I have waaaaaay too many ideas like this in my head...and in my computer. Don't worry, I'm still working on "CotN" - I just need to get these plot bunnies out there so my mind can focus again.
The first one to find out had been Feliciano, the country of North Italy.
Japan hadn't even heard him coming until the selectively clumsy Italian had tripped over Pochi and crashed into the back of his chair, which slammed Japan into his desk and caused his pen to leave a nasty streak of ink across the face of the America sketch on the pace. "Veeee, Japan!" Italy popped up, grinning as if nothing had happened. "Are you drawing more manga? Can I see? Is it something for Doitsu? Why won't he let me look at those?" Japan hurriedly cover his work.
"Ah, Italia-san! This is not for you to see! No, it's not for Germany-san!" Italy pouted.
"Veeeee….Japan, why can't I see?" The taller man promptly reached around Japan and grabbed the paper. "Is it a secret? I promise I won't tell!" Japan frowned, but slowly let go of the paper.
"Well….I guess you can see…if you promise."
"Veee! I do!"
Italy didn't. Less than two months later, America showed up at Japan's door with England and Canada. England was furious over the apparent depiction of his cooking skills, America claimed he hadn't been "heroized" enough, and Canada was simply ecstatic that Japan had remembered him at all! The day after that, Greece showed up, with the simple complaint that his close friend had been forgetting to add Corporal Cat. Then Russia visited, with "suggestions" for future episodes.
This is how the nation of the world discovered that they were being portrayed as popular anime, manga and web comic characters, under the name "Axis Powers Hetalia".
Soon enough, the show had become popular enough to make the jump overseas, and not long after, the nation himself discovered Hetalia cosplayers at his anime conventions. Ecstatic, he'd run straight out and talked England, France, Canada, Japan, Italy and Germany into visiting - "You HAVE to see these cosplayers! They've got us down so good it's CRAZY!" - and even offered to host them for a weekend at Zenkaikon '11.
Being the closest, geographically, Canada arrived first. France and England arrived within hours of each other, and fought the entire taxi ride to the hotel. Germany, Italy and Japan arrived as a group, and met the others at the chosen hotel. America stood in front of the doors, grinning widely, and put his hands on his hips heroically. "Okay! Get ready for this, 'cause it's chaos inside!"
"Because. Because it's chaotic inside. Use proper english!" England growled. America ignored him and threw open the doors.
"Behol- OH JEEZ sorry." The Halo cosplayer who'd just been smacked upside the face by the door stumbled back, lifted his replica Halo Assault Rifle….and shot America in the forehead with a suction dart. The wordily superpower laughed as he pulled it off and handed it back. The cosplayer took the dart and simply walked away. America turned back to the five - no, six - speechless nations behind him. "Well? Come on in! Behold the Awesome that is Zenkaikon '11!" Six nations stared at him.
"…Alfred, that guy just shot you." Canada pointed out.
"Girl. I think that was a girl, actually. They play Halo, too." America interrupted his twin. "And it was just a suction dart!" He laughed. "None of the weapons here are real! They're all cardboard or plastic, and they all have to be tagged and checked before coming in." He walked over and threw an arm around his twin's shoulders, dragging him into a suffocating one-arm hug that bordered on a chokehold. "Relax, Mattie, and enjoy the atmosphere! Believe it or not, a lot of people here cosplay as you! Can't imagine why, I'm much more awesome…" He added under his breath. Canada paused.
"….they cosplay as…me?" His grip around Kumajirou tightened, and the polar bear squirmed until he could breathe again. "They know me?"
"Yep!" America dropped his twin and moved to France and England, popping up between them and slinging an arm over both. "And just wait 'til you two see your cosplayers!"
"Until." England stressed as he lifted America's arm off his shoulder with clear distain. "The word is until, not 'til."
"Whatever, Iggy," America let go and held up his arms in submission. "Just follow me - I already checked us all in! We just need to pick up our badges and some maps at the front counter."
"Maps?" Germany repeated. "This place does not look that big." America's grin widened immediately.
"That's 'cause you haven't been inside." He smirked. "…did I mention the buffet has pasta?"
"Pasta!" Italy raced past the group and into the building.
"Italy, wait!" Ludwig ran after him. America wrapped Canada in another inescapable chokehold/hug and dragged him inside, leaving France, England and Japan on the curb.
"I say we go," France smirked. "I want to see how well these…cosplayers think they know us."
"Pretty well. I'm sure I used all possible detail…" Japan muttered. England stiffened.
"You. Did. What?" Japan started.
"Ah! N-nothing!" He rushed into the building before the pirate gentleman could reach across France and strangle him. England raced inside after him, screaming 'What detail!' France followed at the back, giggling the whole while. The automatic hotel doors closed behind him, and a few moments later, a bus of convention goers pulled up beneath the covered driveway.
A short first chapter, but these all began as funny snippets that somehow ended up relating to each other. I'll try to make the others longer...or at least keep to a uniform length...