HELLO GUYS, G.R. HERE!
I have visited many Truth or Dare Hetalia Fanfics, and I have made requests and they are never answered . . . . has that ever happened to you? Well, I have decided to make my own Truth or Dare Fanfic.
Here is how it works:
-Make a request in the PM Box (I always check them! )
-And I'll consider them, but don't them too, HEAVILY inappropriate, or think of another request (I'm one of those few Hetalia fans that are kind of neutral about Hetalia pairings)
-But all the same, I'll consider them, 'Kay?
-I'll usually have the drive to update when reviews are sent in, 'kay?
Night.
Steps could be heard throughout the large hall, a slow shadow moving towards the house phone. A hand grasps it, along with a phone book that sat next to the phone. A few pages were flipped and a finger began to tread along the ink markings. The phone was picked up, the buttons squeaked as they were pressed. The phone was raised to the dialer's ear . . . it hummed then a click was heard.
"Hallo?"
A nasally, high-pitched yet thickly accented voice came on the other line, the dialer smiled, "Hallo yourself Prussia, this is GR, the "walking historian, deviant artist, and fanfic writer?"
"Oh, hey GR! Was geht ab?"
GR smiled, "Well, I was just wondering if you are interested in a little game I want to play, and I would like to have you and Germany call the others for it too . . . you don't mind . . . do you?"
"Everyone? That's a lot of nations your asking for . . ."
"Not "EVERYONE," just those that have made an appearance . . ."