You know, I really like how you guys call me bro. You know why..? 'Cus you guys are my bro's! I don't know, but bro is just less formal and doesn't make anyone (or at least me) feel compelled to respond formally. Kinds like takin' to a friend, or maybe it's because I call my friends bro, or my guy.
Also, I wanna say thank you for all of the nice comments. I honestly thought that nobody would even find my platform and read my things, but now more than in the beginning (which was only a few months ago when I started) I feel like I should write more and more! It's amazing! But sometimes words don't work and it's a real bitch.
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3rd Pov:
"It seemz t'iz one iz one of ze factz t'ey talked about" France said as he looked around the room and received nods.
"May I begin?" He asked Canada who also gave him a small nod.
"Alright" France cleared his throat and started reading the first entry.
(This is something I kinda came up with. Some of it is true like America being one of the first to come up with Maple syrup, and no accent when reading)
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"Canada has an obsession with maple syrup, and he has reasons why. Not just because it's sweet and 'Goes with everything' as he would put it but also it was a gift from his younger twin brother: America."
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France put the book down a little shocked, he looked over to the twins confused.
Alfred and Mathew glanced at each other deciding who would talk. Alfred was picked in the end. With a smile and shook his head remembering when he first brought it to his brother.
"Yeah, I came up with the idea of a sweet syrup kinda thing when I was younger and when we had our first batch I went over to Mattie's and had him try it- turns out, he really liked and I explained we still need to work on it a little more before we release it and then he started to help with making it." America said slinging one of his arms over Canada and leaning some of his body weight on him.
"Mhm! I liked it so much he gave me some factories so we could work on it in Canada and so I could get some and not go all the way to America" Canad said remembering the first time he tried it.
"Alright next one iz also a fact and it'z about- Amerque. Okay 'ere we go." France started reading.
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"The world wide phrase of 'OK' stands for 'Orl Korrect' -which was humor for- 'All Correct' was invented in America also wich Alfred first came up with during one of his presidents re-elections."
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When he ended Alfred had a smile on his face from looking around at the countries seeing them surprised that he- the 'obnoxious' America came up with a word used across the globe.
"I didn't know you came up with it Alfred, don't a lot of countries use OK?" (okay is how I spell it but whatever I guESs noT nOw) Finland asked.
"Yeah but if they knew I came up wit it they probably wouldn't use it anymore." He shrugged and went back to leaning on Canada.
"Well I am getting tired of reading who want'z to read" France said slightly raising the book in the air.
"Leave it to you to get tired of reading a few entries, frog. Give me the book." England rolled his eyes while France handed the worn down book to him.
"Of course Mon cher Angleterre*- or should I say Art'ur~." He gave France a glare and opened the book.
England turned though the book since France shut it- losing the place they were at. When he found the right page he read though it, his expression softened sadly.
"Gilbert it's yours, a diary entry." England said still looking at the paper.
"It iz not a diary, diary's are for unawsome people! It iz a JOURNAL!" Prussia explained.
"Vhatever jou say bruder." Germany looked down at his albino brother who was pouting.
"Let's get this over with, I want my tea." The Britt sighed, not wanting to read the next paragraph.
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Mon cher Angleterre*- My dear England - masculine
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Word count: 818
I'm trying to write another chapter of To Be Free but I don't know how to word iiiiiiiiiiit! I said I would update it soon but I can't, why can't the words just work properly?! Is it because it's FUCKING ENGLISH!? The only thing English is consistently good at is being inconsistent! FUCK ENGLISH WORDS!
I know this chapter was a little shitty but whatever it'll probably be fixed latter or somethin'.
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Fatal Secrets
FanfictionThe nations have problems. They hid it from the rest of world. So the ancents decide to change it, to help them. To fix broken relationships and bring attention to the ones who need it most. ~Fanfiction ~Hetalia ~Ships !WILL EDIT AT A LATTER TIME!
