Hetalia Apocalypse Page 1

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I heard a knock at the door. A slew of barking abruptly burst from the dogs. "HEY!" I yelled sharply to shut them up as I stumbled out of my chair. I froze on my way towards the door as the realization hit me: it was Thursday.

The paranoia set in as I slowly backed into the living room. It couldn't be my brother, since he wouldn't have gotten on the wrong bus today. Yesterday, maybe, but not today. Also, he's never gotten on the wrong bus to here before...I glanced at my phone's clock. It was too early anyway. Did Cathy order something? No, she just said she didn't yesterday.

I froze again as another knock incurred more freaking out from the dogs. Even if it was a package, they wouldn't knock twice. I was terrified they might be looking through the window--another knock.

I peeked into the living room from my place between the living room and entrance hall. Okay, no one's looking through the window...I snuck over and looked through the window to see who it was as the person impatiently rang the bell. Who the hell is this determined to talk to me? I freaked out as the thought occurred that they must be a stalker. But that was Russia's coat! Ohmygod, someone must be messing with my head.

Then, as the pace of the doorbell became more frantic, I noticed a speedy yet staggering figure seemingly chasing the person standing on my front porch. As the figure lurched up the lawn, I realized that...what the fuck? A zombie?

Against my better judgement, I ripped the front door open. Someone who looked exactly like Russia practically fell inside. He slammed the door. "Thank you..." he said in a thick Russian accent...or what I assumed was a Russian accent, based on Hetalia.

"Maybe this isn't the best time, but that is one incredible cosplay."

The cosplayer focused on me. "What?"

"And the voice imitation is amazing as well."