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Good day everyone, I know this must be the most utterly disappointing post you’ll see today since you thought this was a fanfic. I’m here to drop a bomb an y’all and say that I am no longer apart of the Hetalia fandom. I haven’t been apart of it for two years and I feel bad that I still get emails from DeaviantArt saying new people are following me. That means they are waiting for more stories, which will never come. I hope you will continue to read and re-read my old stories, because I am proud of some of them. And to have so many people around the world read and comment on them makes my time in the fandom worthwhile.

You have been close friends with Lovino Vargas for many years now. You had met the short tempered Italian when you were only five years of age. The two of hit it off from the start by being the only kindergarteners on the playground who knew how to curse. Over the years the two of you have stuck together through both thick and thin, whether it be bullies, or bad grades. You climbed out of your bed and let out a loud yawn. Glancing at your clock you saw the numbers '8:00 am' blinking back at you. Heaving out a sigh you ran one hand through your _h/c_ hair while reaching with the other to pick up your cell phone. Clicking the on button, the s

    You were currently laying out in one of your big brothers many fields. The smell of tomatoes and other vegetation invading your nostrils, taking a deep breath you sat up and dusted off your sun dress. In the distance you heard your brother calling for you, letting out an aggravated sigh you got up and started toward home.    As you opened your front door you heard humming coming from the kitchen.    "Brother I'm here, what do you need? I was relaxing in the fields, it can't be anything to important. Couldn't it wait until later?" You heard a light chuckle emit from the direction of the kitchen.   "Por, just get in here. Brother want

    The countries had all decided to hold hands with each other, in the last moments of life. Everyone had made a circle around the table in the room, everyone holding hands. Some cried harder, some looked down, and some clutching someones hand tighter. Five minutes left. The room was filled with the cries and sobs of countries around him. The two countries on both sides of him squeezed his hand tighter. Italy looked down in sadness, feeling the tears form in his eyes. He was trying so hard to stay strong in front of his friends, for the last time. -  Thirty seconds left. Italy looked around the room, seeing all the sad faces and people cryin

    What were you exactly? Well, you were a mochi. Yes, you were a sticky Japanese treat. And somehow, by defying all logic, you were alive and breathing. You were a living being that was thrown aside and mistreated. But, despite your rough upbringing you still lived through thick and thin, many people treated you as a mutant or even a disgrace to society. But, there were a select few that warmly welcomed you into their life. And this is a story of one such person.   Last week you had been rummaging through a garbage can in an alley in the rain. Those were some pretty rough circumstances, but in the end you were captured by the local pound

    You slowly push your soft covers off of you and stretch your arms above your head. Letting out a content sigh you roll over to face your boyfriend. His eyes are closed and his breathing is calm. Today was a day that you looked forward to all year, what was that day? Well it was your anniversary of course.    You had been specially planning this day for months, first you planned to head down stairs and make him a nice breakfast, then take him to the park where you two first met, and lastly you would take him home and prepare him a wonderful dinner.    Giddy with excitement you quietly got out of bed and headed to the kitchen, but littl

A chilled wind blew calmly, as the leaves of the trees rustled in the dark of the night. A single flower stood in the middle of a small clearing, the winter frost had killed off all other vegetation. What was peculiar about this particular flower was that it had yet to bloom, even though it was the dead of winter. A small young lad clad in a torn green cloak and thin clothing wandered into said field. The small child seemed to be lost and was currently waddling over to the closed flower. "What is this flower doing here? Did it die before it had the chance to bloom?" He wondered aloud. Curiosity got the best of him and he moved closer to ins

The previous school year had been quite a hectic one for you. You had enrolled into an all boys school known by the name of 'Gakuen Hetalia Boys High'. The trouble with you enrolling was the fact that you were a girl.~ (but y'all should know this already!) After revealing to both Ivan and the rest of your friends that you were in fact a woman they all promised to keep it a secret. Soon after you told everyone, Ivan asked you to become his boyfriend and you in turn said yes.                             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You sat in your history class with your palm against your cheek. You let out a sigh as  you tuned into what the teac

    You stood on the shore of a beautiful beach. The sand was soft and the sun was out. You sat in the shade of your umbrella as you applied sunscreen and awaited the arrival of your best-friend Feliks.    Feliks was a peculiar type of guy, one which had managed to get on your good side and befriend you, also he liked to wear women's cloths. You in particular had no problem with the whole dressing in feminine cloths. But others found it downright wrong.     Feliks always liked to arrive about half an hour late from the starting time of anything, that included now. Feliks preferred to call it being 'fashionably late'.    "Hey _y/n_,like