Wazzup ya'll? It's me again, here with chapter 5! I know, this is the uickest update I've ever done. Ever. But, I was wicked inspire today, so that's how it worked out! There is the debut of a new OC in this one! She is based heavily off of my big sis JCScannell(check out her page, she's the bomb!) And yes, all of her and Indie's interactions in this are basically mine and my sister's everyday talk.

I kinda hopped onto the last train to boring town for this one, sorry about that! But I just had sooooo much stuff describe that needed describing!

Also, for those of you trying to guess the pairing *cough* .1302 *cough* They become a little more prominent in this chapter and will in chapters to come, so look out ;)

K, I dun wanna do the Disclaimer soooooooo... Ah! Roma!

Romano: What is it, Writer badger?

Why are you sweet to every other girl but me? :(

Romano: Because I hate you.

But I love you!

Romano:... Okay. I maybe don't hate you entirely.

You mean that ?*.*

Romano: S-si...

Aw, thanks Lov! *hugs him calmly as to not scare him off* *Roma hugs back*

Romano: Alright, Ninja doesn't own anything to do with me or anything relevant to Hetalia, Thank God, she only owns Indie, Sam and that fluffy tailed badger over there *indicates my plot bunny*

ON FORTH TO THE STORY!


5. Home Is Where The Nerd Is.


"Because I was going back home tomorrow…"

I'm leaving my hotel right now at, what time is it? I looked down at the Sailor Moon watch gracing my wrist. 6:30. Awesome. It only takes about three hours to get back home, so I'll be on time for breakfast! I thought excitedly. And it's a Saturday, so Sam will be home. I couldn't wait to see my older sister again. I've only been away for two days, but we're close so I miss her pretty bad.

Alright. Here we go. I thought as I got back into my trusty Jeep, Tsubaki. Yeah, I named my Jeep after a Soul Eater character. Problem?

I drove to the nearest Starbucks, grabbed a java chip and went on my merry way.

****************** Ooh, Sparkley time skip!*****************

As I pulled into the driveway leading to mine and my sister's small house, said sister came out and waved at me from the porch steps. Smiling, I parked behind Sam's electric blue Wolkswagen beetle before getting out of my own car. Before I even had time to go around back to get my stuff, though, I was glomped by my big sister. Despite the fact she was two years older than me, putting her at eighteen, we were the exact same height, so the glomp wasn't that painful.

"Dubstep!" Sam shouted in my ear. "I missed you!"

Laughing, I hugged her back tightly. "Missed you too, nee-san!" I said back happily. After a two-minute long hug fest, I was finally released and allowed to retrieve my bags.

"So," Sam started, a mischievous tone playing behind her voice. "How was it?" She asked. I could tell she was barely keeping in her curiosity, it was probably killing her right now.

Sam is an interesting person. She has a happy personality, but can be sort of
intimidating when you first meet her. She is also crazy protective of me, always has been; so that can be a problem some times. But it usually turns out for the better. Sam is also probably the most sarcastic person you will meet in your entire life. I'm not kidding, this girl lives, breathes, and eats sarcasm. She also just enrolled at Liberty university and is majoring in worship, with a billion other classes on the side. Most important about her though, is probably that, like me, she is a total Otaku and Nerd.

Don't get me wrong, though. We're both the healthy kind of otaku/nerd! So basically on the otaku side: we listen to Vocaloids, we buy all our favorite manga and anime, we get the stuffies, we read/write fanfics and we go to cons and cosplay. As for nerd?: We read comics, we watch Star Wars as well as read the books, we watch Doctor Who, and have our own sonic-screwdrivers. We also game, but I'm a much bigger gamer than Sam.

So basically, we're your average nerdy 16 and 18 year old girls! Sorry for the long intro, back into the story!

I sighed, knowing there was no way she would wait long for my answer, and turned towards my nosy sister. "It was stressful and different," I said recalling my treat run for the 'Bad Touch Trio'. "But it was fun." My sister smiled at my reply and grabbed my suitcase for me, heading back into the house.

"Well good," Sam said as we stepped over the threshold and into our living room. "I'm glad you had fun!" I could tell she was about to say more, but just then, my stomach growled rather loudly. I looked back at her, one eyebrow raised in a 'is there food?' kind of way, and she smiled back, skipping into the kitchen.

I followed her in, leaning back on my Heelys as I did so that I rolled in. I walked over the island in the middle of the kitchen and sat down at one of the two stools, expecting to be served. Sam gave a playful glare and walked over to the fridge to grab eggs and bacon.

"You could put on the toast, Indie!" She said as she began cooking the bacon. True, I could do that. Groaning, I got out of my seat and put on two pieces of toast, one on a lighter setting than the other.

"Alright." Sam said, momentarily ignoring the eggs. "You told me that it was probably going to be mostly guys, so tell me." She looked me in the eyes and demanded my attention, turning serious all of a sudden. "They didn't do anything freaky, right?" My sister asked.

I had to think carefully over what I said next. Do I tell her about Francis? And Russia with his 'Becoming one'? Crap, this might be hard to avoid. I thought worriedly. Then I just figured I might as well get it over with.

"Well, there may or may not have been this one dude who possibly might have been a little on the pervy side and was possibly, but maybe not! French…" I said letting that sentence fade away. My sister looked at me in the eye again.

"On a scale from Aidou Hanabusa to Master Roshi, how pervy?" She asked, still serious despite her anime analogy. I gave that some serious thought.

"Shigure Sohma." I said finally. She seemed a little relived at my answer.

"So just a little pervy and really flirty?" She clarified.

"Yep!" I cheered happily. "But after a conversation or two, he says I'm more like a little sister to him than anything." I said reassuringly.

"A little sister that you flirt with." She added helpfully. I laughed at that, loving my sister's lightning fast comebacks. The toast popped up right as Sam finished the bacon and eggs, so I put some homemade apple jelly on it(If you've never had this before, you don't even know the definition of awesome0_0) and sat down to eat.

We prayed first and discussed random things while we ate. I finished watching Dragon Ball Z Kai, Sam finished watching Angel Beats, and we both put up new chapters on our FanFiction. Two more days passed by, much like this one, and it was now Monday. And we all know what Monday equals. School.

Lucky for me though, I was homeschooled. This was the entire reason I was able to randomly drive to D.C. and get a new job and why I will be able to continue doing so. So, I bid Sam (it's not short for anything, its really just Sam!) a nerdy farewell, giving her the Spock hand and saying 'live long and prosper', as she headed to Liberty. I walked back into our house smiling, as I walked upstairs to my bedroom where my schoolwork was.

I was able to do two days' worth of work in only two hours, rushing a bit so I was ahead, before I got a call from an unknown number. How strange. I thought. Might be a telemarketer though, and that would be fun. My mind taking a devious turn, I picked it up. "Hello?" I answered into the speaker at the bottom of my iPhone.

"Hej, Indie!" A goofy voice called from the other end of the connection. "I'm glad I got the right number! It's me, Denmark!" The voice shouted. I almost dropped the phone out of pure shock. Kill me now. I thought despairingly.

Wait a second. "How did you get my number?!" I demanded, voicing my concern. The other voice merely laughed before saying,

"Easy! Germany had it on file and I asked him for it!"

"Nani?!" I shouted, letting my Japanese slip. "Why would he do that?!"

"Okay, so maybe he didn't, but Feli did!" Denmark declared proudly. I wanted to smack myself right now. As much as I like you Veneziano, I might have to kill you for this.

Sighing, I continued with my questioning. "Why are you calling me anyway, Denmark?" I asked annoyed.

"Oh ja!" He shouted, remembering what it was he was annoying me for. "I just thought I should tell you that me and the rest of the countries will be at your place in, like, 5 minutes." He said gleefully. I really did drop the phone now. You're kidding, right? I can't handle that!

I picked up the phone from where it fell on my Return of the Jedi throw blanket. "Mind if I put you on hold for a sec, Den?" I asked hastily. Denmark just gave me a 'sure' in return. Great.

I quickly ran back downstairs and grabbed the home phone of its base. I typed in my sister's number and tapped my foot impatiently as I waited for her to pick up. Finally, I heard her lively voice, which was so close to mine, come through the phone.

"Hey, FullMetal." I heard Sam say in her best Mustang impression. "What's up with calling me on such short notice?" She said, making a pun on Edward's height. Despite how tense I was right now, that made me laugh pretty hard.

"Okay, that was awesome and you win 5 internets." I complimented my sister. I could hear a muffled 'yuss' come from her end. Then, getting back on track, "I have a question though: When will you be home?" She could hear that I was desperate and replied quickly.

"I'm around the corner, dub-chan. Doshite?" She asked, slipping into some Japanese of her own.

I gave a huge sigh of relief at hearing that. "Yokatta. I need your help." I said. I could hear shuffling as she straightened up in her seat.

"Of course. What are your commands, Taichou?" She said in a military formal voice.

"The dudes I work for are coming over, and I need moral support and help cleaning up." I replied plainly.

"Sir yes sir." She said curtly, not seeming that fazed by the sudden information. The added, "So, when will they be there?"

"Five minutes."

"Was?!" Sam exclaimed, switching to German this time. I could hear the distinct roar of an engine speeding up. Good, the quicker she gets here the better. Not three seconds after I heard her speed up, did my big sis pull into the driveway, sloppily parking and jumping out. She ran through the door I was holding open, breathing heavily before straightening up and pushing her fringe out of her eyes.

"K, what's first?" She asked saluting me.

"At ease." I saluted back. "You do the dishes and make sure our rooms are clean, and I'll clean the living room in kitchen." I sounded like my mom. Oh well. "Buut first, I need to go hang up on Denmark. Understood?" I asked, making sure to stay in character.

"Sir!" It's incredible Sam and I get anything done.

^v^v^v^ YOU GUESSED IT! TIME AWAY! ^v^v^v^

After going back upstairs and telling Denmark that I would be waiting, I headed back downstairs and started on the task at hand.

I can't believe it. We actually managed to do dishes and clean three rooms in under five minutes. I am now convinced that my sister and I were genetically altered at birth and our wicked-epic hero powers are only now developing. Or something like that.

The second I wiped the final spot of sauce of the kitchen counter, a huge 'DONG' bellowed through the house. I gave a small smile and called up to my sister, who was finishing up our rooms. "They're here, nee-san!" I shouted, using my nickname for her.

"Gotcha!" She called back brightly. Still smiling, I headed over to the front door and heaved it open, revealing sixteen nations, two birds and a polar bear just chillin' on my front porch. Here we go. I thought bracing myself.

"Hello." I greeted casually. Britain was in front and therefore was the one who addressed me. I wasn't expecting what happened next, though.

"Oh, good evening! Is Indie here?" Yeah. I bet you weren't expecting it either, were you? My mouth dropped at his words and I looked down at myself, wondering what would make him not recognize me.

For starters, I was wearing thin-framed see through rectangular glasses with two tones, dark and light brown, rather than my contacts. I also didn't straighten my hair today, so it fell down to right below my shoulder blades in gentle dark brown waves, curlier at some points.

As for my attire, I was wearing red plaid skinny jeans with yellow and green as it's intersecting lines. Said jeans had a gray scarf tied around the hips and were tucked into dark-brown combat boots. I was also wearing a Black Butler tee that had Ciel dressed as a cow on it. To top it all off I had a dog tag that read 'Moon Healing Escalation!' around my neck.

Still, they should have at least guessed it was me.

"Are you kidding me?!" I exclaimed exasperatedly. "I AM Indie!" The countries fell into some state of shock after that. Except for Iceland. He just sighed and mumbled something along the lines of 'I told you guys it was. You should have listened to me…'

They didn't have long to react, though, because Sam burst out laughing behind me. Before I could even turn to look at her, Sam hugged my shoulders from behind. "You so got pwnd, Indie!" She laughed in my ear. I rolled my eyes at her reaction, but couldn't help giggling a bit myself.

"Yeah, getting pwnd, it happens." I laughed back. This sent my sister into another round of hysterics, considering it was a little inside joke of ours that started when we did zombie make-up for the first time*. Now, the countries had already directed their attention to my manic sister, but as soon as she wasn't able to hold herself back and started crying, they all turned worriedly back to me.

"Is she okay?" Spain questioned. I shrugged and looked straight into his bright green eyes.

"Probably." I replied unconcerned. "She'll get over it in a minute." Sure enough, after sixty seconds exactly, Sam was able to breathe again. She walked back up to us, looking a little sheepish at her outburst.

"Um, sorry about that." She said. As embarrassed as she was, Sam was strong and able to look them all straight in the eye. "You know when something totally awesome happens and you can't help but laugh uncontrollably? Yeah, that's what just happened." She said, already over her initial embarrassment. And then, changing the subject,
"I'm Sam by the way! Indie's totally awesome big sis." Sam said with a wink as she slung one arm around my shoulders.

"Older?" America asked from behind Britain. "You guys look more like twins, to me." This was true. Sam had the same dark hair as me in almost the exact same cut. Our eyes were also the same deep hazel, with light epicanthic folds covering the corners due to our Native American genes. Her skin was a shade paler than mine, but you couldn't really notice that much. Our biggest differences were probably body shape and the fact that Sam didn't wear glasses.

Sam looked a little disgruntled at the comment. "Yes, I am older." She spat back, still a little bitter about the fact we were the same height.

Britain watched as Sam glared at America, and him at her for a good few seconds before turning back to me. "Sorry about not recognizing you love, it's just that you look so…." He trailed off, not sure how to say it without offending me.

"Rowdy?" I offered.

"Yes." Sam said in immediate agreement before returning to her stare-down with Alfred.

"N-no, that's not-" Britain started, but I gave a light laugh cutting him off.

"It's fine, Britain. I know, it's different." I said reassuringly. And that's when all the nations stopped what they were doing to look at me frightened. What? What did I- Oh. That's what they're worried about? Giggling again, I wrapped an arm around my sister's back. "It's okay, she knows and I trust her." I said to the countries who were worried I spilled the beans about them being, you know, countries. They all took an air of relief at my words.

"Might I ask what exactly you guys are here for?" I asked doing my best not to sound rude. This time, it was Italy who answered me.

"We just wanted to hang out with you before we went back to our own countries, bella!" He chirped happily. Sam shot me a look at the name, which I promptly ignored before realizing we were all still standing at the entrance to my house.

I took a step back and signaled them all to come forward. "Why don't you guys come in? It's weird to just chill out here." I explained. They all looked grateful at the invitation, but before they could come all the way in, I held out my hand to stop them.

"Quick house rules: First, since it's my house I will not hold back any of my sarcasm or quirks, so don't expect me to remain professional. Second, there is a no cussing tolerance. Yes, I mean you Romano." Romano looked a little crest-fallen at this, but I continued anyway. "Third, you are free to go wherever you want in the house, but if you touch the upstairs bathroom or either of our dressers, you're dead." Everyone looked worried at that one. "Fourth, it's not my fault if I get a random visitor. They happen." Sam giggled at my use of the inside joke again. "That's really about it. Oh, one thing though, you might hear either Sam or I start spouting in a random language. Just ignore that." I finished, smiling invitingly.

All the countries walked into our house and took a good look around. I felt it was my job to give a tour, so I showed them all around the house. It was pretty cozy if I do say so myself. The living room was there to the right when you first walk in. It had a three-and-a-half walls, with the fireplace set on the eastern-most while the TV and Xbox 360 were on the northern. The couch was sat near the back, making it the first thing you saw when you walked in and the half-a-wall was separating the living room from the kitchen.

Once you got around the mini-wall, the kitchen was off to the right. It was small, but roomy. The walls were a light teal with accenting black cabinets. The sink was stainless steel as well as the dishwasher. The island was black and it's stools were teal, reflecting the rest of the kitchen. Simple colors, but they really got the point across.

If you went to the left, you came to a small hall that housed a bathroom, a spare bedroom and an arts room. It would take a while to describe them all, so we'll save that for later.

Finally, we reached the upstairs where mine and Sam's bedrooms were. Needless to say, the countries were a little more than shocked at mine and my sister's, uh, unique rooms…

We went to Sam's bedroom on the right first. The door on the outside looked like the TARDIS, and looked like a portal on the inside. Her walls were maroon with black trimming, one being covered entirely with a mix of posters: From bands to anime to Van Goh's painting of the TARDIS exploding. Her ceiling was dark blue with a glow-in-the-dark stars littering it's surface. She had a desk set against one wall and her dresser against another. Her bed, which was on the wall with posters, had a hot pink bedspread and a black-and-white checkered comforter. Near her bed was a bookshelf, absolutely filled with novels.

All the countries were taken aback by the onslaught of pure nerd-aura that was currently hitting them, and were stuck until Sam prompted them by pushing Denmark and Romano- the two closest to her- out and declaring, "If you thought mine was nerdy, just wait to see Dubstep's!" She said, clearly sensing the reason behind their faltering.

"Dubstep?" Germany questioned the curious nickname.

"I don't really know. She just came up with it one day." I said shrugging and heading to my room on the opposite side of the hall.

The outside of my room was black with the 'SOS Brigade's logo painted distinctly on it. I opened the door myself and tried not to be laugh at the gasps of shock when the others walked in.

My walls were a deep lavender with black Victorian swirls accenting it. But you could hardly tell with all my posters. Green day, Angle Beats, Dragon Ball, Gumi Megpoid, Rin and Len Kagamine, Asian Kung-Fu Generation, FullMetal Alchemist, D. Gray-man, Skillet, Un-go, Kaichou Wa Maid-Sama, TouHou, you name it, it was probably there. I had a desk on one wall that was covered in my drawings and a bookshelf on the other that was filled entirely with books and comics and manga. But mostly manga. There was another smaller bookshelf next to it that held all my anime and videogames. My bed was covered in anime and Vocaloid plushies. Next to my bed was a changing screen that was black with pink sakura petals trailing down it. I guess you could say my room was nerd-central.

I turned around and noticed that Japan was the most shocked at my room's décor. He seemed a bit flattered that I was so infatuated with his country's media. Or revolted. Either way.

Feeling satisfied with the overwhelming reaction, I addressed everyone in the room. "Yep. I'm a nerd." I said casually. "Hey, who wants lunch?" I then said, my A.D.D. getting the better of me.

Sam, America, Italy, Prussia, Spain and Denmark immediately shot their hands in the air, momentarily forgetting about my nerdiness. Sam shot America another nasty look before they both started laughing and shook hands. I don't really know what just happened, but okay.

We all headed back downstairs and I told everyone to wait in the living room while me and Sam made lunch.

"Ve, what are we having, bella ragazzas?" Italy asked from his place on the arm of the couch next to Germany. Sam gave me that look again upon hearing Feli, considering Italian was one of the langauges we were both fluent in. I flashed my sister a playful smile before replying to Feliciano.

"Well, considering I have to feed eighteen people and the only thing I have in abundance is vegetables and chicken, we're having chicken on salad!" I told the young man kindly. He didn't seem to mind my decision whatsoever and went back to asking Germany about new upgrades for his Kupelwagen.

"Do you think I could help, Indie?" Iceland asked rising from his seat and walking up to me. Wow. He's pretty tall. I thought distracted as I looked at him. I blushed when I realized I was staring at him, but composed myself enough to answer him.

"No thank you, Iceland! Me and nee-san can handle it just fine, but thank you for the offer." I smiled at the country who, thinking about it, couldn't have been much older than me physically.

Emil looked a bit disappointed, but nodded and walked away to sit with his big brother. Smiling at how cute they were when they fought, I turned back to the kitchen and started getting ingredients out of the fridge before stopping when I realized something.

I was cooking for half the world.


Cool beans, guys! Are you ready for some fluff next chapter? Cause there gon' be fluuuuuuuuff ^_^ I have been plotting this epic fluffiness for days with mia sorella and I am so excited to write it!

You know the drill, I want feedback! Good or bad, I can take it! Once again, I apologize for the lameness of this chapter, but how do you like Sam? I love her ^w^ But that's just 'cuz she's like my big sis!

*This is a true story. We were doing zombies for halloween one year, right? And we were looking at youtube vids for it and we came across this one, and the makeup dude put fake blood trailing out of the guy's ear and he said "Blood coming out of your ear, it happens" and has since then become a running joke between me, my mom and my sis!

And yes, Nee-san and Dubstep are our actual sister pet-names.

*Puts on her best Paula Deen voice* It's the Translations, ya'll!

Nee-san= Japanese for Big Sister.

Hej= Hey

Nani= What

Ja=Yeah

Doshite=Why

Yokatta=That's good/I'm glad

Taichou=Commander

Was=What

Kupelwagen= You guys remember this episode, right? Well, in short, it's a German army car. Sort of, I guess.

Quick thing, it was pretty incredible how many other animes' I referenced to in this, huh? Yeah, I'm pretty awesome XD Oh, BTW I don't own any of them either!