Title: Cosplay With Me

Rating: T for language

Summary: What happens when America discovers the joys of cosplaying? He goes and plays with Russia of course. T for language and violence.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Deathnote or their characters in any way shape or form.

Author Rambling: I have so many people favoriting my story A fool in love I decided to finally write another. Well more like tap in to my folder full of stories I never got around to typing up and some are only half finished X3 So I figured I'd upload something PG. This story will have an alternate ending and will be put up later, it will be rated M so I'll probably just re-upload the story. Enjoy.

P.S. Where's Teh Twinkies? YOU HAVE TO READ BOTH VERSIONS! YOU HAVE NO CHOICE KOLKOLKOL!

P.S.S. I appreciate comments and critiques but don't flame. Flamers will be ignored. If you are from Russia and find my improper grammar for Russia or misused Russian offensive I'm sorry so please don't yell at me.

"Come on Iggy!" he begged.

"Absolutely not!" screamed the annoyed Brit.

"But-"

"No buts. I'm not degrading myself just for your amusement."

"But-"

"NO!" he pushed the man to the door. "This is our one day off before a week of world meetings and I plan to enjoy every moment of it; why don't you go play with Russia or something?"

America huffed.

"Fine. Maybe I will."

England seemed stunned. America gave him a big smile and marched out the door, closing it triumphantly behind him.

Ha, I totally got him. But now I gotta go hang with the stupid commie. He sighed audibly before pulling out his phone.

He tapped his foot impatiently.

"Aлло, Америка."

"Yo commie, can I come over?"

There was a long pause.

"You want to come over? To my house?" he asked skeptically.

"Yeah man, totally."

"Why?"

"I've got this totally awesome game type dealio I wanna play and England's being a douche."

"A game?"

"Yupperooni."

Russia giggled.

"I love games," there was poison in his tone. "Come on over."

"Uh cool! See ya in a bit."

As he hung up his stomach flipped. He had a bad feeling about going over, but getting England back was just too good to resist. He laughed as hopped into his car and sped home.

-One Plane Ride Later-

America's teeth chattered as he banged on Russia's door.

"C-come on a-and open the d-door stupid c-commie," he muttered as he pounded on the door again.

It was opened by the purple eyed man.

"Come in Amerika."

"Dude, say my name right," he grumbled.

Russia simply smiled as America walked past him with a large American flag suitcase. He walked into the living room and plopped it down on the couch.

"What game are we to be playing?"

America smiled and unzipped his suitcase.

"So I've totally been hangin with my homie Japan and I found this wicked anime."

He leaned towards Russia conspiratorially.

"That's a fancy word for a comic turned TV show."

"Sill pig, I know what anime is," he giggled. "Which one?"

"Well, you communist scumbag, it's one that totally fits my ideals."

"Eating and sleeping?" Russia asked innocently.

"No, asshole," he glared at the smiling man. "It's a story about a hero with a righteous cause, just like me."

America grinned, daring the man to guess. Russia didn't miss a beat.

"DeathNote."

Americas' smile crashed.

"How'd you guess?"

"Light and L both fight for a 'righteous cause'," he shook his head. "Made it too easy Amerika."

"Way to bum me out man," he pouted.
"Game?"

"Oh yeah! I wanna RP DeathNote but no one else wants to… So here I am."

Russia rolled his eyes.

"Who will I be?" (As if he didn't know.)

"Well me and L are both heroes so I'll be him," he pulled out a bundle of clothes. "Since Light is evil, and you're a communist, you can be him."

As he ran off to change he turned back:

"I have no idea what size clothes you wear dude but there's a bunch of em in there."

Russia looked in the suitcase, picked it up, and headed to his room.

When America returned, Russia had on Light's suit and a Deathnote in his lap. As much as he hated to admit it, Russia looked… good. He wore a brown wig, some of the hair covering his eyes; his light brown jacket was open, revealing the white shirt underneath which clung to his skin. Russia smiled at Americas' expression. While the man was openly gawking Russia took the moment to do the same. America could pull off the baggy shirt and jeans look. He even had a scruffy black wig on and contacts in.

"Awesome dude," America laughed nervously.

Russia smiled at the compliment.

"Your L outfit is very nice as well." 'Although you are much cuter with glasses.'

America rubbed the back of his head and mumbled a thank you.

"As L and Light, must shake hands like pretend partners da?" he asked as he stood casually with his left hand behind his back.

America nodded and the two shook hands. Suddenly, Russias' grip tightened and before America could react, Russias' left hand had whipped out at his hand. America forced his hand out of the mans' grip and jumped back. Upon his right wrist was a shine metal cuff. His stomach flipped as Russia moved in closer.

"I love DeathNote, especially when they are chained together," Russia stepped even closer.

Well whatcha think? Fighting begins in the next chapter hah X3 I'll upload it soon!