Living in Hetalia

This series of books are for real fan fiction fans. If you've ever heard of the show Hetalia (which we’re sure you have if you are reading this), you know all the characters and who they are, and if you’re a I fanfiction fan you’ll understand the concept of what a 2P is. If you do not, a 2P is the exact opposite or violent version of a character in the original anime series. For example, Britain in the original anime is terrible at cooking and accidentally poisons people who eat his food, meanwhile, Britain in 2P form purposefully poisons people, just for one example. This book is about five girls who take a step into both the Hetalia world and the 2P fanfiction Hetalia world and experience what it’s like to live in Hetalia and how it will forever change their lives.
This was written with jigglypuffrevolution-Kayla-on here, on wattpad kaycobeans-McKayla-and our friend Laura. The characters are based off us, Kayla is Zara, I (Judi) am Julie, McKayla is Mich, and Laura is Lylli. Enjoy!



I looked around energetically as Canada guided me through the streets. I’ve always loved to travel, and being here - well, it’s literally a completely new world. Everything is different. Lost in the moment, I twirled around happily. I stopped to face Canada, and I realized that he was staring at me, an amused look on his face. Why did I have to be so weird in public? “Heh heh…” I gave an awkward laugh. Dammit, this was embarrassing. I could feel my cheeks turn a light pink. Surprisingly, Canada didn’t seem fazed at all, and was actually the one to speak first. “Come on, this street is lined with shops. Choose whichever one you want.” Glad for the invitation, I scanned both sides of the street, looking for a shop that interested me. All of a sudden, a dress in a window caught my eye. “Oh, what’s that?” I asked, walking over to it. Canada followed behind me, curious. It was a beautiful dress, colored light blue. Simplistic yet quite pretty looking, the airy fabric draped down in beautiful sweeps. It was definitely an attention-catcher. I don’t usually wear dresses, but it would be nice to have one just for special occasions. Plus, Zara’s wedding is coming up. I don’t know if she has a plan for attire or not, but if I’m on my own, I’ll need something. Of course, I just remembered that I don’t have any money with me. “Well, it looks like I’ll have to stick to window shopping,” I said, “because I just remembered I’m broke.”

Canada looked at me with a mild look of surprise. “You should have told me sooner, I would have gladly helped you out!” I smiled at him. He was so kind.

“Thank you, but I don’t mean to be a burden.”

“Nonsense, you’ve been nothing but a pleasure to be around this entire time!” He exclaimed. I was slightly surprised, but very happy. I smiled even more.

“I’m glad. And very thankful that you’re willing to help me with my financial troubles.” I laughed. “Alright, now it’s your turn to pick somewhere.”

Canada hesitated. “You’re sure? You haven’t even gone inside.”

I nodded. “I’m sure. Now let’s go. Anywhere you want to. Lead away.” I said, offering my hand. Canada thought for a moment. Then his face brightened. “I know just where to go!” He said excitedly, then grabbed my hand and took off, pulling me along with him. I laughed, enjoying this new energetic and childlike side of Canada. As we got closer, it all began to make sense.

“A pancake house. Why am I not surprised?” I teased.

“Is this place okay?” he asked, still polite even in his excitement.

“Of course it is, let’s go!” I exclaimed. Canada smiled and lead me inside. Pretty soon we were stuffing our faces with pancakes. Canada was using bottle after bottle of maple syrup, which, as I knew it would, eventually wound up in his clothes, hair, and all over the table. Not to mention an unpleased Kumajirou. I tried not to be as messy, but being the clumsy person that I am, it didn’t work out too well. Nevertheless, we both had a lot of fun, and laughed (while also trying not to choke) through it all. Pretty soon I was full, and watched as Canada downed another pancake, along with a ton of maple syrup. “How are you still eating?” I asked. Surely it was not humanly possible to eat so many pancakes in one sitting.

“I love maple syrup!” He said through a mouthful of pancake. I smiled. After finishing what was left, he was finally done. “Where do you want to go now?” he asked.

“Well, before we go anywhere else, I’d like to get cleaned up. We can stop by my place.” Just like everyone else, I had my own house. Britain had issued us all our own homes to live in, but Mich made sure to tell him, in her own words, “Hells to the no, dude.”

“Okay.” Canada said cheerfully, probably hyped up on all of the maple syrup he had. We walked out together, getting some strange looks from people passing by. Neither of us cared, though. We were having too much fun. Once at my place, I went to take a quick shower while Canada rinsed out his hair and washed his face in the kitchen sink. He had been reluctant to take off his hoodie, but it was covered in maple syrup, and need to go through a good wash cycle. So Canada sat on my couch wearing the t-shirt he had on underneath the hoodie the entire time while I finished cleaning my hair. Afterwards, I got dressed in jeans and a sweater and put the hoodie in the dryer. Then I plopped down on the couch next to Canada and Kumajirou, who had apparently gotten a good clean himself. There we sat in silence, the only sound being the hum of the dryer. Canada turned to look at me. “You know, I really had fun today. More than I’ve had in a long time.”

“I’m glad. I’ve been having a lot of fun, too.” I said happily. We sat in the quiet for another few seconds. Then Canada spoke up again. “You can call me Matthew from now on if you like.”

I nodded. “Alright, Matthew.” He smiled at me, glad to be called by name. There we sat for the rest of the time until the dryer was done. Then Canada… Matthew… went and grabbed his hoodie, pulling it on immediately. “It’s still warm from the dryer.” He remarked. I decided to be bold and I quickly pulled him in for a hug. Matthew was surprised at first, but then relaxed and put his arms around me as well. “You’ll still be my friend tomorrow, right?” he asked quietly.

“Of course I will.” I said.

“Good… it’s just that… people seem to forget about me a lot.” He said.

“Matthew, I would never forget you.” I said strongly. I felt him nod. Slowly, we both retreated back from the hug. And into another slightly awkward moment. “So… do you want to go see what everyone else is up to?” I asked sheepishly.

“S-sure.” he said. I headed towards the door, and Matthew went back and picked up Kumajirou before following me outside. When we got back to the coffee shop, I found Miche and America chatting it up, but no one else was there anymore, except for a few countries that I didn’t know and at the moment didn’t care about that much. Matthew and I went back and sat down on a couch. We sat in silence for some time, since we really didn’t have that much to talk about. I glanced over at Kumajirou, who looked bored. Matthew was lucky to have a pet, even if it couldn’t remember its own owner’s name. He seemed to catch me staring. “Why are you looking at Kumacheerio like that?”

Apparently, the whole name thing was mutual. “You’re so lucky to have a pet like that. Not only is he a polar bear, but he can also talk.” I said.

“If only he could remember who I am.” He sighed.

“Yeah.” I responded, chuckling a little. We sat there in silence again for a little longer, neither of us able to think of anything to talk about. It wasn’t entirely bad, though. Just being there with Matthew was enjoyable in itself. Resting on the couch, I realized how tired I had become. Today had been full of activity, more than I’m used to. Matthew noticed. “You look tired.” He remarked. “Maybe you should go back home.”

“But I don’t want to,” I complained. “I’ve been having so much fun!”

Matthew laughed. “Come on, you need to rest.” He stood up, and pulled me up with him. As we left the coffee shop, I saw Miche and America exchange knowing looks. I blushed slightly. It is not like that at all. No way. Maybe. Matthew led me back to my house, and I collapsed back onto my own couch gratefully. Matthew smiled. “I think I’m going to go now. You need to rest anyway. I had fun today, though.”

“Noooo, I don’t want the day to be over yet!” I protested.

He grinned at my childlike response. “But you’re tired, and nothing’s fun when you’re worn out.”

“Stay here with me then.” I stated. Yeah, I know what it sounds like. But tired Lylli doesn’t care.

Matthew blushed slightly. “U-um… okay.” He sat down next to me, and I leaned on his shoulder. I sat there, content as could be. I think Matthew was slightly nervous, but after awhile he relaxed. After some time I found myself drifting off to sleep. My last memory before losing consciousness was Matthew’s arm around me.


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