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!



We arrived at the somewhat cheap hotel, well at least from my standards, and dropped of my stuff by what I claimed my bed. I said to her, “So, what do you want to do?” she responds with a slight smile which immediately struck fear into my mind (because I might have took that sentence a different way than I should have), but then she looked at me and said

“Um-- watch Hetalia?”

“Heta-- what?” I questioned. Mostly all I watch is wrestling and Code Lyoko

“Hetalia you know the anime about the countries?” she sighs but then continues, “I’ll put in a video.” We laughed so hard for the next 3 hours and were quoting the show over and over again and eventually she says, “Now, you have to read some fan fiction. Have you heard of 2Ps?”


She nodded and face palmed, “They’re meant to be the exact opposite of what the characters are in the series.”

“So… France is a rapist, Canada is outgoing, and Russia isn’t so murderous?” She looked at me with a slight blush and nodded.

“Except the Russia part, he’s even more murderous.”

“I understand.”

We sat there for about another hour and a half before we decided that we were hungry.

“I heard there is a party that my uncle Bill is having downtown, and they’re serving really good food…” I said

“You’re asking me to crash a party?”

“Well, I mean, we aren’t ‘crashing’ it unless we do something to destroy it. I prefer to say we are helping ourselves to public affairs.”

“Well… I suppose since he is YOUR uncle…”

“Alright, let’s go!”

We get ready to leave for the party, I pick my mother’s black mini skirt, made from this tight, silky, material, her black, leather boots, my sister’s motorcycle looking gloves, and my sister’s strapless, black, sparkly, cut off top, of course with a low dropping neckline, as I told you earlier, my family is a group of fake sluts. Julie looks at me with a sort of confused look on her face when I come out of the bathroom from getting changed and she says,

“You look beautiful but are you sure you want to wear that?”

“It’s the only thing I have, I took my sister’s and mom’s clothes. They said take whatever you need right? I mean and they’re gone to China for nine months, so I figured they wouldn’t need it anyway.”

“Alright, I’m going to get changed.” she says and eventually we bound off for the party.

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