So, I’m at the mall today with my cousin, Elise. She wants to go into Hot Topic, so I agree and go in with her. I’m wearing my red hammer and sickle shirt. I capture the attention of two young women, who just stare at me creepily.

I smile nervously at them and waggle my fingers and notice something: They’re wearing Hetalia t-shirts.

One girl smiles and squeals, “RUSSIAAAAAAA!!!!”  (I look NOTHING like Russia.) She tackles me, and I fall to the floor (which is hard concrete) and am being crushed by this girl. Elise is trying to pull her off of me, but the poor girl is too small and weak to get her off. But that doesn’t even compare to what this chick did next.

She groped me.

Holy fuck. This total stranger GROPED ME. 

Eventually, mall security dragged her off. But my t-shirt was damaged and a bunch of Hot Topic merch was scattered on the ground, which the other girl had to pick up all by herself. The first girl’s parents came over, apologized profusely and gave me money to buy a new shirt. And they paid for all of the merchandise that she broke.

I vow to never step foot in HT again.

For those who don’t know, Belarus is the stereotypical ’yandere’ character in Hetalia who is obsessed with marrying her older brother Russia. I had never ran into weeaboos at a convention before but I met the worst Belarus cosplayer the last convention I went to.

Her wig looked like she bought it at party city and she harassed the Russia cosplayers. At first, when we were all waiting for the Hetalia panel to start, it was all in good fun when she was chasing a fem!Russia cosplayer around. But then the fem!Russia cosplayer legitimately tried hiding from her and told her to leave her alone.

Eventually we got into the panel and I was in the row behind this Belarus. She was pretty obnoxious and kept raising her hand over and over again, even after she got called on to answer a question, when there were people with real questions for the voice actors who hadn’t had a chance to ask anything yet. The question she asked was, in a very poor imitation of Belarus’ voice, “Will any of you come between big brother and me?”

We went to the photoshoot and she was there. There she and another Belarus cosplayer harassed another Russia cosplayer. I felt bad for the poor lad because they were pulling at his coat and hanging onto him and everything and he told them to stop repeatedly. And the main Belarus was like really into character too much. When all the girl characters came together to a photo, I was cosplaying as Hungary, she kept tugging possessively on the back of my dress. 

The next day I talked to the Russia cosplayer and he told me how he was really annoyed and how he hadn’t been playing around when he told them to stop. Anyway, the point of the story is that just because you’re cosplaying a possessive or ‘yandere’ character does not mean you need to act IN character the whole time and you especially should not harass other cosplayers and stop when they tell you to.

Halfway through eighth grade, I moved to a new school. I became pretty great friends with a group of girls, who got me interested in Hetalia. None of us were really OBSESSED, or really classified as weeaboos. But there was this one girl, we’ll call her S. 

S had the biggest crush on Canada (Her DeviantArt favorites were literally all pictures or ReaderXHetalia fics) and it was really just on the verge of being creepy. Then, she found out I was Canadian, and that’s when it got really weird.

I’m not gonna deny it, I’m actually a lot like Canada. I’m shy, introverted, the works. S constantly made ‘jokes’ about my ‘Canadian-ness’ and often called me Mattie or Canada instead of my real name. She also physically did things like hug me from behind, carry me in the hallways, glomp me, etc. which I’m really not okay with because of other reasons. It didn’t help that she has a bigger frame than the rest of my friends, and I’m on the smaller side. She really made me feel helpless, and I didn’t like it one bit. 

Around this time, our group of friends started roleplaying on an online chatroom. My friend H roleplayed as America, me as Canada, and S actually roleplayed herself. 

Yep. Herself.

She also paired herself with Canada, which I really didn’t like at all. But I was too polite to say anything about it, and just let her do what she wanted to him. 

I don’t know if this really classifies at a weeaboo, but all of my other friends were REALLY relieved when she stopped roleplaying with us. She goes to a different high school now, so I no longer have to fear that I’ll get glomped just for having a nationality.

Earlier this year, my parents took me to my first Expo. I had decided to wear my favourite boy-Lolita outfit (which involved ruffled just above the knee shorts, a blouse, binder and a little pirate hat) and the day was going pretty well. My parents decided to go and get food, and left me to wander around with a bit of cash for a while. I was looking at the plush toys for a while, mainly a Ciel Phantomhive one, when I feel someone stroking my (short) hair and touching my hat. I turn around, rather quickly, to see this rather large guy grinning at me, hand still on my head.

“You should get that.” He said, pointing to the plush, “You and Ciel are so alike. You’re both so kawaii…”

More than a little creeped out, I asked him to get off my hair and hat. He looked a little taken aback, and as I bought my plush, I hear him say, “I thought you were a little boy…”

Hastily grabbing my change, I wandered off. I thought that was the last of him.

Nope.

A few minutes later, I was looking at anime/manga t-shirts. And who do I notice a few feet away? The creepy hair-stroker. He came closer and said, creepily as ever, “You should get the Ciel-chan t-shirt…you’d look so (some random Japanese phrase) in that.” I was VERY creeped out by this point, and I walked away without buying anything. He followed me, grinning like mad, and at one point said “I can pretend you’re a boy, and you can still be my Ciel-chan.” I told him to go away, but he didn’t listen.

He only stopped when some random guy (whom I shall call Giggles) cosplaying as Pyramid Head (minus the head/helmet, which he was holding) and said VERY loudly, “Oh, babe, THERE you are! We’ve been looking for you!” and he walked me over to a group of other male cosplayers who, frankly, looked like they’d punch anyone who came near them.

Once the creeper had gone, Giggles told me that this guy had been following boy-lolitas and Ciel cosplayers all day.

I didn’t tell my parents when they got back, I just got on with the rest of the day and fortunately didn’t bump into the creeper again.

I went to a con near the beginning of summer as Dave Strider. I was at the Homestuck fan shoot (so no staff was there). While I was waiting for my character to be called, the cosplayer behind me, who I will call Dirk, introduced himself. He seemed friendly enough, and asked questions here and there. No big deal, it got creepy pretty fast after we had been talking, he started making perverted comments, saying I was a loli-con and ‘moe’.

When dirkdave was called up for the shipping part he forcibly grabbed my arm and pulled me up with him, though my group’s Dirk cosplayer was the one I was supposed to be with at the time, and proceeded to pose provocatively with me against my will. Mind you, I am a minor. After the pairing was done, I told him calmly and quietly that I was a minor, to which he replied “So?” and I followed it up with the fact I am not interested in men. He followed me around for the rest of the con, mostly from a distance, and in one instance tackling me in a hug when I was meandering without my group.

When I was in high school, there was this guy (I’ll call him Jay) that had a tremendous crush on me. Jay was indeed an huge weeb, two years older than me, and a lolicon. He called me his “loli”. I’m a very petite, flat chested, skinny korean girl, that fit into his perverted lolita fantasies. Sometimes he would ask me if he could dress me up in different skimpy maid costumes and show me some of the loli hentai he had with him. At other times, he would sit next to me at lunch and pull me away into his uncomfortable embrace, saying “no! my loli!” while I was talking with some friends.  I brushed it off at first thinking it was nothing. Long story short, I got annoyed and I told him upfront that I didn’t like him, and he ended up crying and breaking a few boxes. Because of Jay, my interest in cute anime things, along with watching and reading anime died. I couldn’t get back into it as much cause it reminded me of him so much.

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Okay, guys. Let’s get one thing straight: HETALIA IS FICTIONAL.

You cannot use it as an excuse to stalk someone.

Good, now that that’s out of the way, give me the soapbox.

Hi, I’m Mary, girlfriend/future fiancee of this boy Oliver whose story I’m about to tell. I made a tumblr with the sole purpose of telling this story, so all of you can understand that this is fucking unacceptable behavior and so we can stop this girl from doing something absolutely awful to someone who has done nothing to deserve it. The tumblr I made wasn’t working for whatever reason, so I borrowed my older sister’s pretty much unused one to get this point across. My original post can be found here.

We go to college together and there is this girl there who obsessively stalks Oliver due to his English heritage, his name, and his freckles (he’s a redhead). This freak thinks that he is the REAL LIFE version of beekwhy’s 2p!Arthur. Her stalking of him is actually what originally provoked our friend group to look into Hetalia, which we now all really enjoy. Her stalking has always unnerved us, me especially, but it was never anything too drastic, just annoying spurts of fangirlgasms.

A few weeks ago, the girl’s stalking got more intense. She would sometimes follow him around or stand in the way of his wheelchair (by the fucking way, he’s paralyzed from the waist down so he literally CANNOT “outrun” her). We found out today from her that she apparently took pictures of him without a shirt on when his aid was helping him change, and now she’s planning on posting these images here online as “evidence” of “real-life Oliver Kirkland sightings.” She also implied that she would be submitting these to certain ask blogs. 

NO. NO. NO. 

We don’t know her tumblr name but Oliver’s been hysterical all day desperately contacting every single ask blog he could think of in order to try to stop them from looking at, reblogging, or posting these pictures. We don’t know where she’s posting them, if she’s going to post them at all, or who she is sending them to. jfc. So, if any of you guys see these pictures posted ANYWHERE, PLEASE report the creep. I’ll be online all day searching the web for these photos.

TL;DR: Some 2p!Arthur obsessed freak took illegal pictures of my boyfriend, who I guess looks like 2p!Arthur enough for her to delude herself into thinking he’s the irl version, and is posting them online. If you see any pictures of a ginger in a wheelchair tagged as “oliver sightings” or any bullshit like that, report the poster.

Thank you.