Hetalia in the House (Hetalia Units Fanfic)

Hetalia Unit?

Finally done!, I cheered internally as I stretched.

I've been working on my client's computer for a week and am finally finished. Charley, my chihuahua, barks as I get up from my computer chair. I giggled at her excited behavior, knowing that a treat was heading her way for being sweet and quiet.

"Okay okay, I know what you want.", I walk into the kitchen and grab some doggie treats.

Charley, on my heels, jumped feverishly as I held her reward. Shaking the treat in the air, I ordered her to lie down. My baby performed the trick amazingly so I gave her an extra treat. After that, I placed the doggy treats on top of the fridge. Walking back into the living room, my phone's notification ring came on; however, I didn't care about what I saw.

The notification in question is about a picture that my friend posted on her Instagram. Daphne snuggled against her boyfriend's chest, their faces held smiles and the beach behind looked beautiful. The couple looks happy, but with how much they fight, I can't see it lasting long. Liking the picture, I went to my laptop and Charley began to play with her toy bone near me.

Opening Google, I begin to search for a new series to watch, "The Last Of Us seems good, but so does The Nevers. Both have great ratings, but I could start the latest season of Hell's Kitchen. Outta left field is Castlevania. So let me think...."

I click on various websites for reviews and spoiler-free discussions, and an ad pops up suddenly and unexpectedly. It took up the whole screen and displayed,

Are you new to this area? Do you want FREE companionship? Today you can win 'Hetalia Units'.

Do you accept? Yes/ No

I clicked no, but it didn't work. So I click the 'x' button.

Congratulations! Thank you for clicking yes. Your package will come tomorrow, have a nice day.

It reads again before disappearing, leaving me on a review page for The Nevers.

Well, shit.

-----------The Next Day----------

Awoken by the sounds of Charley's barking, my eyes drudge over to a clock. Above my TV is a digital wall clock, which beams in red the time, 3:15 p.m.

Now why am I in the living room? Glancing over to my front door I hear my doorbell ring.

Crap! I rush to my bathroom to brush my teeth, I can't meet with another client with hot breath. After that, I heard more knocking on my door and Charley barking louder, aggressively at the unnamed client.

"Charley, stop it!", I yelled. "Who is it?"

"Delivery for Miss Andromeda Winslow!"

Delivery? I looked through the peephole and saw a man wearing a mint green bunny hat.

When did I... Oh right, the damn pop-up ad.

I unlock the door and it reveals that he is wearing a mint green shirt that has the company's initials 'F.M.B Inc.' printed in black, dark green mailman shorts with white socks and black work shoes. He has a name tag, 'Nolan' it reads. Other than that, he has short jet-black hair and looks a year or two older than me. Is this a new delivery service?

"Sign this while I go get your unit.", he said handing me the clipboard before walking away from my porch.

I nodded as I looked down at the pastel green clipboard and pen, "It IS free, so what's the worst that can happen?", I asked myself as I signed it. Looking up, I nearly drop the clipboard.