TO THE HETALIA FANS OUT THERE

Electrifying (Hetalia x Reader x 2p!Hetalia)

SUMMARY

(Writing a lazy summary cause I dont know how I want this to go in the middle.)
After a dramatic teleportation from a mall shoting, you find yourself in the Hetalia world injured by a bullet wound. England and America find you and take you to the World Conference building where you meet the other countries.

Taking a while to settle in, strange things happen around you; like why are there power outages when you blow dry your hair? Or what's with the eyes you see in reflections? And a sudden urge for tuna?!

STORY

If you have issues with public shooting or gang violence, it is suggested that you skip to the later part of this chapter (although, if you don't like violence, why are you reading a 2p fanfiction?).

The mall was crowded that day. The sounds of laughter and conversations echoed off the walls, joined by the occasional squeal of a small child. You and your friend (bf/n) strolled past the stores that cried for you to come in and see what they had to offer. You swung your plastic bags gently against the sides of your legs as you listened to your friend's ranting about a new season of Hetalia.

Yes Hetalia, your favorite anime (and lately the only thing that you thought of). After listening to a cousin go on about Hetalia all the time, you had decided to find out what the show was all about. The moment you heard Italy's cry of "PASTA~" you were hooked. Since then, your history was filled with YouTube videos, fanfictions, and fanart of Hetalia. You were even getting into the fan creations of Hetalia; like HetaOni (you cried at almost every sad scene, concerning your parents to the point where they asked if you needed a councilor), 2p!Hetalia, Pirate!Hetalia, and Dreamtalia.

"(Y/n)? Hey (y/n)!" Your friend yelled for you, waking you up from zoning out.

"What?" You asked.

(Bf/n) huffed. "Were you even listening to me?"

You rubbed your head apologetically. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

Your friend threw (his/her) hands in the air dramatically. "I said, do you want to go to Annie Ann's then head to Hot Topic?"

You smiled happily. "Sure. Besides, I heard they got some more Hetalia stuff in at Hot Topic."

"Really? Like what?"

"Just some shirts and a few more wristbands."

(Bf/n) jumped for joy. "YES! Another band for my collection!"

You mentally sweat dropped at your hardcore collector friend's reaction. "What do you do with all of them?"

(He/She) shrugged (his/her) shoulders as you walked into the bakery/restaurant. "I find purposes." You stared at (him/her), scared to know just what they did in their free time behind closed doors.

~Time Skip~

You tossed your cup and wrappers into the trash can, running after your friend out of Annie Ann's. "To the wristbands!" Your friend cheered loudly, causing some shoppers to look at you strangely. You felt a sweat bead form on your forehead. I need to get more friends; sane ones that is...

Walking into Hot Topic, you found your way back to the anime corner, easily finding it since bright Sailor Moon outfits were hanging on the wall. Flipping through the racks, you found the shirt you were looking for; a grey tone England and Japan shirt. Carrying the shirt, you went to walk over to (bf/n) when suddenly a loud bang echoed through the mall, followed by screaming. You looked into the halls and saw people running frantically past the store.

Alarm bells raging in your head, you looked around the store and realized you were the only one still there. "(Bf/n)! (Bf/n)! Where are you?" You called out, hoping that (he/she) was just hiding behind some of the clothing racks. You ran around the small store frantically, forcing yourself to stay in the store and make sure your friend wasn't there alone while your conscious desperately wanted to join the running crowd, willing to risk leaving (bf/n) behind.

Another bang cracked through the air and you instinctively ducked behind the cash register, covering your head with the Hetalia shirt you still clung to. The screaming outside began to diminish and was replaced by the heavy footsteps of boots. Your body shook uncontrollably as you clutched the shirt in your hands.

The footsteps got even closer, then stopped. You risked looking through the glass next to you and slowly tilted your head. Standing at the entrance of the store were two men carrying large guns, their features hidden by masks and long sleeves. Suddenly one of the men looked at you and raised his gun.

Your eyes widened, stuck on the barrel pointed in your direction. Suddenly, yellow bolts of light streaked across your vision. You looked down in your lap and gasped. The image of England where your hands clutched was glowing yellow, and your arms were encased in electric bolts, coiling around your arms like a vine on a branch. The lights suddenly disappeared. A bang split in your eardrums. Just as a piercing pain struck through your side, the light returned and encased your entire vision in white. You felt you head hit the ground before the world went black.

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After lying still, you realized you weren't dead, and that you were outside. Wincing from the searing pain coming from your side, you pulled yourself upright and slowly allowed your vision to adjust to the darkness. Trees started to fade out of the black, and the ground beneath you took the form of grass from inside a deep ditch with a stone road about twenty feet away, seeming to lead to nowhere. A quarter moon hung in the air, surrounded by the faint glow of stars.

How'd I get here? You pondered. Suddenly flashbacks of what happened crossed your thoughts; the trip to the mall with (bf/n), Hot Topic, the shooting, and the strange yellow light. You looked down at your arms, checking that they weren't still aglow. Your arms were their usual (sk/t) colour, looking like nothing had happened; except for the sticky red substance on the one side. You groaned and laid your head back down on the soft grass; the pain from your side slowly increasing.

As you laid there, a faint thumping sound started to pound in your ears. You listened to the sound as it slowly got louder. It must be the footsteps of someone running. You thought. But who would be running at this time?

The footsteps neared and you began to hear what sounded like muffled voices; that was until someone yelled, "Just wait until I get my bloody hands on you!"

"Hahaha! Sorry dude, you'll have tah catch me first!" An obnoxiously high voice called back, seemingly closer then the first. Looking down the road you saw a figure running in your direction. From the shape and the way they ran, you could tell it was a young male.

Hey, You thought. if I can get his attention, maybe he could help me! I mean, didn't this happen with the good Samaritan and Israelite? You waited a moment before the figure was closer, then called out "Ah..." Your heart seemed to stop when you heard the frog like croak that was meant to be 'help'. You tried again and again, only to get the same strange sound, trying desperately to get results as the figure now faded away, too busy running to notice your body just yards from the road.

Your side was now beginning to kill you; the feeling of dizziness in your head not helping your current situation. He's... he's gone. The only person I'll probably see all night just ran right next to me, and I lost my chance to be helped!

"You bloody git!"

Crap, I forgot about him! You thought, now annoyed with yourself since you forgot that boy was running away from another person.

COMMENTS

Like the second half of this I'm going to edit, mostly after 'you' are transported. I don't really know how far this would get, but I DO know the ending to this. Electrifying started as an insert for a fanfiction I read on something (don't remember what...).

How many of you put yourself into a fanfiction you're reading? Cause I do it all the time.

I don't think I have much else to say though but if there's any questions relating to this stuff try and pm me instead of commenting, just incase it's supposed to be a big reveal and everyone reads it.