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 “Count off!” The loud German yelled. “Uno.” The Italian said with his normal smile. “Ni!” The Japanese man said straitening up. “Three.” You said as the German looked at his team. “Today’s training is a simple one.” He started as you thought. ‘A simple one? We just ran I don’t know how many miles already plus those pushups and pull ups oh and don’t forget the sit ups.’ You realized you were talking in your head and not listening so you pulled yourself back to what the German was saying. “Today ve vill deal vith how to properly throw a

FYI, THE MALE!READER IS STRAIGHT IN THIS FIC, AND HENCE REJECTS CHINA. Just thought you guys should know, since it was a bit vague and kinda upset some people. Sorry! The young, Chinese teenager sunk into his wooden desk chair, an inaudible sigh escaping his chapped lips. His hazel brown eyes were half lidded, and a light blush running across his cheeks, staining his face with an adorable shade of red. He was dressed in the usual boy's uniform of Gakuen Hetalia, an Academy that was viewed as one of the highest and best forms of education throughout the entire world. Due to this reputation, teenagers from all different countries attended her

It was time for another world meeting, a RIDICULOUSLY out of control one that had all but destroyed the room it was being held in. After watching his fellow nations fighting for almost four hours non-stop, Romano stood up and slammed his hand down on the table before him. "EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP! You're all just using idiotic stereotypes to argue with one another!" The Italian yelled, ushering a silence into the room. The silence hung over the room like a thick fog until Austria stood and cleared his throat. "You know...I always thought stereotypes were kind of ridiculous. So I wrote a song about it," the man said, handing Romano a piece o

I'm posting all meh stuff, mwahahaha! Hetalia, why you no mine? T^T ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "GAH! Can't you do anything right, you bastard!" Once again, you successfully managed to anger Lovino. It wasn't that hard, just add a few wrong spices here and there, turn the stove up as high as it could go, burning the noodles. Yes, making him mad is quite easy. Even funny at times, though it annoyed you to no end when he called you a bastard. Even after you've been friends for so long...well, friends might not be the best word. More like a Love-Hate relationship. He hates it, you love it. Sometimes, you wonder, does he really hate you. Because he's been

It's evil time~ Kolkolkol~ Hetalia belongs to Russia, along with everyone else! RIGHT? NOT MINE! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Step, step, step. So very close now, and everyone knew it. You were coming. "She's almost here! Oh god, we're gonna die! England, before we do, I need to tell you something important!" America, much to England's annoyance, grabbed both of his shoulders. Looking him dead in the eyes. "Your cooking sucks!" "You bloody twit! Unhand me this instant! And how dare you say such things about my cooking!" Before all hell broke loose, the doors suddenly opened. Revealing the one everyone was fearing, you. Meaning it was your job for lett

I don't own hetalia! America is still there, and not in my closet, so it's true! T^T ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Keep your back straight!" Switzerland complained angrily as he, once again, straighten your posture. Currently, you were being taught by Switzerland on how to shoot a gun. After many 'pretty please' , along with pouts from you and Liechtenstein, he finally agreed. Now, most of you should know, he wasn't fond of many people. How both of you started some kind of friendship is still, to this day, unknown by people. Truth be told, you guys didn't get along very well in the beginning. You had met Liechtenstein a few months ago, immediately

Riiiing! Riiiing! Riiiing! You groan, hearing your cell phone blasting next to you on your nightstand. You were having such a nice dream, too! What made it so nice? It couldn't be because of the blonde-haired, G. I. Joe soldier come to life, dripping wet from splashing around, man who trains you. No, it had to be the beach water that made your dream so great...Yeah, that's it. Smirk, smirk. Answer it? No, you'll pass on that. It's not like you didn't love watching Germany getting all pumped up and sweaty-I mean, training hard with him. But today, you just wanted some alone time. Away from the ever-so quiet Japan, flirtatious Italy, and the

Da-ze, here, have a spoon. You'll get plenty of more later.~ The Saturday-morning sun was hidden behind your morning shades. As you turned to your side, half asleep, you saw a small sticky note attached to the second silver spoon you recieved. It made you chuckle slightly, knowing that your new boyfriend, Im Yong Soo, was such a goofball. He asked you out yesterday and you happily took his hand. And that's when he handed you the first silver spoon with a note saying Da-ze, have a spoon, you'll get more soon. In all honesty, you had no idea where he was going with this. Spoons? Is that supposed to be romantic? Whatever it meant, it made you h

Dodgin' Hands Warning - your vital regions may be claimed by S. Korea you have been warned X) You let out a heavy sigh. The meeting finally came to  a close and you were walking your way with Yao to the door.  "Aiyah... hey _______, tell me why must they act so imature during these important meetings aru?" Yao asks. Placing a finger under your chin, "I'm not sure, to be honest. To me, every meeting is just the same." You have recently became the country of (name of country) for a few years now and becames allies with most of the Asian nations. You began to tune out the older nation's voice as you felt a wave of chill

"(Name)!!!" screamed a voice, glomping you, hands immediately groping your chest. "Y-Yong Soo! Could you please let go of me?" you asked shakily. "Aw…you're no fun…you're just like Kiku with his personal space issues!!" whined Yong Soo. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "A-Achoo! …I wonder if someone was talking about me." mumbled a certain black-haired Japanese. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I-I'm not!" you protested. "Well, anyway, (Name)~?" called Yong Soo. "Y-Yes?" you replied, not liking his tone of voice. "Would you like a kiss?" Hearing that you immediat