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Romano vs CleverbotUser: Hi
Cleverbot: How are you?
User: My stupid fratello told me abut you, and told me to try it.
Cleverbot: I didn't
User: You better hope you didn't you bastard.
Cleverbot: Is that a threat? Hah.
User: YOU BET IT WAS IDIOTA!
Cleverbot: Stop talking.
Cleverbot: It is!
User: What the hell?!
Cleverbot: Tell me about Roland Grand.
User: Who the hell is that?!
Cleverbot: He's my friend.
Cleverbot: Are there men in the moon?
User: Why don't you ask that American bastard?
Cleverbot: How do I get in contact with them?
User: How the hell should I know? He's on the Allies! I'm on the Axis with my fratello! Go ask England!
Cleverbot: The universe wouldn't have police.
User: Oh God! Tell me you're not one of those idiot 'Pink Police' fangirls!
Cleverbot: You tell me.
User: *pissed off*
Cleverbot: Zoned off?
User: SHUT THE F**K UP!
Cleverbot: Why? You're so rude.
User: Shut up! You're just a stupid computer! I'm an actual country! I overpower you!
Cleverbot: So how old are
Papa!SpainXMama!ReaderXChibi!Italians-REQUEST You and your best friend, and crush, Antonio( A.K.A. the personification of Spain, don't 'cha know!) sat in his living room... bored out of your minds. You were lying on his couch, with your head on his leg, and he sat down staring at the T.V. flipping through the channels.
"Toooniiiiiiiiiii~ Im bored...."
"Me too chica.. Me too..."
"Is there anything on T.V.?"
"Im afraid not _________..."
"Then wha-" As if on cue, you two heard a knock on the door. You got up and went over, and opened it... to see two little boys there, one of them seemed close to crying and the other just looked plain old grumpy. You sweatdropped. "Um.... hi?"
The grumpy one with chocolate brown hair, and a curl sticking out on the right side of his head, looked up at you. "Where's that Spanish tomato loving bastard! We need a place to stay, Austria kicked us out!"
"Ve~ All I wanted was some pasta...." The red headed one, this time with a curl on the left sid
ReaderXHetalia~ Its Raining Men -1_________ sat outside and sighed. She had just watched some Hetalia, one of her favorite anime of all time... Why couldn't the guys on that show be real? They had such vivid personalities that she can easily get along with, and they were so much nicer than the jerks at her school.
Thunder clapped a little in the distance. ________ didn't care. She liked the rain. It was that weather where she could just sit and think.
Thunder clapped again, this time louder. "This storm is moving faster than normal...." ________ said. She got up and reached her door, stopped, and sighed.
'Why? Why can't they be real? Why can't I spend just one day with them?'
Lightning striked over her house, and ________ squeaked. "What the hell?! Storms don't move this fast!" A strong gust of wind shook the house as _________ quickly stepped into her house and closed the door, and ran up to her room and slid under her bed holding a blanket around her. "Mien Gott! Why does it feel like this is The Wizard of Oz
Countries React to Baby Got Back *CRACK*Countries React to http://youtu.be/32i3vNaiqgc
You waited until all of the countries had assembled in the World Conference Hall. You heard mutters of 'who is this chick' and the like. Yes, none of the countries knew you, but oh how you knew them.
For you see, you were a fangirl of the show Hetalia.
"Thank you all for coming," you shouted as the last person to sit down (which had been China) got situated in his seat. You were standing on the table now, with a large television behind you.
"Uh, love, who are you?" you heard England ask and you beamed at him.
"I'm (Name)(LastName) and I come from the country (country)! I LOVE YOU (COUNTRY)!" you shouted and waved frantically at your country, who blushed a bit.
"Why are you on the table, dudette?" America asked, looking up at you through his glasses.
"No, zhe question isn't why ma petite chou is on le table~ Zhe real question is why she is not wearing a skirt~" you heard France, who happened to be right in the seat to your left, laugh his u
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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