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



It always felt weird, waking up someplace other than my bed. But I didn’t have my bed anymore… And I wouldn't get it back ever again… Especially not when I move in with Arthur. I smelled something burning and sighed.

“Arthur!” I walked, following the smoke. “Arthur, why are you cooking? I can do the cooking for you, and knowing you, it is better for all of our health.”

“Good morning, love, I was trying to make us pancakes.”

“I’m not marrying you for your cooking.” I looked at the pan. “Definitely not for your cooking.” I kissed his cheek. “You are so lucky I can cook pancakes. If this was eggs, you’d be SOL. Sliding on linoleum.” I smiled, fixing the breakfast. “There you go.”

“Today’s our wedding, you know that?” We planned only a small wedding, just us and the priest. I didn’t want the kind of big fancy wedding Zara had. Call me crazy.

~~Time Skip~~

We were sitting there, outside, not talking. Just drinking in each other’s presence. His presence to me was calming. It had been a little while after we had seen Alf at the bar. He had his arm around my waist and was holding me against his side. After a long time he spoke.

“Love, where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know… a cabin…”

“Sounds… quiet…”

“Does it? I like quiet… sometimes… but all the time would be too much for me…”

“Yeah… but I don't think it will be that quiet.” I sighed.

“So are we going to go somewhere or no? We could stay at your house…”

“That sounds good…” He pressed his lips to my own. I shivered from the cold. “Why don’t we go inside.” I nodded and we walked inside. “Let’s go to sleep.”

“Yeah… It’s been a long day.” We lay down on his bed and he kissed me.

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