Author has written 2 stories for Hetalia - Axis Powers, and Star Ocean.
I like to remain inconspicuous on here, because this is like my Yaoi fix website, so it's awkward when people see the kind of crazy shit I read and write in my free time.
Name: I prefer that you call me by an alias, as I don't want some jackass with a Death Note getting ahold of my name and trying to kill me. People call me Spain, Antonio, Ton Ton, Toni, assorted variations of that, as well as some other random names that truly make no contextual sense.
Age: Approximately 14, however if you measure age starting at conception, I'll be 15 this Valentines Day.
Location: There are a million other places I wish I could be, but nope, 21st century, Canada. And no, I'm not going to "Eh?" for you because the only times I've ever heard people say that is in Azumanga Daioh, a JAPANESE anime. Stereotypes are usually funny and accurate but they could do much better with the Canadian stereotypes.
Race: Humanoid. Nah, that was a lie, I'm an elf. Tolkien style, none of those stupid wannabe elves from modern pop culture.
Favourite TV Show: Star Ocean EX, Lost, Hetalia
Favourite Movie: Hobo With A Shotgun, Saw series, Lord Of The Rings Trilogy
Favourite Artists: System of a Down, Mindless Self Indulgence
Fandoms that I'm Into:
Pairings that I deliberately search for because I give a shit (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER):
- Legolas/Gimley Even though Gimley is an annoying ugly fuck! Shame, no one writes it very well.
- Britain/America They can pull off sexy AS WELL AS cute, mushy nostalgia shit.
- Germany/Italy IF DONE RIGHT ...which rarely happens.
- France/ Britain
- Luke/Obi Wan
There's a lot more, but I honestly just don't feel like writing it all down.
Genres in which I typically read:
- Humour: Funny stuff. Brightens your life up, laughing your ass off like a crazy person is always fun.
- Romance: Mainly Yaoi, the occasional Yuri or Hetero.
- Parody: Because making fun of shit that people work hard on is always heartwarming. ;D
- Cute Mushy Nostalgia Shit: I know that it's not an official genre but I love it so it should be.
- 100% Plotless Smut: I'm extremely picky but it's still awesome. Inner pervert says "Yo", by the way.
Fanfiction that I write or would like to write:
- Romance: I don't even believe in real life love but in the fictional world, I'm a total sap for it.
- Humour: I am often told that I'm funny in the real world, but in Fanfiction, I fail. I want to succeed in making people laugh. Just once. More if possible, but I'd be happy with one funny story that people like.
- Cute Mushy Nostalgia Shit: I'd like to have written one just because I love it so.
- Adventure: I like writing about actual shit happening.
- 100% Plotless Smut: I'd like to try it but I'll have to escape the radar of my parents before that happens.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bed room for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another.
"Mummy... Johnny brought a gun to school. He told his friends that it was cool. And when he pulled the trigger back, it shot with a great crack. Mummy, I was a good girl. I did what I was told. I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold. But Mummy, when I went to school that day, I never said "Goodbye". I'm sorry Mummy. I had to go, but Mummy please don't cry. When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another, and all because he got the gun from his older brother. Mummy, please tell daddy that I love him very much. And please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush. And tell my little sister that she is the only one now. And tell my dear sweet Grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now. And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best. Mummy, I'm not the first. I'm no better than the rest. Mummy, tell my teachers I won't show up for class, and never to forget this, and please don't let this pass. Mummy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this. Mummy, warn the others. Mummy, I left without a kiss. And Mummy, tell the doctors that I know they really did try. I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry. Mummy, I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest. But Mummy, please remember: I'm in heaven with the rest. Mummy, I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack. Mummy, listen to me, if you would. I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new. I guess I'm not going with Daddy on that trip to the new Zoo. I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid, I wanted to be an actress. Mummy, I wanted to live. But Mummy, I must go now. The time is getting late. Mummy, tell my Chris that I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date. I love you Mummy. I always have. I know you know it's true, Mummy. All I wanted to say is "Mummy I love you".
In memory of the Columbian students that were lost. Please, if you would Pass this around, I'd be happy if you could. If you pass this on, maybe people will cry. Just keep this in heart for the people that didn't get to say "goodbye".
Dead men lying on the bottom of the grave
They were crying when their sons left
They were crying when their sons left
Young men standing on the top of their own graves
-Soldier Side, System of a Down
List twelve of your favorite characters from your fandom, in no particular order. Then answer the questions about them.
1) Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fic? Do you want to?
Nope, I think I'd shoot someone if I read that.
2) Do you think Four is hot? How hot?
Yeah, I'd say he's pretty hot. Maybe a 9/10. Sexy hair, nice body, nice eyes, cute facial expressions... Okay now I'm ranting. It's shut up time now. xD
3) What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?
That's actually quite possible! Inner GerIta fangirl would be a bit cheesed off but a Germany/Japan mpreg might actually be interesting..
4) Can you recall any fics about Nine?
Nothing with him by himself... I read one where he cheated on Hungary with Switzerland, the damn bastard. Besides the cheating and heartbreak and annoying perception of Hungary, it was quite interesting.
5) Would Two and Six make a good couple?
It's almost as if I planned that! But I honestly didn't! Anyway, yes, they would make an adorable couple, I genuinely like USUK.
6) Five/Nine or Five/Ten? Why?
Canada/Austria OR Canada/Hungary
Hungary is sweet and nice and such, her personality might fit in with Canada's shyness quite well actually!
7) What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve kissing?
What would happen if Prussia walked in on England and Germany kissing?
Prussia would probably pop a cap in West's ass. Does anyone even use that expression anymore? Because I liked it when it was used. And it fits this situation. Prussia would go apeshit. He'd be all "WEST?! WTF WHY ARE YOU MACKING WITH FRUKING SCONEBREATH?! TOTALLY UNAWESOME!! D:
8) Is there any such thing as One/Eight fluff?
I haven't read/seen/whatever that because I think Japan belongs with Greece and Spain with Romano... but there are a bunch of crack pairings. I wouldn't be surprised.
9) Suggest a title for Seven/Twelve hurt/comfort fic.
GERMANCEST! Damn I suck at titles... Some wurst and beer shit, that'd work, right?
10) Does anyone on your friends list consider Three hot?
Well... I don't really list my friends.. I don't know where to draw the line between acquaintances and friends and besties for one... But anyway, I think he's hot! I haven't heard them actually say "Romano is hot" but it's a common unspoken truth that he is.
11) Do any of your friends write or draw Eleven?
I tried drawing him once in a group shot. He was the only character I completely finished drawing. So yes, I suppose that I did.
12) Would anyone on your friends list write Two/Four/Five?
Again with the lists: What the fuck! But yeah, I'm not one for three ways, I think you should choose one or the other or neither. But FrUK and FranAda are both popular pairings and I've heard of Britain/Canada so I think it could very well work. I'll bet someone would write it.
13) If you wrote a Song-fic about Eight, what song would you choose?
Turning Japanese. If that's racist, well shit! But that just came to me and it's all I can think of.
14) If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve fic, what would the warning be?
"Warning: This shit is fucking weird."
15) When was the last time you read a fic about Five?
Earlier today, I read some Shota fic about Canada and Kumajiro. I was skimming though and I think I stopped reading near the end.
16) (1) and (7) are in a happy relationship until (7) dumps (1) for (9). (1), brokenhearted, goes on one date with (11), has an unhappy breakup with (12), then follows the wise advice of (5) and finds true love with (3).
Spain and Prussia are in a happy relationship until Prussia dumps Spain for Austria. Spain, broken hearted, goes on one date with Italy, has an unhappy breakup with Germany, then follows the wise advice of Canada and finds true love with Romano.
OMGWTFBBQ THIS IS A SIGN! THAT ACTUALLY WORKED OUT! I NEED TO WRITE THAT NOW!!
17) What title would you give this fic?
This Made Me Doubt My Atheism For A Split Second.
18) 10 invites 4 and 8 to their house for dinner.
Hungary invites France and Japan to their house for dinner.
That might be a tad awkward. I don't think that they all interact well together. I don't think they argue a lot or anything, but as far as I know, that's not going to become the new Bad Touch Trio.
6 and 11 are in the middle of a game of Scrabble.
America and Italy are in a game of Scrabble.
America pwns his ass like a badass hero. Italy makes some pasta.
3 and 5 show up drunk to 1 and 9’s joint birthday party.
Romano and Canada show up drunk to Spain and Austria's joint birthday party.
Canada goes and does some stupid shit, ends up with France, who is obviously invited and FranAda occurs. Romano confesses his love for Spain and they have a birthday fuck. Austria humps the piano.
Suggest a plot idea for a 3/11 fic.
I read an AmeCan kinda like this. Romano is the unpopular kid, Italy is cool, everyone loves him. But Italy secretly is in love with his brother. They start fooling around and shit because they share a room but they fear the thought of Grandpa Rome catching them because he frowns upon homosexuality and shares a view of disgust with the majority of the population on incest.
6 buys 9 a gift for their birthday?
America buys Austria a gift for their birthday.
Okay, then what? I guess Austria says thanks and opens it. It's a can of jelly beans with those springy snakes in it. America is all LOL, Austria is all WTF. The end. That was shit.
I am very interested in the debate relating the acceptance of corporal punishment and such. Hence my obession with the SAW movies as well as Death Note and Hobo With A Shotgun. I am team Jigsaw and Hobo all the way. John Kramer (Jigsaw) is justice. Same with Hobo. But I'm on L's side as for Death Note. I suppose it depends on the extent of it. Jigsaw gives them a second chance, it's a method of rehabilitation. Hobo kills only despicable criminals with no hope im their lives. He spares the good people, and he takes responsibility for his actions. Light kills using just a name and face. He never met those people. He doesn't allow them to repent their crimes. He kills all who oppose him. He kills to cover his own ass. That's not right. So, Team HoboJigsawJustice and Team anti-Kira.
In order of favouriteness:
Hobo With A Shotgun
That was pointless but I thought it was fun to make that list so yeah, I'm keeping it.
Hobo With A Shotgun
"Some people got beds to sleep on, where they can crawl under the covers and have a good night's rest. But other people, they don't got beds at all. Instead they gotta find an alleyway, or a park bench where some fucker's not gonna stab them. But just because they don't got beds doesn't mean they're homeless. 'Cause guess what? They've got the biggest home of any of us. It's called the streets! And right now, we're all standing in their home, so maybe we should show them some goddamn respect. If this is their home, they've got a right to keep it clean, don't they? And sometimes on the streets, a broom just ain't gonna fucking cut it. That's when you gotta get a shotgun!"
"I think I'm okay now. I just tell my brain when I know I'm hurting. I just say I got nothing for you buddy... Nothing to make it go away, so just go to hell. And he goes. He's like a brother to me now and brothers fight sometimes."
[to a group of newborn babies] "I used to be like you... a long time ago. All brand new and perfect. No mistakes, no regrets. People look at you and think of how wonderful your future will be. They want you to be something special... like a doctor or a lawyer. I hate to tell you this, but if you grow up here, you're more likely to wind up selling your bodies on the streets, or shooting dope from dirty needles in a bus stop. And if you're successful, you'll make money selling junk to crackheads. And don't think twice about killing someone's wife, because you won't even know it's wrong in the first place. Maybe... you'll end up like me. A hobo with a shotgun."
"Congratulations. You are still alive. Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. But not you. Not anymore."
"I want to play a game."
"How much blood will you shed to stay alive?"
"3 hours from now the door to this house will open. Unfortunately, you only have 2 hours to live."
"Those who do not appreciate life do not deserve life."
"You all possess the combination to the safe. Think hard. The numbers are in the back of your minds. The clue to their order can be found over the rainbow."
"Live or die. Make your choice."
Requiem For A Dream
[examining her newly dyed hair] "Well then... what's orange? If this is red, I wanna know, What's orange?"
"I don't think you'll be puttin' any more dope in that arm."
"The ones who aren't human are people like you!"
"When you're miserable, you need to make someone even more miserable than yourself."
"I pull the trigger, the gun goes off. The beach gets bloody and you get dead."