Post by Kim on Aug 11, 2009 23:39:47 GMT -5
● THE USER OF THIS DELICIOUS CHARACTER IS Kim, I'M
23 YEARS YOUNG, AND HAVE BEEN STRUTTING MY STUFF FOR
THE LAST 10 YEARS. I JOINED THIS COOL SITE BECAUSE
LOVE Hetalia and this character, . HAVE I READ THE RULES? READ THE RULES! <3
YEAH I HAVE! USUALLY I POST AROUND THE 200-500 MARK.
OH AND HERE'S A SAMPLE:
Russia seemed to wear a shield around himself as he walked the campus halls. In spite of his calm, welcoming smile, the stocky but strong arms that he knew would amply protect any nations that came under his wing, the loving heart that just wanted to prove he was better than the rest of those bastards and the world deserved to someday be under his tender, bruising care... something about him still managed to frighten away most of the campus, causing them to give him a wide berth and only a stammered greeting before rushing off on their way. It was as if he were surrounded by ice - in the embrace of the frightening military man he sometimes saw in his dreams, the man he knew kept him powerful and deadly.
That was why he had to win the games this year, before he was forced to graduate and become a grown nation who was no less solitary and friendless. Finally, it would earn him the respect and unity with the rest of campus he craved - but it wouldn't end there. Ukraine's gentle care was no longer enough, and Belarus's affection had an intensity that was at once too foreign and too oddly familiar. They were good sisters. They would help him win this like they should. But Russia was beginning to realize all too well that a grab for territory couldn't last. After all, a piece of land was nothing without its heart, its Nation. Perhaps his classmates were in need of conquering instead. And then they would wish that they had never ignored him. They would understand all they were missing when they were one with him, when they were blissfully happy in his fresh new house with its many rooms, with its newfound warmth that would only come from the world being his.
So many pretty, soft things to collect, so many warm places to claim! The trembling Baltics, for a start, strong for now under Poland but ready to be snatched up and romanced once their leader broke just enough for a crack in their armor. Playful North Italy, who seemed to smile at everyone - who would smile for him and only him, soon. Even that brash bastard America needed to learn where the rest of the world stood on a map, and who better to teach him? But he wouldn't be cruel, oh no. He loved them, truly, loved them all. He loved them so much that he sometimes scared himself a little.
As his classmates filtered down the halls, Russia regarded them with a wistful smile. Look at how many friends he was going to make!
now on to the formalities 
