Hello my little derplings, so I decided to write a Hetalia fic! (Maybe this makes you happy maybe it doesn't, I have no idea.) Anyways I should go ahead and let you know that 1. It is going to be pretty long (hopefully) ranging anywhere from 40,000 to 100,000+ Words, just depending on how much I get into this.
I made an OC, yes, as much as you may hate me for it. *Raises hands in surrender* Please don't shoot! But she is not a Mary-Sue, nor will she have all of the Hetalia boys falling for her (if any of them do, that is) She won't be hopping in and out of showers, or popping her Ps, or drinking any Starbucks, or throwing her hair in messy buns, or staring into anyone's "orbs" (Seriously why does everyone refer to eyes as orbs, I mean, do you even English?), or doing whatever it is that all these Mary-Sued OCs do these days. Because unlike the supermodel beautiful/hyper-intelligent/talented in every way possible Mary-Sues that we see sometimes, she's not perfect.
Nobody's perfect.
*Cue Hannah Montana Song*
Hehe...
And if she does end up being a Mary Sue, I give you permission to punch me; right through the screen of your phone/computer/whatever device you're using to read this.
Anyways off of that note (I was rambling, as usual. What a surprise.) It's about time you stopped listen to moi, the annoying author, and read the story.
There will be a ship, and probably some crack pairings as well. (There is obviously romance in this, people) Ohonhonhon *nudge nudge* *wink wink* *suggestive smirk* I'm pretty bad at writing anything lemony though... But maybe I'll get better, or maybe I'll just write a lime and be happy with it... Or maybe idk. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
And as always, I do not own Hetalia. All credits go to Hidekazu Himaruya. The only thing I did was write this story.
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The Magnificent Mess of a Girl Called Chris (A Hetalia Story)
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