AN;;

Uh.

Hello, guys.

Am I allowed to do this?

I need, like, a FFN consultant. Someone to just consult whenever I think I might be breaking some unspoken (or maybe spoken) FFN rule.

Well, anyway, I am just telling you I'm not dead (for those of you that haven't looked at this for a while).

And that I haven't given up on this story.

And . . . . . I was gonna, like, have a nice apology, but whatever I type kind of just sounds pathetic. :T If you're disappointed that this isn't a new chapter, I'm sorry. Just in case you haven't looked, yet, I edited the last chapter, though I still don't know if I'm satisfied with the silly thing.

I'll delete this, don't worry.

But I just feel like a kind of really horrible person for saying I'd edit it and then be gone for months on end. I mean, I didn't originally get an account and start writing for anyone but myself, but all of you seem so nice! I don't want you guys to be upset (too much) or anything ;c;

I've been super busy and school seems really stupid at the moment and I'm trying not to get sick and my friend had surgery and apparently it's unhealthy to not have a social life so

...

okay okay

Here.

Have an omake.

Or whatever. idk

It's a joke I was told the other day.

Actually, I don't know if it counts as racist, maybe I shouldn't tell it.

Um.

Okay fine, I'll give it a shot, but if anyone's offended I'll take it down (I'M SO STUPID HOW CAN I NOT TELL IF SOMETHING IS RACIST OTL SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE).

I . . . Hetaliaized it. So. alskdjfaslkdf


There was a joke here but I took it out because it was really bad and horrible and I was really displeased with it. It wasn't funny to begin with. But if you're curious, it involved Germany, Japan, and cars.


WOW OKAY AFTER TYPING THAT OUT IT DOES SEEM RACIST I'M SORRY IF YOUR EYES BLED

I kind of really hate typing accents.

Datsun was originally DAT and is now known as Nissan.

Okay.

Uh.

I'm an idiot, sorry.

To make it up to you, here, have something with Lithuania and America (oh dear).


It was a dark and stormy night.

The storm was so loud and dangerous, that the nations had to hurry to get out of the rain.

They found themselves in a dilapidated house. The windows were cracked and all the mirrors shattered.

There was a creak.

A giant monster scuttled out of the shadows, waving noodly arms around like a mad scientist's hair.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAH" it boomed, louder than the thunder that rattled their rib cages.

America shrieked and Lithuania fell ghostly pale. What kind of hero was afraid of monsters? If there was no hope for America, there was no hope for him, either!

It chased them up the stairs to a dead end.

And gobbled up their toes.

"No, no!" they cried.

BUT IT WAS TOO LATE.

Then Lithuania got a really, REALLY bad stomach ache. Worse than usual!

That was the fateful night he found out he was lack-toes intolerant.

BUM BUM BUMMMMMMMM


I did mention I was an idiot, right?

On a serious note, who here is willing to give reading a scarier chapter a try?

I've never tried horror story or scary story or even campfire story before.

And, if you haven't noticed, this IS my guinea pig story (that just so happens to be turning out better than expected...).

Yes? No? Maybe?