. "I have a weapon!" I angrily add.

"Wait dudette calm down! It's me!" a voice on the other side of the kitchen says. That voice sounds familiar, I take a quick guess.

"Alfred?" I squint, looking over at where he stands.

He proudly puts his hands on his hips, grinning, "the one and only!"

I lay the katana down on the nearest table, sighing deeply, I flip the light switch on too.

"What are you doing here? You only visit on the weekend!"

"What? I can visit my siblings anymore?" he answers, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Of course you can! Just stop breaking everything you touch!" I tell him, pointing at the vase he broke. He waves that away, really not caring for it. "How the hell did you even get in here?" I ask him.

"Whatever, that doesn't matter! Isete I'm taking you to visit America!" he shouts, throwing his arms out suddenly. His arms hit another vase, and it falls with a loud crash, breaking into a thousand pieces.

"Way to go, hero…" I mutter under my breath, out loud I add, "Well Arthur would need to know first, he gets mad when I wander off without permission…"

Alfred chuckles, shaking his head. "Stop being such a baby! You'll never go anywhere if you keep acting like that!"

I frown, crossing my arms, "I have to let Arthur know first, and then we can go."

Time skip

Alfred slowly turned the doorknob, and pushed in, opening the door a crack.

"Look in, see if they're sleeping."

I nod, and peek in, Sure enough, Arthur and Francis are there, sleeping peacefully. I feel two hands suddenly push me forward, and I stumble a bit.

"Go wake him up!" I hear Alfred whisper. I whip around, a scowl planted on my face, "Why me?!" I angrily whisper, "Why not you?!"

"Because I don't want to!"

"Ugh shut up! Fine whatever!"

I walk over to the bed, frustration easily shown on my face, and kneel down next to Arthur. He's snoring lightly, and his arm is lazily thrown over his head. I sigh, turning around to Alfred, who just shows me a thumbs up. I roll my eyes, turning back to Arthur, as I poke his cheek, he sleepily smacks my hand away.

"Hey, Arthur. Wake up"

Nothing

"Arthur!"

Nothing

"ARTHUR WAKE THE F-"

Well that did it, his eyes shot open, a scowl on his face.

"Young lady! We do not use such foul language in this house!" he exclaimed in his picky British accent.

"Brit dude! You're finally up!" Alfred shouts, a grin on his face.

Arthur quickly looks behind me, his eyebrows making a "V" shape out of frustration.

"And what the bloody hell are you doing here?!"

"Shhhh! You'll wake up frenchie!"

"His name is Francis!"

"What about me?" A sleepy Frenchman says.

"oH MY GOD, GUYS SHUT UP" I angrily say, "Can I go visit America already?"

Arthur looks even more angered,

"Of course-"

"Of course you can," Francis cut in, and shoos us away, "we can't keep you locked in this house forever. Go explore!"

So yeah, just in case you don't know their human names,

Alfred- America

Arthur- England/Britain

France- Francis

(And my O.C

Isete- Antarctica )