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The tree's fur is shed
   on autumn's floor
It crunches under my sole:
                 my soul which is fleeing
  Who  am  I?
     I am of the trees
          reaching towards constellations
          consisting of my lost ambitions
 A storm erupted from my raging cognition


I'm struck by my memories
My roots torn out
by the demons of my past
I fall onto a bed of leaves
   

The stars they fade
Slowly I drown into nothing

If there's no one
in the woods to hear me
do I even exist?
Yeah, I disappeared.

Again. 

Over the summer, I was in Peru and at marching band camp and getting my license, so my schedule was tight. 

My junior year of high school also started. It's shockingly easier than last year, though I'm ready to choke my AICE English Lang. teacher out, because she's teaching us a college level course and she knows literally nothing, yet works us hard (like 15 meaningless assignments a week). Ugh, but otherwise, I love my schedule and because of it, I think I'll get into the habit of writing more and more again. Now, I'm going to quit whining. 

I have marching band every day but Mondays and I'm often at football games all of Friday after school. Sunday, I have a job as a nursery manager and it's totally rad, because I got to chill with babies for 15 dollars an hour. YIPPEE. Not to mention, soon enrollment in Mu Alpha Theta and the National Honor Society. EEEK. 

I have been writing and I'm proud to announce I should be done with El Amor Que Perdimos Chapter 4 and Our Song: On Broadway! Chapter 5 sometime early this week. As for the other fics, they have either been started or plotted and will be up in 1-2 weeks. 

READ HERE MUY IMPORTANTE: Despite my cumbersome load of things I'm writing and my crazy schedule, I have two more ideas for reader inserts and I wanted to share them. One, I have the first chapter finished and it's a FranceXReader insert and it's going to be cute, but also socially and ethically shocking. The second I want to write, is a Hetalia, high school reader insert involving the reader being a part of a marching band (it seems marching band season is getting to my head) and just all the drama and fun incorporated with that. I already have all the countries assigned to instrument sections, but I have no idea who the reader should be with. So, if you think a ReaderX______ Marching Band fic. would be good, comment below who you want reader-chan to be shipped with. And, if you want to know the instruments of specific countries, comment below and I'll tell you. 

So yeah, just an update to announce the eventual arrival of two chapters and maybe two stories. :) If you're watching me, I hope you read this and comment below if you want anything. Thank you lovelies.
  • Listening to: \"Chicago Is So Two Years Ago\" - Fall Out Boy
  • Reading: your mind
  • Watching: the ceiling fan spin
  • Playing: THE NEW SUPER SMASH BROS DEMO ON MY 3DS
  • Eating: Hummus and pita chips
  • Drinking: Lemonade
perfume of petrol
       the scent of hazard
           strike her a match
       kindle her coal stone eyes
she tastes of smoke
           from her burnt lungs
she shrieks out
           as she erupts in passion
My Benzene Baby
I write poetry all the time and I liked this one, so just randomly decided to post it. I have stories I'm working on, but I'm part time in high school, part time in college, so it might take a week or more. Just posting something to show I'm still alive.

I don't have much to say, except I feel this can be interpretted as murder or love. 
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“Ludwig?” You call out of the name hastily scribbled on the clear coffee cup.

 

Ludwig had ordered a caramel latte, without whipped cream. Considering his name and drink choices, Ludwig is probably a gay European tourist.

 

“I’m Ludwig,” A rich baritone voice with a hint of an accent replies.

 

You freeze as his blue eyes hit your (E/C) ones, making them widen. Despite that none of the dim scones hang over him, his ice blue eyes seem to be illuminated. They’re an enchanting phosphophyllite gemstone that seems to lure you in. Your mouth feels suddenly quenched as you respond, “Your drink is ready.”

 

You offer it to him and his ivory hand accepts it, his warm fingers brushing against yours.

 

He examines the coffee and his lips crease up. “You’re one of the only baristas who actually remembered not to put whipped cream on my latte!”

 

You chuckle. “It’s just my job sir.”

 

“(F/N), your job is to also serve the other costumers!” Madeline, your associate, lectures. “Come on! You have three orders to whip up pronto!”

 

“Madeline, can I take a break? Like, a ten minute one?” You ask.

 

She sighs. “You may as well take quits today, because you only have seven more minutes anyways.”

 

You embrace the stiff woman. “Thank you!”

 

She shrugs and goes back to creating a perfect whipped cream swirl on someone’s mocha.

 

You quickly whip yourself your own personal special: A Neapolitan Frappuccino. You blend up a Strawberries and Cream Frappuccino and then add around two scoops of vanilla bean powder. You then drizzle one pump of mocha syrup in, stirring it with your finger, which your promptly suck. You decorate the top with a whip cream and chocolate dribble.

 

You take your drink in hand and head towards where Ludwig is seated, his eyes trained on his laptop screen. You wave slightly and he meets eyes with you, a light haze fogging his cheeks.

 

“Hi!” You greet him. “May I sit by you?”

 

He hesitates for a second, but then nods.

 

You seat yourself in the coffee colored leather armchair and pull your dog eared copy of ‘The Complete Claudine’ out of your serving apron and flip to around the center. You aren’t, however, actually reading it. With your face hidden behind the novel, you admire Ludwig’s pale, soft blonde hair and his cold, winter eyes.

 

“Is that a good novel?” He questions when you’re about halfway down the next page.

 

You freeze and flush. “Y-yeah. It’s very interesting and humorous.”

 

He nods. “By the way, I never caught your name….?”

 

“It’s (F/N). (F/N) (L//N).”

 

“Do you go to college in this town?”

You nod.

 

“I’m from Germany. My older brother and I are here for business.” He explains, sipping his coffee.

 

“What kind of business?” You respond curiously.

 

“The private kind.”

 

You frown and go back to your book. Perhaps this five second crush of yours isn’t going to become a reality. What were you thinking anyway? He’s not even from your own state, let alone country!

 

Minutes of silence go by and each one is more overbearing. You want to converse with him, but you feel as if you’ll be a nuisance. However, each time you try to focus on your book, it’s quickly broken and you end up fixating on Ludwig again.

 

Your gaze eventually reaches his computer.

 

Don’t look! He told you it was secret business! That means he doesn’t want you all up in it!

 


But, it’s too late to listen to the voice urging you. Luckily, for you, he’s currently not working on anything secretive though. Instead, he’s on a wikiHow article titled How to Ask a Girl Out.

 

You giggle. You have not a clue why he’s even bothering wasting his time looking it up. You’d agree in a heartbeat no matter what.

 

“You know Ludwig, if you want to ask me on a date, you can just ask.” You state.

 

His ears turn pink. He slowly turns his head to face you, his eyes wide. “Y-you, saw w-w-what I was l-looking at?”

 

“Yup!”

 

“Well, in t-that case, w-would you l-l-like to go on a d-date with me tonight?” He practically whispers. Normally, on a built man like him, stuttering would seem odd, but his timid transformation is almost cute.

 

“Duh!” You laugh and his cheeks flush slowly fades. “Should I give you my number?”

 

He nods and you recite it as he taps it into his iPhone.

 

“What should I wear on said date?”

 

“I want this to be a surprise,” He smiles at you. “But, prepare to be soaked.”

 

You meet eyes with him and he flushes, replying. “Not like that!”

 

You giggle. “I know, I know! But, what time should I be ready than?”

 

“I’ll pick you up around four PM.”

 

“Sounds great!”

 

“So….” He pauses, his eyes meeting yours. “See you later?”

 

You embrace him and he freezes. “Buh bye Ludwig.”

 

Right before he exits the coffee shop, he looks back at you and attempts a measly smile, barely waving at you. You grin and return his gesture jubilantly. For a minute, his eyes flicker an emotion so wondrous, but then he leaves. You collapse in the comfy, coffeehouse chair and scream into your hands.

 

You just got asked on a date by the most gorgeous man in the universe.

 

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Praise the Lord for the internet or you would have never settled on what to wear for your date tonight.

 

Instead of going for an over glitzy, luxurious beach look, you opted for a basic, breezy outfit. With your white simple, string bikini top, you paired a white, flowing maxi skirt that hits your ankles. Hanging loosely on your waist is a milk chocolate, leather belt. You wear love beads on your neck and a braided headband over your messy hair, with matching thong sandals.

 

Your makeup is simple too, with just a light foundation dab, cream blush, waterproof mascara, and lipgloss.  Not only because you don’t want a face of smudged makeup, but also because you didn’t want to seem like you were trying too hard.

 

You rock forward and back in the rocking chair located in front of the window, waiting impatiently for him to arrive. The time is 3:59 PM and you’re just itching for him to pull up.

 

Your roommate’s antiquated grandfather clock chimes four times, indicating the minute has come to its end. On the forth ring, a sleek, black Mercedes Benz rolls up in front of your dorm.  Your eyes are trained on the driver’s door.

 

Sure enough, exits Ludwig with a bouquet of purple roses. You take in his neatly combed back blonde hair, baby blue polo over white shirt and khaki shorts paired with white loafers. You immediately want him to hold you in his strong arms and dance with you, as the sun goes down at the beach tonight.

 

You dash out of your dorm and slide down the stair banister, eager to recreate that mental fantasy into reality. You practically leap out of your front door and embrace him.

 

“H-hi!” He timidly greets you, laying the roses in your hands.

 

“These are lovely.” You hug the flowers to your chest and meekly smile. “Gosh, I hope I’m not assuming that we’re going to the beach, cause that’s what my outfit is going for.”

 

He chuckles. “No. You’re just fine. I do plan the beach. But first, I have another surprise.”

 

Before you can question it, he removes a two-seater tandem bicycle, complete with a basket on the front. “I hope you don’t mind biking. If you do, we can take my car.”

 

You laugh. “Of course not! Let’s go!”

 

He helps you onto the backseat and he takes the front and without warning, starts pedaling. You giggle and press onto the pedals, contributing to speed.

 

The wind sweeps through your hair and adrenaline pumps through your legs. The sun beats down onto your back.  You guys practically almost get hit by every car and almost collide with another bicyclist. It’s probably the most thrilling, exhilarating moment in your life. Soon, the rubber wheels meet sand instead of asphalt and you’re on the beach. Ludwig parks the bike and assists you down, in his arms. Your heart is practically ready to emerge from your chest and smash into him.

 

The waves gently crash in the background and the air is salty.

 

“I really hope you’re not one of those girls who don’t eat on dates.” He mutters, as he removes the basket from the bike and places it onto the sand.

 

He opens it and removes a checkered gingham picnic blanket and lays it flat onto the sand. He sets the basket in the center and seats himself. He looks up at you and pats a spot next to him. You swirl down and seat yourself.

 

He removes two crystal wine glasses and places one in front of you. He removes a bottle of Eden Ridge Chardonnay Mendocino and screws off the cork. He pours it halfway in both glasses.

 

“A toast,” He rises his glass up. “To having a great date.”

 

“Cheers.” You both say, clinking glasses.

 

You both take a sip. The wine is very creamy and buttery, with a touch of vanilla and pear.

 

He then removes half a baguette out of the basket and lays it down. He gently slices it into sections with a knife. He takes a section and tops it with roast beef, brie, and Dijon mustard and then hands it to you.

 

“Try this.”

 

You eat and practically moan with pleasure. The roast beef has a bit of a kick to it and compliments the spicy, sharp flavor of the mustard, and creamy, pungent flavor of the brie.

 

“That’s so good!” You grin.

 

He removes a strawberry and gently feeds it to you. Its sweet flavor explodes in your mouth.

 

“I love picnics, especially on the beach. You get nice scenery and good food.” He states and then looks you in your eyes. “Though, since this is a date….we should probably get to know each other.”

“Okay…so we play 20 Questions: The First Date Edition?” You giggle.

 

He chuckles. “Yeah. Pretty much.”

 

“Okay. I’ll ask the lamest question out there. What’s your favorite color?”

 

“Well, I’d have to say forest green or light blue.”

 

You can see why he likes light blue. His eyes are that and they are the sexiest goddamn eyes on earth and if aliens exist and have eyes, his are the best in the universe.

 

“Those are nice colors. I like light blue too.”

 

Not because of his eyes or anything…actually, completely cause of his eyes. It’s your new favorite color.

 

“What are you at college for?” He wonders.


 “I’m actually getting a political science major, with a minor in history.” You share. “I want to do something governmental.”

 

“Oh, I work for the German government.” He grins.

 

“Oh yeah?” Your eyes lighten up. “What do you do?”

 

“I guess you can say I cover many aspects of what goes on in Germany. It’s kind of a secretive career…not many people know about it.”

 

“Sounds important.” You laugh. “You must be here for your job then.”

 

He nods. “You’re correct.”

 

“What else do you like to do? Besides work?”

 

“I like to walk my dogs, read, bake, and clean.” He answers.

 

“You have dogs then. How many?”

 

“Three dogs. I love dogs.”

 

“What kind of books do you read?”

 

His face flushes a bit. “Well, many kinds. Mostly fiction and some advice books.”

 

“Books are always nice. It’s like stepping into someone else’s shoes and experiencing their life.”

 

His eyes brighten. “Intelligent point. They are a wonderful way to escape.”

 

He eats a grape, an action you admire. His lips look so smooth. You wonder if they are how they look.

 

“I always used to read books to escape my life. It used to be so boring,” You sip your wine. “But, now I’m here with you. And though we barely know each other, you’re still making my life more interesting. Almost like a book.”

 

He flushes. “I’m sure more interesting men have asked you out.”

 

You shake your head. “Most college boys are all about hookups and wild partying. I’ve been mostly focused on my college, so I’ve never had time for those kinds of boys. But, I’m happy to spend time with put-together men like you Ludwig.”

 

His cheeks grow redder. “To be honest, I’ve never really dated. I’m hardworking, just as you are, so I don’t tend to have time at hand. When I am interested in someone, I’m too timid to ask them out. Probably the only reason I’m here with you is because of how nosey you are.”

 

You smirk. “We all have our flaws Ludwig.”

 

“Luckily, in that case, your nosey-ness was no flaw. Look at where we are now. But, just be careful when you use it otherwise.” His eyes flicker. “You might run into some trouble later on.”

 

“I like to call in curiosity.”

 

“Well, I think you’re nosey.” He flicks your cheek. “But, I’ll look past that, because I’ll take any intelligent girl that’ll actually say yes to a date with me.”

 

Your mouth gapes open. “You’re crazy. I’m pretty sure that any girl with a brain would leap on that opportunity.”

 

He shakes his head. “I don’t agree. I’m very pessimistic and not very romantic.”

 

“But, at least you’re not nosey, right?”

 

He laughs, brushing the hair out of your eyes. “But, you are funny.”

 

You finish your wine and nudge his leg with your sandaled foot. “Let’s do something dumb. Like, build a sandman. Or, bury each other. Or swim.”

 

“Let’s swim, because we’re mature adults and no longer five year olds.” He bumps you. “Or, at least I am a mature adult.”

 

“Boo, you whore!” You push him. “You’re no fun!”

 

“We all have our flaws (F/N).” He responds.

 

“You just want to see me in my bikini!”

 

He flushes. “T-that is not the c-case.”

 

“Then let’s have some fun! I can bury you and then run off and leave you there helplessly”

 

“If you’re looking for an idiot that’s actually willing, there’s always my friend Feliciano.”

 

“Oh, I might just ditch you for him!”

 

“Wait, really?” He blinks, looking upset.

 

“Psh no! You’re so gullible!” You stick your tongue out at him.

 

“At least I’m not nosey.”

 

“IS THAT OUR OKAY?”

 

“Our okay? What do you mean?”

 

“You know, like ‘A Fault in Our Stars’. The book?”

 

“Never read it, but I have heard of it. I’m sorry, but grown men like me don’t read teenage novels.”

 

“It’s a young adult book and it’s fantastic!”

 

“We all have our opinions.”

 

You shove him forward. “Let’s just swim. I’m done with your negativity.”

 

“Better get used to it. We all have our flaws.”

 

You roll your eyes and slip out of your skirt and sandals.

 

Ludwig’s eyes scale your body.

 

“Hey! You take your clothes off too! I wanna stare at your boobs too!”

 

His face goes bright red, but he doesn’t refuse and he starts unbuttoning his shirt. He slides it off his shoulders. His chest is perfectly built. Holy fuck. You bet his muscles have muscles on them. You can practically feel your woman boner poking out.

 

“Nice tits Ludwig.” You mutter.

 

He shakes his head, sighing. You’re almost worse than Feliciano.”

 

“Considering he’s your friend, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

 

He slides his pants off to reveal electric blue swim shorts. His hip bones are popping and his calves are nicely built. It seems he doesn’t skip legs when he works out.

 

You tap his shoulder and then dash off, towards the water. “Race you!”

 

Bad idea. Considering he works out and he doesn’t skip legs…

 

He jolts forward, lifting you up into his arm as he runs. You both fall into the blue, temperate waters, now laughing. He’s holding your waist and facing you, his chest pressed against yours.

 

He flushes when he realizes he’s in that position and pulls away. “S-sorry.”

 

“But Ludwig! I liked having your boobs against me. Very firm.”

 

“Stop…saying I have boobs.”

 

“I’m just teasing you.” You ruffle his soaked hair. “Can’t take a joke.”

 

“I can so take jokes!” He states defensively. “Just not when a girl says I have breasts!”

 

You snort. “But Ludwig, everyone has breasts.”

 

He pauses. “That is true. But, female tend not to obsess themselves with male breasts.”

 

“It’s not a flaw, it’s a fetish.” You tease.

 

“I know better. You’re teasing me.”

 

“No, but being serious, you do have a nice chest. Like, it’s obvious you work out.”

 

His face is red. “Ha ha. You. Serious.”

 

“I can be serious when I want to.”

 

“Prove it. Tell me something serious.”

 

“Well, this is the best date I’ve been on, and I never want it to end. You’re so sweet and intelligent and proper and you are nice to the eyes.” You heart is pounding and if your hand weren’t already wet, they’d be sweaty. Your voice and body is shaking.

 

“Wait, seriously speaking?”

 

“You did tell me to be serious Ludwig.”

 

He blushes for the millionth time. “You can’t be serious.”

 

“LUDWIG YOU TOLD ME TO BE SERIOUS AND I WAS! O-M-F-G, YOU’RE MAKING THIS SO DIFFICULT!” You splash him.

 

He raises his eyebrow. “Is this a challenge?”

 

Come. At. Bro.

 

He splashes you, but splash is a pitiful word to explain it. Magikarps splash. Gyrados use surf and he sure as hell used surf on you.

 

Eventually, you realize that he unfairly has advantage when it comes to splashing, so you grab his arms and attempt to stop him.

 

“Ludwig stop. I’m soaked.”

 

“I did warn you that you were going to be soaked.”

 

You lightly punch his stomach. “Stooooooooooop.”

 

He hoists you up, throwing you over his shoulder. “There. Now that you’re all the way up there, nothing can hurt you.”

 

“Uh, the only thing attacking me was you Ludwig. Like, the sharks and eels and stingrays and piranhas and sea urchins were all being bae and you were being a butt nugget.”

 

He drops you off his shoulder and you fall into the water. You rise back up to the surface in time to hear him say, “Suit yourself.”

 

He begins to head deeper in the water, walking away from you.

 

“NO DON’T GO!” You run forward and wrap your arms around his waist. Then you realize you’re toes aren’t touching the bottom and you’re floating, gripping his waist.

 

He turns and takes you into his arms. “You’re short.”

 

Your face goes warm and you cuddle closer to his chest. “At least I’m not all big and awkward like you.”

 

“At least I’m not nosey.”

 

“At least I’m not gullible.”

 

“At least I’m not b-beautiful, humorous, and smart.” He stutters.

 

You look up at him. His cheeks are red and eyes quickly avert away.

 

“Oh but you are Ludwig.” You wrap your arms around his neck. “You know what nosey people, like me, like to do?”

 

“What?”

 

“Wonder why you still haven’t kissed me yet.”

 

His face is its second favorite color to be, which is red. He leans down and lightly pecks your lip.

 

Your eyes both meet and your noses brush.

 

He lifts you up by your waist and kisses you again. Your lip clamp onto his and soon, his tongue enters your mouth. He tastes like wine and spices. Your tongues dance together, a dance appreciating this unfamiliar feeling of attraction.

 

He pulls away and gently brushes the hair out of your face. “You’re perfect.”

 

“No. We all have our flaws.”

 

Still holding your waist, he turns you towards the sunset. “I’m not sure that sunset has its flaws.”

 

“Oh it does. It’s never there long enough. A recluse who rarely leaves their home.”

 

He looks down at you. “Hey (F/N)?”

 

“Yeah Ludwig?”

 

“Will we be able to do this again? Like, another date?”

 

“No.” You remark, but then quickly grin to show your sarcasm.

 

“Wait really?” His eyes are instantly terror struck.

 

You reach up and squeeze his nose. “Of course I will gullible. We may all have our flaws, but I’m willing to deal with yours, because I’m attracted to you and curious about you.”

 

“Sure you’re not just nosey?”

 

You look up at him and lightly kiss his lips. “You know me too well.”

 

“Funny thing, we just met today.”

 

“Well, it certainly doesn’t feel that way.”

 

He pauses. “I have an idea. Let’s go on a date every day before I go back to Germany.”

 

“I like that. I think we have ourselves a deal Gully.”

 

“I think we do Nosey.”

Dayglo Reflection I (ReaderXGermany)
Yippee! Pretty much three months of nothing and I finally get something up :') I had writer's block in the worst of ways and I WAS IN PERU WHICH WAS TOTALLY AWESOME BY THE WAY <3 Alpacas are both adorable and tasty. Don't ever eat guinea pig though. Blech. May be cute, but taste awful.

Considering I'm not doing 'Build God, Then We'll Talk' anymore, I needed something to replace it and earlier on, I asked ya'll (via journal). Someone suggested I write something where Germany is country, I thought that was a good idea, and now, here it is. 

Yes ladies (and maybe gentlemen): GERMANY IS A COUNTRY.

This description thing is so difficult at 2:!1 AM. ;~; 
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So, I really hope you guys like this. I'm obviously not a bestselling author, but I put a bunch of effort in my writing. Our Song: On Broadway!. You Know I'm No Good, I'm In Here, and El Amor Que Perdimos should all be up soon!

If you liked this: add it to your favorites, be nosey, use splash on Germany, send me a llama, add me to your deviantWATCH, don't eat guinea pig, do eat brie cheese/roast beef/ Dijon mustard on a baguette, and COMMENT BECAUSE YOU WILL MAKE MY DAY AND I WILL HUG YOU AND LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

AND A BONUS! IF YOU SPEND TEN DEUTSCHMARKS ON A HUG FROM ME, I'LL INCLUDE A HUG FROM GERMANY....FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! AND, IF YOU COMMENT NOW, I'LL EVEN THROW IN THE AWESOME PRUSSIA TWERKING ON YOUR FACE!!!!

Oh, before I ditch this lame description, I got my Sims 3 working again and I'm redoing my Hetalia Sims AND adding more, so expect that soon. 

Bye lovelies!!! Expect Prussia's booty on your face soon.

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Yeah, I disappeared.

Again. 

Over the summer, I was in Peru and at marching band camp and getting my license, so my schedule was tight. 

My junior year of high school also started. It's shockingly easier than last year, though I'm ready to choke my AICE English Lang. teacher out, because she's teaching us a college level course and she knows literally nothing, yet works us hard (like 15 meaningless assignments a week). Ugh, but otherwise, I love my schedule and because of it, I think I'll get into the habit of writing more and more again. Now, I'm going to quit whining. 

I have marching band every day but Mondays and I'm often at football games all of Friday after school. Sunday, I have a job as a nursery manager and it's totally rad, because I got to chill with babies for 15 dollars an hour. YIPPEE. Not to mention, soon enrollment in Mu Alpha Theta and the National Honor Society. EEEK. 

I have been writing and I'm proud to announce I should be done with El Amor Que Perdimos Chapter 4 and Our Song: On Broadway! Chapter 5 sometime early this week. As for the other fics, they have either been started or plotted and will be up in 1-2 weeks. 

READ HERE MUY IMPORTANTE: Despite my cumbersome load of things I'm writing and my crazy schedule, I have two more ideas for reader inserts and I wanted to share them. One, I have the first chapter finished and it's a FranceXReader insert and it's going to be cute, but also socially and ethically shocking. The second I want to write, is a Hetalia, high school reader insert involving the reader being a part of a marching band (it seems marching band season is getting to my head) and just all the drama and fun incorporated with that. I already have all the countries assigned to instrument sections, but I have no idea who the reader should be with. So, if you think a ReaderX______ Marching Band fic. would be good, comment below who you want reader-chan to be shipped with. And, if you want to know the instruments of specific countries, comment below and I'll tell you. 

So yeah, just an update to announce the eventual arrival of two chapters and maybe two stories. :) If you're watching me, I hope you read this and comment below if you want anything. Thank you lovelies.
  • Listening to: \"Chicago Is So Two Years Ago\" - Fall Out Boy
  • Reading: your mind
  • Watching: the ceiling fan spin
  • Playing: THE NEW SUPER SMASH BROS DEMO ON MY 3DS
  • Eating: Hummus and pita chips
  • Drinking: Lemonade

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iLuvTobiUchiha Featured By Owner Mar 29, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
*poke* you still alive love?
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frostedsopi Featured By Owner Mar 29, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Awww! Barely! I just have the worst writer's block bae~ Thank you for asking
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iLuvTobiUchiha Featured By Owner Mar 29, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
Oh okay. Got me a little worried there ^_^
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LeDaLe14 Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I posted your petition on my fanart piece description here ledale14.deviantart.com/art/A-….  And thank you for the fave :love:!!
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frostedsopi Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
:iconllamaglomp: no, tank you c;
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N-H-Art Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Just wondering...
I did this "random fanfic generator" thing. and this came out: "A slice of life, action Cross-dressing!Pirate!France x 2P!Zombie!Netherlands x Alien!Feline monster!Reader that takes place on a hot day involving a tomato."
IF I were to commission that, how much would it cost? Or if you don't want to write something like this I would totally understand. xD
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frostedsopi Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Dude, that sounds like a hot mess! That sounds like fun! Except, I wouldn't be able to do the Netherlands 2P, because I still have yet to understand 2P....but, I would do the commission if you could give more details..:)

As for price, what's your offer?
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N-H-Art Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Sorry about that xD
I'll ask someone else then. I only have 20 points right now, and I think that's a bit too little. (Hell, I wouldn't even commish a sketch for that!)
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bandgeek4evur Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
thank you for joining House-of-Hetalia
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frostedsopi Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you :D
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