A/N: I thought of this one day and felt compelled to write it! Just a two- shot at the moment about what would happen if my friend and I met our crushes from Hetalia. This one is dedicated to my good friend Obsessive-Fan Number 1.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Sad, but true.

My cell phone rang. My friend Rin's name popped up on the screen. I turned away from my report on Educational Television Programs for my English class. I flipped the phone open and pressed it to my ear, my one free hand still moving across the keyboard.

"Hello?" I asked.

"KRI!" Rin shouted. "YOU WOULD NEVER GUESS WHO I JUST SAW OUT MY WINDOW!"

I jerked my phone away from my ear. Rin was a good friend to have; she liked anime, was really smart, and didn't bag on me about getting a boyfriend like my other friends did. Her one drawback though? She was loud when she got excited. Like, really loud.

"I don't know," I said, outing the phone back to my ear, "But I'm busy right now can this wait?"

"What are you doing?" she asked, quieting down.

"Finishing a report that I've procrastinated for about a week," I replied. "It's actually quite interesting. It's about education TV pro-"

"You shouldn't be procrastinating, little sister-chan!" she scolded me. "It's your last year of high school! It's super important!"

I sighed. "Would you stop it with that nickname already? You started calling me that when I was in seventh grade. I'm in twelfth grade now, and you're in college. I don't need to be called that anymore."

"Yes you do," she said, "Anyway, back to why I called you. I saw the most amazing England cosplayer walking by. And you know how close my college is to your house. Will you look out your window and see if he's there?"

I slid the curtain back so I could see out the window and rolled my eyes. "He wont be there Ri- oh my god."

"What?" she asked. "What do you see?"

"That is a freakishly good England cosplay."

"GO OUT AND STOP HIM!" she yelled.

"But, my paper," I protested weakly.

"YOUR PAPER CAN WAIT! GO STOP HIM!"

"I'm going," I muttered, shutting my phone. I shrugged into my red sweatshirt, which I had painted a white maple leaf on. I had worn it for a small video Rin had wanted to do, in which she cast me as a female Canada without telling me. I had continued using the sweatshirt, even though at the time I hadn't thought I would.

I walked outside and up to the cosplayer. He gave me a curious glance and stopped walking.

"Yo," I said. "You like Hetalia huh?"

"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" the England cosplayer asked, "What's Hetalia?"

"You're cosplaying as England," I said, "And you don't know what Hetalia is? I find that hard to believe."

"Is this America trying to prank me? It's not working Twit! Come out and face me yourself!"

"…What?" I asked, arching one of my eyebrows. "Ameri-… are you part of a cosplay group? I haven't seen an America cosplayer around here."

"You keep talking about this cosplay stuff!" the cosplayer said, "What is it?"

"Never mind," I said, my eyes growing wide. "Are you Arthur Kirkland? Also known as England? Who took America in as a little chibi country and then had to fight for his independence? Also the partial caretaker of Canada?"

"Who's Canada? Never mind! How did you know all those things?!"

They're pretty obvious to any Hetalia fan, I thought, staring blankly at England, but that surprise can't be faked. Wait until Rin gets here. She'll freak out. If she believes me that is.

Rin came running up from behind England, panting. She bent over and put her hands on her knees.

"You could've stopped him a bit earlier on, little sister-chan," she said, standing back up. "That way I wouldn't have to run as far."

"Rin, this isn't just a cosplayer. It's really England. The real one from Hetalia."

I could tell that she didn't believe me. "Yeah right," she said, "I'm not that gullible Kri. I can tell the real England from a cosplayer."

"Sure," I muttered.

"Excuse me," England said, "But were you ever planning on introducing yourselves to me?"

"I'm Kri," I said, "And this is Rin, a total England fan girl."

"KRI!" Rin shrieked.

"Really?" England asked, a light blush crossing his cheeks. "Well, in that case, I am Arthur Kirkland, also known as England to the other countries. It is nice to meet you, Rin."

Rin blushed. "You too," she muttered.

"Can I go?" I asked. "I kinda need to get back to my English paper."

"Sure," Rin breathed.

I started walking away, and when I glanced over my shoulder England and Rin were holding hands, both of them staring at the ground, walking away from my house. From what I could see, Rin was blushing a dark red, and England was blushing a little too.

I wanted to laugh at them, but something in my brain- even though it wasn't the part I often listened to- told me not to, so I didn't. That part of my brain told me that could be me soon, and I didn't like that.

A/N: *claps* yay! Since I don't like writing romance stories, and because I'm bad at them, this is good practice. I hope you liked it Obsessive-Fan Number 1, yours was first because I'm having issues admitting I like Canada. Why is it so hard!? Also, I'm open if people want me to write one for them.