Why am I such a bitch?

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(A/N): Written for Richard Roe and the Hetalia Sunshine Fanworks Exchange ( hetaliasunshine)

http://community.livejournal.com/hetaliasunshine/35447.html

I really hope my Prussia and Germany are not too crappy. First time every writing them.

Prompt was: “Prussia becomes attached to chicks and decides to keep many of them in his bedroom. Germany gets dragged into ( Read more... )

It's at times like this when I just want to jump out of my window.

And fall.

God I hate my miserable, stupid self.

1) What side of the heart do you draw first?

The left one, or as dad would put it: the left

2) Can you swim without plugging your nose?

Yup. I hardly ever need to do that.

3) What kind of cell phone do you own?

My cell phone's a pretty old handy-me-down Alcatel model (it may even be from 1998 or something...) that my aunt gave to me because I didn't ( Read more... )

Since I'm deep into the Potter spell, atm (and I've always wanted to do something like this) I'm happy to post my stats if I were to be active in the Wizarding World and curious information if I attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Feel free to use this meme in your own journal.

I recommend some tests to get certain answers if you ( Read more... )

taure, love, you must stop me from stalking your journal, girl! Ha ha!

List the first ten fandoms that come to mind. Your friends will comment with the character from each series that they think you are most like. Feel free to skip fandoms you don’t know, or only comment on ones that really stand out.

1) Axis Powers Hetalia
2) Chronicles of Narnia
3) ( Read more... )

Idea taken from taure 's journal.

The Rules:

Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.

The Results:

"If I was Drowning in the Sea"

You're not alone, together we stand.
Guess this means you're sorry,
With light bulbs in our pockets ( Read more... )

April 11, 1945. 3:15 P.M.

Etter Mountain. Weimar, Germany. Buchenwald concentration camp.

“This is too much… those sons of bitches…!”

Alfred nodded. He didn’t need to turn to know Kirkland was beside him, looking with horror at the pile of bodies. Their faces were drawn with pain and starvation, bony limbs were twisted in unnatural directions ( ( Read more... )