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 was not gonna stick around any longer. I bolted. Literally out the door. I’m not good when people try to murder me. I was running away when I hit someone, falling backwards.

“Sorry,” I muttered, standing up.

“It’s alright...”

“Matt, is Lylli here? I’d suggest leaving Zara alone right now…”  I walked by him, then pushed myself back into a run. I ran to Arthurs house, but didn’t stop there. I went until I didn't know where I was anymore. It was this big, grassy field. I sat down on the ground. “Finally, alone…” I whispered, falling on my back. I closed my eyes.

“Not quite.”

“Arthur.” I whined, reopening my eyes.

“Come on, love, you really think I wouldn't see you run past?”

“I hoped you wouldn't.” I closed my eyes again. And felt something shift next to me. I smiled, opening my eyes and propping myself up on my elbow. “What are you doing?” I asked sweetly.

“Lying next to you.”

“Well, I’m going to sleep, so guten nacht.” I closed my eyes and lied back down. I felt his arm go around me.

“Good night, love.”


I woke up… definitely not in the field. I’m pretty sure I fell asleep on grass, not a bed. I looked around. Arthur was in the bed next to me, a book fallen on his face. I started to play with the ring on my hand. Then I picked the book up and-using a Doctor Who bookmark, no less-marked his page. Then I set the book down on the table next to the bed. Then I went back and placed my head on his chest lightly. As I fell into a light sleep, I felt his arm go around my waist.

“I love you…” I whispered. He muttered something inaudible. I’m pretty sure he said ‘I love you, too’, though. I smiled.

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