A/N: Alright everyone, this is my new story based off of LolliDictator's manuals. Go to her profile now and read them! NOW! And thus begins my adventures with the Hetalia units!

CHAP. I: AND SO IT BEGINS...

As the sweat poured down my face and back, I wondered how I'd gotten myself into this mess! Oh, yeah...A stupid pop-up quiz on the internet! Thinking back, I wondered why I'd even filled the stupid thing out in the first place! Mom had always told me never to fill out the pop-up ads! And what did I do? I filled the damned thing out! Now I was running toward the entrance to Moscow to stop a crazy ex-nation from starting the next Cold War!

This was gonna be the hardest thing I'd ever done! Sure, my hero, Jack Bauer, could do it in 24 hours! I had less than an hour! If I were successful after the next 60 minutes, I would so need a shower! Or a nice hot bath.

-SEVERAL WEEKS PREVIOUSLY-

I was surfing the web, looking at art on DeviantART, roleplaying as my OC Ireland on Facebook and dA alike. Then, in the middle of replying to some of Scotland's antics on dA, a pop-up ad came up. Seeing Italy's face, I immediately let out a scream. Luckily the parents were out in a town like 3 hours away for some neurological dealio.

Why did I suddenly scream like a rabic fangirl? Because the text on the ad read: WIN YOUR OWN FREE HETALIA UNITS! I immediately clicked on it due to my fangirl urges. I breezed through the questions, and only got stumped on the "Do You Have Adequate Home and Health Insurance?" question. After some digging through my parents' papers, I typed in a yes, and hit send. While I waited for the results, I continued my web surfing.

In the dA rp, Ireland started putting the moves on for Austria, when the results popped up as quickly as a shimeji downloads with broadband! ...Which I am stuck with stupid dial-up. Damn house being in the middle of nowhere. Reading the text, I immediately let out another fangirl scream. I HAD EFFING WON! The first delivery would be at my house as quickly as a Blockbuster DVD arrives after you move it to the top of the queue! ...Oh my God, that's a mouthful.

So, I got off the internet and danced around my room with an invisible person. I flopped down on my bed, smiling like a crazy person! This is the best thing that ever happened to me! At least, until the units came...

-2 DAYS LATER-

I had gotten home from school. My homework was already done, and all my stuff was dropped on the couch. Mom was snoozing when I saw it. A truck...with the Magical Flying Mint Bunny on it! Magical Flying Mint Bunny deliveries? Seriously? I burst out the door and charged over to the delivery guy before he'd even got the crate out! Damn, he was cute. And a red-head, like me! And he looked about 20! Damn, I looked 20 as well! I was only a Sophomore!

I was too busy staring at his adorable face to notice he was holding out that electronic pad-thingy. I took it and did whatever I needed to do and handed it back to him. He smiled and asked, "Where should I put this?" motioning toward the crate.

"In the back yard, please. Can't have passersby witness the craziness about to ensue." I replied with a chuckle.

The guy chuckled as well, moving the crate to the back, handing me a small box and a manila envelope. Damn, those are so cool, all World War Two-y. I followed him to the yard, setting the box down on the lawn chair. I opened the envelope as he set the crate up, top side up, looking like a monolith. Delivery guy left for the truck and drove off as I read the name. My heart instantly did a backflip. IVAN BRAGINSKI: User Guide and Manual.

You're. Kidding. THE Ivan Braginski? I repressed a fangirl squee and flipped through the manual. Bodyguard this, yandere that, kolkolkol my pants...Ok, done! I looked at the crate, and grinned. I looked at the methods of waking him up, and the first one seemed by far the best. A scared Russia is always an adorable Russia! He's so cute all the time! Alright, now to business. I went so close to the crate I could smell the wood, and whispered in my best Belarus imitation: "Брат~!"

Almost instantly I could hear crying. I quickly unlocked the box and opened it. Ivan was crying and shaking and looking extremely adorable while cringing. I couldn't help but smile. I quickly hid it as he opened his eyes and looked at me. God, those violet eyes were just darling! He whimpered a little, then his eyes widened, a smile speading across his face.

"Ah...You are not Natalia, da?" he half-whispered, still a little frightened.

I smiled back, shaking my head. "Nope. My name is Brandie Delanie. So nice to meet you."

I held out my hand, he held out his, we shook hands. Damn, his hands were freezing! I walked back over to the smaller box, picking it up, and stuffing the manual into my jacket. I gestured for him to follow me, and as I went inside I could've sworn I heard him 'kolkolkol...' I went momentarily pale, setting the box on the kitchen table. At this point I was hungry and suspected he was as well, so I went over to the fridge and got out my well-earned tub of cookie dough.

Ivan was still smiling, eyeing the tub. I stared at it as well, wondering why it was so fascinating to him. I set it on the computer desk, completely forgetting of the library book written completely in Russian on the shelf next to it! While I went to get a spoon for the yummy dough-ness, I heard pages flipping. When I got back in the room, there was Ivan, sitting in my dad's chair, reading the book as if it were his very favorite. I smiled.

I popped open the cookie dough, slipping myself into the computer chair. I ate up spoonful after spoonful of cookie dough, forgetting Ivan was there. When I felt an icy cold hand on my shoulder and a deep "Kolkolkol..." I freaked out.

The Irish in me made me depressed for some reason at this moment, and I moaned and slammed my head against the desk. Just when I had started up my Russia shimeji program. Ivan looked at me, asking, "You're alright, da?"

I only moaned in response, clicking the Russia shimeji and throwing him across the screen. Ivan 'kol'd while I played with the shimeji, as if he didn't like what I was doing. "Abusing a miniature me is necessary, da?"

I spun around in the chair, my swinging legs nearly knocking him over. "Shut up, this is my house, MY rules. Got it? I can do whatever I want, you can't tell me what to do!"

Jeez, I forgot I was in PMS. I hope he doesn't hold this against me... "Kolkolkolkolkolkolkol..." ...I guess he does. Crap, it's only been like, what, 5 minutes? And I've already pissed him off! I shouldn't 've filled out that form just before my period! Ah, well. What's done is done.

That night was the worst EVER! Ivan had messed with some crap on the DVD/VCR player and broken it, and because I told him to stay out of my parents' sight, I had to take the heat for it! No computer for a week, no TV for a month? DAMN IT TO HELL, IVAN! The second I got into my room, I pulled him out of the closet and punched him smack in the face. I heard him 'kol' again, but I didn't effing care. I flung myself onto my bed, sobbing. He'd only just ruined my life.

Ivan stood there for a while before sitting on my bed. Feeling the dip in the mattress, I looked up at him. His nose was bleeding a little, but he was still smiling. Was it just me or was he looking a little sorry for his actions? Still mad that I'd lost half my social life for a week, I continued crying into my pillow. I shivered a little at first when I heard his voice whispering in Russian.

Then I felt his hand rubbing my back, picking me up and pressing me to him. Wow, is he trying to make me feel better? I guess he can't stand to hear a little girl cry. I figured he was singing some Russian lullaby, because, damn I was tired all of a sudden. Mmm, his scarf is so soft...I'm so tired...

I woke up wearing the same thing as last night, but with my head using a certain Russian's shoulder as a pillow. Ivan was letting out quiet snores, still asleep. I slowly slipped away from him, blushing. He'd been hugging me all night? Jeez, maybe being PMS payed off. Maybe I should be pissed off and cry more often around him. Now who would be shipped over today? I heard there were deliveries every day or every other day.

I quickly kissed Ivan on the cheek and bounced off to see if the cute delivery guy was back with another box!

The next chapter... CHAP. II: GET THIS EFFING PERV OFFA ME!