The Magnificent Mess of a Girl Called Chris (A Hetalia Story)

Change is good. Everyday decisions that change people in gentle ways. A soft push in the opposite direction that one is heading. Stepping out of one’s comfort zone to kiss the sweet lips of adventure. Small changes, small pushes, small urges; they’re all wonderful; I have grown to appreciate them. After all, without change, where would I be today?
But sometimes, change in itself is overwhelming. Sometimes the push turns into a shove, and before you know it you’re falling. Falling out of sync, falling out of place, falling into something you never anticipated before. I was a rather marvelous mess to begin with, the tangled knots that made up my life something to be looked at in contempt, or perhaps awe, depending on who it was that happened to be looking. Change broke me, it made me fall apart. And maybe that was horrible, but perhaps it was a good thing as well; the way I came unraveled. The beautiful, slow fall of something so unprepared, something so spontaneous.

A Hetalia fanfic...