Fandom-Appreciation

Oiii spain, we were able to harvest a hell of a lot of tomatoes this year! Jackass... Buono tomato buono tomato buono buono ooh tomato Red on the bottom green on the top tomato-mato-mato~ There's tomatoes in my pasta and tomatoes in my pizza Red and juicy tassero oh how I love tomatoes~ Buuut Wurst and tomatoes are edible things my sister eats them all the time And gets more and more [feminist word for Macho] what's the norpolitian doing in Japanese cooking? AHH ITS FRANCE PROTECT ME YOU GODDAMN BASTARD .... dont leave me alone with that sonovabitch I'll give you another one I'll give you a beautiful one Eat a delicious tomato and c

He stood there trembling, he had been walking his way back home, but now as he stood on a sad desolate corner on the edge of town. He decided it was time to end it. He was just given a hand gun to go with his new handgun license. He removed the revolver from his book bag he carried. It was enough now he'd had enough. His best friend had killed himself just a few weeks previous and Matthew was quite distraught losing the only other person who shared what he saw as a disability. He was the only other one who he knew that was deaf, losing him was hard... He knew now that he had nothing to live for. He truly didn't. Today, his life would change,

 “If you won’t step down I’ll kill you!” France growled. The boy refused to give up; charging at the blonde Holy Rome took a deep breath and stared down at his stomach. Plunged deeply into the boy’s stomach was a large blade. The boy collapses to the ground; still he refuses to give up, he couldn’t and wouldn’t lose, not to that drunken frog. If he lost he’d never see Italy again. Even after he had assured the Italian of his return; he promised. Holy Rome inched his way over to grab a hold on the now sorrowfully broken push broom; he told himself to stand up, to not give up, for Italy. He looks

There were and are moments that come in everyone’s lives where they don’t want to do something; why would the life of a European country be any different? It would be you say? Why would you think something like that, in fact, there was a small teensy country, built up of smaller countries known as the Holy Roman Empire, he was in the middle of making the biggest decision of his life. Go to war with France, and leave the love of his life, though he knew it was wrong to be with another boy. He paced back and forth begging not to go not to leave that boy, the boy he loved dearly. He took a deep breath hearing the familiar Italian acc