The Idiotic Adventures Of Anna Parker (Hetalia FanFic) (EDITING)

Daily Life of the Parker House

"And this is the upstairs," I wave my hand, showing them, "Some of you might have to share, so if you don't mind, I'd advice staying someone you actually like. There's a guest house out back that can hold 4 people."

Sarah comes out of her room, smiling at the countries. They eye her.

Great, not even one day and they already have the hots for my younger sister. I sigh, walking down the stairs. But, being my clumsy self, I miss the last step and fall with a loud thump. "Oof." I murmur.

Sarah comes out of the kitchen with juice, laughing at me. She passes without helping me up. I glare at her until she goes into her room. Damn 15 year old. I get up, sighing.

This is actual a daily thing. I usually fall because, well, half of it is because I'm a idiot and the other half is because I'm a klutz. But I know I'm not the only one who falls down the stairs daily, so I don't worry to much about it.

I walk into my kitchen, grabbing a Mountain Dew and walking out. I walk into the living room, seeing the Axis and Allies watching TV.

"That'll make you hyper." Arthur says.

I sip at it before answering with a smirk, "You sound like my grandma."

Before he can call me any Brit word, I turn to leave. I walk into the dinning room to see the boys of the Bad Touch Trio. They look up from whatever they are doing to stare at me. "Hello." I greet with a grin. "Hey, mädchen." Gilbert grins back.

I nod, walking out. They make themselves at home quickly.

~*~

"Anna?" Makayla's voice asks over the line.

"Yeah, it's me, sorry to bother you on a Monday." I say, walking into my living room. A couple of guys look at me strangely and I smile awkwardly. "It's summer, Anna, I'm free. What's up?" She says with small sound of rustling noise.

"Um, I need you to come over ASAP." I say walking into the kitchen. Alfred and Mathias look at me strangely.

I smile innocently, moving to another room. "Anna, it's like 10 in the morning." The sound of the fridge opening in the back round.

I sigh, walking into a bathroom. Vash stands at the sink, confused. "Hi." I say awkwardly.

"Hello." Makayla replies.

"Not you, idiot." I hiss as Vash waves. I leave the bathroom. "Well," Her words are muffled, like she's eating something, "I'll come over, I just gotta tell my mom and I'll be there."

"Thank you," I sigh, leaning against the stair rail, "I'm kinda freaking out."

I hear her chuckle. "You're always freaking out, see you soon."

"Bye." Click. I sigh, walking into the living room. Justin stare at me with squinting eyes. I squint back, mocking him.

"Who said Makayla could come over?" He asks.

"Who said Matt could come over yesterday?" I ask back, smirking.

He looks at me. "When did you become such a bit-" I interrupt him by singing Viva La Vida at the loudest I can, drowning out his words. He starts to yell.

"YOU CAN'T SING FOREVER-"

"FOR SOME REASON I CAN'T EXPLAIN, I KNOW SAINT PETER WON'T CALL MY NAME-"

"YOU SHORT LOSER-"

"STUTTER STUTTER STUTTER! DI-DI-DI-DI-DI-DID I?"

"I'LL SICK SARAH ON YOU-"