~the night before~
America and England: -"forced" huggles and cuddles and spoonles and cuddles and cuddles-
~present day~
Writer: why do you smell like Alfred, Arthur?
England: vanilla and milkshakes?
Writer: HOW DO YOU KNOW?!
England: HOW DO YOU KNOW?!
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Writer: Dude why do you smell like Arthur?
America: you mean like sunshine and sass and cotton candy and class and mints and freshly cut grass and flowers and....sass
Writer: How do you know all that?
America: HOW DO YOU KNOW ALL THAT?
idk I just found a nice prompt okay
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Hetalia of the Crack
FanfictionYes I know the cover is messed up UPDATE: THAT COVER LOOKS GLORIOUS Hetalia belongs to Papa Hima and there is no escape from the fandom NE NE PAPA THIS BOOK IS SHIT
