(p/n)=potato's name
((p/n) POV)
I was just an average potato at the time. This is the story of my love life as a potato.
I was just lying in the bag with the other potatoes when he picked me. He had softly grabbed me with his warm, rough hands. They felt...so....comforting and safe. As he placed me on the counter, I called to him,"Hey, hottie~" Ludwig looked at me with a questioning look. "Did that potato just...talk?," the German asked himself.
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I can't believe I just wrote that crap. It sucks a whole lot. Anyway, I was getting rid of an old idea that had been stuck in my head for some reason. Please leave a request in the comments. I am desperate to write something.
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Hetalia Fics
FanfictionThese will mostly be fluff. Is this a good enough description? I don't know what else to write. :3 bye, bros. Feel free to request characters
