This year I went to my first con. It was an amazing experience and I wish I had more time to go. We went on Saturday  only, just for a day. I had scraped together my money to by a cosplay. It was Egypt, one of my favorite Hetalia characters.

I will say one thing, I am short, very much so, and at the convention, I told my parents I wanted to explore on my own. They agreed, so I went to explore, I stopped by Artist’s Alley and was looking around when someone tapped my shoulder. It was a girl.

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I have always loved French culture; the language, the food, the art, ad architecture. I also happen to have  very blonde hair and very blue eyes.. consequently I make a pretty good France. There is quite the stigma surrounding France cosplayers I’m afraid.. but let me assure you that I have never groped or made unwanted contact with someone else.

One day this went too far. At my second ever con i made some additions to my cosplay, including spandex and fake handcuffs for humorous purposes only. On the second night however I was with a group of people i considered friends. I was using my accent putting on the ct and i had my handcuffs. Suddenly several of then tackled and restrained me taking the handcuffs and securing my arms behind my back. Though shaken i laughed along and a small crowd of con-goers gathered.

then one of the girls asked if i was wearing my spandex.. when I responded “yes” she immediately pulled down my pants. I was very panicky at this point and begging them to stop while con-goers cheered, laughed took pictures, and even filmed the event. Derogatory comments were made as if I was still in character.

Is it really so hard to differentiate between ME and the character I choose to portray? Beneath the cosplay there is a person. It takes a long time to recover from public humiliation.. I can tell you that much. All I can do is implore readers to respect others for the person they are BENEATH the costume.

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.

prismacolour:

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.

I honestly know nothing about anime/ manga/ “kawaii-desu-ness”. I had only finished watching APH about a year ago. I loved the series- I’ve always loved history and to find someone able to poke fun at it was different!

I used to live in England and I moved just about a year and a half ago to the southern half of America. So I was this nervous white girl with a horrendously thick accent going to a new high school where I didn’t know anyone. To be honest, I was desperate to find anyone that had common interests.

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At first glance, one couldn’t tell that Zee was a weeaboo. I met her freshman year of high school; we all went to a big Catholic school, and since everyone wore the same uniform (plaid skirts or blue pants and a white shirt), we all looked pretty much the same. Okay, so maybe Zee was wearing a Naruto headband—how was I supposed to know how creepy she was?

Zee immediately became part of our group. After a few days, I started to get weirded out by her.

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There aren’t a whole lot of anime/manga fans at my local high school. There’s no club or anything, which I really didn’t have an problem with. Being a “normal” fan of anime, I’ve met and seen a lot of really messed up weeaboos over my years. Luckily, that happened mostly just in middle school with an large anime club and “Cosplay-Day”.

But my high school didn’t have any of this, so I thought I’d be okay this year and wouldn’t run into anymore weridos. Yeah, I was dead wrong.

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It’s petrifying when you’re staring death in the face, especially when death is in the form of forty deranged fangirls who’ve gone batshit up the belfry for Hetalia. This is my horrifying Weeaboo story, and I’m sticking to it. 

My friend and I were at AX 2010. Our cosplay consisted of my 6 foot tall friend (let’s call him “W”) dressed like one of the giant wolves from Princess Mononoke while I piggy-back rode him in my San cosplay. The costumes took me 3 months to make, and I was really proud of the results.

On the third day of the convention, we were taking a break from the chaos of the main hall and walking down one of the smaller hallways by an escalator. Aside from a couple people loitering around the walls the hallway was basically empty. I was riding on W’s back, minding my own business, when I suddenly heard this distant roar from behind us echo down the hallway, so I took a second to look over my shoulder to see what was up. What I saw may quite possibly be the most morbidly horrifying thing I’ve ever encountered; a giant Hetalia STAMPEDE heading straight in our direction.

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