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!



“Fucker.” I mutter, watching them walk away.

“You really don’t like thinking I’m your boyfriend, huh?” He said, still red.

“Well, it’s not accurate, is it?” I say casually, despite the awkward subject. “Besides, let’s face it. Why’d ya wanna date me?”

“You’re kidding, right?” He says. “You are basically the chick version of me. And who wouldn’t want to date someone that awesome?”

I look back at him and smile. “Thanks, man.”

“So whaddya say?”

“Mmm, ‘bout what?” I say, thinking.

“Going out with someone as awesome as you are?”

“Sure.” I say after a second. “Why not?”

“Alright!” He says. “First round of burgers is on me!”

“I look at him and laugh. “Now, I can toast to that!”

“Hey, guiiiiise.” Zara says, leaning over our couch after we got our food. “Wahs goning on her?”

“Why are you talking like that?” America asks.

“Damnit, Zar, are you drunk?” I ask angrily.

“Nah, jus a bitzy witzy bit.”

“Wow, and on my first date, too. What a wingwoman.” I say, rolling my eyes. “Alrighty. I’ll take the time out of my my first date ever to get you home.”

“Whyyyyy, sooooooooo nise of your. You. You’ve gotta nicey girls her, Mery. Sorry but your firs date. Sooo nise.”

“BRB.” I say to America.

I walk her home.

“Why don you ever slept her?”

“Because my parents and Ly’s give two shits about our location, and we’re not on the run from the police.” I reply, unlocking her door.

“I thin thas Arty n JuJu r up stars.”

“Alright, let’s just get you into bed and-”

“My bed’s this room. You can leave me here.” She said, sounding slightly more sober than before.

“Alright. See ya.” I turn around and all I hear is -

“Am I interrupting anything? By the way, I was listening in the whole time so I know exactly what happened.”

‘Not my problem.’ I think. I walk down the stairs and explore the house a little. I’m about to leave when I hear a bang behind me. I turn around, and Arthur is yelling at Zar. He rests his head back on the floor.

“Hey, Arthur.” I say nonchalantly.

“‘Ello, Michelle.”

“Is this the norm now?”

He sighs. “Yeahhh.”

“Right. I’m going back to my date. Zara, you get drunk again and I’m beating your ass. Later, Britain.” I say, returning to my date.


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