"So... how exactly did this happen?"
The feminine voice asked in confusion from the other side of the call as the young man stood in front of a large crate. He glared at it, wishing it was never standing in the middle of a small, yet empty apartment. Sure, their apartment did have furnitures but it was enough for the both of them. They did not the need to purchase any unnecessary products. Until now apparently.
"Uhh..." He tried to come up with an excuse but couldn't.
He noticed the darkening tone of her voice and couldn't help but feel a shiver running down his spine. There was no way he was telling her. At least, not until she returned from her job.
"Look, kakak. I think it's fine." He stammered out, speaking quickly. "You don't have to come home early, okay? Bye."
"Wait, wait adi-"
He tapped the 'End Call' button, sighing softly. Glancing at the crate once more, the young sixteen year old grabbed the manual from the table and started flipping through the pages.
"Since my sister's coming home late... I might as well try to activate you..."
Several Days Earlier~
Arissa Iman envied a normal life. At the same time though, she doesn't. For example, she absolutely hated that ringing phone that made her wake up early in the morning. However, she also adored said phone because of its uses, seeing as she always tried to maintan her close to non-existent social life.
Grumbling softly, she tossed around a little more before giving in to that damn phone.
"Senyaplah!" Arissa grabbed the phone and tossed it across the office space she called her bedroom. Luckily, it landed with a soft 'thunk' on a pile of papers. Manuscripts, no doubt. "Telefon bodoh..."
Arissa - 1
Stupid phone - 0
Sighing blissfully, slowly but surely, she fell into the depths of sleep for the second time...
"Ah! Shut up you stupid phone!" Feeling sleep deprived, she covered her head with her precious pillow, her only solace. At the same time, her brother decided to open the door. In mid motion though, he paused, silently watching the lump on the bed.
"What... did I miss?" He finally said, hiding his smirk.
"Adam!" Arissa gasped, peeking out of the pillow. Her eyes practically screamed 'Help me!'. He, however, let his smirk show and proceeded to close the door. He barely heard the following profanities as he continued on his daily morning routine.
Inside the room, Arissa picked up the phone, a low growl emitting from the thoughts of revenge. She was surprised to see that it wasn't an alarm, but a repeating phone call. Grimacing slightly, she answered the call and cautiously placed the phone at her ear.
"Arissa!" A familiar voice replied. Almost instantly, a soft smile bloomed on her face.
"Abang!" She looked around her room, deciding to get ready for her job. She browsed through the closet with one hand, the other holding the phone in place. "Dah lama tak dengar. How are you?"
"Fine. The course is hard but with luck, I can finish it this semester."
Oh, wow. Arissa could not believe it. She started to giggle, a rare occurrence for her.
"Wh-What? Why are you laughing for?"
"Your accent!" Her giggle morphed into a laughter, even making her older brother chuckle. "It's gone British!"
"Yeah, that's what happen when you live here for two years. You tend to pick up their accent."
"Yep." Arissa sighed happily, picking up a plain white long-sleeved shirt. "Anyway, when are you coming back?"
"Don't know. By the end of this year, I'd imagine."
"My god, you're even talking like them."
A sigh. "Arissa?"
"Yes, brother dearest?"
"Did you... prepare that?"
"Of course, aku bukannya orang bodoh." She paused, staring at her anime posters on the wall, especially one in particular. "It took me a while to find it, tapi.. dia mahal sikitlah. "
"I promise to pay you when I get back."
"It's okay. After all..."
"Never mind. I have to work soon."
"Alright then. Goodbye."
"Bye.." Arissa listened as he hung up. Sighing softly, she glanced back at the Hetalia poster, an anime she loved to watched before she was overloaded with her college and job. She still loved the anime even now, it was just that she didn't have time to watch as much episodes as before.
With that thought, she hummed and searched through the black hole of her closet.
Meanwhile, Adam Iman sat in the kitchen, munching on his breakfast as he mindlessly surfed through the Internet on his laptop. It was a Saturday, so he didn't need to wake up so early in the morning. But still, it became a force of habit since it involves his morning school.
The messy-haired brunette drank his coffee, opening a new tab when a sudden thought occurred to him.
Arissa's birthday. His sister's birthday.
It was next week. Or specifically, Friday next week.
His sister probably didn't even realised that fact.
"Crap..." He muttered, hands hovering above the keyboard. "What to get for her ah?"
At that moment, Arissa emerged from her bedroom, grumbling and yawning. The twenty year old woman wore a simple white blouse with her mocha cardigan, complete with skinny blue jeans. Her long black hair was tied in a single ponytail. He tensed, clicking on the mouse quickly to open the previous tab.
"Adik..." She slowly walked to the cabinets, taking out her packet of tea. "I will kill you for what you've done."
Adam chuckled nervously, scratching his head. Just let her have her tea and she would be back to normal. "I'm sure you will."
"Mmm." Arissa sipped her tea, sighing at the warmth. "Tea.. What a saviour."
"Sure it is." He rolled his eyes, drinking the last of his coffee. His sister made a 'tsk' noise in annoyance.
"Apa-apalah." She waved a hand in a dismissal motion. "Anyway, next week is going to be a busy week since I have a lot of work to do. So just cook whatever, ok?"
"Sure." Adam grinned then. "The chef is in the house."
"On second thought, nah." Grinning silently, the older of the pair raised her cup to her lips. "Forget it. I don't want you burning down the entire block."
Ouch. "That hurt, Arissa." He mockingly placed a hand on his chest. Arissa glared at him.
"It's supposed to hurt." Placing the cup in the sink, she faced him with a frown on her face. "I'll have to come back late. Around ten or so."
At least ten huh? He made a mental note, remembering about the birthday. He had a lot of time, that was good.
"So.." He started slowly. "Since tomorrow is a Sunday, you have any plans or not?"
"Plans?" She paused, thinking. "Well... I've been wanting to watch Hetalia lah. You remember that anime, right?"
Hetalia. Hetalia. Wait.. isn't it that anime?
"You never stop talking about it."
"Yeah.." A fond smile seemed to appear for a moment. "They're the only reason I love history."
"So I've heard." Okay, he thought, she still likes that anime. I wonder if there's something on the Internet...
From what he could remember, she had always complain about the prices online since the merchandise was practically non-existent in their country.
Arissa walked to the entrance of the flat, carrying her bag. "I'm coming back late today also, ok? See you."
With a slam of the door, he turned his gazed back to his laptop, reopening the tab he was using. Adam typed in the words 'hetalia merchandise' and started scrolling through the pages. Until he stopped at one particular website that caught his interest.
"Hetalia units, huh? I wonder what it is..."
Since I'll probably can't write A/N in the beginning, might as well do it at the bottom.
This is a new project of mine, only several days old. I've written and posted first on FF.net, so if you see that fanfic, worry not. That was me.
I was a little worried that, despite me watching with Hetalia for I don't know how long, I still haven't write anything about the fandom I love. This troubles me because I haven't have any inspiration to write anything until a few days ago.
So yeah, that's the backstory anyway. Luckily. a reviewer of mine told me not to worry, and as embarrassing it is to admit, it gave me courage to write a new chapter.
Adik - Little brother/sister
Kakak - Big sister
Abang - Big brother
"Senyaplah!" - Quiet lah!
"Telefon bodoh." - Stupid phone.
"Aku bukannya orang bodoh." - I'm not an idiot.(Something like that.)
"Tapi, dia mahal sikitlah." - But it's a little expensive lah.
"-lah" - It's actually a slang, I guess you can say. Like China's "aru" at the end of the sentence, it doesn't actually mean anything significant. It's very addictive way of speaking and most of the time, we didn't even realise we said it. Yeah.
Just imagine if England come to my country. Heh. He would be horrified by the lack of grammar we use. I'm only toning it down because I don't like grammar mistakes.