Okay.

I have no idea how this happened.

LITERALLY.

So I guess I should start at the beginning.

I went to a convention today, wearing my Chibitalia cosplay.

I got attacked by like 6 girls, it was hot as balls, and some people started laughing at me.

Overall I was not in a good mood when I went to the vendor's tent a second time.

I hadn't spent any money, so I decided "Fuck it, I'mma blow it all."

But of course I wasn't going to just throw my money at the first thing that interested me.

But then I saw Hetalia merch.

Ya see...I'm a bit of a sucker for Hetalia.

I own a journal, binder, phone case, t-shirt, post cards , bag, you name it, I've probably got it.

Of course, I'm fangasming over the Hetalia stuff, but it's all either stuff I already have, or stuff I don't really like.

Then I go to the next table, I browse a pretty huge section of figurines, and BINGO!

Little chibi Hetalia figurines.

However, this shit looked like it had been made by China.

Well, it probably had been made in China..

But you get my point!

Germany had brown hair, and purple eyes, England was a dirty blonde with pink eyes, (leading me to believe the painter was possibly color blind) ITALY of all people was missing, and they all looked like they would fall apart if I so much as tipped them over.

Regardless, I hadn't ever seen Hetalia figurines, and I could've cared less on what I spent my money on at that point.

Besides it was only six bucks, and I had a 20 dollar bill, still fresh from Christmas.

I look for the ones with the best color palette, Russia's was surprisingly spot on, besides a slightly purple scarf, and Romano's only problem was one side of his hair was darker then the other.

I get the ladies attention, tell her I want the one with the little bottle and the one with the tomato.

She takes a glance at them, laughs, and asks me if I'm sure.

Of course I'm fucking sure.

Is what I thought then.

She takes the money, gives me my change, and hands me the two in a brown paper bag.

Classy.

I spend a few more hours at the con, then I go home, spend like 25 minutes trying to get all the fucking eyeliner off, and I remember I actually bought something.

I dig through my Hetalia bag, pull out the brown paper bag, and lay out my two tiny figurines on the bed.

Like wow, they're fucking adorable.

I put them on their stands as delicately as I possibly could, due to the fact Romano's head was about to roll off, and I didn't want to take a chance with Russia.

I put them on my nightstand, and go to sleep.

I hear shuffling.

It's just the fucking dog digging through the litter box.

I feel movement on the bed.

It's the cat bitching at me for more space at the edge of the bed.

I feel tiny little feet on my thigh...

...I'm Imagining it?

The little feet move up to my cheek, and at this point I'm pretty sure I'm pissing myself.

One of the tiny feet digs into my cheek, and a voice rings out

"HEY! I WANT FOOD DAMN IT!"

What.

The.

FUCK!?

Of course, I do what any logical person would do.

I fall out of bed.

Right on my stomach too.

I hear screaming, and I'm guessing whatever the hell was on my face fell too.

A tiny plop, and a small voice says

"R-Romano, comrade, are you alright?"

OH SHIT THERE'S ANOTHER ONE?!

The tiny footsteps ring out in my otherwise silent room, and I swear it's like waiting for the fucking alien to pop out.

Suddenly, my eyelid is forced open by some very small fingers and..

Holy crap that's Romano.

I open both my eyes voluntarily, and I fucking realize.

Holy shit it's my Romano.

Even though he's suddenly fucking made of like, flesh, and organs and shit like that, half of his hair is a darker brown then the rest of it.

It's my Romano.

I hear tiny boots against my floor, and there's my little Russia, made of whatever the fuck people are made of, just like Romano, his purple scarf snug on his shoulders.

Guys I don't think you understand.

THEY'RE FUCKING TWO INCH PEOPLE.

Russia pulls his faucet out of his coat and starts poking me with it while Romano crosses his arms and glares at me, bursting out

"Well!?"

I look from Romano's glare to Russia's smiling face as he continues to poke me.

Well shit.

I'm in for one hell of a ride aren't I?

YEAAAAA, LOOK AT WHAT I'M DOING INSTEAD OF WRITING A NEW CHAPTER FOR MY BRIGHT LIGHT. SHIIIIIT. ANYWAY, THIS IS BASED OFF OF TWO LITTLE FIGURINES I BOUGHT TODAY, BTW, PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING IN THIS IS TRUE, SO LIKE.. DON'T EVER COSPLAY CHIBITALIA GUYS, I LEARNED THE HARD WAY. SO YEAH, I REALLY LIKE THIS CONCEPT, SO DEFINATLY GOING TO BE CONTINUED. YAAAAAAAAY. THREE MULTI CHAPTER STORIES... PLEASE KILL ME NOW. ALSO PLEASE REVIEW. I'M BEGGING. THAT'S WHY I'M TAKING SO LONG WITH MY BRIGHT LIGHT, LITERALLY. ONE! PERSON REVIEWED, AND IT WAS POINTING OUT A MISTAKE. ANYWAY BYYYYE. REVIEWWWW, OR I'LL CRY!