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 Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 4:22 pm
Please don't kill me.
Title: Diary of An Arrogant Idiot
Pairing/Characters: Prussia/Hungary, mentions of Austria
Length: Oneshot
Status: Complete
Rated: T for language
Title: Welcome to the Black Parade
Pairing/Characters: Everyone
Length: Song fic
Status: Incomplete
Rated: T for language
Title: Ethnic-Mixing
Pairing/Characters: A lot/Everyone
Length: Collection of drabbles
Status: I Dunno
Rated: T for themes and language
Title: Just Dance
Pairing/Characters: RusBela, LietBela, ?Bela/Russia, Lithuania, Belarus, ?
Status: Done
Length: Commisioned one-shot
Rated: T for themes
Title: Acessories
Pairing/Characters: LietPol, one-sided LietBela
Length biggrin rabble
Status biggrin ONE
Rated: K+ for mankiss smoochsmooch
Title: A Mysterious White Knight
Pairing/Characters: Pru/Hun, Turkey, Poland, Greece, Austria
Status: 1/?
Length: Multi-chapter
Rated: T for violence and suggested "things"
Title: Ni-hao
Pairing/Characters: Rochu
Status: Done
Length: Oneshot
Rated: T for Longer man-smooches.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 12:25 pm
Diary of An Arrogant Idiot
Hungary crept through the house, duster in hand. As much as she disliked cleaning Prussia's house for him, it was Germany that had asked, and she wouldn't refuse a sweet boy like Ludwig. They lived together, so she could just think of it as his house.
"Um, Hungary...you think you could do me a favor?" Turning to face the German, she inquired, "Well, what is it?" She had to be suspicious of doing favors for anyone..."Vell, my brother and I are going out of town and ve vere vondering...Could you clean for us? I'll pay you..." She grinned, in relief. Nodding, she accepted.
She stiffened as she came to the last room. In large, messy handwriting was scrawled, "Prussia-I'm awesome!" She rolled her eyes at the large-ego induced message. Gingerly, she pushed open the door, and gazed in slight horror. Dirty laundry was strewn throughout the room, abandoned. Dirt had been obviously tracked in, with the offending boots on his bed. Innapropriate magazines had been left open, for the world to see. A-and was that bird poop?! "PRUSSIAAA!!!"
Two hours later, a very peeved Hungarian was sitting on the floor. No wonder Germany had paid her so much. She leaned against an inconspicious wall, covered by posters of the Scorpions. Suddenly, the wall swung open. Hungary fell over with a great Whump! She staggered up and steadied herself. She gasped as she looked upon a great room filled with rows and rows of shelves filled with books. She stepped lightly into the room, expecting something to happen. When nothing did, she briskly walked over to a shelf and picked out a random one of the leather books. She gazed on the open book.
September 22, 1928
Dear Diary,
I am so awesome! I mean man, I'm an albino German! Seriously, how much cooler can a guy get? Certainly cooler than a stupid Austrian. He is such a big pansy. Today I tripped him, put honey all over his piano, AND, get this, I interrupted him in one of his big concerts. I was doing the audience a favor. It was soooo boring. Then Hungary had come and spoil it all with her hard frying pan. She is such a-
She snapped the diary shut. What did she think was in there? He was a stupid, egotistic, Jerk through and through.
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"You did WHAT?" Gilbert was almost shrieking. "I let Miss Hungary clean the house-" Germany was cut off as his brother dashed away, leaving him thouroughly confused.
Prussia skidded into his room and blanched momentarily as he saw the clean room. Shaking it off, he pushed open the secret door and picked up the diary on the floor. He sighed with great relief as he saw the page it was open to. She had been fooled by the entry he put to make sure no one would want to read it. Turning the page, he read the next part.
Why does Hungary like that damn aristocrat so much? Sure, maybe I'm rude sometimes, but I never give her the cold shoulder, or choose music over spending time with her. He doesn't deserve such a pretty woman. Sometimes, I think it would be better for everyone if he would just go die in a hole. Cause then the girl I love wouldn't be wasting her time on him.
Prussia smiled to himself as he closed the diary. Life was fine the way it was.She would never notice his love for her. Just like he didn't notice the tears running down his face.
(Ooc=what do you think? too ooc?)
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 9:31 am
When I was a young boy ,
The small children looked up at their grandfather. "Grandpa Rome, do we have to go?" He smiled and nodded. "This is special, you'll see."
My father took me into the city
France and Spain gasped as the peered into the streets. The two Italies were too small to see, and their grandfather lifted them up.
To see a marching band.
There were performers everywhere. Instruments blared and brightly colored objects flew through the air.
He said, "Son, When you grow up,
He lookeed to his grandchildren. Softly he said, "When you're older, please do me a favor." The nations-to-be tore their attention from the parade.
Would you be the saviour of the broken, The beaten and the damned?"
"Make sure you always see that there is justice."
He said
"Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non believers, The plans that they have made?
"If anyone ever does something you know is wrong, you take them down."
Because one day I'll leave you, a phantom to lead you in the summer,To join the black parade."
"I won't always be here to make sure eveything is all right."
When I was a young boy,
The fall of Rome.
Germania thrust the blade into Rome's chest with steely eyes. Feliciano couldn't do anything but cry.
My father, took me into the city
The 100 Years War.
England and France, barely standing, still clawed at each other's throats.
To see a marching band
The Spanish Inquisition
Spain laughed with a cruel smile, soaking in the screams of the tortured.
He said, "Son, when you grow up,
The Revolutionary War
Alfred pointed his rifle. "Acknowledge it!"
Will you be the saviour of the broken,
The albino stared at the sky. "I think I don't exist anymore."
The beaten
China felt the scar on his back and wept. They were all gone.
and the damned?"
Germany sobbed into the cloth decorated with the cloth decorated with the hated symbol.
(ooc=Will finish later.)
Sometimes I get the feeling, she's watching over me
And other times I feel like I should go
And through it all, the rise and fall
The bodies in the streets
And when you're gone we want you all to know
We'll carry on, We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And in my heart I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it
A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black and take it back
Let's shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end we hear the call
To carry on
We'll carry on,
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though your broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches
On and on we carry through the fears
Oh oh oh
Disappointed faces of your peers
Oh oh oh
Take a look at me 'cause I could not care at all
Do or die
You'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Go and try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we want to play this part
I won't explain, or say I'm sorry
I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar
Give a cheer, for all the broken
Listen here, because it's who we are
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero
Just a boy, who had to sing this song
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero
I
Don't
Care
We'll Carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on
Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world, will never take my heart
Go and try, you'll never break me
We want it all, (we'll carry on)we wanna play this part
Do or die, (we'll carry on)you'll never make me
Because the world, (we'll carry on)will never take my heart
Go and try, (we'll carry on)you'll never break me
We want it all, (we'll carry on)we wanna play this par
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 3:59 pm
 J U S T D A N C EBelarus scanned the club. She knew that her brother was here. Rave music pounded, and lights flashed. Natalia resisted the urge to utterly destroy the bothersome equipment. But no, that would alert her brother.
There! She spotted him. Wrinkling her nose, she also saw he was talking to a very, very frightened Lithuania. She crept up behind the Russian. Pulling up her dress to reveal a toned thigh, she picked out a dagger and slipped it out of its sheath. Raising the knife to her brother's throat, she whispered in a frightening voice,
"Brother, let's get married."
No stranger could've guessed that such a frightening voice could come from such soft, dainty lips. First, Ivan tensed, then he relaxed. She frowned. That had never happened before. Could it be...?
"Alright."
With eyes widened, she gasped. Lithuania looked crushed. He was finally ready to marry her! Her mouth opened to start telling wedding preperations, but he held up a finger to her mouth.
"But first, I want to see you dance."
Belarus gawked, dumbfounded. Quickly, she shook it off. Anything for her brother!
She jumped right in. Her hips swayed in time to the rhythm. Sexily, she wiggled her body. Her head was spinning. She thrust her hips out. The elaborate lace on her dress slipped off. Suddenly she felt over heated. Wildly, she tore off the dress to, until the only thing covering her was a body-clinging black shirt and pants. It was almost like nudity.
Suddenly, someone-she didn't know who- grabbed her roughly. The fellow dancer smashed their mouth against hers, and their hands traveled all over her body. She didn't care. She was so sucked in by the music, that she didn't care if it was Russia, Lithuania or even a girl. She just danced.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 11:16 am
 a xXxMYSTERIOUS White KnightxXx Hungary was exhausted. The peasants were angry. Always angry. They had gotten rich off of cattle. Like all of humanity, when they had that power, they wanted something more. Like their freedom. They had almost got it too. But, seeing the common enemy, nobles from all across gathered, and crushed them. But had it hurt. The death of the peasants and royalty alike had left wounds tainting most of her body. Now frightened, some had begun to brand their serfs. Snorting, Elizaveta knew that would do squat for them. xxxxin the distance, a horn blew. Narrowing her eyes, Hungary thought, what was that? The peasants couldn't be at it again already. The ground rumbled. Eyes widening, she came to a horrible realization. There was a horse coming. She was dealing with another nation, not another civil war. Quickly, Hungary flashed the sword out of her belt, and stood at the ready. As the approaching army peaked over the top of the hill, Hungary staggered back in horror at the face of the enemy. Or, should one say, the hidden face. Turkey was coming. She stood firmly in front of the charging beast. It reared before her, but she refused to scream or show any fear at all. Coughing from the dust kicked up by the creature, she glanced fearfully at the Turk, who was now leaving his saddle. Planting his feet firmly in front of her, he whispered, "Now, little tulip, we can do this the hard way or the easy way. Which do you prefer, hm?" In response, she struggled to lift her sword. Her mutinous right shoulder gave out from the wounds. Turkey snarled, and kicked her over. She easily toppled over on to the ground. Hungary glared at him, cursing the "gifts" from the peasants. xxxSuddenly she heard a childish yell. "I'll die before I let you take Hungary!" Drifting in and out of conciousness, Elizaveta only got a glimpse of her savior. Mostly, she was blinded by a reflection of light. There was some white, but that was all she could see. But, alas, this boy too was defeated, for she felt two rough, hairy hands pick her up. She did not like the way they were touching her.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 12:38 pm
Acessories Like Totally.Sometimes, even the nicest of people could be totally misguided in their niceyness. And, according to Poland, this was, like totally one of those times. He was taking Belarus of all people to a dance. And was asking Feliks for advice on what to wear. It was the part about Belarus he was misguided on; not the advice part. 'Cause, Poland totally knew about that stuff. "S-so Poland, do you think I should where the blue tie and white rose, or red tie and red rose?" Lithuania held up each tie and corresponding flower as he named them. They were in his room, and he looked excited. For reasons Feliks could not comprehend, he was totally, like, head over heels for the bee-yotchy beauty. And the blonde was reeeeal tired of just watching his friend get hurt cause of it. "Li et." Toris barely registered his friend's whiny tone. "Uh-huh?" He didn't see the blonde approach him either; not until he pulled his facer closer to his own anyway. With a seductive smile on his face, Poland finally shared his opinion. "I think," he barely whispered, "That the only acessory you need is me on your arm." With that, he pulled Lithuania into a deep kiss. After pulling away to breathe, the Poland poked the taller of the two on the nose. The only thing the latter could do was nod dumbly. "Oh, and by the way, you should of worn the red tie with the white rose." "Really?" "Of course."
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 6:29 am
Ni-hao
"Now, say it with me. Ni-hao."
"Niow?"
China sighed and grumbled something about Russians, children, and rude words before looking back at the Slavic nation. His eyes were alight with some kind of excitement. Whether he truly wanted to learn Chinese or was just being creepy, China did not know.
A few weeks earlier, their countries had announced an even closer alliance. The Asian nation loved alliances; friends, someone to fall back on, someone to talk to, all that stuff.
But not with Russia.
And now, he was intent on learing the other's language. Something about being able to talk in private or something about America or something China just didn't care about/
"Why can't you just say Ni-hao?" He slumped a bit, and scowled at Russia.
Without another word, Ivan suddenly stuck his tongue into the grumpy Asian's mouth. Gripping China's shoulders, he used his tongue to excavate the new mouth he just discovered. After giving his tongue a rub down, and cleaning the pearly whites, he pulled away. China panted and stared at him in suprise.
"Ni-hao, China's tongue."
"Aru?"
Russia just pulled him into another kiss and brought him down onto the floor in response.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 12:17 pm
One brisk winter morning, South Korea stepped outside. Spotting a couple french-kissing, he said, "French-Kissing was invented in-"
He was interrupted by 11 feet of snow falling on him.
"France!" Francis said, finishing the sentence.
[Orz. I read that SK got 11 feet of snow. I'm not going to put this in the archives; it's just really a omake.]
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 5:41 pm
Stupid meme;;
Name twelve of your favorite Hetalia characters in any order.
1. Hungary
2. Prussia
3. Turkey
4. Greece
5. Spain
6. England
7. Germany
8. N. Italy
9. Lichtenstein
10. America
11. Denmark
12. Russia
1. Have you read a five/ten fic before?
No.
2. Do you think three is hot? How hot?
OHGODYES. Turkey is hot.
3. What would happen if six got one pregnant?
England getting Hungary pregnant? Prussia would be sad...Austria would be like "Oh, well."
4. Do you recall any good fics about nine?
Yes.
5. Would seven and two make a good couple?
I've seen Germancest plenty...it would work out quite nicely. But I still think it's platonic.
6. Four/eight or four/nine?
Greece/Feli or Greece/Lich? 1st one. Napper duo.
7. What would happen if seven discovered three and eight in a secret relationship?
Germany would be sad about Italy with Turkey...[Wait...don't the Ita and Turk hate each other?]
8. Make a summary of at least twenty words for a two/six fic.
Prussia/England.
Prussia stared into the eyes of the Englishman. He had an idea. An awesome one, just like him. England represented the UK AND England. That just wasn't fair. He should let someone else have that UK title. Namely, Prussia. And he knew exactly how he was going to get it. "Hey, England." The snooty 'Gentlemen' frowned at him. "I think, you and your siblings are going to become one with me," the albino announced. Arthur simply laughed at him. "And how exactly do you plan on doing that?" Gilbert smirked. "Just like this." With that comment, he tackled England to the grond. Rapidly, he began to tear off his clothes. Arthur took on a look of horror. Prussia silenced any words he might have said by sticking his ruby tongue in his mouth. Biting the newly found tongue, he squeezed the Britishman. Moaning into his mouth, England simply gave in...
9. Is there such a thing as a four/ten romantic fluff story?
Greece/America? Perhaps...
10. Suggest a title for a one/five Hurt/Comfort fic.
Hungary/Spain?
'' The suckageness of the Habsburg title and unrequited love ''
11. What kind of plot would you use for a three/eleven fic?
Turkey/Denmark...Hotness.
12. Does anyone on your friends list read number seven het? What about nine slash?
Germany het? Liech slash? No way.
13. If you wrote a songfic about number nine, what song would you choose?
"the show"
14. If you wrote a two/three/six fic, what would the warning be?
PrussiaxTurkeyxEngland? Massive sexytimes ahead.
15. What pick-up line might eight use on five?
N. Italy to Spain? I'm even better than my brother in bed.
16. Challenge: Write a drabblefic for ten/eight.
America/N.Italy
America and Italy were having a showdown. They had been arguing over who was the faster eater, and the time had come. They each sat down at the table, with a plate of pasta in front of them. Forks and knives and the ready, they began. Slurping and all sorts of rude noises erupted. America took in another bunch of noodles, slurping hard, and found himself mouth-to-mouth with his opponent. Both stared, shocked at the other for a moment. Then, shrugging, America continued to slurp the noodles. And Italy's tongue.
17. What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve having sex?
Again Germany? Walking in on Prussia and Russia, he would try to rescue his brother. But just be pulled into a threesome.
18. What kind of plot would you use if you wanted Four to de-flower One?
Greece trying to comfort Hungary in Ottoman household, but just ending up having sex. Right before Turkey comes in and does them hard.
19. Does anyone on your friends list read Seven slash?
Germany slash? You betcha.
20. Does anyone on your friends list read Three het?
Turkey het? Nope.
21. Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Eleven?
Heck yes.
22. Would you write Two/Four/Five?
Prussia/Greece/Spain
23. What might Ten scream at a moment of great passion?
America: HAAAAAAAAAMBUUUUURGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERS!
24. When was the last time you read a fic about Five?
Sometime.
25. What is Six's super-secret kink?
Tea?
26) Would Eleven shag Nine? Drunk or sober?
Denmark and Liechtenstein? Drunk, he would, in VIKINMOAD.
27. If Three and Seven get together, who tops?
Turkey and Germany? Uh....Turkey? He kinda tops everyone.
28. "One and Nine are in a happy relationship until Nine suddenly runs off with Four. One, broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Eleven and a brief unhappy affair with Twelve, then follows the wise advice of Five and finds true love with Two." What title would you give this fic?
Hungary in relationship with Liechtenstein, until Liech runs off with Greece, and then Hungary has one-night stand with Denmark, and unhappy affair with Russia, and then by the advice of Spain, has relationship with Prussia? WTF? [I kinda like the ending though...]
The only Hetalia fic with absolutely no yaoi, and yuri to boot.
29. How would you feel if Seven/Eight was canon?
Germany/N.Italy? It already is...
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 3:36 pm
[Present for Grouchy Anna]
Melodrama. Theo.
Two words that went together like PB & J. Tea and scones. Macaroni and cheese.
"C'mon Theo...it's not that bad."
"Yes. Yes it is, actually."
Beowulf had bought Greece a necklace. A very fine neclace. The chain was one of 24 karat gold, rolled in crushed diamond to give it an extra sheen. Hanging from the mentioned chain was droplet-shaped appendages of mixed pearl, diamond, emerald, ruby, and sapphire encased in platinum. It had ivory from the horn of a reclusive and rare whale, mother-of-pearl, and a piece of meteorite dotting the chain to boot. It was the most expensive piece of jewel-no, it was the most expensive item on the planet. But Theo was sticking his nost up at it. For one simple reason.
The maker of this necklace preferred dogs over cats.
"Why did you think I would like a piece of filth from such a stupid person?"
"I-I got the idea from an episode of Star Trek. You know, What Would Captain Kirk Do?"
Theo slapped him outright.
[I have a feeling I screwed up the characterization of this terribly....I'm sorry if Beo doesn't actually like Star Trek. But I hope it makes you feel better, Anna. :'D]
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