Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING. NOT HETALIA OR WHATEVER. The only thing I can claim to own is myself.
AN: You've passed the first test. You're reading this. Okay, so, the narrator is me, TheGrammarHawk. This is a fic with lots of crack because my life is very weird and random when the countries of Hetalia get involved... Also, this was mainly inspired by an idea from Snow and Night the sisters. Check out their work too! :)
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Hey, everyone. You all know me, hopefully, if you're reading this fic here.
If you're reading this fic and you don't know me… well, you can call me Hawk. Obviously, I wouldn't share anything personal that could allow creepers to find me. I mean, there are some things I may say… quirks of mine, we'll call 'em, that I may talk about.
Oh yeah. Before we start, I'd like to say this. I'm an author on this cool site. It's called . Of course… if you didn't know that… why would you be here?
Anyways, what you're reading is being narrated by me. Hawk. I'm weird, so this is going to be interesting.
So my parents are on vacation. They normally are very smothering, but now they're spending quite a while in the Bahamas. Not that I mind, it's just… odd. They've left me and my sister alone here.
Of course, we're not alone. I mean, as an author, I like to say that every character that's ever been in a story of mine lives in my house. It's quite crowded here, actually. I've written… a lot. More than you know. But sometimes they disappear or leave me alone for a while.
Most of them are right now. Very peaceful, just me and my sister running around the house and causing havoc for each other. The neighbors – on request of our parents – check up on us ever few days. Like we're plants or something that need watering, I mean, really? I'm sixteen, my sister's thirteen, we can take care of ourselves. Sheesh.
My life can get really random, though. I'm naturally quite easy-going and relaxed, but sometimes things happen and… well, I get really, really pissed. And when I'm angry or upset, I may seem to get over it pretty fast like it was no big deal, but inside, I'm brooding. I remember nearly everything that way. Emotionally.
And when I'm really angry, upset, or even happy, I can be… quite extreme. And I have a lot of emotions… they just get bottled up.
I do really strange things with my friends – human and characters – and I am often viewed as strange myself. That's not wrong, just… not always nice.
And I can have a few problems. You see, not everyone has been
leaving me alone in my fictional world. Some people are just getting way too interested in my life. And my school. And my personal business.
Oh, yeah… and they're not humans. They just happen to be… countries. And they're starting to get involved.
Isn't this about to get bloody interesting?
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AN: So now's your chance to learn about me, I guess. The countries are about to invade my life at home, at school, with my sister, and my romantic life. Of COURSE, you are given information about me. But you'll have to guess whether it's real or fake. I wouldn't underestimate me. My age? Am I sixteen? Younger? Older? I'm not telling you. My sister's age, too, may as well be fake. Real or not real? Couldn't resist that... But don't try to stalk me, enjoy the countries stalking me. Lots of crack coming up!
