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 looked down the aisle of my wedding AGAIN. I was dragging Lyllianne behind me as she was walking me down the aisle. I looked over to see Italy holding our rings. Oh gosh… I should’ve thought this through, I mean Italy… He’s a klutz…  I thought. I turned around and looked over at Belarus and Ukraine. Germany went through his whole spiel again of “Do you…” blah blah blah. This time, he took me by surprise.

“Are there any objections?” I wish he wouldn’t have asked that… I thought. “If so, Raise your hand or stand up.”

Belarus raised her hand. I walked over to her.

“I doesn’t matter what you think!” I said in my best Dwayne Johnson voice. I saw Ivan chuckle. he knew what I was talking about since I got him addicted to WWE. Belarus jumped back as I went back up the three stairs that lead to the “altar.”  My mouth grew to a wide smile. We got to Ivan’s house and his smile turns to a frown.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” I said with a concerned look on my face.

“I-It’s nothing…”

“It’s something… I can tell by the look on your face.”

“It’s really nothing.”

“Ivan, tell me the truth.” I gave him my best begging face.

“I’m- I don’t- I don’t like the way people ignore me or when they do pay attention, they run away.”

“I love you. Do you see me running away?” He began to cry. This was the first time I’ve seen him actually cry. “Think about Matthew, everyone ignores him, at least they pay attention to you.”

“I love you too... “ He said. His tearing up had turned to sobbs. I went over to him, pressed my hand to his cheek, and we moved into a kiss. He pulled himself away.

“At least I have you, Zar.” In the moment, I started to tear up.

“Maybe I should try and get into contact with my parents. It’s been longer than nine months and I bet they’re worried about me.”

“Okay. I love you and be careful.”

“I will.”

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