Well, it couldn't get any much worse, right?
I mean your car was stolen, sure, and your boyfriend dumped you, but it could've been worse! You could've lost your apartment and your dog, Ronnie… These were the thoughts that were circling around in your head as you walked to your new job at the local café.
"Hey (your name)!" Your co-worker Marley called out.
"Hey Marley." You replied.
You were still hung up about yesterday's turn of events, but you didn't want to ruin your first day on the job.
You had already changed into your yellow blouse, black slacks and tennis shoes, and now all you had to do was put on your nametag and sign in.
You scanned in and pinned the tag to your chest.
You walked over to the counter and stood next to Marley.
The first costumer walked in, let the day begin.
You finished your shift when the sun began to set.
You felt exhausted. You had no idea such a tiny café in the outskirts of Montreal, Canada would have so much business. Then again it was a big city…
You began the hour-long trek back to your apartment.
It was quiet all throughout the area, odd, seeing how it was usually bustling with people.
Your lips soon became chapped as the temperature began to drop.
Fatigue swept throughout your body soon after.
You had been walking for nearly forty minutes and were pretty upset with this whole no car deal.
You made up your mind that this Friday you would go to the car dealer and see what he had to offer.
You began analyzing you day and realized you still hadn't fed Ronnie.
With that you began jogging, you felt as if nothing in the world could stop you from helping your little dog nothing in the-
What was that?
There was a noise coming from a bush. A bush? No, that can't be! Bushes can't make noise! You walked over to the little bush and heard voices.
Were these hoodlums? You'd heard about some that were coming from the border.
You decided to listen to what the people were saying.
"It's all your fault!" You heard one of the voices say. He sounded French like so many others in Quebec. You figured this French guy had taken his family to see the big city, and took a wrong turn and ended up on the outskirts-
"No! Al was the one who told me to come over here! He said he wanted to show me a new technology!" An Englishman said.
"Hey, guys-" A quiet familiar voice spoke.
"Iggy, chill! It's not my fault! I just wanted to show you this portal thingy that I had dropped my hamburger in! I just wanted your help getting it back! You didn't have to bring him along!" Some American said.
These voices sounded oddly familiar… They began reminding you of your earlier years. But the memory suddenly cut off, drawing up a blank.
Now you were really confused.
They obviously weren't family, and they were not from Canada. They were lost. Whatever, they'll figure it out themselves! You gave them one last thought and went on your merry way.
You turned around and slipped on a wet stone falling on your back landing behind the bush, surrounded by the voices you had just heard.
"I tried telling you." The soft voice whispered.
A hand reached out to help you up, you gratefully took it and stood up.
You looked at them. They all looked sort of similar. One of them had blonde hair- who are you kidding? They all had blonde hair just various shades of it, all differently cut.
You decided to judge them by eyes instead of hair, since you couldn't tell the difference in the dim light.
One had bright green eyes, with weird eyebrows. Another had clear blue eyes, with a sort of confused expression. The third had bright energetic blue eyes. The last one had darker blue eyes.
You remember that memory from a little while ago? It began coming back more vibrantly.
Of course! These were cosplayers! You used to have a little group just for the thing a while back, but you moved out of the country to have a fresh start, so you put everything including anime behind you.
You recognized them as Japan, England, America, and Canada. They were from your favorite anime years ago, Hetalia.
This was weird; there weren't many cosplayers this time of year in Montreal.
You blinked a few times, and just stood there.
"Okay. Well… This is interesting." You finally said.
You felt really odd.
Now what would any sane person do? Call the cops? Pull up in a white van and ask them if they want candy? Offer them a place to stay?
All of those seemed pretty dumb to you.
The cosplayers stared at you oddly as if expecting something, like an introduction.
"You guys need anything?" You asked.
You felt something land on your head. Snow flurries were falling, and you knew you had to get home.
They kept standing there, and you knew they were nuts. You turned and started walking away. But with each step you kept feeling guiltier and guiltier.
You stopped in your tracks.
The snow was starting to come down a little harder.
You turned around; they were still standing there. They were just staring at you.
You decided to walk back and ask again if they needed any help, just as they decided to ask you a question.
"Are you sure your okay?" You asked again.
"No actually we aren't." The Englishman said.
You then said the six words that would change your life forever.
"Is that a hamburger I smell?"