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 got into France’s red Ferrari. We drove around for hours, laughing, talking, and finally says to me, “You know, Zara. They say wherever I am romance is…” he paused, and in that moment I looked at him and I nodded. I had no idea where this was going, I think I had a headache from too many alcoholic beverages. “Ever since I met you, I have been hopelessly in love with you.” My mouth dropped, I had no idea what to say, what to do, or anything. I mean, yeah, I loved the guy, but I’m not sure if I’m ready for another relationship, especially since just 3 days ago, I just broke up with Derick.


“Don’t speak. I can tell if you like me or not…”

“No, I’m not sure if I’m ready… I just broke up with my boyfriend three days--”

“I understand…” He gently takes my hand and kisses it. The night continued in nearly dead silence. Eventually, I completely drank my pain away. I took another margarita off the bar table, my hands cold and trembling, chugged it, and slammed it on the table. Francis, who from my vision was just a blur, came over by me and asked if I was feeling ok, I looked at him, the alcohol made a smile form on my face.

“I love you, Francis.” That’s when everything turned black. I awoke the next morning in a place that I didn’t recognize. I kind of tumbled down the staircase to the smell of chocolate, crepes, and chocolate and cherry macaroons. Francis had prepared breakfast for me? I continued to follow the scent until I reached the dining hall where Francis was waiting for me.

“Good morning. I suppose you don’t remember anything from last night, but this movie is for your morning entertainment.”

“Thank you, Francis, I really appreciate what you’ve done for me.” He blushed

“Is that you or the liquor talking?” He laughed. Finally, the video turned on, it was titled Mon Cherie toujours et toujours, which means ‘My love forever and always’ in French, I learned that from my mother. In the beginning, it was me saying “I love you, Francis” then passing out in his arms. The movie, I understood was the story of us beginning to present.

The movie ended and I ran and jumped into Francis’ arms. I screamed “I will love, forever and always.” He held me in his arms as we started kissing, our tongues met and it was like a bond that could never be broken, no matter what stood in our way. I felt like a girl in a romance novel, finally understanding what she wanted, and what I wanted was him. The kiss continued, slowly reached his hands under his night shirt he had put on me last night as we came closer together. He took off his shirt and my own and I stopped for a split second to say, “Don’t go too far.” and he just smiled and continued to kiss me. He slowly progressed the kissing down toward my breast bone. Eventually, it got cut off by Francis’ butler interrupting the moment.

“Francis, Zara’s ride is… uh… I’m going to tell her that she’ll be down in 20 minutes.”

Soon enough, I left for home.

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