Fandoms Unite [Fandomstuck] (ON HIATUS)

Ch. 2 - Flip the Fuck Out

Enter name.

HETALIA FANDOM

Your name is the HETALIA FANDOM. You started as a WEBCOMIC, but now you're an ANIME and some other stuff. You love HISTORY and know pretty much EVERYTHING there is to know about every COUNTRY. You love PASTA, HAMBURGERS, and other foods from around the world. You're a pretty good cook, too, except when it comes to baking SCONES or anything else from the UK. You're usually HAPPY all the time, and you normally suck at FIGHTING. But you're still pretty BADASS. You have a BEST FRIEND who used to HATE you, but now he pretty much PROTECTS you from everything. Everyone seems to LOVE you and think you're ADORABLE. You can make almost anyone SMILE.

You were just saved by your best friend...again. Why can't you just fight for yourself? There are plenty of strong characters in your show, and definitely more than there are weak ones. Russia is pretty powerful. Scary, too. America won a war against one of the greatest empires when he was just a teenager with poorly-trained soldiers, and he has super strength for some reason. And Prussia is just plain awesome! So why can't you be like them?

Stop asking yourself that question. You know it's because of the main character, Italy. But historically, even Italy is a pretty strong country, and your show is supposed to be loosely based off of actual history, right?

You usually don't think about these things much, and when you do, you get distracted by something else and move on. So after thinking about why you can't be stronger, you go and find a kitchen to make pasta.

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You sit in your room, eating the pasta you just made and watching anime, and yes, it is your own. You're just bored. There's nothing fun to do in this base! When are the other fandoms gonna defeat the bad guys already so you can leave?

Adventure Time suddenly kicks your door down, sword in hand and cute white hat on, as usual. She looks a bit scared. "Hetalia! You have to come down to Homestuck's room! He just got an update!"

"Wait, he still got an update at a time like this?" you ask, standing with your pasta still in your hands.

"Apparently, yes," she says, still frantic. "Now come on!"

You follow her down a couple flights of stairs. You know how Homestuck gets when Hussie updates. Even just the smallest thing could make him flip shit, and you're usually the only one who can calm him down. But since you're used to it, you don't really freak out as much as Adventure Time seems to be doing, since she and most other fandoms have never seen Homestuck after an update.

The two of you reach Homestuck's room, where you can hear a few fandoms yelling. Probably Doctor Who and Supernatural, you guess. You know Sherlock fandom would be in there with them, but he doesn't do much yelling. You open the door and walk in, Adventure Time right behind you.

The room is a mess, and Homestuck's laptop is smashed on the ground. Doctor Who and Supernatural are yelling at Homestuck to stop trying to break everything, while Sherlock stands and watches, deep in thought, or at least pretending to be.

"Homestuck," you say in a loud but calm voice. "Dude, calm down. Everything's gonna be fine, alright?" You slowly walk up to him and place a hand on his shoulder. He looks at you with angry green tears dripping from his eyes. The gray makeup he puts on to look more like a troll is coming off and smudging, and one of the yellow contacts he uses is gone. "I can't believe Hussie is such a dick!"

"Wow," Supernatural mumbles with a smirk. "I never knew that demon could freak out so much over a couple deaths."

"I'M NOT A FUCKING DEMON YOU FREAK!" Homestuck yells at the winged fandom.

"Pssh, you're calling me a freak?" Supernatural laughs, stepping forward. Doctor Who, who clearly has more common sense than him, rolls his eyes and stops him from stepping any closer.

Homestuck raises his sickles and walks right up to Supernatural, stopping a foot from him. He looks up at his face, as he is significantly shorter than him. "Do you really want to do this right now?!"

"Alright!" Sherlock suddenly cuts in, stepping between them and pushing them away from each other. "I would not normally need to bother with other fandoms' strange and pointless conflicts, but since Doctor Who feels the need to drag me with him whenever he decides to help you and your problems, I have no choice but to put an end to this so I do not have to endure it anymore. The solution is simple, really. I suggest that the two of you either make up, which I don't believe is possible at this point, or you just don't talk to each other. Even Hetalia could think of that, and all he thinks about is pasta."

"Pastaaa~!" you exclaim happily.

"You heard him," says Supernatural, eyes still locked with Homestuck. "Get outta here, demon."

"If you haven't noticed, this is my room, angel boy," Homestuck shoots back. Supernatural glares at him for a second, then finally leaves with Doctor Who and Sherlock. Adventure Time, who you totally forgot was even here, leaves, too. Once it's just you and him, he kicks his broken laptop across the room and flops down face-first on the couch. "THIS IS STUPID," you hear his muffled voice.

You do that thing he taught you where you pat his head or something to calm him down. What did he call it...? Oh well, who cares. His alien troll stuff confuses you anyway.

You continue to try to calm him down until he's quiet, and once he is, you decide to stay anyway because you have nothing better to do, and maybe when he's completely calmed you guys can hang out and stuff.

Be the fandom with OCD.

You are now the fandom with OCD.

What? No, no, you don't have OCD...no. You just like it when things are neat and symmetrical. And sure, you usually have an impulse to fix every asymmetrical thing you see and freak out when someone mentions that number before eight, but you definitely don't have OCD. Nope. Not at all. Notice my sarcasm.

You are currently trying to make everything in your room absolutely perfect. Because each room in the fandom base changes according to which fandom claims it, the room was already perfect, but just not perfect enough. One of the paintings was 0.5 degrees away from being perfect and therefore symmetrical with the others.

You then observe your appearance. Your hair is symmetrical...for the most part. It's dirty blonde color is even, and the bangs are symmetrical, but then there are those three white stripes that just won't fuck off. Your eyes are both red, so that's symmetrical. Your black and gray jacket is pretty symmetrical, but on the left side there's a skull, and that bothers you. But unfortunately, all of your clothes are like that for some reason.

After failing to dye those uncool white stripes in your hair, you decide to--

Ugh, this is boring. From what we've all read, you're not very interesting. Little do we know about your soul-eating habits and other things, but for now, we're completely clueless. What's with you? We'll get back to you later. But we don't know that yet.