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My 10 versions of Hetalia: 1p: Regular universe. 2p: The "evil" Hetalia:  (They come from the mirror)  If yah wanna know more about that then check the wiki. 3p: The "sweet" Hetalia: Everything is nice and sweet. There's no war or madness. Every thing is made of sugar and candy. Even the people. Everything except the countries, they are flesh and bone but their clothes are sweets. They are all nice. They're candy ,sweets, and people are different where you go. Like if you go to Russia the snow is powdered sugar, but in Denmark for example the snow is Ice cream. (They come from a picture book called The Sweet World) 4p: The "Poor" Hetalia

You got chills. Was this "Jeff" just messing with you? He didn't seem like a bad guy, after all. He's just an outcast, like you. There's nothing wrong with that, right? The bus ride seemed eternal. Each stop was an excruciating wait as he stared. You saw him stare. You decided to go sit by him while the bus was stopped. "I noticed you kept staring. I'm not quite blind...Yet. I've got a tad or peripheral vision left." You smiled, an attempt to hide your anxiety and frustration in this situation. You were so drawn to him, yet you felt unsafe, like he was dangerous. "I couldn't help myself." Jeff's grin lessened, but it wasn't that he wasn