Hetalia in the House (Hetalia Units Fanfic)

A Day With The Bad Touch Trio

My dreams of eating an ice cream sandwich on a beach shoreline are currently being ruined by the light shaking of my shoulder. "What?"

"Andromeda, there's someone here for you."

I groan at the thought that someone wants me at this hour. I bet it's like 9 or, god forbid, 6 in the morning.

"I don't want to get up.", I whined as I felt Arthur shaking me awake,

"Ask them to come again later."

I heard him sigh before adding, "It's important to not neglect your work."

I peeked over to him and he looked back at me. The challenge was there and honestly, it lasted for a good few minutes before I gave up. I'm too tired to continue this argument, "All right."

"Good! Now on your feet.", he grins, pulling the comforter off me.

Sluggishly, I let him before going to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I don't care about how I look in the morning as long as my breath smells like a combination of Colgate and Listerine. Fresh and Clean is the way to go in my book.

Staring in the mirror, my bonnet sagged slightly to the left, my oversized shirt collar showing my bra strap, and my eyes still held some sleep in them. Honestly, I might do the repairs in the afternoon, I'm too tired even to do maintenance.

Heading back to my room, I see that Daphne isn't there. Wonder where she is? She's probably out and about, but that doesn't matter, she'll be back.

Moving to the kitchen, I see Mrs. Torpey and my other roommates enjoying themselves at my dining table. Ivan sitting in the armchair, knitting. Lastly, Arthur stood near the sink. I'm guessing Alfred is in the bathroom.

Mrs. Lois Torpey is a recurring customer, well my go-to client. She is NOT a tech-savvy person, the only thing she can do correctly is call and text. Even then, that is be hassle to deal with. However the worst thing is that she is the town's blabbermouth. Within this small seaside city, she always spills be it factual or not.

But here she is, sitting there, blushing like a schoolgirl caused by the troublemakers themselves. Francis is talking to her in French, a language she is VERY familiar with, Gilbert hands her a plate, and Antonio sets a drink next to it. All shirtless and in boxers. Although I'm annoyed by their behavior, they do look good.

Which is exactly why I have to hurry to get her out. Lois does not know when to leave once she gets comfy. As soon as Francis saw me, he got up from his spot; came over to wrap his arm around my waist, and rested his head on top of mine, "Good morning my little star, how did you sleep? I hope that black sheep didn't touch you anywhere."

"What was that frog?", Arthur questions angrily as he turns from the sink. "Unlike you, I'm a gentleman."

"No Francis, he didn't.", I remarked as I moved from the Frenchmen, eyes looking everywhere but at him.

Startled, she was snapped out of her love-struck daze, "Oh! Andromeda, dear when did you come out?"

"Just now. So, your laptop?", Mrs. Torpey laughed as she left the three men there, waving shyly, "Such lovely men! Do they all live here with you, Andromeda?"

I nodded and took her to the porch. I don't want them to be in a scandal with Torpey. I definitely won't hear the end of it.

"So what could be the problem with your laptop Mrs. Torpey?", She sighs and takes it out of her mini-computer, "Well I tried to type and it just won't go down."

She lifted the top and the screen flashed on. It shows her Facebook page with a message prompt standing tall on the corner of her screen. She pressed the 'a' key and like she said it wouldn't go down. I tried the other keys and some work and others didn't.