Hetalia: Aki-con, da?

Make-up, gender, and gone

I watched as he triumphantly pulled out bright red lipstick I place my hand to my face. “And you say I’m immature.”

He shot me a death glare before returning his gaze back to France. “Come now, we don’t have all day.”

France shook his head slowly. “Mon ami, I am not coming over to you,” He placed his hands behind his back and propped himself up. “You must over to me.” A suggestive glint flashed across his blue eyes.

England’s eye obvious twitched with disgust but none the less he still stood up and trudged over to the French man. Settling down next to him he uncapped the lipstick and started drawing on his face. All the while laughing like a mad man as he painted his lips and cheeks red. Once he was done with the lipstick he rummaged around in my bag again in search of yet another torture device. Retrieving my jet black eyeliner he proceeded to writing some words that I would rather not repeat.

“Are you done?” France inquired curiously. Strange he didn’t sound angry in the slightest. Any normal person would have been infuriated but not this cosplayer.

“Not yet. Now shut up and let me finish.” England snapped at him before continuing to pull out make-up after make-up and apply it onto the blondes face.

 Adding the finishing touch he stood up and took a step back to admire his work. Letting out a menacing cackle France opened up his eyes.

“Dude!” America exclaimed as he shot to his feet in shock.

“Oh my.” China said. His sleeve covered hand placed over his mouth.

“What?” France asked curiously. Reaching into my bag I pulled out a miniature mirror and held it up in front of him.

His eyes widened in horror. “My face!” He yelled is alarm. “Tu es fou!? Je t'emmerde! Je t'emmerde!” Standing up in a hurry he pointed an accusing finger at a laughing England as he continued to curse him off in French. “Mon visage, mon beau visage! Brûle en enfer!Vous êtes une pomme de terre avec le visage d'un cochon d'inde!”

America stared at him for a while before falling over and laughing his eyes out. I did the same as his. I wasn’t completely sure what happened after that; I was too busy dying of laughter on the ground. When I came to I found England and France were being restrained by America and Russia.

“Whoa! Calm down dudes.” America shouted at them as his arms were wrapped under England armpits and up over his shoulders.

“Yes, we should all calm down.” Russia agreed. His hands were just placed on France’s shoulder which was more than enough to keep him from moving.

Narrowing my eyes on Russia I realized that something about him seemed familiar. Thinking about it now China felt familiar also. Well, it was probably nothing. You know, all cosplayers probably feel familiar to some level right?

“France, it’s your turn.” I said as I sat back up straight. He stopped trying to struggle and turned to look at me. I raised my eyebrows at him before I grabbed something from my bag. I dangled it in the air, baiting him over towards me. Make-up remover. The second he saw it he broke out of Russia’s now lose grip and scampered over to me.

“Merci belle.” He chirped as he grabbed the small packet from me. I snicker again as I got a close up view on him. He viciously scrubbed down his face using up at least six wipes. One he was done he lied down on the ground with his arms and legs spread out. “Much better.” He breathed.

I could hear England tisk and looked to find that he had broken out America’s grasp and they were both walking back to our circle. As they sat down France sat up.

“China, truth or dare?” France asked. Wow, nothing fazes them for long. The Asian nation perked up at the sound of his name.

“Truth, no way I’m letting you dare me, aru” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Ah, I have been meaning to ask. Are you a male or female?”

This got everyone’s attention as we all leaned in closer. Well, expect for Russia. He doesn’t do this type of thing.

“Aiyaah!” China exclaimed, obviously annoyed. “Is my gender really that hard to figure out? Male, aru!” He waved his arms around in exasperation as he tried to get the fact across.

“Whoa, like, seriously?” America asked bewildered. “Dude, I always thought you were a girl! I need to delete some pics from my phone now.” He muttered the last part as he whipped out his cell phone. I had to suppress a laugh as he started, what I guess was deleting pictures.

China then buried his face in his hands. “Aiyaah. What am I to do with stupid western nations, aru?”

“It’s okay comrade. I can always just kill them.” The room went completely silent as Russia placed his hands on China’s shoulders. A look of horror washed over China’s features.

“Let go of me, you can’t act so friendly. That was four years ago.” He immediately clapped his hands over his mouth the second the words came out. “I-I didn’t mean it like that I-“ He paused out of fear. An evil aura was now surrounding Russia that I could practically see.

“Kolkolkolkol.” Russia chanted, his face becoming dark and menacing. A shiver ran down my spine as I wrapped my arms around me.

“R-Russia?” I whispered. “Is everything o-okay?”

He stopped then, the scariness about him disappearing in an instant. Instead there was a look looked like sadness, longing, and compassion. Shifting uncomfortably in my spot I built up enough courage to look him in the eye yet when I did the look from before was replaced with his normal innocent smile. I shook my head; maybe I had just imaged it?

“I’m fine Маленькая девочка.” He said in an overly sweet tone that made me flinch.

“Four years ago?” France questioned, his eyebrows slighting furrowed. “Do you mean-“ He was cut off when my phone went off playing Russia’s Marukaite Chikyuu. Grabbing it from my purse I hit talk and my ears were met by a blast of yelling so loud that I had to hold I away from my face.

“You get not more chances!” The person of the other line screamed.

“Come one! Let me explain!” Someone yelled at them in the background.

“Ari?” I asked carefully into the phone.

“Haley!” She yelled. “Our room, now!” She hung up after that and I was left stunned.

“Um, I-I’m really sorry but I have to go,” I rushed out before gathering my things and leaving. I threw one last look over my shoulder at the group. “It was fun while it lasted.” With one last smile at Russia I left.

“We need to tell the others.” Was all I heard as the door slammed behind me.

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Je t'emmerde - Fuck you

Vous êtes une pomme de terre avec le visage d'un cochon d'inde - You are a potato with the face of a guinea pig

Tu es fou!? - Are you crazy!?

Mon visage, mon beau visage! - My face, my beautiful face!