The stories, behold,
You're about to be told,
Are my pathway, are my key
To immortal fanfic popularity!
Request your own, now,
Don't be shy!
I'll write of anything. Now tell me,
Who? What? When? Where? Why?
Yawning, Emma pondered. Why, six weeks of a summer holiday full of fanfiction writing! What fun! But it had come to her attention that she was not so popular of ; who would read her glorious fanfictions?
That, my friends, is why she now sits, gazing at the empty screen of her laptop. Pixels entrance her. Hetalia characters dwell in her mind, being 'all badass and shit'.
"I'm not usually a big fan of pairings," thought Emma aloud, repeating the song she was listening to on Youtube. "Then again...
"If I can just put up with writing a few slashfics, accepting all requests given... yes! My popularity will rise dramatically!" Excited, the British girl danced around her room, yelling a series of Hetalia quotes that most probably made her older brother frown at her weirdness, a trait Emma herself valued.
"Come on, then, my fellow writers!" she proclaimed to an imaginary audience, face lighting up in anticipation. "Send in what you'd like to see written, and I will spill my words onto pages for you! First come, first serve, one-shots only! However, I will do any Hetalia fanfics; whether it be humour or drama, I'm on it!"
[A/N: That's right! Step right up and request! Every RQ will be done in due course; there's nothing I hate more than requesting and being turned down. Even if you've never met me before, request me and I'll do it! As long as it's not lemon or smut, I'm good! No more than one RQ per person, I'm afraid; it's very hard to keep up with more than one! ONLY HETALIA PLEASE! PLEASE REQUEST THROUGH PM! Thank you! ^J^
Well? What are you waiting for? Get requesting now!]