The western pheonixes are rather bizzare members of the heron family, ardeidae. Pheonixes are sexually dimorphic and polyandrous, so that one colorful female controls a vast territory in which resides her harem of plainly-colored males. They also have a rather unusual life cycle. For most of her life, the female pheonix mates frequently with the ( Read more... )

After I looked back at that awful Russia fic I posted, I told myself that I wouldn't post any more Hetalia fanfic on the internet. But then this story popped up in my head and wouldn't leave me alone. I'm hopping it doesn't suck like the last one did.

( He loved Italy because she was Rome’s granddaughter. )

Jotting down random ideas for original stories that I haven't written yet because I'm bad at fillling in details for long epic stories . They might make okay TV shows.
( magical girl scouts and other stupidness below. )

First Hetalia fic that actually has some length (and likely suffers for it). And good gosh, I managed to make Italy angsty. How, self? How?

( In Venice, a man stares out of his window, opens his eyes, and thinks. )

Written on Nov 21st, 2007

Inspired by http://community.livejournal.com/dannyphantom/609067.html
--------------------------------------------------------------------

( He couyldn't remember why he did it. )

written 17th of October, 2007.
-----------------------------------------------
( In an attempt to ease the pain of death, I have caused the pain and death of thousands. )

Written Oct 1, 2007
------------------------------

( Hello, Vlad Masters. I am MD-E #4. )

Oh gosh new fandom. I WISH I COULD QUIT YOU. And I seem to only be capable of writing about insanity and despair and doom. I hope that changes someday. But for now, fanfic with 1950's!Alfred. With insanity, yes.

( Alfred breaks the mirror because his smile reminds him of Ivan. )

Uh, first time writing hetalia fanfic. (And fanfic at all in a long, long time.) And being the terrible person I am, I write a horribly angsty fanfic about the most depressing aspect of WWII. I probably deserve whatever flaming I get, although I did try to be sensitive.

( There were few things Ludwig hated more than the gardening. )

An original story written months ago taking place in a society of cat-folk with inspiration from Egyptian, Mesopotamian, and Grecian culture. (which I do realize I shouldn't be mixing, yes. ) It's in the horror genre, so don't expect fluffy catgirls or Disney kittens or what have you. I'm terribly sorry if it's not that good.

---------------------- ( Read more... )