A short, short time ago in a country on the west side of the pond,
A poor, broke authoress sat on her bed, listening to VOCALOID and trying to figure out why she was having such a hard time writing this one stupid song-fic. Then she decided,
"Meh, forget it. Yao, Kiku you're dismissed."
She looked up and saw that they were both asleep.
"Aiyaah, am I really that boring?"
The poor, now depressed author moped for a while before her current muse quite literally slapped her in the face.
"Lian!" the author yelped," What was that for?"
"Ri-chan, you know that you're an at least half-decent author so get off your butt and think of something!"
"I've got it! If I can make it through a few absurd pairings, crack!fics and character deaths, I just might be able to gain some popularity!"
"No yaoi or lemons though right?' Kiku asked fearfully, having woken up at some point during this conversation.
" Of course not! That's what Nyotalia's for!" the author smiled.
Korea and France yelled something nearly unintelligible that sounded like a complaint.
The author sighed.
"You know this is exactly why I don't write the two of them that often…"