WELCOME TO THE HETALIA TRUTH, DARE, OR FANGIRL PIT! NOW, PLEASE WELCOME THE AUTHORESS, JORDI ARAN!
A black teenage girl with purple-framed glasses & a slight weight problem teleports onto the stage. She's wearing jean capris, a Girl Scouts shirt, & purple & gray Nikes.
"Hi, everyone, it's Jordi Aran, back with more fanfics! If you're wondering why I haven't posted the sequel to Asobi yet, it's because I have the dreaded OURAN BLOCK! You're trying to type but you have absolutely no inspiration! Even though I usually make up as I go along, there's nothing that good!" I explained from my computer room, where I type until the Hetalia buzz flows out of me. "Also, it's winding down to the end school year; I have to bring my grades up to A's; My laptop is at the repair shop, & I have to go to DC for a national conference during the last week of school, that cost over $2000. Yeah, I got a lot to worry about. Anyway, let's introduce the dareable, shall we?"
You can dare:
America (The HERO)
England (Fur Brows, horrible cooking)
France (Don't try groping, or getting naked)
Russia (No, I don't want to become one with you)
China
Germany(Dreamy)
Spain
Romano (Tsundere)
Italy (CUTE)
Japan (LOVE YOU)
Switzerland
Canada (I notice you)
Austria
Prussia (AWESOME)
Greece
& Me!
Also, I can accept up to 3 hosts, make a full bio!
If they refuse a truth, it's the sweet fangirl pit; A dare, it's the rabid fangirl pit; Attempt to harm the reviewers or hosts, it's the cannibalistic, murderous, yaoi fangirl pit! (Don't worry, no one you know is in that pit)
Send in reviews! Sayonara & PASTA!
