Hetalia Reacts to.....Their 2Pselves!!ItalyGermanyJapanAmericaEnglandCanadaFranceChinaRussiaRomanoPrussiaSpain More like 'My tomatoes' but you get the pointAustriaHungarySwitzerlandLichtensteinBelgiumNetherlandsPolandLithuaniaEstoniaLatviaUkraineBelarusSwedenFinlandNorwayDenmarkIcelandSealandSeychellesTurkeyGreeceEgyptCubaVietnamHong KongSouth Korea
I am a Hetalian.Hetalia.Probably one of the most popular anime.We all love it, but there are haters.Haters that make fun of our beliefs.Some of them even try to persuade us to like something else.Sometimes it works, and I feel bad.I want to hug them so tight and say," Let's watch some Hetalia."Because WE are Hetalians.WE believe in what WE want.We watch anime because WE love it.We read manga books because WE want too.This is the reason why WE cosplay at Cons.Why did America have to Revolutionary War?For freedom.We won that war.We're free to do anything.And that's watching Hetalia.We use our freedom by watching Hetalia.Fangirling too much? Yes.Crazy to spend our whole allowances on Hetalia stuff? We sure are.Obsessed much? OF COURSE.We make Ocs, we write up stories, we cosplay as Nations!Why?We want to EXPRESS our LOVE of Hetalia.We all want Hetalia to be true, but sadly it's just an anime.That's why there's fanfictions.Clubs.Games.Toys.You may think that we're losing
The Phantom of Hetalia: France: Why So Silent?The hall went silent. The joyous laughter and rambunctious dancing, the swirl of color and the heady music all fell to death-like quiet. Standing at the top of the grand staircase, wreathed in smoke and fire was The Masque of Red Death. “Lord, no,” I begged under my breath as I held tight to Raoul’s jacket. “Not here, not now.” François had returned.The costume he stood in looked as though he had garbed himself in blood. With wide-Venetian sleeves and prideful, red dancing slippers, François’ character looked like a dapper and fashionable creature—except for its face. His whole face was covered in a skull mask. It was so life like I thought that he had worn the head of one of his victims as a grisly trophy. With steps slow and deliberate as death itself, the Phantom proceeded down the staircase. The sea of people cleared before the steady advance of the Red Death.