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Heeeeeeey~

I'm Alex, your friendly neighbourhood caffeine addict, night owl and anime fanatic. I'm a 5 foot 6 female, and I'm eighteen years old. I'm easily annoyed, enjoy being alone, and I don't like crowded parties. I speak English as my first (and regrettably, only) language, and for years I've been interested in learning others, but unfortunately haven't had the means to do so.

I'm a hobby writer, as you can see. I write fanfictions, and perhaps every now and then I'll write something of my own. One day, I would like to become a professional author, but for the moment....
This will be great. :3

I post every now and then; these are not frequent posts. I do this for my own leisure, and hopefully for the pleasure of anyone who cares to actually read what I write. :)

SEND ME A NOTE FOR SEPARATE ONESHOT REQUESTS. I DO TAKE THOSE. IF I HAVE A SERIES YOU WANT ME TO WRITE AN xREADER FOR, COMMENT BENEATH THE INTRO, OR BELOW THE JOURNAL POST I HAVE REGARDING IT. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME AND ACKNOWLEDGEMENT, ALL YOU LOVELY PEOPLE ARE APPRECIATED.

I also have a Wix account. This is where I will update on the actual writing of my own that I will be doing. Check that out too! The link is below.

Keep being awesome, guys.
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Lovino angrily kicked his car tyre over and over, swearing at the top of his lungs. Of all the times that his car could’ve overheated and broken down, he could only wonder why the piece of junk had to break down right then. He was ten miles away from the airport, and _______’s flight wouldn’t be boarding for a while yet, but he didn’t even know if he had time to get there before it took off.

Lovino had no idea what to do. He was stressed, angry, upset, and borderline on tears. He’d broken up with ________ a month ago, and he had no idea how he could’ve done it, or why it ever crossed his mind that he was wasting his time with her. She’d given him the happiest life he could’ve asked for; laughter, a warm embrace, someone who tolerated his mood swings and someone who loved him for all his deficiencies.

He was trying to get back to her, some way, somehow, to tell her how wrong he really was. He knew that _______ knew he was wrong, and that made his heart ache, simply because nothing could reverse how much he’d hurt her. Lovino was so, so ashamed that it had taken him so long to see that she was the only one who could ever complete him, and that she was the only one he wanted to complete him.

So, in a fit of anguish and determination, Lovino was given no other open than to start running.

_______ sighed again, and looked at the time. The second hand on her watch seemed to tick slower and slower as time went on. Soon she wouldn’t have to deal with this anymore; she’d be out of that country that held too many wonderful and horrible memories for her to ever want to face again.

And the best and worst of those memories held Lovino Vargas. Lovino had been everything that _______ had ever wanted. He was everything she had wanted; he was smart, he was thoughtful, and as moody as he was, he was genuinely kind. He’d never treated her badly; and just the very thought of the day when he’d packed his things, and said he’d been wasting his time, still burned like an iron in the back of her mind, and tore apart her heart over and over again.

_______ knew very well that Lovino had been wrong. She had been in love with him, she was in love with him right in that moment. She knew it was right. Well, she thought it was. At this point in time, she wasn’t so sure. If it was right, why had it gone so wrong?

“Now boarding, Flight 669 to-”

Well, this was ______’s flight. If she got on this flight, that would be it for her. She’d be leaving her life, her job, her car, her friends, and some family, too. And even though she hesitated for a moment, _______’s feet fell one after the other, to the boarding line.

“_______!” A familiar voice came from behind her, and a body slammed into her, wrapping her in a warm embrace and almost knocking her off her feet.

“Lovino..?”

“_______, please don’t leave,” Lovino pulled back from the embrace, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, and cheeks flushed red from exhaustion and embarrassment, and self-shame. “All that I’m after is a life full of laughter, as long as I’m laughing with you.”

“Lovino, what are you talking about-”

“I’m sorry,” Lovino cupped her face in his hands and pressed a firm kiss to her lips. “I’m ashamed of myself. I must’ve been out of my mind, to think that I couldn’t be happy with you. You are the only one I want.”

_______’s skin warmed at the words of the man she loved, and tears welled up in her eyes with strong emotion, and she hugged him tight around the neck, squeezing him tight. She let out a broken laugh and wiped her eyes.

“Everyone’s staring at us, Lovino.”

“Hey, keep walking, assholes! I’m having a moment here!” Lovino snapped at the gawking bystanders, and he huffed in annoyance. “Nosey bastards.”

“You’re the one making the scene!”

“Shut up, ______,” Lovino’s lips came down on hers, and Lovino knew well he’d use this last chance to prove to her that he wasn’t going to leave again. He wouldn’t let her escape.

_______ rest her forehead on his when their lips broke apart, and she smiled. “So, what made your change your mind?”

“Well, I just know there’s no life after you.”
Romano x Reader Oneshot: Life After You
Ah, Romano.

Disclaimers:
I don't own Hetalia.
I don't own the personification of South Italy.
I don't own the song that inspired this, which can be found here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cvm2OY…
I don't own you.
I just own the plot.

Keep being awesome, guys.
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“Why did you do it?”

“Because I couldn’t take it anymore.”

Red. Why is there a red stains all over the place? Has France been drinking wine again? Gosh, if only he’d stop drinking it! It makes his breath smell terrible!

“What couldn’t you take, _______? Have you been under a lot of stress recently?”

“That depends on what you call recently.”

What’s that ringing noise? It hurts my ears! Oh, it is my ears. Did someone not turn off the PA system again? I suppose I’ll just have to clean up after everyone, AGAIN, like always!

“What would you call ‘recently’?”

“Anywhere between 1914 and 1945, is when it began… And I suppose yesterday was really the end of my problems.”

Oh, for Heaven’s sake! Did Italy spill his spaghetti all over the table? I’m surprised Germany hasn’t cleaned up after him, or that I can’t hear him screaming at Italy again. What a drag.

“What problems would those be?”

“They kept… Laughing at me. They called me weak, pathetic, useless… It wasn’t my fault I was so poor! How could I help when I had nothing?”

I suppose I could make some more tea for England. His tea looks pretty odd. I could’ve sworn he said it was earl grey; it looks more like strawberry tea… Oh! Even his scones have jam on them today!

“Don’t you think that what you did was radical? An overreaction?”

“Not at all. They deserved it.”

There! Now everyone’s sitting up! Wow, it looks like they’re sleeping. How perfect. Now, to clean up before it stains the carpet… Gosh, what am I going to do about this axe? It’s all messy too! Where am I going to sit that?!

The psychiatrist stood up and walked to the door, and took a look at the officials in white coats awaiting his verdict. “The treatment hasn’t worked. We can’t make her any less of a danger to other citizens. How such a small woman managed to kill her fellow countries, I don’t know; I just know that she can’t be around anyone else. There’s no other option.”

I’m sorry, but I’m not, you know? It’s their fault. They started it. If they’d just said I was worth something, let me feel like I was needed… Well, maybe I wouldn’t have considered them meaningless props to advance my future. And now they ARE meaningless props. How funny!

“________ ________, would you come this way? We’re taking you to see the doctor.”

“Oh, good. I really like the doctor. He’s always so nice to me.

Now you’re all dead. What a laugh.

“I’m sorry if this is a bit sharp, and a bit cold on your eye.”

“It’s okay. Is this a new probe? I’ve never seen one that comes with a hammer before. Don’t you normally have a light when you’re examining patients, though?”

But I suppose, in a way, I always will miss you all. And I always promised I’d help you all to paradise one day, remember? I said it like this:

‘Cross my heart,

Hope to die,

Stick a needle in my eye!’


Clink.
Hetalia x Reader Oneshot: Clink
.... So, I watched Shutter Island today.
I don't think I have to say much more than that.

Disclaimers:
I don't own Hetalia.
I don't own anything affiliated with Hetalia.
I don't own you.
I just own the plot.

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… North Italy~! Your darling Feliciano Vargas.

You were just madly in love with that sweetheart. It was as simple as that. And, you were not afraid to admit. He was bright, bubbly, and kind and gentle. Excitable, yes, and sometimes as thick as a brick depending on the situation, but you couldn’t hold it against him. He was too cute, and you could never stop smiling when you were around him.

You’d met him by chance in World War II, when you’d joined the Allies. They’d captured Italy at the time, and he’d been crying in the corner as France and England poked and slapped him repeatedly. You’d not much appreciated the treatment you received as being part of the Allies, as according to them, a woman wasn’t fit for war. Mostly just fit for them to play around with and baby as if she were nothing more than a helpless damsel in distress, which you certainly were not (and they eventually learned it, too, and because of your long-standing friendship with America, he was the unexpected first to defend your pride as someone strong and capable).

So, when they placed you in charge of watching Italy, you got talking with him. Well, he got talking to you. Mostly it was flirting and fawning over how beautiful you were, and he would do it very loudly. But as time wore on, you got to know him better, and you could talk to each other. Eventually you felt sorry for Italy, so, you let him go. Of course, you made it appear that he’d escaped somehow, while you were on your scheduled break. You stayed with the Allies, as you didn’t believe in the cause the Axis was fighting for, but you and Italy remained friends. You became friends with the Axis in general, really. They were good people at heart. But really, how could someone be truly bad, if they were loved so much by little Feliciano?

You’d also come to learn that Feli, while perhaps a lot of the time more prone to running away than standing and fighting, didn’t really like living known as someone who was cowardly, and being known as hardly anything but that made him insecure. He also wasn’t as much of a clueless idiot as other people thought he was. And what you loved most about him, was that he had always been there for you from the worst to the best moments you’d ever had.

Your phone ringing rudely ripped you from your happy memories, and you scowled till you saw the contact; Ludwig Beilschmidt, on video call. That just made you frown. Germany never called you unless it was for something very important, and you’d never been video called before by him, so you picked up, to be met with the rather distressed looking faces of Ludwig and Kiku.

“_______-san! There’s something wrong with Feli!” Kiku seemed to be looking at something you couldn’t see yet.

You frowned. “What? What’s the matter?”

“Feliciano is… Behaving more oddly than he ought to be,” He looked like he was trying to find the right words to say, which troubled you further. “He’s dancing around the kitchen, and singing.”

“But he does that when he’s cooking pasta. You know that,” You tilted your head to the side. “Why the hell are you video calling me?”

“Well, we figured it would be best if you saw it for yourself,” Kiku looked hesitant, and the screen flipped from their faces, to the visual of Feliciano dancing around the kitchen with a cat. He wasn’t cooking pasta. He was just dancing, and he was singing very loudly.

~When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
That’s amore!
When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine
That’s amore!~


Feliciano kept singing on and on, over and over again, dancing with the rather dizzy-looking cat, and his curl was bouncing around in the shape of a heart.

You felt a stringing sensation in your chest as you watched the scene, but beat it back to get a hold of yourself. “Okay, that’s a bit strange, but is there any cause of alarm?”

The screen flipped back to your favourite German’s face. “There is a cause for alarm when he’s not even uttered the word ‘pasta’ all day, or even reacted when we suggested that we have it for lunch.”

“THEN WHY DID YOU CALL ME INSTEAD OF TAKING HIM TO THE HOSPITAL?”

“________-san, please don’t yell!” Japan was starting to look like he was having a panic attack. “He’s not sick, Ludwig checked! Feli always listens to you, so could you please come here and find out what’s wrong with him?”

“Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!” You groaned and turned your phone off. Of course, your heart was actually doing backflips inside your chest, but you couldn’t really shake off the horrible thought that the reason Feliciano was acting like he was, was because he actually was in love with someone. There was such a thing as being too happy about certain things.

You hurried your way to Ludwig’s house, and didn’t even have to knock on the door before your wrist was grabbed and you were dragged inside, and the door slammed shut behind you.

“H-Hey! Come on! Give me a break!” You protested as the buff blonde dragged you down the hall. It must’ve been serious; he wasn’t even yelling at you for leaving scuff marks on the perfectly polished floors with your shoes.

“No time. Get in there,” Germany pushed you into the kitchen forcefully. You barely even got to catch a glimpse of Kiku before the door slammed shut.

~When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool
That’s amore!
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You’re in love~!~


Feliciano sang happily and kept dancing around you in circles. You were pleased to see he’d put down the poor cat he’d been holding before, but from the limp-looking fuzzy thing in the corner of the room, you could tell the cat was less than well after being spun around and around again.

“Feli?” You spoke quietly, in the hope that he’d actually hear you or at least greet you. But to your surprise, he came to an immediate halt right in front of you, and his eyes peeled open. And he looked… Serious.

“Do you know why I’m singing, ________?” He asked seriously.

Finally collecting your thoughts again, you could only stutter out your reply. “E-E-Erm… No?”

“It’s because I’m in love.”

You felt like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over your head. “Oh,” You choked out.

“And she’s so beautiful. She’s so smart, and funny, and bright, and she always cooks for me, and she never hits me when I go to sleep,” Italy’s face began to soften, and a whole new soft, warm smile bloomed on his features, a smile you’d never seen before.

“Oh,” You repeated lamely.

“And do you know who she is?”

“No…”

Italy suddenly grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the kitchen and upstairs like a ragdoll. “Then let me show you what she looks like! I have a picture of us together!” He sounded so bubbly and happy, that you supposed that he didn’t really comprehend that he was breaking your heart into a million pieces, and then breaking those pieces over and over again.

When he pulled you into his room, you didn’t even lift your head to look at the picture wall he’d accumulated over the years. You didn’t want to see this mystery girl’s face.

“See! Look, look, look! Isn’t she so pretty?!”

“Yeah… Nice…”

“You’re not even looking! Looooook!”

“I did look. She looks nice.”

“No,” Feliciano’s voice changed abruptly. It almost seemed angry. You felt his hands clasp your head and jerk it up with surprising strength to look straight on at eyelevel with a picture that made your heart stop.

Inside the picture, was a picture of your birthday two years ago, when you’d had a food fight in your backyard. Feli was on the right, covered in red jelly, and to his right was a smiling girl, with stained clothes, and an upturned plate of spaghetti on her head.

You.

You stared at the picture in bewilderment, blinking dumbly and making unintelligible noises as you tried desperately to grasp at your words.

“It’s you, _______.”

When you finally ripped your frozen gaze from the picture, you noticed how Feli was smiling like that again. So warmly, softly… Lovingly.

“You know, you’re the only one who never looked down at me at first,” He plucked a rose from the bouquet of flowers he kept decoratively by the window. “Even when we were at war, you were kind to me. You never beat me up or called me a coward, and you never left my side whenever I was upset… You even came over when I was having that nightmare that England was chasing me and you stayed with me till I fell asleep!” Feli grinned happily and put the rose behind your ear, his hand lingering on your hair.

“I was always a coward, so… I wanted to tell you that I love you, to at least prove to you that I’m not!” Feli smiled brightly, but something in his eyes told you that he was anything but confident in himself. He’d obviously been trying very hard to show you he wasn’t a coward.

You shook your head slowly and stroked his hair. “You have nothing to prove to me, Feliciano Vargas. Because you’re alright just the way you are.”

“B-But I’m such a wimp… And I’m weak…” Feli’s brave face melted away, and he began looking sad. You let out a long sigh and pulled him close to you, and embraced him in a tight hug.

“It never mattered to me, Feli, whether or not you were a big country that was strong and brave, or not at all. You’ve just always been my sweet little Italian. You’ve always been my best friend, and I’ve never once been afraid to admit that I loved you, for all you were worth,” You thought that he might be relieved, but instead, you were met with loud wailing.

“Wh-What?! Why are you crying, Feli?! Did I say something wrong?! Please don’t cry!”

“No, no, I-I’m just so happy!” You let out a yelp when the small Italian pushed you over and rubbed his face against yours like an excited cat. “I love you, I love you, ti amo, amore mia!”

You smiled ever so slightly, and ran a hand through his hair. “Anch’io, ti amo.”

“Yay~!” Feli cried, before leaping up and running out of the room. “LUDWIG, KIKU! IT WORKED! THE PLAN WORKED!” You blinked at the loud commotion, and when you pulled yourself up and poked your head out of the doorway, you were met with the visual of the German swinging poor Feli around, and Kiku trying in vain to quell the argument.

“You idiot! You just blew the whole plan!” Ludwig yelled at him. “_________ was not meant to know that we planned it! Stupid!”

Feli waved his arms, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. “WAAA, _________, SAVE ME! LUDWIG’S SCARY! SAVE ME, SAVE ME!”

You shook your head with a small smile. Perhaps some things wouldn’t change, but that was okay. In fact, it was perfect. Even if you had to rescue that little Italian a thousand more times, you wouldn’t change it for anything.

And Feliciano, despite how much he hated the idea of being known as helpless, perhaps didn’t mind being rescued if he got to be held in your arms again.
Hetalia x Reader: ... I Visit North Italy!
FINALLY. OH MY GOD.
This was an effort and a half to write.
It's been way too long since I last submitted something, especially one of these.
This is a part of a series, and if you haven't read the introduction, you can find it here: Hetalia x Reader Intro: When I Feel Awesome...

Disclaimers:
I don't own Hetalia.
I down own the picture.
I don't own you.
I just own the plot.

Keep being awesome, guys.
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The simplest, and saddest fact that Ludwig Beilschmidt ever learned, was not that humans had such a short time on the face of the earth, but that as a country, he had to watch their lives ebb away like a melting candle, while he remained an everlasting flame. He was old; and while he looked young, the more he looked upon his ageless features in the mirror, the more he felt his age, no matter how physically healthy or youthful he was. He felt it; he felt himself tire of the world he’d watch evolve over time, the world he helped shape. He felt with every fibre of his sinuous body the pain that he inflicted, and the agony he had to endure, as he watched the lives of the humans slip away day by day.

As a man with no definitive lifespan, he found the world around him become grey, dull, and listless, no matter how much he tried to find activities to bring back meaning to his strict lifestyle. But there was nothing new, nothing exciting; he’d seen it all. Life had lost a lot of the beauty it had once held. But, perhaps that was why he’d been drawn to ________ as much as he had been.

________ _________ was the type of girl the representation of Germany felt as if had never been on this earth before, and never would again. She wasn’t stupid, but she wasn’t Albert Einstein. She had her virtues, vices, faults and in his eyes, perfections. She was kind and she was patient, she was gentle, and she was wise. She sometimes ate too much, sometimes her pride got the better of her, and despite her patience, she could become frighteningly angry if pushed too far. She didn’t love herself, but she didn’t hate herself. She knew what her downfalls were, but she knew her assets. But, to Ludwig, she was as perfect as perfect could be; because ________ was real.

She’d broken into his colourless world spectacularly, but all she’d done was step through his office door. Her bright smile was accompanied with a firm handshake and a warm greeting that sent Ludwig’s mind reeling. It was also the day that Ludwig began not to scoff at the idea of love at first sight; because he knew that’s exactly what had happened. However, within the next ten seconds, he would become all too aware of the earth-shattering disappointment to find that ________ was in fact his older brother’s girlfriend.

But Ludwig fancied that he’d always known that the relationship between ________ and Gilbert would end; Gilbert loved women, but that didn’t mean he was unfaithful. In fact, the relationship ended simply because it didn’t work, and after the breakup ________ and Gilbert had retained a good friendship. But it was due to the type of men that _______ appeared to prefer, Ludwig wasn’t going to approach her romantically at all. She liked men who were open, always smiling, publicly affectionate and so obviously charming that it was practically tattooed to their foreheads.

It still baffled Ludwig as to why ________ had approached him at all. She’d just asked him out on a date one day, and though he would’ve normally refused, he heard himself accept the offer before his brain had even registered properly what it was she’d actually asked.

He often smiled to himself at the memories he’d shared with ________. One was his shaky proposal in which he almost lost the wedding ring down a storm drain after proposing to her in the street after a date, and when she finally accepted after getting a grip on herself again after laughing so hard she was in tears. Another one was the eventful wedding in which both he and _______ had asked Gilbert to be both Best Man, and a bridesman. Instead of choosing one or the other, Gilbert had chosen to do both, and preceded you down aisle with your other bridesmaids, then stood beside Ludwig and give a speech as Best Man; but all the while, wearing a bridesmaid’s dress.

The, the day he’d burst through the doors of the hospital after driving like a madman from his meeting proved to give him yet another splash of colour to his life, with the birth of his two children; a boy and a girl, joint personifications of the city of Berlin. That was one of the few days he’d ever shed tears, let alone tears of pure joy. Even just the memory of the happiness he felt still caused tears to burn the corners of his eyes.

Years passed by, the seasons changing, and ________ aged every day, the gap in their physical appearance broadening by the second, but he never aged, and his children had all but stopped aging altogether after they passed twenty. It was with every passing moment Ludwig had become more aware of how much closer to the end of her life she was. And at the old age of ninety-one, ________ just didn’t wake up.

It had been ten years since that day, and as always, Ludwig stood before _______’s white marble grave, with his brother Gilbert to his left, and his two children to his right, and they all looked the same as they had the day she’d passed. Ludwig had never stopped loving her, and never would. She’d always be his one and only, because there never would be someone else like her. No one could fill the void left behind inside Ludwig’s heart, but he never wanted anyone to, because that was the place only open for his beloved.

It was the simplest and saddest fact that Ludwig never wanted to learn; that his life would pass like this, revisiting the grave over and over of the human woman he’d married. But at the same time, he would’ve preferred to feel the pain of having to lose ________ after being blessed with the unimaginable happiness she’d given him, than to have faced decades of loneliness without ever knowing her.

Even in that moment as he turned and took a step away from the resting place of the other half of his heart, Ludwig was happy, because through rain, shine, Hell and high water, he knew she was there, walking beside him with a smile on her face, like she always did, as the sunlight broke through the clouds, lighting up the brightly-painted world that she had given him.
Germany x Reader Oneshot: Colourless
Germany, Germany, Germany.
I feel like Germany needs a hug. A lot of hugs. In general.
I don't really have much of an explanation for this. I just wanted to. I also wanted to hug Germany.

Keep being awesome, guys.
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Another day, and another conference meeting with the rest of the world. Yet again, you found yourself watching the rain fall down the windowpane behind your seat, the darkening clouds swirling and rumbling their laughter at your confinement to the chaotic boardroom.

But you could almost laugh right back at it if you felt like it. While sometimes the repetitive cycle of arguments, insults and furniture whizzing by your head could cause irritation, it wasn’t all that bad. It gave you time to reflect on your friends, enemies and allies, without them noticing you staring at them momentarily, before guiding your line of sight elsewhere.

You often wondered about each individual country, but not their histories. What you wanted to know truly, was who they were, not as countries, but as people. After all, they were the ones who had the literal job of carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders, walking day by day through their lives thinking about the next step towards a goal they couldn’t pinpoint. But to see them as countries, and only that, seemed pretty one-dimensional in your mind. You knew they, and you yourself were the personifications of every nation upon the face of the earth, and you had feelings. So did they.

One good example you liked to think about was France, and his conduct towards other people. France was a lover of a great many things, and a great many people; sometimes the way he came onto you was a bit strong for your liking, but telling him politely that his advances were just that, always resulted in a sincere apology, and a rose as a peace offering. France wasn’t a disgusting sleaze; quite the contrary, he was a loyal friend, and he had a great sense of humour. He was just misunderstood.

So was Russia, who forever sat pleasantly amongst the bombardment of pens and chairs. The grin he carried wasn’t so much as smile, as it was a customary mask to cover any emotional weakness that could possibly show on the man’s face. People always said never to judge books by their covers; but they still shied away from the physically imposing man. You’d found Russia to be closer to a teddy bear than a grisly bear; he just needed some patience, and a friend.

Even Germany, the commander of the boardroom and the serious, business-minded man was not like that really. He had a rather awkward personality, in your opinion, because focussing on his strong business attitude often left him for want of practice in expressing his true feelings. He just needed patience, and to be steered into a topic of conversation he could engage in, and the icy mask melted into a dazzling smile.

As your gaze glided across each country, male and female, picking out what everyone saw, to who you felt they really were, you came to realise how horribly unrealistic each and every outward impression had been, and yet were accepted as their true selves by others without second thought. Did everyone really think that Romano was just that angry for no reason? For all they knew, he could’ve been hiding the fact he felt inferior to North Italy, who had always been placed on a pedestal over himself. Was America truly that oblivious to everything, or that idiotic? No, it wasn’t possible. After all, he was a big dreamer, that no one could deny, but he could think realistically, and he did have feelings too. He could hear just as well as anyone else in the room the harsh things whispered into another’s ears.

The separation, uniting, appearing and disappearing of nations as time went by had changed and shaped the world, physically, and emotionally. After all, Prussia couldn’t possibly be that self-absorbed; if he hadn’t had the ability to think of anything outside the surface layer of his skin, he wouldn’t have ever been able to succeed as a country in general. None ever could’ve.

You smiled and shook your head, and stood up, and gradually made your way through the crowd. On your way past, you paused to sit your hand on Canada’s head, to which he gave you a startled look, realising you had done it on purpose. You gave the shy, ignored nation a reassuring smile, and ruffled his hair gently to assure him it would work out, before you continued your way across the room to the door, and buttoned up your coat, ready to brave the harsh weather outside.

Your shoes clicked as you took the cold grey path to your hotel room, and you still couldn’t help but wonder about the people that surrounded you. Every country had their own story to tell, and their own feelings hidden below the surface. You would never know what those were by simply looking at them; but you would gladly be the ear they needed to listen when they needed it.

But you never did notice the many pairs of eyes watching you from the windows as you disappeared around the street corner. The moment you had left the room, the fighting had ceased, and the room was tidied. It was an act they put on for the public eye and newcomers; but, the world knew that the act was not needed, when those (e/c) examined each of them so carefully, but never with unkindness, contempt or repulsion; gentle eyes, eyes that understood what it meant to be one of them.

To finally have someone who understood them, even when no words had to be said, to be accepted for who they were, not who they had been - that, more than anything, was the God-given gift they had been waiting for.
Hetalia x Reader Oneshot: God-Given Gift
I've been thinking a lot. And I mean a lot. We've been doing renovations at home and I'm now living in this flat/unit/bungalow thing in the backyard. And I have no internet out here, so I've been thinking a lot about a great many things, and this idea just occurred to me. And if you're anything like me, if you don't write down an idea, it's gone forever.

Keep being awesome, guys.
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Hey there, people. I figured I should explain why there's so little happening right now. It's been busy for me.

1. I got a new job, and I work quite a bit.
2. I study online, and I have a course to finish.
3. I'm lacking inspiration. A lot of it.
4. I've been sick too, and I'm having some sinus problems.
5. My sister-in-law had a baby this morning.

It doesn't seem like a lot but they are time consuming, and have been taking me away from my hobbies on here, which is unfortunate. I like what I do here, and it's pretty clear other people like what I do. If they didn't I wouldn't be trying so hard. I'm just asking for a little bit of patience.

Thanks, guys. Keep being awesome.
  • Listening to: Lullaby by Daughtry
  • Reading: The Skin Collector by Jeffery Deaver
  • Eating: Toast.
  • Drinking: Tea.

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PrincessAutumnArcher Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2014  Student General Artist
Thank you so much for the gift of the lovely watch, the fave, and your wonderful feedback. I really can't express how happy I am. Thank you once more and I hope you have a day just as fantastic as you are. ^^
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MademoiselleAutumn Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
You deserved it! :) And a whole lot more than what I could give just by myself. XD And thank you very much. I hope you have a truly awesome day. :)
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girafffecupcakes Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2014
Thanks for the watch!
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MademoiselleAutumn Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
No worries! :3
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OfWhatDreamsMayCome Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Always a pleasure reading your stories, madam. :D Keep up the good work. 
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MademoiselleAutumn Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I'm glad you enjoy them. :3 Thank you very much.
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OfWhatDreamsMayCome Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I do! And no problem! :)
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ivyandtwine Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
thanks for the fave :]
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MademoiselleAutumn Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
No problem! It was well deserved. :)
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GueparddeFeu Featured By Owner Jun 5, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hello!

Welcome in my group :iconhetafrance:!=D
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