Author Commentary: Made using an online mad-lib-crack-generator-thing.
Rating: K
Warnings: slight, wee yaoi
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
A Light Bulb In Time On an elegant and clean morning, Roderich sat in their bed. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His leg ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Vash to love someone with a French arm? Quickly, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a reblugrepink Japanese egg, all on a summer's day. I wish my Vash would pull me, in his own iridescent way..." "Do you?" Vash sat down beside Roderich and put his hand on Roderich's torso. "I think that could be arranged." Roderich gasped cutely. "But what about my French arm?" "I like it," Vash said sadly. "I think it's American." They came together and their kiss was like a field of gold blowing in the wind. "I love you," Roderich said huskily. "I love you too," Vash replied and pulled him. They bought a dog, moved in together, and lived happily ever after.