Hetalia Upside down

This story was made for big fanfiction 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 fan fiction 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 four 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.
Book two of the Living in Hetalia series



I felt something touch me, but then everything went black. I became cold as I felt restraint on my arms and pretty much every other part of my body. I didn’t know what was happening, but I knew it wasn’t good. I felt something over my mouth, successfully gagging me. I heard weird voices and then two very known voices. Cole and Derick. I started to kick and yell into the gag. I kicked something and heard a childish/british voice. I didn’t hear what he said, but I heard Cole’s voice speak.

“No, she can’t have a cupcake.” I then stopped kicking and screaming. 2p’s. “Why’d she stop?”

I tried to say ‘god dammit’ but it came out ‘mmm mmitm’. Someone came over to me and slapped me.


“We’ll ask the questions, and you’ll give us answers.” Cole said. I wanted to say what if I dont want to answer but, you know, the gag.

“Leave the poppet alone.”

“Shut the fuck-”

“Language~” I somehow got the gag off.

“Oliver? Is Allen and Matt and François here? And Cole and Derick what are you doing here? What the… is happening?” I kept my swearing under control because I did not want to become a cupcake.

“Quit being talkative.”

“This is all you are gonna hear. I don’t got any answers. I am not planning Zara’s wedding, I’m not even a part of it. Now please take this d… thing off.”

“The blindfold?”

“Yes the blindfold. It’s not like I could run or anything, and I know what all your faces and names, and am terrified of half of you, possibly only a third. So, I won’t run away or anything.” Good old me trying to reason with the people who kidnapped me. Not losing my head only because I know I probably deserve it. But, I was actually starting to panic, not because of the fact that they are here, because I couldn’t see anything. I am not all that fond of the dark. “Oliver, are you doing this because you hate Arthur? I know why the other two are doing it, but you, well, you are a mystery to me. And get this damn blindfold off me.” I didn’t watch it this time and immediately regretted it. “Sorry… but where are we? Where the… is Arthur? I want to know if you want a ransom or to kill me cause if you want to, just kill me already, so I don’t have to contaminate my soul with idiot any longer. But not you, Ollie, you aren't an idiot.” I was then smacked. Across the face. “I won’t stop insulting you. Plus, Cole, I am so glad I didn’t choose you. Plus, I’m engaged now. You can leave me alone. I’m sure Zara would be happy to kill you. And Russia, and Arthur, and Piko.”

“Who do you think Piko’s owner is?” That was Cole.


That was all I could think. Piko couldn’t be his, Piko likes me… Unless he was trained to do that.

“But he tried to bite you!” I felt tears go down my face. “He tried to bite you, and… and…” I couldn't take it anymore. “Stop it, let me go-”

“Not so strong when you aren't mad.”

“I just want to leave… I know you were using me, I know you are using me. Now just get your damn gun or knife or even mother fucking cupcake. Anything is better than this.”

“Which is exactly why you are alive.”

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