Second chapter in our series of reforms finally finished, gotta love our vacation week, right? We'll still add characters for now, it may have some different rules later on, please leave a review or PM for our magical assistance, and hope it's not Nellie who responds... she has no people skills. Oh! And if you want to request a canon character, go for it!
Note: We refer to the United States of America as USA, US, US of A, United States, or United States of America, sometimes we will slip and say America. It is an incorrect term since it would refer to two continents. For nationality we say United Station, and the seldom slip of American.
Summary: What happens when one fanart ends up casting an actual spell bringing the Allies and Axis to our world? And during their stay in our reality they stumble upon all of the based works of themselves? /Self-Insertions and OCs, some back up and materials are very appreciated/ Credit is given to the Respective Owner(s)
Rating: T-M
Warnings: Shouen-ai/Shoujo-ai, Hetero couplessexuality, OCs, Fangirls, FanBased Works, Self Insertions, Randomness, Mild Language, Other
DISCLAIMER: WE DO NOT OWN Hetalia: Axis Powers, THE IDEA OF CHARACTERS FINDING THEIR OWN FANFICTIONS, DOUJINSHIS, FANARTS, ETC., OR THE OCs AND SELF-INSERTIONS DONATED. WE ONLY OWN A FEW JOKES, OUR TWO OCs AND SOME DIALOGUE!
Nellie: There has been plenty of warning that there are self-insertions and OCs present in this story. So no ignorant people are welcome to review some sort of flame and such because we have given too many warnings above. Kindly take what is left of your obviously wasted time and read or click that beautiful back button at the top of your screen, otherwise your lips are sworn to silence. You are honestly an idiot to read something with full knowledge that you won't be enjoying it, why waste your limited time? You are not being forced to read this, no one is holding a gun to your mindless skull, so you have no right to complain if you do not like this one aspect. Understood? Constructive criticism is well appreciated and is the only thing we give to anyone else. Bottom line being, respect us, our time, and our effort to bring a well loved piece back to life and we'll respect you. Obviously this little rant will not be pleasing to all, neither of us care, it's about time your runts learned manners. Good freaking day.
A Nation's Best Dream and Worst Nightmare... FANS!
Chapter Two: Senses of a True Fan
-The Story So Far-
Ciao a tutti! Zeairu here with a recap otherwise known as 'The Story So Far':
When I went to see Natalya's latest fanart, a group portrait of the Axis and Allies, I had no idea how much it would change my life just by signing by name with her special pen! BAM! Said groups were on her floor!
"Hey Nellie."
"Yes Airu?"
"When did you literally become Britain?"
"Never imbecile. Why?"
"So I'm not insane, yes?"
"I question that."
"I'll ignore that statement for the time being. But you see them as well, correct?"
"If you're referring to the nine anime males sprawled across my bedroom floor like lab rats waiting to be tested on then yes, yes I do."
"So you didn't become Britain?"
"Nyet. But this is..."
Finally our composure gave way to bursts of fangirl screams and shouting, "SO FREAKING AWESOME!"
And this that's what happened after our lives became more... fangasmic.
-On to the Chapter-
The men watched our US-like spazzing, myself actually being a native US citizen and Natalya having dual citizenship made it almost natural. When composure was lost we would become stereotypical United Stations, and knowing this to everyone but dear USA currently saw us as annoying and loud 'Americans'... oh dear. This made us compose ourselves in a more hurried pace, a scarlet blush decorating my cheeks and our eyes fell on the nine of them. For sure, I knew I was embarrassed, Natalya on the other hand was unreadable. My weight was shifted from foot to foot, being completely shy and silenced for the moment, but I knew Natalya wouldn't be first to speak, she never was.
"I'm so very sorry! ...U-uh... hello and welcome, I'm Zeairu Anotoshi, it's a pleasure to meet you all," I said, voice loud then getting awkwardly quiet. Oh the blush I felt burning my face. When my blonde friend decided to remain a doll so I jabbed her side with my elbow, she growled almost and finally spoke, her accent playing with her words, "...And I'm Natalya Belorusov... it's a pleasure to meet you all." Our eyes met, the awkward silence progressing as no one really wanted to speak, so we both spoke at the same time, "Please excuse the strange circumstances..." We had apparently signed a silent mental peace treaty, not wanting any of them to know of our fighting tendencies or how violent we potentially get around each other. Also just in case Germany was carrying a loaded pistol... we didn't want to find out in a bad way.
"Buongiorno! Mi chiamo Feliciano Vargas~!" A copper headed male with honey brown eyes broke the silence. The Italian bolted to his feet and approached us like the overwhelmingly cute flirt he was, if you called naming pasta real flirting I wasn't truly certain. But I was sure he could do better than that, but I didn't want to tamper with that thought, there was a possibly armed German in the room that would shout in three, two, one, "Feliciano!" Sergeant voice a go! The slick blond hair man with piercing blue eyes stood, yanking on the Italian's arm with his muscular one.
"D-don't worry about him... i-it's fine..." I stuttered, frightened a little. Natalya even seemed startled by the yelling, but it could have been because she wasn't fond of loud noises. "Ah Ludwig you scared les belles filles~! Bonjour mademoiselles, je m'appelle Francis Bonnefoy." A Frenchman stood and hooked his arm around the German's shoulder and laughed, flipping his golden hair. Deep blue orbs stared at us with a smile on his lips, his little stubble being a trademark on his chin. We smiled and waved a little to his wink as his frenemy stood behind him and brushed himself off. "Hello, I am Arthur Kirkland." He had short and messy blond hair and beautiful emerald eyes... don't look at the caterpillars by the way. Just don't do it, you'll be tempted to ask.
Next the sole raven haired male stood and bowed, his chocolate eyes distant but staring at us, "Hajimemashite, Honda Kiku desu. Douzo yoroshiku." I nearly died, for having to recall what it was that he said in English translation and for actually seeing him! "Hey! I'm Alfred F. Jones!" The hyperactive dirty blond young male jolted forward soon later, cerulean eyes glimmering as Feliciano's had a short few minutes prior. And of course now I was curious all over again about what that damned F stood for, until another voice spoke, "Nǐ hǎo! Wǒ jiào Wang Yao!" Natalya and I looked at the long deep brown haired male who stood up with a panda in his arms, eyes honey brown and sparkling... especially after he saw a certain hat I forgot to remove. "P-panda! You h-have a panda on y-your head aru!"
"Hmm..?" I started, being completely forgetful of such and touching my head, "Oh, I suppose I do." One of my two favored outdoors hats rested on my head, this one being the panda and the other being a penguin that was currently on my bed at home where my cat, Luneria, was probably sleeping on. "I-it's so cute aru!" he was stuttering and attempting to regain composure, it took a while but in the meantime I took off my hat and released my black hair so it would speed up the process, and be less rude in my friend's home. It remained in my hand though, being unsure of where to place it just yet. After this humorous event the tallest member of the group stepped forward, his innocent voice speaking, "Zdravstvuyte. Menya zovut Ivan Braginski. Ochen' priyatno." Again I had to scour my encephalon to figure out what he had said, it came to me eventually but not before another followed, "Hallo. Ich heiße Ludwig."
"No surname?" Natalya inquired.
"Nein."
"I see..."
Our eyes looked at the men, all were skyscrapers to me, Natalya fit in with heights sadly. My peeked around the group to the quiet Canadian who was holding a little polar bear, "Et tu?" He was almost directly behind his brother Alfred, or as we knew him USA, who was eating a highly unhealthy piece of fake animal product that I would like to point out is primarily made of corn... ahem, known as a McDonald's hamburger, along with one of their chocolate shakes. Anyway, he seemed to smile and step into our direct view, "I-I'm Matthieu Williams..." his voice was just above a whisper, making it hard but not impossible to hear. After that once again silence fell upon us, we all knew we each had questions that were generally the same but who would begin the transaction was the sketchy thing.
Then it dawned on me when a lot of things just didn't.
We were in a very mutualistic relationship of needing one another. Them obviously more than us but Natalya and I needed to retain some sanity about this all. And them not being a joke and seriously being the nations we grew to adore was just enough to give us both a fangirl dosage and make us not feel nuttier than most of them believed dear Britain to be. And well such awkward silences were something Natalya and I were accustomed to being the polar opposites in practically every aspect we were, we still vainly attempted to avoid them... but they were a constant appearance in our lives together. Lovely, yes?
Luckily, Alfred decided to break the silence and ask the questions that no one wanted to ask, in his 'heroic' voice of course, and no not hamburgers or McDonald's so hush.
"Where are we?"
"We're in the United States of America." Natalya answered. My brown eyes fell on Japan's subtle grimace, the thought of fluorescent cakes and fatty foods must have been horrifying, thinking about it now was even pretty atrocious to me.
"Oh cool! Haha! But why are we in your house dudettes?"
"Good question, one that we haven't yet received an answer to ourselves, frankly." I replied, eyes trailing onto Natalya's deep blue ones. We had the knowledge of the fourth wall being smashed to bits, whether they were aware of them being anime characters or not wasn't known. We knew that they knew of their country status and were trying to hide it from us, and we were trying to play along with it... all of us were seeming to avoid the fact that their entrance to the house was anything but normal.
Once again I was distracted while Natalya spoke all professional and the like to them, making my way behind Ivan and putting my hat absent mindedly on the desk, right on top of the picture before anyone of them noticed. Of course at this moment such discreteness meant nothing to me, just like how none of Natalya's Hetalia stuff being visible was also not an important thought in my mind. I wasn't aware of how badly that could puncture things; but I was growing tired of the petty questions and needed some time alone as well as walking time. And apparently so was Natalya. Damn how in sync our anti-socialism was, so uncanny! Of course she would be the one to think of the perfect excuse to leave, "So... is anyone thirsty? I'll get you all some water."
She inched towards the door as she spoke, ready to leave me alone with the group. Being left alone with them? It wasn't the issue, it was people in general that was. So I made it more difficult for her, "Can you get me some orange juice instead?" Her eyes glared back at me, so I smiled sweetly. To keep the act she had to oblige. But she would get revenge... she always did.
And well, despite my anti-social tendencies, I really wanted to gain at least one friend. Maybe I'd be reassured in such a situation; I thought of someone who was as awkward as me like Ludwig or Kiku, or attempting to befriend Ivan and see why so many were terrified of him. But I had no choice in this matter when I was chosen as a certain Italian's speaking partner. As he spoke I sort of did and didn't listen, there was a lot of flirting and then just random chit chat that didn't make too much sense to me. For some reason I couldn't focus with the endlessness that Ludwig was constantly trying to hush... until he mentioned food.
The best way to get my attention, food.
And the fact that we were both gourmets made the discussion even better, even Francis and Yao joined in. Right as it got interesting was when Natalya returned with a tray of water and my random juice. We did not want nor need drunk men, not like we would be able to get the alcohol anyway. I helped her serve the water, asking each if they had anything dangerous on them, which almost everyone did so they had to place the items on the bed. We also didn't want nor need pissed off countries, and no deaths either... not that they could die. But we could, and that was a really big N.O.
"So where do you all come from?" I asked casually in an attempt to seem clueless.
"London, England."
"Paris, France."
"Moscow, Russia."
"Beijing, China."
"Washington D.C.!"
"...Quebec, Canada..."
"Berlin, Germany."
"Rome, Italy!"
"Tokyo, Japan."
"And yourselves mes chéries?" Francis asked, oh great.
"...Originally? Somers Point, New Jersey, USA." I muttered, feeling a little weird for some reason.
"Born in Moscow." Natalya said, national pride glimmering in her density.
"...Ahem... so, we still don't know why you're all here... or how to return you," I started, rubbing the back of my neck and kicking the floor, "But why not we... try be friends?" It seemed as if Arthur was preparing to say something when Natalya yanked me to the kitchen downstairs, juice and all, "Back in a moment!"
And despite being so far her voice was still in harsh whispers, as mine became.
"What the hell was that for Nellie?!"
"You know that other fans will begin to feel their presence and start looking for them just as I know! How can we stop this, we can't always be here."
"Enroll them in school?"
"With what money and on what grounds dumbass? We'd be sent to the mental hospital if we told the truth."
"C'mon, we're on vacation right now... let's just... wing it."
"Stop being stupid, you have choir rehearsals in just two days and I have work tomorrow evening."
"I could take some to class and you to work... I suppose..."
"And the fans?!"
"Let's not be so worrisome right now, that bridge has yet to come."
"You're too freaking carefree right now Zeairu."
"And you're uptight. Newsflash! DREAM COME TRUE HERE! Just enjoy it a bit and stress it later, 'kay?"
"...Airu... we don't know what effect their presence will have in our world and the absence from their own..."
"Just relax, that's another thing to not worry about now... and oh my! What if they find those things?!"
"What?"
"Fanfictions, fanarts, doujinshis, everything else! And all of the yaoi ones and such!"
"...Embarrassed... flattered... disturbed..."
After that we stood in silence and stared at each other, being glad with the way her room hid the evidence for now. But neither of us could remove the inevitable words that slipped from our lips in unison, "Crap!"
Meanwhile Somewhere Else (Nobody's POV)
In other places peculiar feelings began arising in a special folk, Hetalians. None of them could understand it, but it was like an intensified feeling of the feels a fan receives on the day a new episode comes out. But as stated it was intensified. On a grand scale. The 'Hetalians' became increasingly aware of this feeling within a short time, soon little Zeairu and Natalya would learn of a nation's best dream and worst nightmare... FANS!
Well that's the second chapter's revision, as you can see we've added the languages that some of you may or may not understand. So here, translations:
Buongiorno! Mi chiamo...: Good day/Hello! My name is...
Belles filles: Pretty/Beautiful girls
Bonjour, je m'appelle: Good day/Hello, my name is...
Hajimemashite, ... desu. Douzo yoroshiku: How do you do, I'm... . Nice to meet you.
Nǐ hǎo! Wǒ jiào...: Hello! My name is...
Zdravstvuyte. Menya zovut... .Ochen' priyatno: Hello. My name is... Pleasure to meet you.
Hallo. Ich heiße...: Hello. My name is...
Et tu?: And you?
Mes chéries: My darlings
Please review, give ideas, and character donations or requests. Either can be made as a review or PM, you're free to make revisions later on if you please. The more specific the quicker you can see your character incorporated and the funnier this gets.
Nickname: (Prefers it having something to do with the FFN penname if possible)
Appearance: (What you look like physically, age and your clothing)
Personality: (What do you act like, tsundere, yandere, all those things, and if you have a hidden personality please explain)
Other: (Anything else?)
And so you can know what Zeairu and Natalya (formerly Claire) look like now:
Nickname: Airu, Ru-Ru, Koneko (Full name is Zeairu Anotoshi)
Appearance: Zeairu's pretty small and slim, being approximately 5'3". She has shoulder length black hair that is normally kept straight but naturally pretty curly with her bangs separated on the right side. Her eyes are light brown, a small reddish tint because of too many red blood cells near her irises. Often she'll be wearing black jeans and black anime or band tee-shirts as well as converse sneakers. On more special occasions you'll see the full blown goth look with a plaid red and black mini skirt accompanied by chains, fishnets and converse boots, a form fitting black shirt and plaid vest plus tie.
Personality: Naturally Zeairu is very nervous and shy when she firsts meets people, and even though throughout the relationship she will remain pretty awkward her formality will start to fade. She's more optimistic than her friend but tends to be a hardcore realist and all too brutal with honesty and opinions because of it. Despite it all she's very carefree and pretty childish, even though adults often call her mature, being impulsive, loud and cheerful. She worries for everyone and clings to her friends emotionally and physically. In the end she's very cleanly, even close to being OCD when it comes to food and her home; her humor being crude and sometimes cruel.
Other: Zeairu loves animals, owning a black cat names Luneria or Luna. When going outside you'll see her panda or penguin hat on, at all times. She was born in the US and has yet to leave, but she hates beef and most United Station food being the gourmet she is. English and Spanish were her first languages but she has been picking up French, Italian, Sicilian, and Japanese in more recent years, using her knowledge of history and language in many published and unpublished fanfictions as well as her unpublished novels. Singing and writing are her passions aside from learning and anime; Zeairu's severely afraid of mold and water, sometimes even heights if she's too far from the ground.
Nickname: Nellie (Full name is Natalya B.)
Appearance: Natalya's more developed and weighs more than her friend, heighting at 5'6" or 5'7". She has long and straight light blonde hair and blue eyes, as well as pretty pale skin. She often wears blue jeans and tee-shirts of darker colors and a jean jacket. She has a cross necklace on, always.
Personality: Natalya's very shy on first meetings, not saying a word to anyone she doesn't know, but as time passes you'll see how she can be very rude, sarcastic, and socially awkward. In her own way she is kind, but she's very reluctant and unsure of how to display such to others. She is impulsive, blunt, and honest, as well as being a pervert with cruel and crude humor. Natalya, finally, has anger management.
Other: Natalya as well loves animals, owning a dog named Lemon. Her cooking is limited to bread and fish, very rarely she can make soup, other than that she is a nightmare in the kitchen. On the subject of food, her favorites are from her homeland, Russia, but she also really loves beef. While also on the native subject, she's got dual citizenship between Russia and the US, don't ask about the process since it's a sensitive subject. From it she fluently speaks Russian and United Station English. She's a fanartist and very good with technology; also she's afraid of the dark.