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Chapter 8: Lost, Alone, and Cold.

-3- < OMFG. IM ALIVE. IM UPDATING. WHERE THE FUCK WAS I? WILL I UPDATE REGULARLY? Prolly not. Sorry for the wait, and for the waiting you’ll be having to do. I’m blanking on this fic, im soo soo soo sorry. But, enjoy this, kay?

:: Disclaimer :: I do not own...Amnesia, Pewdie, or Toby. *pout*
:: Rating :: M
:: Warnings :: Violence, Slash.
:: Pairing :: eventual Pewdiepie/Tobucus
:: Genre :: Romance, Horror, Supernatural (?), Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship.
:: Summary :: ‘A map you seek, your worst nightmare you’ve found. Not a dream to desire. Dusty curtains, move them and shine the light into the great hall.’ The map was interesting, it drew people in, and refused to release them. Pewdie and Toby get suck in the world and fight to get out. Slash, PewBuscus.



If he said it was easier by himself, he would be lying. He was lost.
Not like he wasn’t before, he was hungry, he was lonely. And most of all; He was worried. It was like the longer he was by himself the more guilt swelled inside. If Felix didn’t hate him before, he hated him now. Not only for leaving him but for liking him.
‘…you’re just jealous, you freak.’
He wasn’t even mad. He accepted the fact that he was, in fact, a freak. He liked someone who lived so far away. Someone who he’d never met. Someone who just so happened to be the same sex as him. What would his mother think? His father? His whole family? His friends? What would the Audience think? It crushed him. He began to breath heavy, scared of rejection from the only people he had. He leaned against a wall and tried to even out his breath, breathing slowly. He imagined his family, and friends around him. Giving him comforting hugs and pats. Words and laughs.
It seemed to help. He was breathing normally again, and began to walk to the best of his ability his legs grew heavy suddenly. His eyes burned as well, he hadn’t stopped since he left Felix, it had to a least be a couple days, judging by the light that would come in threw the windows. Which seemed to grow more rare the further he traveled into the castle. He was look for something, anything. Maybe, without realizing, he was looking for someone. He stopped abruptly and glanced back. He couldn’t go back. Not even if he wanted to. He was far from Pewds. The Swede was either rooming the cold, eerie castle, like him, or dead.
‘You don’t like me. You wouldn’t do this if you did.’
Maybe he was right. Maybe Toby was just a self-centered, narcissistic bastard that left his friends to die. Toby’s feet moved foreword and he sighed deeply, he was tired. He wanted rest. No, he needed it. He stretched and decided a break wouldn't kill him. Hopefully. He continued down the corridor. Moving slower as he continued. He hurt, it was painful to keep trying. It was painful to think, to try, to even hope.
He missed the company of the sandy blonde, the smile and the cute little laugh he had.
The warm pats on the shoulder, or the quick hugs. Holding of hands for safety. He missed him, and regretted leaving. Would Pewdiepie forgive him if they met again? Or.. would he be to late. He turned down the hall and stared at a door for a few seconds, with a groan he pushed himself to walk to the door and opened it. Freezing in shock.


Felix collapsed on the bed with a sigh. He’d moved around some, making sure to rest at night. He turned to his side and pulled the blanket around him. He still had a dresser that needed to be moved but he needed these few minutes of relaxation.
He tried hard, very hard, to be mad at Toby. Something inside just wouldn’t let him. If anything he was pissed at himself. Pissed at the fact he let Toby go off by himself, the fact he didn’t try hard enough.
Toby left him.. Toby left him... Toby left HIM.
He was the one deserted, and yet, he felt horrible.
He could just image how Toby was feeling, off somewhere alone, like himself. Toby had to leave him, the guy he..liked. For who knew how long. Or even why? Why did Toby like him? How did he even develop feelings for him? If anything, he should be the one with a crush on Toby. He watched the brunette since he started youtube, he really enjoyed laughing with him and learning from him. And just watching him.
Pewdiepie sighed. That sounded weird. Sounded weird but made sense. He did like Toby, maybe not so much the exact way Toby did. But, he still liked him. And Toby was attractive. He had gorgeous eyes and a gorgeous smile, his fluffy hair was cute along with the dimples on his cheeks. Pewdiepie sighed and sat up, running a hand through his hair. 'Do you care about Marzia? Obviously not.'
He did care, just because he felt frustrated, hopeless, and aggravated didn't make him love Marzia any less. Suddenly there was a thud against the door and Felix froze, staring. The door flew open and  a familiar brunette stumbled inside. He looked up in shock and they stared at each other. "Toby? A-Are you okay?" He stood up and rushed to his side helping him seat in the bed.
Toby sighed, "I, uh, didn't know you were here..." He mumbled, relieved to see Pewds. See him looking alive and perfectly fine.
"You could've known." He felt a grin cross his face as he turned shut the door and dragged a dresser in front of the door. "So.. are you all right?"
"Yeah, yeah.. um, just tired.."
"Oh," Pewds nodded, "Then just rest. I can keep watch."
"Felix, look.."
"No..No, just wait, we can later."
I'm not sure when i'll update again, so sorry guys ;n;

chapter links

chapter 1: [link]
chapter 7: [link]
chapter 9: [link]
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INTO THE DARK: A Marshall Lee and Fionna Story


Somewhere in the Land of Aaa, there exists a Dark Forest. Should you ever find yourself lost in those deep woods, there is a good chance you'd never find your way out. Now, it was never easy getting to that area in the first place, and the Keep Out and Danger signs should be enough to steer away any sane person. Even before that, you'd have to pass the Candy Kingdom (which would be a much nicer place to stay, don't you think?), the Grasslands (where you'd find a very radical treehouse, thankyouverymuch), and the Hole in the Center of the World (which wasn't REALLY bottomless, according to rumor). If none of those locations caught your attention, you'd find yourself in the eeriest forest outside of the Nightosphere.

Currently, there was a young human girl lost in the Dark Forest, shoving her way through the thick branches, crushing dead leaves beneath her black shoes, and grumbling because she was covered, head to toe, in troll goo.

How long had she been out there anyway? It had been afternoon when she had chased the massive troll into these woods, hesitating only briefly before rushing in, sword blazing. The troll had stolen a treasured document from the Hot Dog Prince, and it was her duty as professional adventurer to retrieve it. Which she did, but not before the troll exploded into a gooey mess deep within the Dark Forest.

She paused and held her arms out to her side. The motion made a sickening sticky squish, and she was reminded of the time she spilled waffle syrup on her shirt. With a sigh, she looked upwards. It was late and dark out. What little light existed from the waxing crescent moon was shaded by the thick overhanging of dead branches, casting the area into darkness. A time or two as she traveled, she swore she caught red glowing eyes peering at her behind trees or in the bushes. The feeling was shrugged off. Whatever, she was an adventurer. Bring it on, creepers, and she'd just hack you to pieces.

Rubbing her hands on the clean parts of her skirt, she reached inside her backpack and retrieved the treasured document of the Hot Dog Kingdom. Scanning over the elaborate, gold-printed paper, she realized it was the official guest list of the Annual Hot Dog Ball, along with the addresses of each resident invited. She risked her life for this?

If she had been someone else, someone on high alert because of her surroundings, she may have spotted the two eyes watching her every move carefully in the darkness. Then again, the eyes belonged to a master predator, and even if a lost little human had been listening for any motions in the forest, it would be unlikely the creature would be detected.

While the girl scanned over the guest list on the paper, seeing if anyone she knew was invited, a dark shape moved silently toward her, its face contorted into something straight out of a nightmare. The sudden drop in temperature made Fionna's gaze lift up just in time to see a large monstrosity of a creature, all sharp teeth and blood red eyes, rushing toward her.

She shrieked loudly, clutching the guest list against her sticky body with one hand and reaching for her sword with the other. Glob it, where was her sword?! Her hands were shaking, and she couldn't find it. She could ALWAYS find her sword.

The creature stopped right in front of her face, staring right into her terrified eyes like it was gloating in its success, and just when she knew the creature was going to open that razor-like maw and devour her whole, its face shifted, bones twisting in a manner that she had seen before. The red eyes dulled to an eerie black, the form crackling and snapping back into something more humanoid and familiar. Laughter erupted from the creature before it was completely finished transforming. "Your face, Fi!" the pale being stated between laughs.

"Marshall!" she shouted in indignation, and he barely had time to dodge the fist that headed his way.

She glared daggers into him, stomping one foot in frustration as he floated a few feet ahead of her, just out of her reach. His axe bass was carried on his back, the strap crinkling his red plaid shirt. "That wasn't funny," she stated.

"Lighten up, that was hilarious."

Frowning, Fionna pried the prized documents from her sticky body, horrified when she saw some of the names and addresses were smeared. Not wanting to damage the paper any further, she twisted it up and shoved it in her backpack.

Sensing it was safer to approach the last human in Aaa, Marshall took his bass and began playing a few melodic notes on it, drifting closer to the girl. "So what's a little hero like you doing in the Forest of Death?"

"Important mission from the Hot Dog Kingdom." She straightened the ears of her bunny hat and began her trek through the woods again.

Marshall kept up with her stride, floating beside her as his fingers traveled over the strings of his guitar. "There are lots of dangerous creatures in these woods."

Fionna hoisted the backpack higher on her shoulder and glanced over to him. "Friends of yours?" There was no hint of sarcasm in her voice; just simple curiosity.

"Nah, don't know 'em."

She wasn't sure she wanted to meet the creatures even if he did know them. Marshall Lee did not keep the best of company.

"It's not dangerous for an Adventurer like me." she commented. "I slay monsters on a regular basis."

He smirked, and she could tell he was resisting the urge to mock what he considered her goody-two-shoes heroic side.

"You were traveling in these woods alone," she pointed out.

He raised one shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. "I'm the Vampire King," was his answer.

It struck her as funny because she had never met another vampire in her life. She wondered where his kingdom was, if he really had any authority over the other vampires, or if it was just a title.

When it came to Marshall's pranks and morbid sense of humor, the citizens of Aaa were divided. Some of the people saw the vampire's arrival as a threat. He was an undead, a bloodsucker, and they were convinced that if given a chance, he would sneak into their houses at night and drain them of blood. Everyone else saw his spooky pranks for what they really were- Nothing more than harmless jokes, like a haunted house on Halloween. So used to the pastel colors of Aaa and the monotony, the Vampire King's taboo style and morbid rock music was a thrill that they craved, and he was a popular party guest in many of the kingdoms. Although these citizens liked him, they still kept him at a safe distance. Because try as they may, they still had trouble fully trusting him. It was one thing to respect the Vampire King; it was another to be friends with him.

Marshall Lee had been one of Fionna's best friend for four years now, and she was accustomed to his mischievous prankster side. As far as vampires go, he could actually be really cool when he wanted to be. And she trusted him.

They walked in silence for a while. The music he played was calming her nerves, causing her mind to dull as she focused on the path ahead of her and enjoyed his music. Even the biggest Marshall-haters in the Land of Aaa had to admit he was musically talented, and Fionna was inclined to agree. Some of her favorite outtings included him playing his newest song for her atop a grassy hill.

After a while, Marshall asked, "Where's the furball? Did she decide not to tag along for this adventure?" He suddenly glanced down at her, amusement lighting up his eyes. "Or did she get scared of the dark?"

Cake could be called many things, but a scaredy cat was not one of them. Fionna and Cake had battled sand beasts and underworld skeletons and crazy candy people who drooled sprinkled frosting. The duo had bravely towered over some of the biggest threats in the land without once flinching and come out on top. However, when brought face to face with a live vampire, Cake was reduced to a terrified mess. After knowing the vampire for a few years, she gradually started to warm up to him, but Marshall Lee still loved frightening the cat whenever he was given a chance.

Fionna kicked a rock ahead of her, and it skidded to a halt against a distant tree. "On a weekend date with Lord Monochromicorn. I've got the next three days to myself." She blew the bangs out of her face with an over exaggerated sigh. "Ice Queen's been eerily quiet, and it's been kinda slow on the adventuring side, so I had to go look for something to do." Truth be told, she was starting to regret it. This walk back home was becoming more trouble than it was worth. "What were you doing in the Dark Forest?" she asked.

He placed his bass around to his back and moved to hover upright next to her, hands in his skinny jean pockets. "Just practicing a bit. I needed inspiration for my next concert."

"Wicked place for inspiration, dude."

He grinned, shrugging. "What can I say? I have a reputation to maintain."

A branch snapping in the forest caught her attention, and she stopped in her tracks and listened. Silence. "What was that?" she asked, a note of caution creeping into her voice.

When he didn't answer, Fionna looked up at him.

Marshall Lee's eyes were no longer on her. His expression was intense, and he had his narrowed gaze locked on something she obviously couldn't see with her human eyes. A chill ran over her skin, goosebumps traveling over her arms. One hand reached behind her back to clutch at her sword in case whatever THAT was wasn't friendly. She followed his gaze, seeing nothing in the surrounding forest. The thick trees were silent and still. Her eyes returned to him.

"Marshall?" she ventured softly. No answer. Her foot took one cautious step toward him…

And just like that, the spell broke. Fionna was back in the Dark Forest with her vampire bud, and somehow, the area was less dangerous. He glanced down to her, and she could suddenly breathe again. "Yeah, Fi?"

Crossing her arms over her chest to calm her nerves, she stated, "I want to get out of this forest."

He ran his fingers through his ink-black hair. "Yeah. I think I do too, man." His feet touched the ground next to her, and he said, "I'm over it."

Fionna took the hint and, gathering up her resolve because flying did make her nervous, wrapped her arms around his neck. His hand went under her knees to lift her bridal-style, and she had just enough time to clutch onto his plaid shirt before they were lifted up.

The gust of air tangled against her hair and took her breath away as they climbed higher. They moved fast through the tree limbs with Marshall somehow managing to dodge each obstacle in his path. "Hold on, kid," he stated, and she obediently closed her eyes, tightening her grip around his neck. In an instant, they burst free of the forest, snapping the thin branches near the treetops and soaring into the open skies.

Sensing it was safe, Fionna turned to look down at the Dark Forest fading into the distance. She let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding and leaned her head against Marshall's shoulder. The coolness of his skin was noticeable even through the layers of clothing he was wearing. This, combined with the chill of the night air, caused a shiver to flutter over her body.

Marshall Lee glanced down at her, noticing the way the gunk from her clothing was getting all over his favorite clothes. "Geez, you smell like a troll vomited its guts on you. No wonder a monster hasn't devoured you yet."

Her face turned a delightful shade of red, and Marshall couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or annoyance. "Only cause I was fighting the bad guy and saving the day. You could have helped, dude."

"Nope. A piece of fancy paper isn't worth ruining my stylin' clothes over."

But carrying her home was?

She dropped the subject and instead focused on facing her fears of the undead's method of travel. After all these years, she thought she would have been used to it. After all, Marshall had never dropped her before, and he had escorted her off into the skies many times. It was just the thought that one tiny slip up, a movement of the hands or a simple turn of the body could send her plummeting to her doom below. Of course, if on the off-chance that happened, she was pretty sure Marshall could and was willing to catch her before she hit the ground. Years ago when both her and Cake fell from a mountaintop, he easily caught the two and drifted them to safety. Still, the idea scared her, so she tried not to think about it. At least she wasn't facing her fear of water…

And with that thought, she realized they were flying over a large open lake. Of course. Something inside her snapped, and she panicked. Staring in horror at the waters beneath them, she blindly began grasping for anything she could get her hands on- the neck of his axe-bass, for example, or the collar of his shirt.

"Relax, Fionna, I've got you," Marshall said, struggling to keep hold of the wiggling adventuress in his arms. When one of her hands grabbed one of his rather sensitive pointed ears and tugged it roughly, he let out a snake-like hiss and let her body drop, catching hold of both her hands before she plummeted to the lake below.

With wide, panicked eyes, she stared up at the floating boy above her, who looked a little too self-satisfied about their current predicament. "You do need a bath, Fi," he stated. "I'd be doing you a favor."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I?" he grinned, giving her a glimpse of one fang against his lip.

She scrunched up her nose and glared harder, promising in her head an assortment of cruel and unusual punishments if he let her slip a fraction of an inch further.

Pulling her up into the air, he easily brought one hand under her knees and the other behind her back and caught her effortlessly.

Even after landing in the safety of his arms, her glare didn't lighten up. "You suck, Marshall Lee."

"Duh. Vampire."

With a roll of the eyes, she turned to see where they were headed. Over the horizon, the dim lights of the Candy Kingdom glowed, casting the surrounding sky in a tint of cotton candy pink. It was a direct contrast to the dark, dangerous forest they had just emerged from- The world that Marshall felt so comfortable in. With a sigh, she once again leaned her head against his shoulder and stared at the beauty of the kingdom in the distance where her other royal friend lived. It was late, so Gumball would be asleep already. His empire was so powerful and obvious. Yet again, she wondered where Marshall's kingdom was.

She turned her head back to the undead teen, taking in his face in the light of the moon. A few weeks ago, she had been at one of his rock concerts and heard a few of the wilder demon girls talking about how attractive he was and how they would loooovee to take him home. It would be a lie if Fionna said that she didn't get some small enjoyment at their surprised faces when Marshall walked up to her after the show to asked if she wanted to go chill for a while.

Looking at the thin slope of his nose, the curve of his cheekbones, and the forever youthful features of his face, she admitted that they were right; Marshall Lee was an attractive guy. And then, as though betrayed by her thoughts, a deep blush highlighted her face, and she ducked her head so he wouldn't notice.

This time, her eyes caught the two deep scar bitemarks on the side of his neck. After all their time together, he had never once told her how he got those scars. Was he born a vampire, and those were just wounds from a battle with another vampire? Or was he changed? If he was changed, what was he before, and how did his mom fit into the equation?

Maybe one day she'd just straight up ask him.

Before long, Marshall landed effortlessly at her front door and sat the young adventuress' feet onto the ground. She scooted her dark blue miniskirt further down her thighs where it had ridden up during the flight before standing straight. "Thanks, Marshall."

"Not a problem." He crossed his arms over his chest. The attempt to look cool and nonchalant failed slightly due to the faint stains across the front of his shirt. "If you're looking for something to do tomorrow, you could swing by my place. We could play some music, smash some pixies, terrorize Gumball. I don't have any plans."

"Sounds algebraic, dude. I'll have to see if the Ice Queen will give me a day off first though." Tomorrow was a Monday. Ice Queen loooved kidnapping princes on Mondays.

As Fionna stepped into her house and started to close the door, a red tennis shoe blocked the way. Surprised, she looked up to see Marshall still standing in the doorframe, appearing oddly serious.

"Hey, Fi?" Was that a hint of concern she registered in his voice? Her eyebrows drew together in confusion. "Don't go into the Dark Forest alone again, okay?"

Before she could answer, Marshall floated into the air and winked at her, back to his normal self. He raised two fingers in the eternal "rock on" gesture, and flew backwards into the sky.

For a moment, Fionna didn't move from her spot in the doorway. What was that about? It occurred to her that maybe Marshall had stuck with her in the Forest because there was something dangerous out there. With a huff, she slammed the front door shut. She was Fionna the Human, Adventuress and Heroine of Aaa! She could take care of herself.

Next Chapter: Horror Movie Interlude
I typically don't write fanfics, so this is a new experience to me. I'm a bit rubbish at borrowing other people's characters and writing their personalities, but I figured I'd give it a try nonetheless. This is kind-of my own take on Adventure Time, and I may have a few details wrong. If so, forgive me. If people like the story, I'll continue it, so leave me a review! I already know where I want the story to go, it's just a matter of writing it. As always, Adventure Time belongs to the fantastic Pendleton Ward and Cartoon Network.

This story will eventually feature some blood, gore, and suggestive themes, so just a fair warning.

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An assignment I had to do for my Introduction to Literature class. We had to write an e-mail to someone, recommending to them an Emily Dickinson poem and why.

I chose Dickinson's poem "Because I could not stop for Death" and I was stuck on who to recommend it to, and since the Doctor has been on my mind for some time now, I figured he would actually make a perfect person to read this poem. After all those he's lost, maybe this poem could console him. Plus I figured my teacher would get a kick out of it since she is also a Doctor Who fan. =)

Also if you've read my flash fiction of one of my adventures with the Doctor, you'll understand the name at the end. If you haven't read it it's called "Wasn't Thought Through" [link]

The Doctor (c), BBC
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If I had said something

Would they have stopped?

If I had called your name

Would you still be alive?

If I was stronger

Would you have leaned on me?

If I had answered differently

Would I have ever been correct?

If I had said hello

Would you have greeted back

If I had been less shy,

And said something when I had the

Would you have smiled?

Even once?

Could I have eased your pain?

Or did I drive you off the edge?

For even just one moment

Did I brighten your day?

Did you ever believe that I cared?

Could you tell

Even over the distance my frightened
heart created?

Could you hear my shouts before you

Did you see my tears?

If I had come a little sooner

If I had told you how I felt

If I had made them shut their mouths

If I had held you close

Would you have felt so empty?

If I had stood alone

On an edge to high to see

Would you have called my name?

Would you have come for me?

If I followed you

If I fell from the sky

Would this pain go away?

Would I see your face again?

Would you be there waiting for me?

Would you hate me for my weakness?

If I had only shared

If you had only know

The only thing that I regret

The words I didn't say

The words that closed my throat

The words I called down to you

Seconds late

Could you possibly have heard

When I screamed my soul to you

Would you have gone away

If only I had let the words escape

From the very first time I met you

From the moment I saw your face

If I had told you

When you picked me up from the ground

When you smiled through the tears

If only I had told you

Three words

Three words to change the world

Just three words to save your life

Would I have seen you smile

Just one more time

Would you be here now

To wipe away my tears

And would you let me do the same for

If you never would have loved me

I don't care

If you didn't feel the same

If you loved another

I don't care anymore

I wish I never had

If just the knowledge would have
changed anything

I would have let you tear my heart

I would have let you keep it

Nothing could hurt more

Than knowing you are gone

Then knowing you thought you were

Nothing could hurt more

Than knowing you though that no one

I just want to see your face again

I just want to see you smile

When you were bleeding

You asked me if I was alright

Now I'll never be alright

If you only knew that

You need to know that…

Please hear me when I say

I always have

I always will

No matter how much it hurts me


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Universe: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus & Tonks
All characters belong to the fab JK Rowling

Ah, here it it, my first multi-chapter fanfic! This is called "Wake Up & Dance with Me", after The Remus Lupins song of the same name. It takes place right after the Battle of the Ministry, & follows Remus & Tonks' relationship from there till the end. Each chapter will be named after a song that inspired it, & the youtube link will be provided. [link] Most chapters will also have an illustration from one of the lovey people here. Chapter One features "Loss" by philotic-net [link] Enjoy & please comment! And sorry about the format, just click on the top right-hand botton to open it in a new window..All characters owned by the lovely JK Rowlling, not moi'.

Duh, almost forgot one of the most important things! The song for this chapter is, obviously, Simon & Garfunkle's "Sound of Silence". I choose it because @ it's core, it's a war song. And Sirius was the first casuality of the war that really affected the Order, & the family unit that they've forged. It's also inreference to Tonks' feelings of being lost in the darkness of her coma, & her loved one's feelings of helplessness & how quiet they find their lives without her. :)
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Name twelve of your favorite Axis Powers Hetalia characters in any order.

1) N. italy
2) America
3) France
4) Korea
5) Canada
6) Germany
7) England
8) Russia
9) Prussia
10) Hungary
11) Poland
12) Leithuania

I love a whole lot more, but i just chose the ones that popped up in my mind first :'D

1) Have you read a five/ten fic before?

XDDDDDDD not at all

2) Do you think three is hot? How hot?

FFFFFFFF, of course! It's FRANCE for god sake! :'DDDD
even tho hes a pedo.......XDD only my long lost twin will get this :3

3) What would happen if six got one pregnant?
Germany got N. Itay pregnant?

LOL, SCORE! i honestly didnt plan that XDDDD
that would be so adorable!!! their baby would pawn all other babies and take over the world <3

4) Do you recall any good fics about nine?
pfft, about prussia? of course!
(well, it was actually a prussia/hungary fic, but it counts, right? ;w;)

5) Would seven and two make a good couple?

of course, they are perfect for eachother!
a hamburger-loving egotistic and a selfish stuck-up.
its a match made in APH heaven~ XDD
no sarcasm intended C:

6) Four/eight or four/nine?
KoreaXRussia or KoreaXPrussia?

.....oh dying laughing right now XDDDDDD
if i really had to pick, i would choose KoreaXPrussia only because i can see  Gilbert being more of an uke then Russia, and i can actually think of a possible story plot for a fanfic :'D

7) What would happen if seven discovered three and eight in a secret relationship?
England discovers that France and Russia were in a secret relashionship?

XDDD *laughing once again*
ummm, probebly freak out and say something about france being a bloody git and giving in or something like that, idk :'D

8) Make a summary of at least twenty words for a two/six fic.

whoooooooah, SUPERcrack!pairing right their! X'D
or maybe not, depends on the person i guess ;w; )
but ill give it a try anyway. C:

So one night, America decides to go to Germanys house to party with Prussia and the axis powers to have a break from the never-ending nagging of England. But Germany and America get piss drunk and eventually black out, and wake up realizing they're in bed together. naked. Both dont know what happend that night, but after remembering their "heated affair", they realize that they actually have a conection and have little, but noticable, feelings for eachother.

BAH. FAIL SUMMERY IS FAIL. although i would crack up at the fluffity fluff fluff story though. XD

9). Is there such a thing as a four/ten romantic fluff story?

korea  tried "claiming hungary's breasts" but ends up getting whacked upside the head with Hungary's beloved fryingpan. the end.
........XDDDDD no, just no.

10) Suggest a title for a one/five Hurt/Comfort fic.
a N.Italy/Canada hurt/comfort fic?

d'awwwwwww!!! that would be adorable! <3 not that great coming up with titles, so bare with me ;n;

Quiet Comforts


11. What kind of plot would you use for a three/eleven fic?

OH JEEZ. anything with France HAS to be about sex. hands down. XDDD

12. Does anyone on your friends list read number seven het? What about nine slash?

England het.? .....not that i know of :/

Prussia slash? yeppp! prussiaXgermany (cute, but i like prussiaxhungary better :3)

13. If you wrote a songfic about number nine, what song would you choose?

well, Prussia is hot, egotistic, hot-headed, confident, and the deffinition of awesome, but deep down hes lonley.
sooooo the search for some songs in my ipod begins~

Attack- 30 seconds to mars (eh, kinda :/ )
Burn this city- Cartel
Giants in the Ocean- Sky Eats Airplan (just cause i think he would like it XDD)
Richman- 3oh!3
(or any other 3oh!3 song for that matter)

mm'kay, thats all i can come up with :'DDD
*fail list is fail*

14. If you wrote a two/three/six fic, what would the warning be?

Warning: Piss-Drunk Randomness that contains Weird, Kinky, and Explicit Content.

15. What pick-up line might eight use on five?

Russia: Is that a mirror in your pants? because i can see myself in them~ ;D
Canada: Eh? a mirror? i-i dont have a mirror in my pants ;A;
and then they had cute smex. the end.

16. Challenge: Write a drabblefic for ten/eight.
i think ill use a skip card here, kthx.
lazyness got the best of me TTwTT

17) What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve having sex?
England walking in on America and Liethuania having sex?

Oh, he would just flip shit and never talk to america again. XDDD
as for Liethuania, Arthur would eventually forgive him because Leit is just too nice to be mad at.
but there is a slight chance that england might join them.....but who knows? >w>;

18) What kind of plot would you use if you wanted Four to de-flower One?
Korea de-flowering N. Italy?

1. the idea is funny as HELL because its Korea XD
2. it would most likely be rape
3. N. Italy would call Germany to come save him and thus saves the day <3

19) Does anyone on your friends list read Seven slash?
England slash?

pssshhhh, DUH. AmericaXEngland! <3

20) Does anyone on your friends list read Three het?
France het......?

hmmm, well im not sure who reads any, but i know its out there :3
like FrancexSchyellles(sp? its off of memory D:)or FranceXUkrain,
or even FranceXLeichtenstein. IDK.

21) Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Eleven?

only my friend Oninatsuyo has drawn him in a pic that ive seen, but besides that, no that i have noticed. :'3

22) Would you write Two/Four/Five?

ROFL, probebly not X'DDDD maybe only to get a kick out of it though :'3

23) What might Ten scream at a moment of great passion?

errr......well......idk.  ;w; yaoi?

24) When was the last time you read a fic about Five?
Canada! <3

when the last chapter of "The Morning After" was updated :'DDD
very cute! RussiaXCanada <3

25) What is Six's super-secret kink?
oh Germany >XD

lets seee........probebly making his lover*COUGHfelicinoCOUGH*
dress up and pose like some of the modles in his "special book collection"

26) Would Eleven shag Nine? Drunk or sober?
Poland shag Prussia?

honestly, i can TOTALLY see that happening :'DDD
and it could happen both drunk or sober, depending on the story ;w;

27) If Three and Seven get together, who tops?
France and England?

France= Seme
England= Uke

its inevitable.

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?

Italy and Prussia in a happy relationship, then Prussia runs off with Korea.
Italy has a hot one-night stand with Poland, a breif unhappy affair with Leithuania,
then follows advice from Canada and falls in love with America.

oh god. my brain hurts. D:
first of all, the overall story is HALARIOUS. secondly, someone would have to be a MAJOR crack!pairing addict to come up with the story, and thirdy,
i would title it "Crack Pairing Paradise" XDDDDD
no offense to the crack!pairing lovers C':

29) How would you feel if Seven/Eight was canon?

that would be soooooooo freaking funny X'DDDD
the english gentlemen and the crazed phsyco. perfect.
YAY FOR THE CRACK MEME :iconcrosseyedclapplz:
lol XD but i honestly had alot of fun doing this :'DDDD
i was laughing at almost every one X3
and also, i wasnt 100% sure what Slash or shag was because ive never seen them before and im a tard ;w;
but i think that slash is pratically yaoi and shag was sex? idk :iconotlplz:
i used the person i took the meme from's answers to help me out :iconorzplz: TTwTT
but anyway, you should really do this if you have the time! <3
BTW, i feel like doing some tagging.....MUWAHAHAHAH~
i tag -:iconxxxdocterangstxxx:, :icononinatsuyo:, :iconquietangel93:, and :iconbluebelle01: :iconweekenddanceplz:
anyone can do this, i just wanted to tag some of my friends that like hetalia <3

Characters are not owend by me, they are obviously from Axis Powers Hetalia :'DDD
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Boy: I think I'm falling in love with you, baby girl.

Girl: I've been waiting for you to say that for years.

Boy: and why is that?

Girl: Because I've always been yours.
:heart: Guess who? <3 :D
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you've a soul of gold,
a feat untold in our
lonely rusted world

you make clouds more
than a fable- you enable beaten down
dreams to finally soar

you have words like oxygen,
necessary to live, treasures
you would readily give

     we wish upon them all who try to stand so tall.
     in the end, why is it every person seems to fall?
     not you.

I imagine your chest sings
all answers, which your mouth then
tries to translate and share

does your heart grow weighted
or are you really free?
if you're truly so wonderful,
why stick around
with the lost and found?
there's nothing nice to be.
     we're tainted. broken. here,
     backbones hold priority
     over silken hands, a steady heartbeat
     and eyes that really see.

those tongues who like the taste
of truth, even freshly born, are
far beyond youth.
you have always been old.

with a mind aged beyond your years,
and a body that has gone far
past its mileage,
in heartbeats and tears.
living among wreckage, you are
forever prevalent.

     there are no directions-
     everything is smoke and mirrors,
     boogie monsters and childish fears.
     this is who we've grown to be.

but you are real
rib-crushingly, blindingly
genuine- you bleed, contradicting
other's plastic veins.

and I'm beginning to think,
maybe I was imaginary all along.
because I never felt alive, until
I found out I was wrong.

     I'd built a house on the foundation
     of stable lies, and it's a surprise
     that buried in there might be reality
     and some honesty, deep deep down.

you make it clearer with
every undeserved word,
there's something much better than this.
I found out I was wrong.
maybe perfection does exist.
To the person who was able to make me cry from happiness.

Written for #APictureToA1000Words theme of the month contest about perfection.

(On a related note, I can't handle it when people are excessively nice to me. I never know how to react.)
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Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I have writers' block.
...It's true.

If you couldn't tell from how little works I've been putting out these days...
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Live by the Creed

To become an assassin you must be,
A loyal follower of these rules three.

Never harm the innocent,
No good could ever come of it,

Always be silent and discreet,
To make escapes swift and neat,

And finally never compromise the Brotherhood,
Or the fate of us all won't be good.

The Templars are all Assassins' foes,
Always causing the troubles and woes,

All Templar hearts are as black as coal,
As they clamber to achieve their single goal,

They forever strive to be,
The controllers of everything you see,

Use your blade to stab their backs,
And halt their plan right in its tracks.

Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.
My attempt at a poem based off of Assassin's Creed.

I don't know if the content is epic, but I'm just glad I managed to make everything rhyme and make sense! :dummy:

AC (c) Ubisoft
Poem (c) Me
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