You hold onto your head not knowing quite sure what happened to you. All you know is that you got knocked out by some guy in a REALLY good Hetalia cosplay...
~Before~
"Hey(Y/N)!" Your friend called out to you. "I've got this AWESOME new anime poster!"
You pout knowing that 're broke because you already spent all your money on cosplay and you really want a poster too.
"Aww it's ok (y/n), I bought you one too!"
Your face lit up like Fourth of July fireworks of excitement.
"REALLY!?" You hug your friend and clutch onto her until you know she needs air.
"Yup. Here!"
She handed you a poster of all the Hetalia characters all together in one shot. Well technically it wasn't everyone but hey you're not complaining!
"Thank you thank you THANK YOU! (F/n)!" You hug onto your poster for dear life, like it was the only important thing on this earth.
"Well we gotta hurry up or we're gonna be late to the bus (y/n)!"
"Oh right!" You say hurriedly walking towards the bus stop.
You make it just in time and sit on the bus waiting till you go to jail- I mean school. But hey at least in jail you get a phone call...((double points to someone who knows where this is from)) you make it to hell- I mean jail- I mean school, and walk down the halls that you practically own, well technically you don't own them but you're so familiar with the place you feel like you own them.
So school school school homework homework homework blah blah blah and you make it back home.
K school is over with , time to get revived with a couple episodes of your favorite show! Hetalia of course! You've loved this show/manga ever since you laid eyes on it, you just knew it was right for you. But before you get glued on your computer to scroll episodes and read fanfiction you get the poster your best friend(or really only friend) (f/n) gave you and decide to hang it up right across from your bed so when you wake up in the morning you can see their beautiful faces. You pin it to the wall and then step back to see what a masterpiece it is. "*sigh*" you sigh in sorrow knowing you could never be part of that world.
"Part of that world!" You sing really shortly.
"Hey (y/n) sweetie could you come down here for a minute?"
"Yeah sure mom be down in a sec!" You stop drooling and singing about your poster and run down the stairs, luckily you didn't trip (warned you bout the stairs bro!) you walk down the hall to see what your mom needs.
"What is it?" You ask.
"Can you go get some dish washing soap at the supermarket?"
Seriously you're going to not watch Hetalia episodes just because you need to get dish washing soap from the supermarket? Yup.
"Alright then." You grab your phone and headphones and stuff them in your purse. Remembering to get a spare key you put that in there too. Then you begin your journey to the supermarket.
You pop your headphones in and listen to one of the songs on your phone, "Excuse me, I'm sorry" started to play and you couldn't help but dance a long with it. Even though you were getting really nasty looks from the people on the street you still didn't care and walked along like you didn't have a care in the world.
You make it into the store to hear an uproar in a certain aisle, being the mischievous person you are you go toward the noise and peek into the noisy aisle.
"We'll never know where to start if we keep getting side tracked!" Yelled a British accent.
Woah, a British accent, in (where you live)?!
You listen in on their conversation and try to keep quiet.
"Dude! Chill, we'll find her, just calm down geez."
Okay that was a loud American accent, you fangirl at the thought that it could be England and America having a conversation. Yeah right, sorry but you live in the dimension called reality so you still couldn't force yourself to believe it could actually be them. However curiosity gets the better of you and you peek just a bit more to see who these strangers are. Unfortunately being the clumsy person you are, you accidentally knock some of the cereal boxes on display.
"Oh crapola." You look down at the boxes, pick them up and put them back. But when you look towards the strangers again they were gone.
"Hm? Alrighty then." You merely shrug it off and continue on your quest.
You look for the dish washing soap and quickly get to the self cashier. There was no way you were going to actually make human contact, hell no. Quickly finishing and grabbing your change you hear more yelling, closer to you this time. You turn your head to see this guy in a kinda scary trench coat but with the best combat boots you've ever seen in your life! Like woah you wanted a pair of those, but there was no way you we're gonna muster up all your courage to actually ask him where he got them. Unable to look at his face because you could tell he was looking at you you pick up your bags a hurry out of there.
"Sheesh, who were they?" You ponder aloud, you shrug once more and give up trying to think about it but you totally were gonna post on tumblr and instagram that you thought you heard America and England!
"Excuse me?" You hear from behind you, it was the voice from earlier, the British one, IGGY?
You quickly turn around but no one was there.
You blink several times and look around you, no one was there.
"Okay, that's kinda creepy. I'm just gonna-" you walk faster towards your home knowing once past your doors you were safe.
"Hey wait up?" You heard the American accent call out from behind but when you turned your head too look no one was there, AGAIN.
It was like a blur though, let me explain this better. You couldn't see very well but your eyes where wide open and you were pretty sure you don't wear glasses.
"What in the world?" You started to see a blur of people like people coming towards you and some trying to catch up with you.
"NOPE!" You yelled and noped your way out of there.
Sprinting to the end of the street, you make it to the end.
I'm doing way to much exercise, Jesus Christ.
Instead of going either ways you decided to cross the street however this was like playing froggy or something because these cars would just not slow down.
"Ugh" You leap at the first chance you get when the car in front of you stops.
"HEY WATCH OUT!" You heard behind you yell.
But it was too late, you could see the head lights of a car coming towards you and waited for the impact.
Now I'm not saying this car was five minutes away and you just stood there like "Should I move?" Like an idiot. I mean this car was seconds away from running into you.
You closed your eyes in fright and waited for the second to end but you never felt an impact
"What?"
The only thing you did feel was two arms snake around your waist and pull you back. Falling backwards onto a fluffy thing was not how you thought being hit by a car was supposed to feel like.
"Are you alright?" You hear a Russian accent-okay woah woah woah what is going on, first an English accent and a really loud American one and now a Russian.
I think I died a long time ago and went to heaven because this just isn't possible.
You open up your eyes to look at the stranger who saved you.
Okay this guy is an amazing cosplayer cause I actually think that this guy could be irl Russia. I mean those are some impressive contact lenses cause it actually looks like his eye color.
You thought to yourself looking into those awesome really real looking contacts of his.
"Woah" was all you could say.
"I'll take that as a da." He says.
OMG HE REALLY SOUNDS LIKE RUSSIA LIKE THE WAY HIS DA'S ARE ARE JUST TOO REAL!
You're practically dying of a seizure right now. "Like woah this guy, I just, I can't! I'm unable to even right now!
You're freaking out so much you don't have time to react to the lead pipe that knocks you out. And that's how the beginning starts.
~back to beginning~
~(Y/N)'s point of view~
I hold onto my aching head, feeling the small bump left behind by a lead pipe. I open my (E/C) eyes to be in a colorful room. And when I mean colorful I mean a unicorn puked a rainbow on the walls.
"What the-" "FROG!" Before I could finish my sentence that was heard.
Okay that was a British accent, God am in heaven cause it sure feels like it, we'll it doesn't really feel like it my head hurts, a lot... I look at the room I was in, It's...Pink...Poland?l shake my head to see if I'm imagining things and nope, it's pink. Like...PINK! I get up from the bed I was sleeping on, which is also pink btw. EVEN THE FLOOR IS PINK, WITH PINK RUGS AND EVERYTHING. Of course they're different shades, this is like 50 Shades of Pink or something. I get up and start walking to the door, *thud*. Yeah that thud...That was me...
Hearing rushing footsteps I quickly hid in the first place I saw.
The bed, under the covers. Sometimes my stupidity is just over 9000... *sigh* The door pushes open and I can hear the footsteps of people getting closer.
Oh God please don't rape/kill me I think while holding onto my head once more.
"Hm I wonder if anyone's here?" Says a sarcastic Russian voice.
"NOONE'S HERE" I yell from under the covers.
"Can you please come out?" Says the British accent from earlier.
"Promise you won't try anything?" I say shaking slightly to the fact that they are men, they are stronger than me, and I'm not very fast (well unless it's lunchtime, then I'll run like and Italian).
"Um, dudette we won't do anything." Woah woah woah, hold up, BRUH this guys voice is so Alfred like, I'm telling you like woah.
"Madam please, show your beautiful face, we will not hurt you." OKAY SERIOUSLY THIS IS IRL FRANCE CAUSE THERE IS NO ONE ELSE ON THIS EARTH WHO CAN SOUND LIKE THIS!
I peek my head out just a tad to see exactly who my kidnappers are(and to see irl aph France) to be met with THE BEST-wait no ZHE AWESOMEST Hetalia cosplayers I have ever seen in my life. Like Alfred is super dorky looking but with that sexy look to it, and Arthur is sexy as hell- DAMN THOSE EYBROWS THO! Not to even mention the freaking sparkles surrounding Francey pants, OMG Russia looks TOTALLY ADORABLE but with that manliness that looks totally hot, and China, 4000 years old my ass he doesn't look a day over 20.
-Okay while that just happened and I went to my mind palace to review all that I've seen I could tell I was staring into space cause the awesome guy cosplaying as Alfred waved his hand in front of my face. "Dude, are you there?"
I wake up out of my thoughts and stare straight into his eyes. Okay damn those eyes are like freaking oceans cause they are blue as frick, I can even see the star in them like in The Beautiful World!
Okay sorry I have to reply.
"Dude your cosplay is freaking perfect." I say, my face turning into a huge grin.
"Cospray?" Says a familiar Japanese accent.
It seems their Japan cosplayer just walked in, wow he's got an accent too?
"Love, I think you're a bit confused." -WAIT can we just stop for a second to see that this England cosplayer just called me "love"?
Okay you may proceed.
"Confused? No way man, either you're an amazing cosplay group or irl Allies cause woah, all of this" I motion towards them. "Is on point."
I start to arise from my shameful spot on the bed and stand up.
"You even have contacts in, you are very dedicated to your cosplay I see."
I put my hands on my hips and begin to walk around them. "I mean on point."
I see France smirk while I walk around him checking him out from different angles.
"And all of you are male too! That makes it even more accurate!" I swear they looked at me like I was mental.
Suddenly their Germany and Italy cosplayers showed up.
"This is so accurate it's kind of scary"
"Look Frau I don't zhink jou understand-"
"okay that accent bro, is freaking awesome."
"He learns it from mine awesomeness!" The Prussia cosplayer pops out from behind yells.
"Honestly I'm impressed but seriously who are you guys?"
I loved their cosplays I really did but I was kind of creeped out at how realistic they looked, like they actually look like Hetalia. But of course that's not possible cause my sense of reality is too strong, sorry but why would they come to my world?
"We are who you say we are." England begins once again.
I blink multiple times before laughing loudly.
"Very funny, I know you guys might want to actually be them but seriously let's be honest, why would they ever come here." I point to the ground with my finger signifying "here".
"See, that's the thing. We didn't go there, you came here."