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В процессе, впервые опубликовано янв. 16, 2015
Hello, potatogirl4ever here, and I am writing a fan fiction. Again, all of my previous disclaimers are in effect. (And if you wish to see them, look up This... is... ANIME. There you will find a complete list in the description.) If you tell me that it doesn't follow the anime, I will a.) laugh at you so hard that the entire world will hear it, b.) tell you that you are stupid, and c.) pat your head in pity and walk away, leaving you to burn in the pit of nonbelievers. If you came here to find out what the story was about, look at the title. Then look at me. Then look back at the title and wish that your man could smell like Doitsu. Now back to me. I am on a horse. (COW) (Hetalia. Making dreams come true and attracting men sense never and a day.)
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