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17th June 2012

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Review: EnglandxReader-Summer Visit! (I’m not sure what the hell is even going on in this one.. OTL)

Good day, dear followers, and welcome to a yet another review.

It seems that xReaders are just a treasure trove of ‘what-the-fuckkery’, and deviantArt is just a treasure trove of xReaders; so it kind of makes sense that we have a YET ANOTHER fic from there. Let’s get started.

You were at the world meeting again,

Alright, first things first. I am at the world meeting. Does that make me a country?

not paying attention to America’s “hero” speech. You were siting next to Canada and England as always.

…Why am I always sitting next to Canada and England? WHY CAN I SEE CANADA?

You were staring out the window, blocking out America’s voice completely when suddenly America asked you a question. 

”______? You agree with me right?” America asked with THAT grin on his face.
‘Huh? Agree about what?! Damn it!’ Your inner-self yelled.

*I* Would know if I paid attention at a seemingly important meeting where they discuss ‘world issues’. But, fuck it. I don’t need to pay attention to that shit.


 Everyone in the room remained silent, waiting for your answer with curiosity.
You fumbled with your hands, thinking hard about your answer. 
“Um s-sure?”
Holy shit, guys. Imagine if he had gone on about, like… Nuclear bombing the rest of the planet as his suggestion?
The everyone in the room gasped except for America who had the HUGEST smlie on his face when you answered.
…Why do I get the feeling that I was right about the nuclear bombs? O.E
The next thing you know, America is CRUSHING you in the longest and suffocating BEAR HUG you have ever been in.
“See?!? ________ agrees with me!” America shouted across the room.
It was getting kind of- who were you kidding?! YOU COULDN’T EVEN BREATH.

One, it’s ‘BREATHE’. With AN ‘E’. Why does everyone get this wrong? ‘Breath’ refers to taking a single, solitary breath. As in, ‘he/she took breath’. Breathe, or breathing refers to the action itself.

GET IT RIGHT.

“AMERICA FOR THE LOVE OF MAPLE LEAFS!! She can’t breath! Let her go!” Canada shouted, prying America off you.

I am having the time of my life trying to imagine Canada whisper-yelling that at him. Plus, isn’t America meant to have super strength? How the flying hell can Canada PRY him off of you?


 Everyone’s jaw dropped except for yours and Canada’s. “HOLLY SHIT! ENGLAND THERE’S GHOST!!!! GO AWAY!!!!” America screamed at the top of his lungs. “WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!?”
WAIT. WHAT IS HAPPENING?
So, everyone thinks that there’s a ghost because Canada (successfully?) pried America off of you. Makes sense.
But why are they yelling ‘England’?! AND WHY IS AMERICA YELLING ‘BLOODY’?! AT LEAST I THINK THAT’S HIM.
AMERICA CAN SEE CANADA, THOUGH. THEY WERE EVEN PLAYING CATCH IN ONE EPISODE. WHY WOULD CANADA BEING THERE BE A SURPRISE?

THIS IS NOT MAKING ANY SENSE!
THAT WAS IT. FOR YOU AND CANADA. You and Canada were best friends, ever since you guys met.

WHY ARE WE BEST FRIENDS? WHY CAN I SUDDENLY SEE HIM? WHEN THE FUCK DID WE MEET? WHO AM I? A COUNTRY?  A PERSON? WHAT IS GOING ON?!


The next thing America knows, he is being SLAMED against the wall, gasping for air.

Who is doing this to America? Canada?
As for England, he was thrown out of his seat and pinned down, with you on top of him, gripping on his tie with your DEATH GRIP

WAIT, WHAT? WHY AM I PINNING ENGLAND DOWN? ALL HE DID WAS JUST SIT THERE IN AN ORDERLY FASHION? THIS IS ASSAULT!
“ITS CANADA. SECOND BIGGEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD. SUCK ON THAT.” You both said it like you read each other’s mind.

…Because Canada would totally say ‘suck on that’. Totally.
“M-MATTIE! LET GO! I C-CAN’T B-BREATH!”
I think that this may actually be 2P!Canada. It’d make a bit more sense.
”_____! W-What the hell are you doing?”
Seemingly assaulting the Englishman.
”_____! Canada!” Yelled China and Japan, both of them prying one of you off the person.
…They can see Canada now?
 
You and Canada returned to your seats, but were refusing to look at England or America. Everyone still had an ‘What the hell just happened?’ look on their face.
Well, I certainly have a ‘What the hell just happened?’ look on MY face.
Then it hit you.
 
‘What the did I just agree to?! I swear a god if its another war..someone is going to die..and its not going to be Canada.”


 Do, I, erm… Just not pay attention and agree to random shit all the time? If I’m supposed to be a country, then I honestly can’t see myself functioning very well.

“Canada. What the heck did I just agree to?”
Canada blinked a couple of times. “You weren’t even listening?! America said we are going to play the dating game right now…AND YOU AGREED TO THE BACHELORETTE!”
This is going to be interesting.
Any particular reason WHY America wants to play a dating game in the middle of a world conference?
 
If you had a glass of water, you would of spit it out on Canada.
But since I don’t, that bit of description was totally useless.
 
“OKAY SINCE THAT IS OVER. Japan! blind fold ____! And take her to her seat!” Alfred said.
“Hai! Sorry ______ -san.” Japan blind folds you and leads you to a seat.
“Wa? I don’t want to! Canada! Help!”
“OKAY! Japan cover her ears so she doesn’t know who’s playing!”
“Hai!” Japan covers your ears.
I can see in no way that this could possibly go wrong.
(Alfred’s POV) 
“Okay who wants to play?” I looked around the room for hands.
“Oh! I vant to! Pick zhe awesome Prussia!!”
PRUSSIA. Y U SO BADLY CHARACTERIZED?
“Prussia! Dude awesome! Okay you’re going to disguise your voice with this microphone and sit on the other side of the wall.”
“Kenese~ Ja!” I handed Prussia a microphone and he sat in his seat. 
…You know, from his idiolect, Prussia would be amazingly easy to distinguish.
“Next! Who wants to pl-” I smirked and turned to my good friend Britain.
“Britain! My man how about you?”
“BLOODY HELL NO.”
“Yay! Britain is playing!”
“No i’m not-“
WAIT, WHAT? He’d probably be even EASIER to pick out that Prussia!
China and Japan dragged Britain to his seat and handed him a microphone. I looked around for hands again, then I saw a tan hand in the air.
“Mi amigo! I wish to play~”
“Ah! Spain! Dude awesome! Get up there then!” Spain got up from his seat and grabbed a microphone and run up there.
“Awesome! Japan! Take ____’s blind fold off!”
“Hai! 
…Why do I get the feeling that if anything, this dating game will end up being something along the lines of ‘recognize the stereotype’ variety?
(Your POV) 
Japan finally took off my blind fold and handed me a mic.
“Use this to ask questions okay _____-san?”
“Yeah okay.” 
“You may start asking questions _____-san.
Wait, so if I refuse to ask questions, I won’t have to play? HA HA!
“Okay. Um this one’s for all the bachelors. If I was sick, what would you do to make me better? Bachelor number one your answer?”
… *I* am an idiot.
“Ah zhat is an easy question! I would make you breakfast in bed because i’m awesome! Kenese~”
HM. I WONDER WHO THAT IS. IT IS JUST SOOO DIFFICULT TO TELL.
I’M GOING TO JUST GO AHEAD AND GUESS THAT IT’S CUBA (!).
‘I love breakfast in bed!’ I thought to myself.
“Bachelor number two?”
“Hm…Oh I would cook you something lovely to eat!”
Just then the whole meeting room screamed in terror! There were screams of,”NO DO NOT LET HIM ANYWHERE NEAR THE KITCHEN!!” and screams of,”NO IF YOU EAT HIS FOOD YOU WILL DIE!!!!”
Wait, so the crowd just pretty much told you who it was. Nice going.
‘God this guy is a bad cook, EVEN germany is screaming in terror!!!’
“O-Okay..Bachelor number three?”
“Ah yes princesa! I would cook you some tomato soup with chicken and rice!”
America, this ‘game’ was a total fail, you know.
“Oh I love rice! I mean next question! Um question for all the bachelors. If someone beated me up, what would you do? Bachelor number three?”
“Ah! Nadie da una paliza a mi princesa! I used to be a pirate. I’ll make them pay for beating up  mi princessa! No one can touch you!”
Really? Are you going to make it THIS HARD for me to guess who is who?
“I only understood half of that! But that sweet.” I covered my mouth, I said it out loud. “Err…Bachelor number two?” 
“I used to be the most feared pirate in the whole seven seas! They’ll regret it.”
“…Lair..”
…Wait, what? ‘Lair’? Did you meant ‘liar’?
“What are you talking about!? I was a better pirate then you!”
“Lies.”
“You shu-“
“OKAY BACHELOR NUMBER ONE?”
“If anyone touches you..Zhey will end up in a vorld of hell! And zhey vill have zheir vital regions invaded!”
“Err…Okay. Bachelor number two and three..I’m not good at slow dancing..What would you do to help dance better? Bachelor number two?”
“I would lead you though it, until you get the hang of it.”
“Bachelor three?”
“Mi princesa~ I would take your hand and dance to our own beat. I don’t care if your not good at it. I would just want to dance with you.”
‘Oh my god! That was so sweet!
I actually want to shoot myself right now.
“Okay. This ones for all the bachelors. Would you proclaim your love for me? Bachelor one?”
“Hm…my love for____..Oh! I vould Proclaim you are zhe awesomest girl I’ve ever met and zhen I vould stick to you like glue!”
‘Aw that’s sweet.’
“Bachelor two?”
“Hm..I would tell you are the most beautiful lady i’ve ever met, tell you what I like about you and tell you I love you so much And that I only want you, no one else.”
My face got red from that answer. ‘Damn it! I’m blushing now!’
“B-Bachelor number three?”
“Mi Princesa. I would tell you i’ll only look at you, tell you you’re the only one for me.”
The lack of capitalization is absolutely shocking.
There was “Aww’s” and “OH MY GOD that was SO SWEET!”
‘God! Both of them are so charming!’
“Okay last question. I’m scared of thunder and lightning. What would you do?”
“I would keep you in my arms, pretected from anything.”
“Mi Princesa. I would snuggle close to you and have you in my arms the whole night, and nothing can hurt you.
“I vould let you curl up in my arms and just be vith you.”
…So they’d all do the same thing? O.e
“Okay _____-san who do you pick?
Let me guess, from it being a readerxEngland fic, I pick England.  Even though he REALLY doesn’t stand out here…
Ugh. Just this fic…
It isn’t as bad as it could have been.The concept isn’t HALF bad, It just could have been A LOT better.
The reader has Mary-Sue like qualities, there’s A LOT of spelling, grammatical and word-substitute errors, it’s hard to distinguish whether I’m meant to be some country and the concept of a game where all the bachelors are meant to be a mystery is just thrown out of the bloody window.

Tagged: Aph:EnglandAph:AmericaAph:PrussiaAph:SpainAph:CanadaReviewfanfictionAPHHetaliaOOCWhat the fuck?xReaderBad Grammar. Kind of.

16th June 2012

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REVIEW: FrancexReader- Love potion (A fanfic with what I think is rape, but I’m honestly not sure. Pretty disgusted either way).

Hello, good fans! I can’t believe we have so many followers already! Welcome, and thank you for watching us. We hope to keep you somewhat entrained, and don’t forget that if you find some WTF hetalia fanfiction, you can always send it over! xD

 This was another one sent in from dA, it is supposedly a FrancexReader. France is one of my favourite characters, so I’m already looking forward to how well he’ll be portrayed (*crossing fingers for no rape*). Let’s begin!

“Ring! Ring!” Your phone kept ringing, you picked up to see who it was.

Okay, minor nitpick, but it seems that our phone can now talk.

HOLY SHIT. CAN MY ACTUAL PHONE DO THAT?


“Hello (f/n), is that you?!” the person on the other line said.
First of all, no shit Sherlock. If you called my mobile, why wouldn’t it be me?
Secondly, you don’t need all the (f/n) bullshit. It completely disrupts flow of the story. I usually avoid it by saying something along the lines of “he called your name”. You can honestly skirt around it.
“Sadly yes.” you said realizing it was Francis Bonnefe, he was always so annoying calling you at the most odd times and confessing his undying love to you.
…Does France always randomly confess his love to random people? Okay, he likes to flirt and whatnot, and is often connected to love as a character. However, the author has not given me any background with Francis. Why does he love me? When did we meet?
THIS IS ALL SO CONFUSING!
“Can I come over to your house or maybe meet up somewhere mon amour*?” he said
AH! FRANCIS, YOU POOR SOUL! WHY HAVE YOU BEEN SO POORLY CHARACTERIZED? Why do you want to come over? WHY AM I YOUR LOVE?
“Sorry but I’m busy right now.” You hung up on him, going back to reading fan fiction on your computer.
…Wow.
I’m a total bitch.
                                                              ~~~Over to Francis~~~
“Beep…Beep” The phone went in his ear after a few moments. 
AM I THE ONLY ONE WITHOUT A TALKING PHONE?
I wonder whats keeping her so busy that she can’t see the gorgeous me,
WAIT. WHAT?
WHY ARE WE SUDDENLY IN FRANCE’S POV?
I better go help her she could her one of her beautiful fingers or she could already be hurt and she’s just trying to stop me from worrying.
...this sentence lacks sense.
Don’t worry (f/n) I’m on my way to help you!
                                                            ~~~Back to you~~~ 
You heard the door bell ring like crazy after awhile. ‘Maybe it’s Feliciano I just ordered some pizza from his restaurant.’
Feli now owns a pizza shop?
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
So you got the door and Francis practically squashed you when he tackled you to the ground yelling something you couldn’t understand since he was saying it so fast.
He’s suffering from symptoms of OOC’itis! QUICK, READER-TAN! GET HIM TO HOSPITAL BEFORE HE GOES ALL ‘LES POULETS’ ON YOUR ASS.
But one look at you and he shrieked in terror when he saw your nose bleeding a little. You pushed him off you. 
How wonderfully descriptive.
“It’s just a little blood nothing to worry about, now go away!” you said very angry that he was here and he didn’t have any pizza.
“But mon amour* your bleeding, how did you get hurt?!” frantically looking through his pockets for a tissue.
*”YOU’RE BLEEDING.”
And that is a good question. Because of the lack of description of WHAT THE FUCK just happened, we still don’t know if France hurt her, or if she got a kawaii-desu-animu style nosebleed.
“You! You idiot go away!” holding your hand over your nose.
“… …” Francis didn’t know what to say to that, so he got up and left. While he was leaving Feliciano pulled up in his car. 
…How nice of him to DITCH you.
“What are you doing at (f/n)’s house this late Feliciano?!”(11:30 PM is the time) Francis said.
There was no need to specify the time. Francis already mentioned it was late out.
“I’m here to give (f/n) something she really wants.” Feliciano said knowing how much Francis liked you.
…Oh, Feli. You’re just trolling him, aren’t you?
Francis grabbed Feliciano by his tie and pulled him in close and said “If you touch mon amour* you might not be able to make pizza ever again!” 
And France is suddenly OOC. What a surprise(!).
Why is he suddenly overly protective? Him and reader-tan are not even IN a relationship.
Feliciano gulped “I just came to bring her pizza. I’m sorry please don’t hurt me I’m just a virgin where do you think they get virgin olive oil, Please don’t hurt the virgin, We’re pathetic enough as it!”
I can no longer tell who has the worst characterization. Nice job, author.
“It better be the same when I come back here.” 
…That actually made me laugh.
BUT IT WAS THE ONLY TIME.
                                                     
                                                              ~~~ Back to Francis~~~
‘It sure is cold out tonight, I should have drove instead of walking from the pub. Now where was it again… I’m sure I’ll find it eventually.’
First of all, it’s ‘driven’. Second of all, Pub is within British sociolect. FRANCE DOES CANONICALLY NOT SPEAK ENGLISH.
While looking for the pub he saw a place with a union jack assuming it was the right bar he went inside.
Something seems a bit fishy about France going to an ENGLISH looking pub…
There were a whole bunch of strange bottles, books with forgotten languages, and a man with shaggy blonde hair and rather large eyebrows that looked like some caterpillars where resting there, he was also wearing a… Bathrobe? 
France, you are tresspassing England’s house. GET OUT. RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!
“What’s wrong with you, love?” He asked in a strong British accent.
A STRONG BRITISH ACCENT, HUH? I CAN’T TELL WHO THIS GUY IS. ESPECIALLY FROM HIS DESCRIPTION BEFORE.
BUT I’M GOING TO GO OUT ON A LIMB AND GUESS THAT THE PERSON IS HUNGARY.
/Sarcasm.
“The person I love doesn’t like me at all or love me… Wait did you just call me LOVE?!”
Do tell us, poorly characterized England!WHY?
“Would you rather I call you darling?” he said with a confused voice.
You’re awfully flirty tonight, Arthur.
“I’m a guy crétin*” 
“Oh sorry it’s just you hair is so long for a man”
BECAUSE THIS TOTALLY LOOKS LIKE A LADY
You really missed the facial hair? REALLY?
“Can’t you tell by my voice!”
THAT IS ALSO A VALID POINT.
“How ‘bout this I’ll help you get the person you love to love you to.”
England is officially the most OOC in this.
“You can do that for me.”
There should be a question mark here. OTHERWISE HE IS STATING HIS DEMAND, WHICH IS RATHER RUDE.
“Of course.*goes through some of the bottle and pulls and black one with a tiny rose around it out*
NO.
NO. THIS IS NOT HOW DESCRIPTION WORKS. WHY ARE THERE ASTERIXES?
ALSO, WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE DOING?
Here just have her drink this and she’ll be yours.
THIS IS NOT HOW LOVE WORKS.
And I promise you she’ll never leave your side, when she isn’t telling you she loves you she’ll be gazing at you lovingly, she won’t even eat before you and nothing will be to much for you to ask of her. She’ll worship you, she’ll beg for kisses weep for joy at you touch, if in time you look at another girl or do even more than that she’ll hurt but she’ll forgive you and love you just the same.”  bushy brows said.
THIS IS PRETTY FUCKING EVIL, YOU FUCKING DOUCHEBAG. YOU’RE GOING TO GO THIS FAR TO MANIPULATE A CHICK FROM HER HEAD, JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE A MINOR CRUSH? WHAT THE FUCK?
“There’s noway I would look at another woman (f/n) is the only one for me.”
You know, you’re being RATHER INCONSIDERATE OF WHETHER SHE LIKES ANOTHER GUY.
“Well take this and have (f/n) drink it you can put it anything.”
Francis took the bottle and headed back for your house.
                                                                  ~~~Your turn again~~~
You were enjoying your pizza  while looking at some more fan fiction and fan art.
It seems that looking at fanworks is all I ever do. God, my life is so exciting.
Then you heard your doorbell sound like it was having a seizure. You went to get it hoping it was Kiku with the mochi ice cream you ordered since he delivered late.
KIKU DELIVERS MOCHI ICE CREAM? GOD, THAT’S EVEN WORSE THAN FELI’S PIZZA SERVICE. YOU POOR THING.
When you opened the door it was Francis with two wine glasses and some wine from (year of birth). 
“Would you like to have some wine?” Francis said.
I can see no way in which this could possibly go wrong.
“Not even if it was the best in the universe and I thought I made it clear I didn’t want you to come back here!” you almost slammed the door on him but his foot was there so you couldn’t.
If he’s being a total creep, just slam it on his foot! He’ll be forced to move it any way!
“Please just one drink and you’ll never have to see me again.” he pleaded.
“Fine one drink.” you gave in.
Well, I’m pretty fucking gullible.
You lead Francis inside and showed him to the table.
“Wait right here I need to go to the crapper.” you said.
Because I honestly couldn’t have said ‘toilet’ or ‘bathroom’. No, that would make me much too normal.
While you were in the “Crapper” he poured the wine into the glasses one was tinted blue wile the other was tinted red he put the love potion in the blue tinted glass. When you came back he handed you the blue glass.
Since when does ANYONE drink wine straight from a glass? Or a coloured one, for that matter? France would probably be as classy as to bring along wine glasses >:C
You chugged it wanting to get this over with as soon as possible and have him leave you alone finally.
That is not how you drink wine, dipshit.
He took his time drinking his. When he was almost done you started feeling weird. His lips started to look more and more desirable, then you start noticing his body was actually pretty good looking.
This is a pretty shallow love potion, methinks.
You kept staring at him noticing more things that you wanted about him. ‘What are you thinking  (f/n) snap out of it you don’t like this guy.’ It seems you were staring to long since he seemed to notice looking happier than ever.
“Leave… Right now…”you said at him shyly.
He started leaving looking really sad, for some reason it hurt your heart to see that.
“Wait before you leave can you come here real quick.” you said
He came back looking a little bit happier but still sad. You leaned in and kissed him on his forehead lightly “Thanks for the wine.” you said.
Well, that was… Rushed.
Then you gave him another kiss but this one more passionate then the one you had done before.
Even more… Rushed.
Francis was surprised for a moment but, quickly kissed back sweet yet rough.
‘Sweet, yet rough’. Nice description. It’s like a weird oxymoron, but not quite, and I’m not sure if it even makes sense >….>
You pulled away for air and went back to kissing each other. As time went on it became more passionate and hotter. You eventually found your selves back on the couch but wearing much less then last time. 
WAIT
WAIT
WAIT.
HE GOT YOU INTO HAVING SEX VIA POTION. THE POTION COULD TECHNICALLY BE TAKEN AS A DRUG, SO ERM… He just date-raped you.
Wow.
Just
WOW.
This is disgusting. Okay, for one, France would never try to force his love onto reader-tan because of a FUCKING CRUSH. This is not how love works, AT ALL. Yes, feelings sometimes do need a little ‘push’, but it was obvious that Reader-tan DID NOT like France to begin with.
Had she had a ‘small’ crush on him in the beginning, but decided to not admit to it, I would have been fine; but this just horrifies me.
France was just out of character, the grammar was just… Wow.
And ugh. This was just… No.

Tagged: APHFrancexReaderHetaliaJust badOOCReviewfanficxReaderAPH:France

9th June 2012

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Hetalia-Don’t Be (a less than quality fanfic with rather shitty Mary Sues).

Let’s start this party off with something that was sent in by one of my friends. Apparently it’s from dA.

…Enough said.

France X Nonak
A/N: Enjoy

Because that Author’s note was totally necessary. Really.

=
Twilightain festival, the Summer Moonlit Dance, was tonight, and everyone was invited this year.
Twilight was with her sisters in the dressing room, getting ready.

I’m guessing that ‘Twilight’ is the author’s OC, since I don’t quite remember anyone in the anime, ect being called Twilight.

Joy.


Twilight was frowning at herself in the mirror. She wasn’t use to wearing dresses or skirts for that matter.
She was in a simple black dress, thin straps, cut at the knees, with black and white stockings and black boots that

Before you ask the editing in this story is really weird. Sentences are cut off at the beginning part, and it just seems overall sloppy >.>

only went half way up her shins. She wore her rose ring, and in addition, a black and silver flower bracelet.

Nonak smiled at herself, applying a layer of lip gloss. She wished Twilight would have let her do her hair, seeing as

Twilight’s hair was down and not styled. Nonak looked at her own outfit, a strapless, sparkling purple dress that

went to her ankles and she wore matching slippers. She had her nails done, painted a shinny purple and to top in

off she wore a black choker with a purple rose with white beads hanging from it. She was really happy with her

outfit, she even flatten her hair. It was so stubborn to her.

Hanza didn’t look in the mirror, but she did look down at her dress. She didn’t really like it, but…
She wore a green dress that was cut at the knees, dark green shoes, and most in impotently, black car ears.
She didn’t bother with styling her hair, in was fine with just being brushed, and makeup was too bothersome for

her, but the cat ears were a must. She didn’t feel like dancing without them.After all, they were newly made.

Uh,… What? …that’s a random quirk.



Kiwi placed her hair clip in her hair, moving the right bangs out of her face, so both her eyes were showing. Her

two colored eyes were her beauty, and if someone *cough*Prussia*cough* gave lip about it, she wasn’t afraid of

alittle beat out. She wore a black Chinese-style dress, that showed the side of her legs, but stop mid thigh. She had

sharp nails, and painted them black with red tips. No body see, no body knows.

I actually want to stop reading because of this editing, dammit.


Utopia, though she wasn’t Twilight sister, she was still a good friend to her, was with them.
She had her hair down and was finishing putting in a sparkling, light red bow clip in her long, blonde hair. She wore

a matching red dress that twinkled, like stars in the night sky, when she moved even alittle bit. She had wore bright

red high heals to match the dress. She even put on some of Nonak’s red, cherry flavored red lipstick, and alittle

blush helped. Her nails even had a coat of sparkly red.

All five were ready for the dance, though none were prepared for what the night had in shore for them…
-
Twilight had sat out the first three songs, which America had requested. How he manged to be the first to request

songs, Twilight nor the others, would ever know.
All the man 

That should be ‘men’

were required to wear some button up shirt, any color was allowed and wear pants, most towards

France, and shoes they could dance in comfortably. No need to dance on sore feet, after all, the dance goes from 8 

o’clock to 2 in the morning. This festivity was was on of the night ones Twilight was proud of, but it left many tired.

First of the songs, that America requested, was one from his ‘old’ days called “Shake Your Groove Thing” by

Peaches & Herb. Twilight had to admit, it wasn’t half bad. Nonak was dancing with Utopia and Kiwi to it and
America was dancing like he was going through the 70s, Twilight believes. She could tell England didn’t really

approve, but he didn’t say anything when Utopia, Nonak and Kiwi started dancing. Prussia ALMOST said

something, but then Germany pointed out Kiwi’s nails.

…What the hell is going on? O.O

No, really. Let’s go through that paragraph again. So, America is dancing like he’s in the 70’s (weird description, but I’ll accept it), and England isn’t approving. Okay, I get that. But what the hell is ‘Twilight believes’?

WHAT IS IT REFERRING TO? America dancing? The music?

WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE IN, TWILIGHT? HUH?!

And then, he doesn’t say anything when Utopia, Nonak and Kiwi start partying it up. What was he going to say, though? Comment on their dancing? Or something else?

And for the further matter, why the hell did he not say anything? Is there any reason for him to keep quiet? He’s not a nervous person, so this makes little sense.

AND THEN, Prussia was mean to say something.

WHAT WAS HE GOING TO SAY? THIS IS MAKING NO SENSE.

…And then Germany points out Kiwi’s nails.

Okay, then.


The second song, now that everyone was plumbed (again, somehow America knew…) the next song was called,
“Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now” it was from Cat’s Don’t Dance. This song got Greece and Hanza attention.
Because how the song was, Greece got Hanza to dance with him, it was at that moment Twilight noticed Greece

was wearing the cat ears Japan gave him. They were two ‘big cats’ dancing to a song about a cat living his dream.


The third song, which Twilight was confused since it was from Papa Sweden’s place, was called,
“Boogie Bam Dance” by the Caramella Girls. Nonak, Utopia and of course Twilight, all heard it before.

Any particular reason WHY or WHERE they’ve heard the song before?

…No?


Nonak wanted to dance it, so did Utopia, so they did, but they also tried to get Twilight to dance.
BUT, Twilight be too shy and stubborn, refused, making the two blondes dance the dance with just them, that was

until Finland, surprisingly, wanted to join in. So, the two girls let him, not knowing Sweden choked on his drink

when he saw his ‘wife’ dancing to the song with Nonak and Utopia. Twilight could see Nonak, Utopia, and her

sisters were having a great time. It was all going so well…

HOLY FUDGEMUFFINS, GUYS. I THINK SOMETHING SERIOUS IS GOING TO HAPPEN.


After the song ended, Liechtenstein pulled away from Switzerland, who was arguing with Austria about something,

Nice to see you’re being specific there, author.

and she looked through the list of songs and request a ‘sweet loving’ song. The DJ, Ralos Twilight’s younger twin brother, thought she wanted at slow song and nodded and put in a song too familiar with the crowd.

Oh, so it’ll be a universally known song, then.


He grabbed the mike and smiled, seeing everyone wanting the next song to start.
“Okay, everyone! It’s time to bring it down! So grab a partner!”
He then pressed some buttons and the song, “Last Night, Good Night” by Miku Hatsune, Append Light.

YUP. BECAUSE THE WHOLE WORLD LISTENS TO VOCALOID.


Twilight looked up at Ralos, he didn’t know this song had meaning to Nonak, but…
England walked over to Utopia, asked her for a dance, which she blushed and got his arm.

…Any particular reason WHY? Or has Utopia caught a case of the ‘desirable Mary-Sue’? It certainly seems a symptom when a guy who seems to have not had any feelings for a certain character spontaneously wants to be with her.

In any case, it’s just lazy-ass writing.


Kiwi said she needed a energy drink, Hanza and Greece both needed to get something to drink as well.
Nonak nodded to them and went to find Twilight, who hadn’t danced yet, nor requested anything. She hadn’t even moved from her seat by a white clothed table with a gollan of Blue Twilightain Wine. It wasn’t like wine France drinks, this wine wasn’t alcoholic and anyone could drink, the reason, Nonak knew, was because there was very little people in Twilight’s place that touched alcohol.

…Of course, people from Twilightain areMary suestoo good for alcohol. Any particular explanation why? Is it a universal belief there to not drink it? A religious thing? Biological?

…Nah, they’re just too busy being special little snowflakes.


Nonak smiled at your few-years-older sister, taking at seat next to her.
“Hey, Twi! How’s the wine?” Nonak said, jokingly. Twilight sighed, looking at her sister, then handing her a napkin.
*”You’re coved in sweat, and it’s burning up.” Twilight said, looking over at the couples, then back at Nonak.
“I know Ralos played this for a requested slow dance…so why are you here?” Twilight knew Nonak would love to dance with a certain Frenchman, so why was she here by someone who didn’t want to dance?
Nonak laughed, which made Twilight stop drinking her freezing wine.
“Because there’s no one to dance with.” This made Twilight sigh.

Except for, you know, the ROOM FULL OF PEOPLE.


‘Don’t lie…if you really want to, go ahead a dance with him. I promised you yesterday I wouldn’t try anything, as long as he kept it G rated.’

Someone please explain what the fuck that meant.

Really, I am honestly confused.



The song ended with little to no drama, the ‘little’ was Prussia ALMOST making fun of Kiwi, then her punching his arm.

Oh God, I LOVE their chemistry.


Nonak then went back to the dance floor, leaving Twilight with a ‘come dance soon!’ and a wave.
On her way back to Kiwi, Nonak heard some way too familiar voices.

“I can’t believe that she’s seating out on her own festival!” it was Belarus.
“I know right? Why would she? And did you see Nonak? She danced, but sat out of a slow song! How lame!”

WATCH OUT! HERE COME THE OOC FEMALE CHARACTERS MADE BITCHY FOR THE SAKE OF AN ANTAGONIST! RUN, MY PRETTIES, RUN!


That was Belgium. Her and Belarus were talking about Twilight and her. Nonak looked over and saw them.


They wearing their usual dresses and standing by the refreshments table. Nonak moved so she could listen in on them. Though it was wrong to easy drop, Nonak heard what they were saying.
“Twilight is completely anti-social! She doesn’t talk, she doesn’t smile, nor doesn’t participate in her own actives!”

“UGH, HOW DARE SHE BE SO ANTISOCIAL? THAT IS SO WRONG!”

…Am I the only one getting episode one MLP:FIM-ness from this. Especially since the antisocial one is Twilight?

…LOOK OUT, BITCH! THEY’RE GONNA SEND THE MAGIC OF FRINDSHIP ON YOUR ASS.


“I know! It’s so…embarrassing! And why’d Nonak sat out the slow dance?”

HOW IS BEING ANTISOCIAL ‘EMBARRASSING’?


“Maybe because she asked brother brother for a dance and he turned her down, which I know he would.”

Are you two honestly bitching for the sake of bitching? This gossip is so boring, I’d rather go and listen to FUCKING HITLER.


“Yeeeaaaah…but still, there’s other guys. Why not asked Spain or my brother? Why not…Sealand?”
They both started to laugh.

HAHAHA. SO HILARIOUS. SEALAND, OMG.

Nonak had heard enough. She walked down to the ramp, which lead to the hallway, to the stairs and then to roof top, where Twilight would go when she wanted to be left alone.

Let me guess, you’re butthurt?


Now, it was Nonak’s turn to be left alone. She didn’t want to dance anymore. She didn’t want to be made fun of.
-
France breathed in and out, then walked right up to Twilight. If he didn’t ask now, it’d be too late. Twilight was calm (he hoped) and was now drinking Vanilla Coke, America gave her, he was handing them out to everyone.

Awh, I thought she’d be more into her ‘special-snowflake’ wine.


France stood in front of Twilight who just stared at him.

Well, this is awkward.


“Twilight!?” he more or less yelled, annoying Twilight.

FRANCE. WHY ARE YOU YELLING?!


“What, France? What is it?” she asked, taking a sip of the Coke. Geeze, she loved the taste.
“I know you don’t like me much, but may I pleaze danze with Nonak?!”

You’ve said two lines in this fic so far, and your poor characterization is making me want to hang myself ;A;


“Okay, one; stop yelling and two; go ahead. She’s by Utopi-?” Twilight glanced at where her sisters and Utopia were, but Nonak wasn’t there. Twilight glanced around then sighed.
‘Well then…I don’t see her. She could be in the restroom, but there’s no way she’d leave this room without telling me…’ Twilight thought, then worry reached her. Using her magic, she read the minds of everyone.

magic.
MAGIC.
MAGIC.
MAGIC.
WHY THE FUCK IS SHE USING MAGIC? IS SHE RELATED TO ENGLAND OR SOME SHIT? BUT ENGLAND CAN’T READ MINDS. WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN, MISS. MARY-SUE? HUH? ANY REASON? WHY DID YOU NOT TELL US THIS BEFORE?


Some, she wish she hadn’t, some were just talking, some were asking to be kicked, but the ones she wanted to hear…
“Hey, where’s Nonak?” Kiwi asked.
“I don’t know, she was with Twilight a minute ago.” said Utopia.
“She in the bathroom?” Hanza asked.
Then the thoughts of Belarus and Belgium.
“Completely true! Nonak won’t find a date for the Summer’s Night!”
“I know! And Twilight will just sit out again!”

Why is Mary-SueTwilight sitting out on the dance such a major issue? So what if she just want’s to chill out? 


Twilight’s eyes glowed a bright, furious red. France backed away, putting his hands up.
“T-T-Twilight?!” It was one thing with Twilight was annoyed, but when her eyes changed colors,

OF COURSE THEY CHANGE COLOURS.

HEY, TWILIGHT? WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE THE REST OF THE HETALIA CAST (OH WAIT,  JUST THE GUYS, AS THE AUTHOR SEEMS TO NOT LIKE THE CHICKS) FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU, HUH? YOU KNOW, JUST TO COMPLETE THE WHOLE, FUCKING MARY-SUE PARTY?

that’s when ‘things’ happen, like fire falling from the sky or France meeting an un-perverted France.

Because France is a pervert every minute of the every single day.

Totally.


“France. Nonak is most likely on the roof, crying her eyes out.” Twilight walked out to the dance floor. France called out to her.
“Twilight? What are you doing?!”
“I’m going to teach two girls a lesson,” Twilight’s marks of the Seven Deadly Sins appeared.

“The marks of the seven deadly sins appeared.”

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?


Wrath on the left side of her neck. Pride on the ride side going down her arm. Sloth below and under her eyes. Gluttony on her belly (can’t be seen).

Then why bother mentioning it?

Lust on her chest leading up to the base of her neck. Greed on the back of her right wrist. Evny on her left wrist. They glowed with their trade colors.
“NO ONE HURTS MY SISTERS AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!”

Seriously, Twatlight, brah. They just commented on you being an anti-social person. Calm your probably double-D sized tits.

-
France dashed up the stairs, the music of ‘Down, Down’ by Jay Sean booming through the hallways.
France bursted open the doors and looked around, knowing if stayed quite he’d hear Nonak.
And, he did. The soft sobs, coming from the small tower Twilight loved.
One could hang their feet from it and jump down safely.
Nonak was there, with a napkin, tears running down her face. France frowned at the sight. Nonak was such a cheerful person.

That gets incredibly upset at the drop of a motherfucking hat.


‘It’s a crime to bring this country to tears…’
France straighten his shirt and walked over to Nonak.
“Ah-Hm…” he said, making the ‘clearing throat’ sound. Nonak jumped, startled. When she saw the Frenchman, she tried to smile, and wiped away her tears.
“H-Hi, France. Um, sorry. Something…flow into my eyes. Thought I’d cry it out.”

Seems legit.


France titled his head, then smiled softly at her and sat down by her.
“Twilight knowz.” he said, looking up at the sky, Twilight’s night sky was so blue…and sometime purple.
“Zhe read zome mindz and went to talk to zoze two…you don’t need to hide it.”

FUCK YOU, France. You seemed intelligent until you began to talk.


Nonak chuckled at this, smiling through her tears.
“That’s so like Twi, wanting to protect her family.”

By making her “seven deadly sins marks” pop out.


“Becauze of…” France trailed off, Nonak nodding to what he was getting at. France sighed through his nose, then looked back at the sky. He wanted to make Nonak feel better, but how?

Tell her to stop being such a pussy.


“What…was it that…those two were talking about that upsetting you?”
“Me.” “Qu’est-ce?” France asked, confused.

Two people talking in the same paragraph! BECAUSE FUCK GRAMMAR!


“Me and most Twilight. It’s not Twi’s fault for not wanting to get involved with others! She just has a hard time trusting outside her family and the Nordics!”

…Why?

Nonak busted into tears, remembering how Twilight use to be.
France wrapped his arm around her, holding her trembling form.
“If it wasn’t for that stupid war! She’d be smiling all the time! And…I can’t help it if some songs have meaning to me! And I’d rather listen to them then dance to them! And don’t you think it’s better to sit and talk to someone who’s too shy to ask anyone to dance with her?! I can’t stop to think Belarus and Belgium are right!” Nonak cried again.

…About what?


France understood. Twilight was shy. She didn’t like getting close, the Nordics took her in at one time, Sweden adopted her, making her his daughter and Finland became her ‘mother.’ Norway and Iceland became her big brother and little brother, along with Sealand. And Denmark, the ‘annoying’ big brother.
And…

France wrapped both arms around Nonak’s shoulders. She had once told him about North Sky. How he gave Twilight the crest shape scar on her upper back when she was still a small child. How she, her old Day-Break, and even Kiwi went to war with North Sky to protect Twilight. That’s how their ‘real’ lives started.

…WHO THE HELL ARE THESE PEOPLE?


A bitter beginning. France nodded, then left Nonak’s head with his hand and her chin.
He wipe away her tears with his sleeve and smiled as her tears stopped.
Then, he kissed her forehead. It was a shock to Nonak, since she was sure Twilight would come out and kill France, but no. Everything was the same, she felt warm.
“Don’t be. Don’t be sad or helpless or angry or anything. This is a dance, where everyone should be happy. I want to see Nonak smiling. Okay, ma belle Nonak?”
Nonak nodded, smiling now.
They walked back down, hand in hand.

Hooray for forced-on romance! :D

/sarcasm.


-
The song now playing was ‘Fireflies’ by Owl City, requested by Haven Isle.
Nonak looked around to find Twilight talking with Ice and Norway.
‘She’s…talking!’ Nonak smiled at the sight. Then Twilight turned to her PapaSweden and MamaFinland.

PAPASWEDEN-ASDFGHJKL.

I HAVE NO WORDS OR GIFS TO EXPLAIN MY HEAD-DESKS RIGHT NOW.


Sweden was wanting to do ‘something’ but couldn’t really name it. This was confusing Finland.
Twilight sighed, and pushed Finland’s back to make a scene Nonak turned away from.
‘She made them kiss….’ she thought following France to the DJ.

…What a bitch.


“Bonjour, Raloz!” he yelled, as Ralos waved.
“Quoi de neuf, la France!” Ralos said, surprising Nonak.
“Since when do you speak French?!” “Since you bought that French Translation book!”

That is totally how you learn a language, you know.


“Ralos! You play this zong?!” France handed him a CD. Rolar nodded.
“Grande! Track ONE, okay?” “Oui!”
France lead Nonak back to the dance fall as ‘Fireflies’ ended.
Nonak looked at him, confused.
“What was that about?” “I requezted a zlow zong.” he said, smiling.
Ralos then took the mind, smiling.
“Okay, everyone. It’s that time. Grab your beloved one, it’s time of a couples dance. So let’s remember our ‘Lucy’.”
Nonak heart skipped beat. France smiled, his rare one. Full of meaning, love and understanding.
“*Hey, Nonak(Lucy), I remember your name.”

…Uh… What?


-
Twilight sat on the couch with Japan next to her. She was watching everyone.
Sweden and Finland, her Papa and Mama, were dancing together, more of less awkwardly, since Fin wanted to lay his head on Sweden’s chest but so too shy to do so.
Utopia and England were dancing, Utopia’s head resting on England’s shoulder, with them merely spinning in the same spot.

SPINNING, YOU SAY?


Kiwi and Russia were smiling, both sleepy and saying ‘Kolkolkol’ and ‘Cornercornercorner.’


Hanza and Greece were sitting down, Hanza’s head on Greece’s shoulder, Greece’s head on Hanza’s head.
China had decided to stop avoiding Ralos and to go up and stand next to him and hold his arm. China was being sky with Ralos, never really knowing Ralos just wanted them to talk like friends.

‘Was being sky’

What?


Twilight smiled, her rare, VERY rare smile.

IT’S SO RARE!


France and Nonak were dancing, looking into each others eyes, never leaving the other.
Japan saw this too and smiled.
“Nonak-san is rucky.” he said, watching the two as Twilight did.
“Mmm.” Twilight’s respons. Japan then glanced at Twilight’s hand. Her right hand was right there….
Japan sighed and spoke in Japanese, forgetting Twilight spoke his togue perfectly.
“Watashi wa anata no te o nigiritai to omoimasu.”
Twilight looked at him, then said,
“Naze anata wa shimasen ka?”
Japan blushed then took Twilight’s hand in his. Twilight looked back over to Nonak to see a scene she had to reframe herself from KILLING France.
“….he’s kissing her….ON the lips…..”
Japan had that anime sweat drop appear as Twilight yelled.
“FRANCE!!!! I SAID NO KISSING!!!!! YOU WANT TO BE PUNISHED TOO!!!!!???

And that, THANK FUCKING GOD, is the end of that!

Well, it started out harmless enough, but progressively got worse. Why would you antagonize the girls? They weren’t even doing anything wrong for fucks sakes! Their ‘bitching’ was completely pointless and… Sweet jesus, what the hell was up with the grammar? Especially towards the end!

Please sort Twilight’s character out. Just… Please.

Remove the magic or the “Seven deadly sins” bullshit. Or at least EXPLAIN THEM.

…Just, ugh -_-

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