Hetalia in the House (Hetalia Units Fanfic)

Magic IS real!

The Floor Plan displayed above
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Waking up, I thought this morning wasn't going to be good. I have only four hours of sleep in me and I am close to losing the little money I saved up.

"Maybe someone will stop by today.", I groan as I walk into my bathroom. I brush my teeth and wash my face. Trying to think of positive thoughts, but the rancid smell of puke and seeing a nauseous Frenchman head towards the nearest trash can to resume his vomiting could hinder the process. But let me think on the bright side,

"I have all I need to make today a great day."

Again.

"I have all I need to make today a great day."

One more time for good luck.

"I have all I need-"

"Hey Andy, we need you in the kitchen.", my daily affirmations were interrupted by rapid knocking on my door, which sounded like Toni. "What happened now?"

"Nothing. Just need to show you something."

Weird... but I have to come out of the bathroom eventually. So I walked to my bedroom door to see that it was indeed Antonio at my door. A radiant smile graced his face and his eyes gleamed with joy.  "Breakfast is ready!"

"Breakfast?"

The Spaniard's hand caught mine and pulled me to the kitchen before he could answer my question. The smell of bacon, potatoes, eggs, toast, and other food-related items floating in the air like a tornado filled the hallway. In the kitchen was everyone except for the animals, Alfred was standing in the kitchen, and looked to be grabbing a piece of bacon. Ivan sat at the dining table with a cup filled with coffee. Francis and Gilbert were organizing the food onto plates. Gilbert peers at us, 

"Morning. I hope you like omelets."

Alfred grins as he steals some more bacon, "Good morning Andy! Sleep well?"

"Yeah....", I responded, scanning the food on my counters.

"Bonjour Andromède."
(Good morning Andromeda)

"Mornin'."

Finally stepping into my kitchen, Gilbert gave me my plate with a smile. Antonio guided me to the table, pulling out a chair for me. Weirdly, I sat. It's unsettling to have someone cooking for me again. I think it's been years...

Ivan smiled as he took a sip of his drink, "Did you sleep well?"

I nodded before shoveling the food into my mouth. Now, I don't normally do this; however, when delicious food is placed in front of me and its mouthwatering aroma travels up my nose I have to take a little nibble. After I swallow that small nibble, I have to devour it.

It was amazing! The potatoes had to be fried with something, the bacon bits were the right mix of crunchy and soft. I taste some parsley and onions in it. 10 out of 10; I truly recommend this dish for some type of reward. Those were my thoughts before I began to choke. I pound my chest as I begin to cough up some of the potatoes in the omelet that enter my windpipe, "Andromeda, please slow down!"

I heard Francis' caution as he handed me a glass of water. After a moment, I got my coughing under control and resumed eating much to Alfred and Gilbert's amusement. Demolishing my omelet, I move on to my tomato toast. It's something I never had, but I'll try anything once. It was just tomatoes on a piece of toast, but the garlic does something to this simple meal. Unbeknownst to me, the men in the kitchen watch me with delight.

A half-hour has passed since breakfast, and the time is noonish. I sat in the recliner as Francis swept the floor, Antonio was in the kitchen washing the dishes, and Gilbert washed the car due to the remnants of beer glued to the front of my van. Alfred took Charley on a walk and Ivan returned to his room shortly after breakfast. Gilbird, Toro, and Pierre were in the backyard doing their thing. Tony is... I honestly don't know where Tony is, but once again Alfred said not to worry since the little alien ate before I came in the kitchen.