Ok, this is my first fic, but I've re-writen the first two chapters, so this would be the new copy. I want to appologize for not updating for a really long time, but I have had a really busy summer, and I've kinda been a bit lazy, so sorry. Anyways, here's the story XD
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" I said to a Canada cosplayer I had just crashed into. It wasn't that he was invisible, I just wasn't paying attention to where I was going, because I was searching for my so-called friends, who had just abandoned me in the dealers room.
"Y-you can see me?" we said at the same time.
"Ahh! Sorry! It's just that most people can't see me, except him… and yes, I can see you. Should I… not be able to see you for some reason?" he asked in a soft voice.
"No, but people don't really take notice of me, my friends included, so I was surprised when you did," I replied.
"R-really? I've never met someone who was just as invisible as I was."
"What about Prussia? He notices you, and doesn't he… not exist anymore?" I asked, going along with the cosplayer who was doing a really, really good job of being "in character".
"Oi! Mattie! Come on! And for your information, the incredibly awesome me does exist," said a boisterous voice. The voice belonged to a Prussia cosplayer who was currently walking quickly towards us.
"G-Gil… there are other people here… would you please try to keep it down a bit? Please?" the Canada cosplayer said in reply.
Wow! Both of them have such awesome cosplays, and are really good at staying in character! I wonder if they are doing a skit in the Masquerade tomorrow? I thought to myself.
"Oh, come on, half the people here are dressed like the us, so I don't see any reason not to. And you," the Prussia cosplayer said, looking at me "not a bad costume! Though it's a bit inaccurate..."
"Ummm… thanks?" I replied, slightly confused about how my cosplay could be inaccurate. Well, I suppose no one could make the uniform exactly the way it is in the anime...
"Gilbert! What did I just tell you?" admonished the Canada cosplayer.
"Ja, ja. Ich weiß, aber warum?" he said in German, much to the confusion of his fellow cosplayer.
Noticing his confusion, I said, "What your friend said was: 'Yes, yes. I know, but why?' " I translated. Both of them looked at me with mildly surprised expressions.
"Ich heiße Gilbert. Mein Freund heißt Mattie," Gilbert said, again in German. I could tell that he was a native German because of the fluency and speed at which he spoke.
"Ich heiße Seth. Kommst du aus Deutschland?" I asked, also speaking in German.
Gilbert didn't answer at first. Instead, he glanced at Mattie, who nodded. "Come with us. Considering you actually noticed Mattie, I think we can trust you," he said finally.