Last week, my Russia cosplay wig arrived. I was really happy that it did, and my mom advised me to put it on and go out in public to see how people would react.

Since I didn't have my full uniform, I pulled together a Hipster!Russia cosplay.

I went to the grocery store with my parents and brother. My brother is a Hetalia fan too and he pulled me into the Vodka section of the store and dared me to scream 'VODKAAAAA!' So I ran through the isle, yelling it.

I suddenly heard two girls scream.

I freeze in place and turn around to look at my brother, who was also in shock. I saw him quickly point at something behind me, but it was too late.

I was tackled down my someone. I hit my knee on the hard floor and bruised it. Before letting my mind process all the events that happened, I feel someone pull on my scarf. It felt as if I was being choked. I stand up and look down at a girl older than me (I'm really tall, by the way). She had a very zitty face and greasy hair.

"RUSSIA!" she squeaked, hugging me.

I decided to be mature and I was a bit happy that someone did know who I was cosplaying as; HOWEVER, there are more respectful ways to greet a person. "Hello privyet," I say in my bad Russian accent. This caused her to scream again.

She grabs me by my scarf again and pulls me to another aisle. I look back at my brother, who was laughing his ass off. Her other friend was at the cart and she screamed too. By now my ears were bleeding. Her other friend was Asian (not to sound racist) and had her hair tied like China's.

"Russia-sama, how are you, aru?" she asked.

I didn't respond. I just wanted to get out of here.

"Russia, answer China's question!" the other girl demanded. "I thought you two were together!"

That really freaked me out. I don't really like pairing countries, so I just stayed their and kept quiet like usual.

That's when my brother decided to come into the scene. The thing is, my brother has short blonde hair and blue eyes, so he looks a bit like Germany.

"OH MY GOD, DOITSU!" the zitty girl screamed. "ICH LIEBE DICH!"

Okay, that really hit my brother. We both lived in Germany at one point in our lives and he was more fluent in the language than me. The girl who tried to speak German really couldn't get it down. It sounded more like she said "Ick leeb dick." "Come on, we gotta go," he says.

I follow my brother until suddenly I feel someone pulling on my scarf again. I turn around to see the China cosplayer pleading me not to go. I call out for my brother to help. "No, I really have to go."

"Don't leave me Russia, aru!" China whines.

My brother grabs my hand and pulls me out of China's grip. We both run down the aisles to find our parents. They were luckilly checking out as we found them, and we had to give them a good reason why we were exhausted from being at a store.