A random fanfic I thought of in a second, enjoy!

"Mom, there's no need to worry. My first day in my apartment has gone smoothly...Yes I remembered to pay the water bill...Good night, Mom." I hung up. Today I moved out of my Mom's house and into my apartment. She worries so much about me, deep inside she knows I'm fine.

I've earned enough money to pay the rest of college besides my scholarship, for now I have to unpack the rest of my stuff.

After I finished storing the rest of my stuff away, I went on to search for homemade items. My thirteen year old sister Maria must have been searching for online stuff on my account. She's obsessed with this anime called Hetalia: Axis Powers. Now there's Hetalia junk all over my home page.

I scrolled down to the suggestions, there's items from this seller called Heta-Units. I clicked on it out of curiosity, the units were life sized robots that looked like they were from the actual anime. In the description there was a drawing for a free random selected unit.

Maria's birthday was coming up, maybe I should enter and get her a unit. I signed my name up, the drawing ends tomorrow. Good, I could check if I won after my journalism classes.

I imagined what it would be like for Mom having a life-sized robot in the house. Yeah, I should keep the unit at my apartment. I would never hear the end of it from Mom. I turned of my Mac and changed into my fuzzy zebra-striped pajama pants and went to bed.

I was walking to Maryland University, my best friend Sophia caught up to me. "Writing anything lately, Hailey?" She asked while carrying a stack full of books. "I'm still writing my werewolf romance novel, Fangs." I answered. I'm supposed to be writing the part where Robert transforms into a werewolf but I'm suffering from writer's block.

"You realize that if your novel becomes a hit, it will become the next Twilight." She laughed as we went to our first class. When I got home I raced to the computer, when I opened my message box on my gmail I had an email about winning the Heta-Unit. The shipping estimation read it should arrive today, but the mail already came. So, where is my unit?

As if the universe was reading my mind the doorbell rang. I stood up and answered it, there was a package on my porch, bigger than me. It said Heta-Units on the side so I assumed it was my unit. After five minutes of groaning, I managed to drag the package in. I dropped it in front of the couch and ripped the tape off of it.

The box contained two units. I looked at a note on the other side, 'Since you were the only one that entered you get two units. Please enjoy your product.' I found two manuals and tossed them on the ground next to me. I pulled out a unit that had dark blond hair and glasses while wearing a bomber jacket. The second had similar hairstyle and color but with bushy eyebrows, wearing a green military uniform but with a tie under it.

When I touched their faces they had skin, that felt so real. The company knew how to make an interesting product. I arranged the units so they were sitting on the couch. Then I began reading the one of the manuals:

Alfred F. Jones (USA) Manual

Before you activate your product make sure your unit isn't near a Ivan Braginski (Russia) unit or your America unit will not activate properly, it will act in cold war with the Ivan unit.

Speech: The Alfred unit acts as though he is the hero so will say heroic speech and will constantly ask to go to Mc. Donalds.

Settings/Modes:

Hero Mode: Activated when owner is in trouble or screams help.

Normal Mode: Activated when hears an Arthur Kirkland (UK) unit and Francis Bonnefoy (France) unit arguing.

Hungry Mode: Activated when a fast food restaurant is in sight.

There are other unspecified modes so beware when America can change into a different behavior.

Warranty: The warranty ends after two years. For the America unit is supposed to last a lifetime.

As I put the manual back in the box I felt a finger tap on my back. I turned around. "Hey, do you know where I can grab a cheeseburger?" I was facing the Alfred unit and the other one was in the kitchen. "Sure, like my scones aren't good enough." It said. They both sounded lifelike, as if my little sister's anime characters were actually alive.

"Britain, no one wants to eat your scones!" America yelled back. He turned back to me. "Haha, looks like I scared her to death." Britain came back from the kitchen, disappointed that I had no ingredients for scones. "That's very gentlemen like."

I stood up, still in shock. America laughed again, "She's looking at us like we're aliens, speaking of aliens where's Tony?" He began to dig through the bubble wrap and found extra outfits and started throwing them on the ground. "Alfred! Those were my good clothes!" Britain began refolding his own clothes. "Hey, I found five hundred dollars in here and a Mc. Donalds arch card with hundred more dollars!" Alfred cheered as he came back out of the box.

Britain sighed as he was in the middle of folding a second uniform. "There's no British pounds in here. How am I supposed to by something?" He asked searching through the box as well. I finally got the nerve to speak up. "Well, we're in America after all. I don't see the need for British pounds."

They both looked at me, now I see why Maria likes this anime. Despite the yaoi and historical inaccuracies they were hot. America grabbed my hand and shook it, still feels so real. "Sup, dude I'm America and this is Britain. He can get quite into a temper when something isn't perfect." He whispered.

Britain seemed to have heard him. "Are you calling me a perfectionist you bloody git? You're worse than Sealand!" He tackled Alfred and they both fell on the coffee table. That's it, I grabbed them both by the cuffs of their outfits and pulled them apart. "Listen, as long as you're in my household you guys can't bicker and fight when you feel like it." I yelled at the two of them.

I released them when they calmed down. "Now, I have some leftover lasagna in the fridge, instead of fast food and scones you guys can eat that." They both groaned. "But leftovers isn't as good as food that is cooked once you get at the restaurant!" America complained.

"It's better than eating some of frogface's food." Britain said as he went in the kitchen.

After many complaints from Alfred, I made some homemade cheeseburgers. Britain stuck to the lasagna. When I ordered these robots I didn't expect them to be so...alive. This is going to take some getting used to.