Author has written 3 stories for Hetalia - Axis Powers.
It's nice to meet you!
My penname is constantly changing, but you can call me Viro, I guess I don't care.
I don't really know why you're reading this introductory crapola, but it's a free country, so do whatever the heck you want.
So here I go!
I like pasta.
I'm not telling you how old I am, so I'll just say I'm younger than twenty and older than two
I love soccer and basketball
I love lemons and tomatoes! YAY FOR ITALIAN FRUIT! (YES, a tomato is a fruit. It's just taxed as a vegetable... You learn something every day.)
I am an Italian-American. WHOOT.
My Hetalia pairings: Spamano, DenNor, GerIta, USUK, Franada, PruHun, RoChu, Giripan, SuFin, LietPol, AmeBel, and SwitzLiech :D
Prucan is okay, and so is PruAus. Frain, SpUK, Prumano, NorIce, RusAme, RusPru, and FrUK, Germancest, and Itacest are just...wrong. Sorry.
SIDENOTE: America and Japan=Bromance. There's nothing romantic about them. XD
"I understand that Scissors can beat Paper, and I get how Rock can beat Scissors, but there's no freaking way Paper can beat Rock. Paper is supposed to magically wrap around Rock leaving it immobile? Why the hell can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they attempt to take notes in class? I'll tell you why; Because paper can't beat anybody! A rock would tear that crap up in two seconds. When I play rock/ paper/ scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, oh crap, I'm sorry, I thought paper would protect you, you idiot."
"Doctor, Doctor, help!! Everyone keeps ignoring me!"
"Please, trust me. I most definitely can be cheerful. I cam be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me."
"To the me who lives at some point in time and who isn't alone,
Once again, I made some mistakes, and also some progress. Meanwhile, I finally, but slowly, began to learn to rely on my friends. I was constantly afraid that everyone would blame me for dragging them into this, and that they would hate me, or be appalled at me, or get mad at me, and leave me...
But then I was told I had the wrong idea.
They were very mad at me. It hurt so much. Not that they hit me, but it really hurt.
I finally figured it out, but I can't pass this memory on to my next self.
Unfortunately, I'll lose my life yet again.
That's why I'm writing a letter.
Say thanks to England.
And tell them the truth. I'm sure they'll get mad, but it's not that they hate you or think you're a pain.
Why didn't you rely on your friends sooner? What are friends for?
That's what they told me, and that's what they're going to tell you too.
I'm sure I'll cry...and then...and then..."
"Fine! I'll run! I'll run ten laps! I'll run as many laps as you want! But I'll run away! And then Germany...will have to run... to catch me..."
"I never thought that watching someone tie their own shoelaces could make me break down and cry..."
"I told every little star just how sweet I think you are. Why haven't I told you?
I told ripples in a brook; "Help make my heart an open book." Why haven't I told you?
When friends ask me if I'm in love, I always answer, "Yes."
Might as well confess; If I don't, they'll guess.
Baby, say you love me too. Oh my darling, if you do,
Why haven't you told me?"
“It’s alright to remember someone that is dear to you. Keep that person in your heart, and hold onto all of your precious memories."
"Enter the X Factor, the undetermined, the unmeasurable, undefined, unpredictable quantity in the equation of this second, this moment. That Factor is You. Fight Fate. Defy Destiny. The path the world follows will be the one carved by your very hands.
Your life is not a coincidence. Your talents were not given blindly. Take a stand, make the choice, and make this world what it can be...what it will be."
"...You were alone your entire life, weren't you? Never knowing the joys of being loved, of having friends..."
"I think it makes me special! I'm the only human in the whole world who doesn't need others."
It's funny how hello is always accompanied with a goodbye.
It's funny how good memories can start to make you cry.
It's funny how forever never seems to really last.
It's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past.
It's funny how "friends" can just leave you when you're down.
It's funny how when you need someone they're never around.
It's funny how people change and think they're so much better.
It's funny how many lies can be packed in one "love letter".
It's funny how people forgive even though they can't forget.
It's funny how one night can contain so much regret.
It's funny how ironic life turns out to be.
But the funniest part of all... Is that none of that's funny to me.
That's all I have to say. Look below for my stories. I am a very slow writer, so I only update once in a blue moon. I'm trying to get better about that. Expect faster updates in the summertime!
Hasta la pasta!