I have come to believe that I can be good at drawing, or good at writing, but never both at the same time.
I, er...hope that the people who've been waiting to see the next Hetalia portrait have at least been enjoying the stories. =/
Realism is so tsundere. It's all "screw you," "I hate you," "why are you always ruining everything," "get away from me" and then one day you wake up and it's all curled up next to you naked and drowsy, and it's like "go get some wine, let's do this thing."