A/N: So welcome to the beginning of this fiction. Not much action here, but it's just the beginning, so be patient. I may update once or twice a week, depending on my schedule. Oh, and school. But I'm nearly done with that! Yay, summer! Anyways. This fic is rated T for language. And maybe some other shit later, but that's not the point. Now read!

Disclaimer: WhatTheCrapola doesn't own Hetalia, and be glad she doesn't or else there would be huge amounts of crack pairings running around everywhere. All I own is the story and my OC's.

I blink open my eyes, slowly adjusting to the early morning sun. What a beautiful day it was going to be. I stand up and stretch before turning around to grab my robe. It's cold in the mornings, and I need to keep warm, lest I turn into a ferocious beast. I pad slash stumble down the stairs to the kitchen, where I begin to make some tea[1]. I need my tea in the mornings. I know, I sound like some weak little pussy - like, why aren't I drinking coffee? Well the answer to that is because I hate coffee. That stuff is disgusting. I finish making my tea and lean against the counter, breathing in the delightfully scented steam. Aaah.

Wait a second. Where's Tony? He usually is up by now. I glance at the clock. Ten o'clock. Well, we both slept in, I supose. Either way, we have to be at the movie theatre by two, so it wouldn't hurt to get him up now. I smile a little and set my mug on the counter. I know the perfect way to get him up. I walk over to a drawer and open it, pulling out an air horn. Oh yeah. This is going to be fun. On my way to his bedroom, I grab a roll of duct tape sitting on the stairs and pull off a peice, tearing it with my teeth.

I silently pull open the door to Tony's room (Yeah, I'm a ninja. Thanks for asking.) and grit my teeth. Quickly I tape down the button thingy, throw it at Tony's snoring form, and run. The air horn blares through the house, quite effectively waking up my roommate (and probably a few of the neighbors, too). I dash halfway down the stairs, then stop and listen with a smile on my face.

I hear a shrill scream then a loud thump as Tony probably falls out of bed. he comes running out of the room, wildly waving a baseball bat and yelling something along the lines of "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" I can't restrain a giggle, and of course that sends me into hysteria and I practically fall down the stairs. That's when Tony notices me literally rolling on the floor laughing and drops the bat.

"Starr..." growls Tony, stepping down the stairs towards me. I quickly stop laughing and sit up, legs splayed across the floor."Did you do that?" he asks, glaring at me while running a hand through his short brown hair. I climb to my feet and put on my perfected poker face.

"Of course not. That is a rather crude way of awakening someone." I say in a failed British accent. Tony sighs and cracks a smile. "Well, we're the only ones in this house, and I was asleep-key word was- so that leaves you."

I look at the floor and sigh dramatically. "Fine, I concede. I did the dirty deed. Hey, that rhymes!" I brush my long white hair out of my eyes and turn away. "Hm. Well, you're awake now, so make me some waffles." I go to the couch and sit down, turning on the Wii. Tony groans and walks to the kitchen."You're lucky I'm hungry too, or else you'd be making breakfast."

I smirk. Score one for Albino Girl.

Prussia would be proud.

BLAAAHHHH THIS CHAPTER IS SO BLOODY SHORT! AUGH EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO HIT MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL TT^TT /rant over But seriously, I hate how short this is. My other chappies will be longer, I promise! Stay with me!

Love from What The Crapola