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Been a gamer since 2005. >.>
Favorite Video Game Genre: First-Person Shooter
Left or Right Hand: Right Hand
Race: Asian (Hmong/Hmoob)
Zodiac Signs (derp): Virgo, Earth Snake
Top 10 Anime: Hetalia, Fairy Tail, Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan, Bleach, Freezing, Ouran High School Host Club, Sailor Moon, Dragonball Z, Kaichou wa Maid-sama!, Witchblade
VERY LAZY PERSON!
My communication is poor. :I I have a learning disability, deal with it.
I've been in the Yaoi fandom only for a year or two. Stuff got out of hand, so I started disliking it and left. People change, da.
I don't ship, so done with it long ago, but I don't care, I still find some pairings cute.
I respect everyone's opinion.
My Gamer Names
Halo PC- Hetalia, Shini (or Shinigami), Dummkophe, NationTan, AlfredJones
Trickster Online: (Past) Frieya (Primadonna), SwedenKun (Gladiator), AmericaKun (Gambler)
Project Blackout: Frieya (if i remember it correctly..*it's been awhile*)
STAMP ATTACK @~@
Join the Hetalia gaming community on Steam and Facebook~
I give out llamas for if someone favs my stuff, watch me, just-give-one-for-the-heck-of-it, or for no reasons.
Soldier!America X Reader: Letters From Me To You~: Love grew through ink hearts and crumpled paper. :~Ississ-Perok
Your hands ached every time you stretched a finger. With most of the population sent off to war in Europe, the factories had been left with barely any stable employees. And since they still needed to operate, more than a few women had rushed for the better job. Most of your coworkers always rambled about how important they felt and how this was their chance to show the men that they could contribute. But you just wanted everyone to come back. Your life had been fine and war free. You would give anything for everyone to show up, you actually missed the low tension job at the local cafe. It was a much more sociable source of employment.
After walking home you immediately laid on your couch and closed your eyes. It was already late and the sun was starting to disappear. But you still had so mu
EnglandxImmortal!Reader: For All Of EternityRavenLionHeart
You had always been there beside him, the only constant in his ever-changing life. You had both had your phases; both had lived your own lives. Yet, you always found each other over and over and over again. He knew all of your deepest secrets, and you his. You knew of his passions, his fears, his strengths, his weaknesses; he knew the same about you. You knew him better than you knew yourself.
~Mid 6th Century~
The ties between the both of you are almost as old as time itself. It began a long time ago, when you both were children. The land was still recovering from a brutal war that switched control of the land from the Romans to the Anglo-Saxons.
-3rd person POV-
The young girl with long (h/c) hair wisped through the
I'm Gonna Be [Scotland x Reader]He threw away his cigarette butt together with the pack that he recently bought at a convenience store somewhere in Glasgow.heyyoungblood
You saw him walking towards your direction. You flashed him a smile and he felt his heart thump.
“Bloody hell.” He told himself.
It was now or never.
You met Allistor online. You were in search of new pen pals since the ones you wrote to, never reply back.
Though you two didn’t write snail mail to one another, you two talk almost everyday.
After two years, you decided to surprise him in London.
“I’m going to London.” You called him.
“When?” He asked. He was on a break from working at a pub.
“Tonight.” You giggled. You were actually at the airport.
“What?!” He almost broke the glass he was holding. He wanted you to stay with him but he was at Glasglow and you were based in London.
“Relax. I’m going to stay somewhere in your city sometime.” You smiled. “I’m having
Austria x Reader -- Making Musichidingfromhumans
"Woooooooo-hoooooo!!" The ex-nation Prussia barreled through the front door at full force, skidding to a dangerously slippery stop that involved knocking several pictures off the walls. He whipped the wet locks of hair out of his face before throwing a shout to the person following him. "What---a---storm!! Am I right? Am I right?" he whooped.
"Only because you looked at the weather forecast," (Name) stepped over the threshold more cautiously, hair dripping in soaked bunches and clothes clinging to her body. She quietly shut the door to the tempest outside. "I thought you said we didn't need an umbrella, Gil."
"Never said it wasn't gonna rain," he grinned devilishly, ruby eyes still sparkling despite the dark weather, "I said we didn't need one. Umbrellas are for the un-awesome."
"That was fun," (Name) admitted with a small smile, still feeling giddy
Separated (England x Reader) It was any normal evening of going home after a tiring day of work. It had to be normal. It was supposed to be normal. A spine-tingling scream changed all that. Yes, it was no longer normal.violethaze07
The cry of sirens filled the air. Most of the police officers tried to keep the prying eyes of civilians away from the crime scene as the others gathered up evidence and asked for any trustworthy witnesses.
A young woman was watching all of this happen from above. She didn't know what was happening. She had no memory whatsoever of what was going on. All she remembered was her name and how she looked like. She looked down at herself and found out she was wearing a simple and plain white dress with long sleeves. It seemed to her that she was flo
England x Reader, REQUEST”A Remedy for Your Situation”foreverbeforenight
There were two things that you had determined: high school was full of idiots, and you hated high school. You only had one semester of school left, much to your joy, and then you’d go to college where it would be easier to avoid everyone. You’d commute to the nearby university, and commuting helped you avoid other idiots. Also, you’d be able to wear whatever you wanted.
When you said high school was full of idiots, you were also referring to the staff.
“Look, I know you’re a good kid,” your English teacher started out, but he shook his head, “but you know that shirt is just out of bounds. Your shoulders can’t be showing.”
“My shoulders?” you echoed, and he nodded as he quickly wrote you down. “My shoulders?” you reiterated, and he glanced up at you. You could tell everyone else was staring at you, surprised at your sudden audacity. You were the taciturn