"Screw my life," the Scot mumbled angrily. "You know the drill, arsehats.."

Come on, you knew I would do this sooner or later.. Anyway, this shall contain occasional little stories of the happenings of some of the characters in this. I hope you enjoy..!

(Inspired to do this by @2p_Romano and @flower_baby) Matt was seen dragging Rowena in by the arm, and sort of tossed her as he let go. "Go on," he urged in a bored tone. The southern Scottish nation rolled her visible icy blue eye, what with the left side of her face being covered by her fiery locks in a slightly alluring way. "Fine, ye bitches. Here is all the crap I have pent up inside to exploit and for you all to not care about." She glared at the Canadian and to the camera. "I NeVeR agreed to this bullshit."

This is just a book full of Hetalia texts, memes, jokes, puns and more!! I was inspided by the cover of this book to make this xD I would suggest you guys watch it too!!! HIGHEST RANK: #55 in Humour (1st April 2017) #124 in Random (4th April 2017)

"João! You can not do this to me! I'm your brother!" I cry, struggling against the guards. "This is for the kingdom Antonio." He said, his back facing me. "Giving those bastards the hier to the Iberian throne is for the kingdom?!" I shout, panting, wanting him to look me in the face. He does. "It is. It is for the kingdom." He said simply, leaving me speechless. "Take him away. Tell the boy king of Lazio that he has a new pet." He says, sitting in my would have been throne. "Traitor!" I snarl, fighting the guards as they drag me away from my home. --- "Sire, Your new pet has arrived." One of the servants says to me. "Great. And it's the Iberian 'king?'" I ask, lazily draping my leg on the arm of my throne. "Yes Sire." The servant says, handing me a goblet full of wine. "Finally. This is wasting my fucking time." I said annoyed, drinking some of the wine. "Let go of me!" I heard, and I raise an eyebrow. 'Older than I expected...' I think, watching the guards practically drag the m-sl- whatever the fuck they call his kind back in that shit kingdom Iberia, into the throne room. "So, this is Antonio." I say, watching them force the PET! That's the word! To kneel. "Yes King Lovino, this is the heir."

࿐ୢ "If you read this, expect your day to be a sorrowful one.."

"Oh, hello there. How are you all?" Irene questioned the viewer(s) while her eyes stayed glued to Reve clinging to her side affectionately as they shadow-enveloped Veneziano. She blushed faintly, but cleared her throat. "A-anyway, this'll jus' be some random things that happen with our everyday lives(?) together fer now. And, b-before ye start sayin' anything- W-what?? Like Reve? N-no, I don't. At least n-not in THAT way..! I just-." This was an obvious lie of course. The former Admin won't be making any appearances here. Well, enjoy~!

AU. Italy, WW2. Feliciano Vargas is a passionate, if slightly scared, Italian resistance member. Falling in love with a German fighter pilot was the last thing he expected... and it will test his national loyalty, and his heart, to their limits. \\ I DO NOT OWN THE STORY! I read this online and I wanted to put it on Wattpad so that more people could enjoy it. Full credit to George Devalier on Fanfiction.net. Make sure to also read all of his other amazing fanfiction! //

(Has gotten ranked #152 in humor!) I created almost all of these myself from scratch, so I'm quite proud. PLEASE DO NOT COPY!!!!!! Read. I promise you that you will regret it. But in the best way~

Just some SebaGrell pics i have