Hetalia in the House (Hetalia Units Fanfic)

Let's Pretend

Returning home, I see that infamous mint truck and Nolan standing near the door.

"I'm here Nolan," I yelled as I opened my car door.

He turned to me and smiled, "I'm sorry about yesterday. The unit was lost in transit."

I nodded and opened my door, the guys brought the things inside while I just held the door open. Our pets ran out to greet us;

Toro went to Antonio, nudging his shin. Rubbing affectionately the Spaniard gently pats his head, Toro moos with glee.

Pierre flew around Francis's head before landing on his shoulder, pushing his head under the mop of Francis's hair. Cooing happily as his owner laughs softly.

Gilbird does the same as Pierre; however, the little yellow bird lands on Gilbert's head. He was chirping as he made himself comfortable while Gilbert smiled sweetly.

Lastly, Charley ran full speed into me and jumped into my arms. Her happy barks and frequent licks were enough for me to see that she was excited to see me, "Hey mama! I miss you too, did you have fun with your friends?"

Once again she barked, and then she glanced over to the strange arrangement of pets that we have. Charley curls into my arm and gets comfortable, while I use my other hand to sign my name on the outstretched clipboard.

Soon the large box, the seventh in total, was brought into the living room. With the newly acquired unit's manual set on the table, Nolan left.

Just as I was about to shut the door, I saw Daphne, Alfred, Ivan, and Arthur coming up the street so I stood there. Daphne was talking, with the way she was waving her hand this way and that, it was the conversation for the century to Alfred who nodded along eagerly. Ivan was quietly listening and possibly politely tuning them out. Just the look on his face tells me everything, and finally, Arthur's face held a smile, a tight smile, but a smile nonetheless.

"C'est toi Matthieu?"
(Is that you Matthew)

I turn to Francis, "What?"

The unit in the box spoke quietly, almost like a whisper, "Francis? Pouvez-vous me laisser sortir, s'il vous plaît?"
(Francis? Can you let me out, please?)

"Of course!", the Frenchman glanced over, "Can you help me get him out?"

"Yeah."

I put Charley on her pet bed and ran into the kitchen to receive my handy hammer. Gilbert and Antonio backed away to give me and Francis room to work. Slowly, we got the top nails out of the box.

"HEY ANDY! GUESS WHAT?", Daphne yells to me from the doorway.

Looking at the front door, Daphne entered with the rest but slowed to a stop. Ivan, Arthur, and Alfred approach the box.

"Ooo, who is it this time?"

"Looks to be your brother."

"Yahoo!"

"Alfred?"

"Don't worry bro! I'll get you out.", Alfred grins. He gets in front of the box and pulls the front clean off. The remaining nails were still stuck in the slab and unmasked Alfred's brother. Indeed he is Alfred's brother since they look almost identical. His eye color and hairstyle were the only differences. His eye color is like a lilac color, strange I know. Ivan's eyes are a similar color, but Canada's eyes have more blue, so I guess it's like lavender. However, it's noticeable if someone looks only at his eyes long enough. From afar, it'll look more like a soft blue. His hair looks to be the same length as Alfred's but wavy with a long curly strand of hair in front of his face. I stepped away as Francis lectured Alfred about how dangerous that stunt was.