Yay! Chapter 2! Special thanks to Kyd Wykyd for being the first reviewer! Yay!
I forgot to point out that I own nothing.
-Previously in How to Live with Hetalia-
I opened my eyes only to find out that I was hugging a sleeping man while he slept on my bed with me. When I finally realized that was an auburn haired stranger in my bed, the results were…well,
"Ahhhh!" I yelled to the top of my lungs.
"Dio mio, è finita la pasta!" The stranger in my bed woke up and jumped up from my arms in fright. And I finally saw who the hell it was.
It was an Italy cosplayer. An awesome cosplay, I must point out. However he most probably is a very crazy person.
He looked at me and I looked at him...
...
Then we both yelled.
-Reality in Rosalina's POV-
I jumped up from my bed and fell on the floor with a big thud. I quickly scrabbled up and ran to the wall closer to my desk, just as my wardrobe's doors opened by itself, letting seven men out of it. They fell one on top of the other and were all grumbling obscenities.
"How on this Earth...?" I mumbled, trying to process how could seven men fit inside my wardrobe. And why were they dressed like Hetalia characters? But most importantly, where are my plushies?
"See, Iggy, it's all your fault!" The America cosplay scolded, as he was on the floor, at the bottom of the pile of people, almost being crushed by Germany, "If you hadn't insisted on doing that pinpin' spell, we would be at home now!"
We all know that England plus black magic always equals trouble, but what the hell?
"I think we have bigger problems." Japan looked up from the floor only to meet his gaze with mine. He was being crushed by Russia and-what the hell is that? THE MAGIC METAL PIPE OF PAIN!?
Russia looked at me and shivered, "Belarus?" He then hid his head behind a semi knocked out China. I know I look an awful lot like Belarus, the same medium length straight sandy blond hair and dark blue eyes, but it's not that specific characteristic which is usually noticed at first sight when we talk about Rosalina Cortez.
I was completely frozen in shock as the men started to get up and scratch their heads in confusion, their gaze never leaving me. I didn't even want to stare longer at the effects of my Hetalia obsession, and since they looked pretty real to me, I thought it was a good idea to defend myself from possible sexual aggression (not to mention that I was only in my pajamas).
Then, an idea hit me just like an arrow to the knee. I quickly ran pass the guys and turned to the left, running along in the hallway, passing by my father's bedroom, the bathroom and the living room, only to get to the kitchen. It was exactly like any other kitchen, except that it was separated of the living room by only a balcony. Once there, I opened the cupboard where I knew the frying pans were located.
I got the oldest one I could find (because I don't want my food to taste like blood) and held it in combat position above my shoulder.
From where I was, I could still hear some yelling and many obscenities. As much as I wanted to get out of my apartment and run down the street crying like a baby, I knew that the witch that lived next door would call the freaking police and I would get into some big trouble.
The middle-aged woman who lives in the apartment across mine is the kind of person who enjoys watching my father and me yell at each other. Yeah, she's completely nuts.
I gripped even harder on the frying pan, now with my both hands… They'll come in any second now…
"That's it, Rosa, the moment you've waited all your life for…" I muttered. "The moment where you'll beat the crap out of someone with a frying pan."
I waited and waited for some good five minutes and none of the weird cosplayers came out of my room. I should call the cops, Caitlyn, Danielle, my father, the President… But the truth is that I was curious about how on the motherfucking land they could enter my house without being noticed? I remember locking the door and the windows, and they couldn't have climbed 10 freaking floors to end up here.
I know I'm a little dumb, but I couldn't deny my curiosity. If they wanted to rape me, they would've done it fast, right? Nevertheless, they didn't even move out of my room. The worst that could happen was I having to hide eight corpses inside my wardrobe.
Still armed with my frying pan, I started to head quietly to my room. Since I was barefoot, I doubt anyone will notice me coming. When I got to the door, I leaned against the wall closer to it and started to listen in,
"Veeeeee~ Germany! Look at those clothes! They are so pretty!"
"Leave zee clothes alone, Italy!"
"Why did I ever agree to take part in England's spell?" What if…It's true? The real Hetalia characters ending up in my house because of one of England's spells? That would be the last possible thing on Earth…right?
"Because you're stupid."
"Western nations are so immature!"
"Shut up!"
"We're in some random place with Belarus; can this day get even worse?"
"Well, we could be with both Belarus and Russia."
"Привet, I am being here." Without even looking at the scene, I could sense awkwardness… "And so is Mr. Pipe."
"Zat vas…awkward."
"It's all your fault, charcoal eater!"
"Mine? Of course not, wine-guzzling cheesy monkey!"
"Ohonhonhonhon~"
"We must get out of here, aru."
"Don't worry dudes, I'll save you, cuz I'm the hero!"
"We should talk to Belarus."
"'We should talk to Belarus'? Are you mad, Japan? Of course not! She's nuts!"
"France should talk to her." Oh crap, I should've ran when I had the chance. "Because he blends in easily with people with the same mental illnesses."
"I agree, aru."
"Hai."
"Дa."
"You know there will be payback, right? ALL OF YOU." With that, I started to hear some very angry stomps heading towards where I was. I leaned against the wall again and held in my breath. It was time. "I'm far too gorgeous to-"
Once I saw the perfect yellow hair passing through the doorjamb, I slammed my frying pan against the guy's head.
"Ow! Mah beautiful nose!" He brought his hands to his nose in terrible pain, taking some steps closer to my father's dorm, " 'ave you been learning with 'ungary, Belarus?"
"I'm not Belarus." That was the only thing I could say after I saw the pain 'France' was apparently in. His nose was bleeding and was probably broken. I felt a bit bad about ruining his perfect cosplay. Maybe I was a bit too quick on engaging into violence with my frying pan.
"Frog?" A preoccupied voice called out in a British accent. They probably heard the noise of my frying pan slamming against France's face. "Did Belarus hurt you?"
I KNOW THEY LOVE EACH OTHER.
With that, I took some steps back, as another blond guy came to France's aid. He had those freaking huge black eyebrows above his green eyes that looked pretty real to me. "Oui!" France squealed in a kinda 'nosy' voice.
"I'm not scared of hitting you too!" I warned England, as I pointed my bloodied frying pan at him and showed the most menacing face I could master. France was behind him, with his hands still on his nose, muttering some incomprehensible words (probably cursing my existence). "And I'm not Belarus!"
"Miss, calm down, there's no need for violence." England gestured for me to calm down, while signalizing for the others to join him with his eyes.
"I'm crazy! And you are going to kill me dressed up like that!" I protested, taking small steps without stopping to look at 'England' towards the front door of the apartment.
"I'm not going to kill you, miss!" England kept insisting, as he took some steps on my direction. The others started to get out of my bedroom too…
I smiled sarcastically, "Hahaha! That's what all of them say!" At that moment, I could see everyone getting out. Now I'm definitely screwed…
"Veeee~ You really look like Belarus!" Italy observed. I took some more steps backwards. Great, now I'm getting close to the door and to my freedom.
"At least she is not wanting to be married to me." Russia pointed out, smiling innocently yet creepily just like the real Russia would do… Real Russia? That wasn't possible. Not…possible…
"Don't worry guys, I'm gonna save you all, even the crazy Belarus chick!" America said in a 'hero-like' way. I must point out that the representations of the countries are pretty good.
As I was arguing with myself about how much I was hallucinating, I lost my balance while walking backwards and ended up knocked out on the floor.
Narrator's POV
"Oh great," China grumbled, as he saw the strange Belarus look alike unconscious on the floor. Her hair was sprawled on the floor, but the thing that called the boys' attention the most was the fact that the girl was only on her pajamas.
The nations eyed each other suspiciously. They were in an unconscious stranger's house, what could they do now?
France was the first one to get close to the sleeping figure, as he's nose was still bleeding, "She looks cute when she is not using the frying pan." He said as he kneeled beside her.
"Is she a-dead?" Italy rushed to France's side, next to Rosalina, and started to poke her right cheek. "Did we a-kill this girl?"
"Nein, Italy. She's just unconscious." Germany rolled his eyes dramatically. "We should take her to her bed, since we're apparently in her house."
"Hai. It is the most reasonable thing to do." Japan nodded. "Russia should be able to take her, right?" It was a wise thing to do, regarding that Russia was the tallest of them all (and one of the strongest), and the girl did look a lot like his younger sister.
Russia scratched his head in confusion, but then figured that nobody had any better ideas, "Дa." He agreed, and calmly started to head to the unconscious Rosalina's side. He stopped at her side and glared at her sleeping features. Before passing out, she had an expression just like his sister's, which creeped him out. Now, the girl was sleeping soundly, and the only thing he noticed was how pretty she looked.
"I'm hungry!" Italy announced, jumping up. Well, it was clearly something that never happens.
"Don't worry! I'll cook something yummy for my fellows!" England waved his hand as he observed Russia carrying the girl to where they assumed it was her bedroom.
"Stupid England will kill everyone with his charcoal." China stated, crossing his arms.
France seemed very angry about England's offer. He wouldn't let the charcoal bastard do the cooking, "Let people who know 'ow to cook do the job!"
"So you guys are talking about me, then?" America interrupted the argument, filled with hero happiness. He was going to save everyone.
Or so he thought.
Translations:
Russian
Привet- (pronunciation for those interested: Privyet) Hello.
Дa- (Da) Yes
Japanese
Hai- Yes;
French
Oui- Yes;
Poor Rosa! Being mistaken for Belarus!
That's it for today! I hope you enjoyed! I hope I'm getting the accents right! Review please? Thanks!