YOU'S TROLLIN' [3/?]
anonymous
March 19 2010, 16:18:00 UTC
Japan took a deep breath. “Himaruya-san found out about us by accident. In the early nineties, 1989 and 1990 particularly, I…I wasn’t feeling particularly well. The place where I was living was nearby his and he noticed I was in distress. He was only a small boy at the time…but he came over to inquire after me, and he didn’t understand why someone as young as I looked could be as ill as I was…and so I told him about me. I didn’t think he would take me seriously; he was a child, and I expected him to consider it a make-believe story, but…apparently not. And so he grew up, became a web-comic artist, and created Hetalia.” “And you never mentioned this why?” half the crowd said in unison. “I…did not think you would find it of particular interest,” lied Japan. “Bullshit,” said South Korea. He held up print-outs of comics. “This is what you think of me? Seriously? I look like an idiot!” “I - no, I don’t think you’re like that at all and you clearly don’t have an ahoge - it’s fictional!” Japan protested. “Fictional my ass,” South Korea muttered. “Would you please tell this Hima-person that I am not sex crazy? I mean, it is quite nice on occasion, and I think these fan comics involving Arthur are quite amusing, but really-” France started. “They are NOT amusing!” interrupted England. “And what is all this nonsense with me and - and my - my - ward, son, person - incest is vulgar!” “That is not Himaruya-san’s doing; that is the work of the fandom,” explained Japan. “The fandom…,” the rest of the room murmured as one. “That’s who we’ve got to punish!” “Okay, I can take a fictional work about us, but why the hell do they…set me up with him?” “I think it’s called ‘shipping’….” “Anyone wanting to organize a war on the fandom, call me!” “Call me too! Or email, whatever.” “We haven’t any time to waste!” “Let’s go!” Soon, the room was nearly empty, leaving a rather frazzled Japan on the stage with America and Canada. “I don’t really see what the problem is,” said Canada, shrugging. “Self-effacing humor is fine by me.” “You’re so frickin’ Canadian sometimes, y’know that?” America said. (Canada rolled his eyes and whispered something that sounded suspiciously like, “No shit, Sherlock.”) “But I agree. It’s not like they’re really hurting anything. Okay, me and England - that shit’s creepy, but whatever. Wanna grab a beer?” “Sure. Catch the hockey game on TV later?” suggested Canada. “Sounds good. You in, Japan?” America asked. “Thank you for the invitation, but I think I should speak with Himaruya-san,” said Japan. America shrugged and put an arm on Canada’s shoulders. “See you next time, then!” “Bye!” called Canada. As soon as they were out of sight, Japan sighed and said another silent prayer for the fandom. Angry Nations were a force to reckon with.
“And you never mentioned this why?” half the crowd said in unison.
“I…did not think you would find it of particular interest,” lied Japan.
“Bullshit,” said South Korea. He held up print-outs of comics. “This is what you think of me? Seriously? I look like an idiot!”
“I - no, I don’t think you’re like that at all and you clearly don’t have an ahoge - it’s fictional!” Japan protested.
“Fictional my ass,” South Korea muttered.
“Would you please tell this Hima-person that I am not sex crazy? I mean, it is quite nice on occasion, and I think these fan comics involving Arthur are quite amusing, but really-” France started.
“They are NOT amusing!” interrupted England. “And what is all this nonsense with me and - and my - my - ward, son, person - incest is vulgar!”
“That is not Himaruya-san’s doing; that is the work of the fandom,” explained Japan.
“The fandom…,” the rest of the room murmured as one.
“That’s who we’ve got to punish!”
“Okay, I can take a fictional work about us, but why the hell do they…set me up with him?”
“I think it’s called ‘shipping’….”
“Anyone wanting to organize a war on the fandom, call me!”
“Call me too! Or email, whatever.”
“We haven’t any time to waste!”
“Let’s go!”
Soon, the room was nearly empty, leaving a rather frazzled Japan on the stage with America and Canada.
“I don’t really see what the problem is,” said Canada, shrugging. “Self-effacing humor is fine by me.”
“You’re so frickin’ Canadian sometimes, y’know that?” America said. (Canada rolled his eyes and whispered something that sounded suspiciously like, “No shit, Sherlock.”) “But I agree. It’s not like they’re really hurting anything. Okay, me and England - that shit’s creepy, but whatever. Wanna grab a beer?”
“Sure. Catch the hockey game on TV later?” suggested Canada.
“Sounds good. You in, Japan?” America asked.
“Thank you for the invitation, but I think I should speak with Himaruya-san,” said Japan.
America shrugged and put an arm on Canada’s shoulders. “See you next time, then!”
“Bye!” called Canada.
As soon as they were out of sight, Japan sighed and said another silent prayer for the fandom. Angry Nations were a force to reckon with.
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