Soooooo I'm just going to post up some of my art on here when I feel like it or have time. I hope you enjoy my art 0w0 The cover was drawn by me

I just come up with random Hetalia things and I write them down, so enjoy my randomness while eating pasta and wursts. WARNING: Strong language, sexual activity... Or whatever you want to call it.

The spilling ink of my mind's broken cage; the bleeding of my thoughts onto the canvas of my heart. This is the form my thoughts take, when i explode with emotions no one knows about. Poetry for the one(s) i thought understood, or could understand. I am never on Wattpad anymore so I don't post nearly as much as i write but i hope you enjoy the ones that come around when i get the chance. WARNING: There will be heavy content in here (since I literally write about everything) such as violence, suicide, self-harm, and sexual content. Reached #21 in General Fiction (June 10, 2016) Reached #414 in Poetry (July 17, 2016)

There is nothing left. Cities have collapsed, forests have burnt, minds have been warped into insanity. And humanity is to blame. The few struggling survivors are taken in by the facility, an organisation that promises prosperity in this dead world. But they lied. Tala escaped the cold clutches of the facility's compounds, and hiding in the cement tatters of towns and skyscrapers with a ragged collection of survivors, she stayed out of their grasp. Until this day. Until the day she wakes up; cold, clean, and without an idea who she is. In the compound. And suddenly, she isn't sure if the ground is real anymore. Nor the sky. She isn't sure her mind is her own. Until she meets Nox.