The America cosplayer pulled out a half eaten cheeseburger from his jacket.
"Uh… Yea. I had completely forgotten about this!" He replied.
He immediately took a bite out of the cold burger.
You felt your stomach growl. All you had on break was a muffin and some coffee.
"Right now is not the time to be eating! Plus that burger is what got us in this mess in the first place!" England exclaimed.
"Chill dude. I came here to get this burger and eat it. Not to stare at it!" America retorted.
It seemed like they had entirely forgotten about you.
You began to think about if you should wait for them to sort it out, intervene, or leave, since now it was getting really cold to say the least.
"Stop fighting like children! We are in a serious situation and it doesn't matter if America eats the burger or not! We're all stuck here, and the least you could do is stop bickering!" The French guy ordered.
You never remembered France in the anime to make so much sense in one sentence.
"Now this lady is trying to help us, so we might as well listen." France said returning all eyes to you.
"So do you guys need any help?" You felt dumb asking this question for the third time.
"Yea, we're kind of lost and don't have even a clue to what's going on." Canada whispered.
"Canada? When did you get here?" America asked.
"This morning America… We went to your house and then to some fast food area and then you invited France and England to come look at that weird disk and then we all fell through! I've at least explained this to you three times!" Canada seemed a little… mad about this.
"Canada." You said.
"Huh?" Canada asked, responding to his cosplay name.
"You're in Montreal, Quebec which is in Canada." You soon regretted saying this, as the others began blaming Canada for all of this.
You were beginning to become sick of all this cosplaying crap and wanted more than anything for them to come back to reality so you could help them out and then go and be with Ronnie and moan about (Ex-boyfriend's name). Not to mention that your feet were tired of standing for more than 9 hours, you were freezing in the snow, and you were hungry, very, very hungry.
"Would you stop cosplaying for a minute!" You yelled. You were sick of all of this fighting!
They all stared at you like you were crazy.
"What?" America asked. Jeez, these people sure want to remain in character!
"Cosplay! You know where you dress up in a costume that resembles a character from an anime! You go and get which a bunch of friends and then act as if you were that character! May I just say, though you're great at it, you're starting to get on my nerves with all of your ignorance!" You finally let it all out, your annoyance at them and your grief with the breakup finally flooded over you.
You turned your back on them and just started walking home. The tears quickly fell down your face.
You were miserable. Everything was all screwed up nothing should be like this! This wasn't your plan!
"Dudes… I think she's crying… And she's leaving!" America stated.
You heard their footsteps coming from up behind you. Couldn't they understand you didn't have time for this anymore?
They were pretty much your shadows as you turned onto your street. You paused for a second and one of them put their hand on your shoulder.
You stood there, the sharp wind blowing your hair around your face. You ordered yourself to stop crying, but it only got worse.
"Look. We're sorry. We didn't mean to hurt your feelings or make you angry. From what I can tell we've all had a long day, and none of us are having anything turn out the way we planned."
"It's more than that…" You whispered. You stopped there; you didn't know what to do. Part of you just wanted to break down and share with someone the last few days of your life; you wanted someone to listen to you. But they weren't going to take you seriously. They couldn't stop cosplaying for even a second, so how could you expect for them to listen for an hour?
Another part of you was telling you just to keep everything inside they were strangers after all. Yet, you couldn't help but feel as if they weren't pretending to be Hetalia characters, they were acting so well... You remembered how when you were little you had all of their plush dolls, and would pretend that they would actually talk to you and give you advice (and occasionally you would make a little yaoi action come on). They got you through those years of fighting and pain, you wished you could go back to when things were much simpler…
You finally realized that you hadn't even confirmed that they were cosplaying; you'd only assumed they were cosplaying as Hetalia characters. If you asked them to tell you who they were they might just do that! You figured they have to have some form of ID. You promised yourself that if they all proved to have valid ID's with their actual names on them you'd help them in any way you could, Hetalia characters or not.
"E-England?" You asked turning around.
He removed his hand from your back. "Yes?" He replied.
"Do you have an ID?" You said, wiping the tears from your eyes.
"Is that were you crying about? My Identification papers? Good Lord-"
"England, just show me the paper." You whispered you were officially all out of steam.
He pulled out a laminated card. It read "Arthur Kirkland" in big, bold letters.
You went onto France, "Francis Bonnefoy". America's read "Alfred F. Jones" and Canada's "Matthew Williams", you were wondering while you read their papers why their last names were different if they were brothers, but shrugged it off as you realized how unimportant it was to this moment.
"So you're all really who you say you are?" You asked one last time, feeling a little light-headed.
"Yea, I mean we're kind of in a dire situation and you're the only person we've come across today, so why would we lie to you?" Matthew whispered.
"I guess that makes sense." Everything began looking fuzzy, and black clouds came into your vision. You felt cold sweat dripping down your face. You suddenly couldn't focus on anything, and all your thoughts became all loopy.
The boys were asking questions, but you didn't understand them. You fell to the ground and understood one question that America asked.
"What's your name?"
"(Insert first and last Name)." Everything went black.
You woke up in a familiar room. Actually it was your living room. You heard noise coming from the kitchen and Ronnie barking. You instantly knew that the last two days had been a dream, you had come down with a bad case of something and had finally recovered.
"(Insert ex-boyfriends name), you won't believe the dream I had!" You were excited to talk to your boyfriend; you had missed him so much and were looking forward to seeing his face.
"Sorry what, I couldn't hear you." You heard a French man say.
France.
Wait? Are you fucking serious? You thought to yourself. Then again, how is this a bad thing? You have four seriously hot guys living with you, and the only person they know is you. But anime isn't supposed to come into this world, the real world.
"Nothing." You replied to France.
You got up and began recollecting your thoughts, you remembered the snow, the bush, the stone you slipped on, the walking home, your annoyance with them, but you couldn't remember ever entering the house. You knew you passed out before you arrived home. And the funny this is, is that you kept your keys in an area no one would ever go into, your- vital areas! How did they? Why would they go into? You also realized you were wearing your pajamas, not your work clothes.
You walked into the kitchen, the smell of pancakes and maple syrup unraveling your anger. You finally realized how hungry you were, you hadn't eaten a real meal since (ex-boyfriend's name) had left.
"Good morning (your name)!" England said, happy. He was wearing (ex-boyfriend's name)'s cooking apron. You stared at the table, which was full of platters of food. It was obvious which food belonged to whom. You had no idea you had that much food supplies stocked in your house. You then remembered how they had invaded your vital regions and your wallet was in that area (you really didn't want to be robbed). There goes your last $50 on England's cooking.
You let out a sigh and picked up some of Canada's pancakes and walked over to the dining room and took a seat at the head of the table. It was a nice quiet morning. You stared out the window; snow covered the thick trees, the sun was gone and darkness was settling in and- the sun was gone! Crap, what happened to work? How late was it? Could you still make in some work time? You got up and ran to the wall clock in the kitchen. 6:08 p.m. you'd be cutting it close, but you could still get in some valuable work time.
"Guys, I got to bolt!" You yelled as you ran into the shower, quickly stripping down and starting the shower.
You took a fast three-minute shower, and turned off the water. The shock of the cold sent goose bumps all throughout your body. You took your towel as you ran to your bedroom, where you found America reading (why was he suddenly finding interest in books?) some of your books.
You let out a squeal and ushered him out with your right hand while your left held up your towel.
You changed into yesterday's outfit, which was conveniently folded, and on the top of your dresser. You threw on the outfit, pulled on your thick winter coat and scrambled around to find your shoes as you frantically combed your wet hair.
You finally found some of your old tennis shoes behind the couch and slid them on. You grabbed your cell phone and yelled "Bye!" as you ran out of the apartment. The snow was coming down even harder than yesterday, you knew it would eventually let up, but for now it was going to be a burden.
You felt bad about leaving them so quickly and couldn't believe you had slept the whole day. You knew your boss was going to be a little ticked about this and that you were close to being all out of food, which just pushed you to run even harder. You arrived at the café in a little over twenty minutes, your chest heaving in and out. You knew for a fact that you looked like a total wreck.
You nodded to your manager, Peter, who was working in your place behind the cash register. You signed in and not a moment too soon, since now the evening shift was starting.
"I'm sorry that I skipped the whole day. Could I work the evening shift to make up for it?" You asked, feeling terrible that only on your second day on the job you could've screwed things up this much.
"Yea, just don't let it happen again." Peter said with a wink and then walked out of the room.
That wink was creepy and made a shiver run up your spine. Peter was a bit… odd. He had gained the café through his fathers will; he had died in a car accident. After his father had been laid to rest, he changed dramatically. He had been studying to become a doctor, but then he just dropped all of it like it wasn't important and followed in his father's line of work. But it was more than just dropping his dream; it was like he had a whole new attitude. He was more… France like? You can't describe him in words, but you could just say he's a lot like France.
No lies, Peter was odd.
You hoped they had taken care of Ronnie. You felt bad for your dog all alone, surrounded by strangers. You'd make it up to him tomorrow, since it was going to be Friday and your day off you could probably take him to the park, along with France, England, America and Canada.
Friday, you also had to go to the car dealer to look at a car! You wished you could have called Luke (owner of the shop) to let him know you were coming. Should you consider the boys in buying the car? Yea, so that meant you had to get 5 seats in the car. It's a good thing you didn't have any other friends than them to drive around.
Your mind then wandered to the boys. You remembered how quickly you had left them with no instruction. You prayed that they wouldn't burn the house down, but who knew? The show did take place during the 20th century, so some of the technologies might be different from what they had. You hoped they didn't drown the house also.
But now wasn't the time to worry about Ronnie. You had to make up for the work you hadn't done.
You pinned your nametag to your chest and so the night shift began.
Sorry, they're will be more of the countries in the next chapter and I will try and make it less rushed, but my work schedule and classes have been crazy since it's the end of the quarter. I'll try and post another chapter later this month.
