Hello! I got a request for him, so here it is! I'm almost done with France's. I'll write a few sentences, get lazy, then finish it a while later...anywho! I realized I haven't be doing disclaimers so...
I DO NOT OWN HETALIA. ONLY THE CREATIVE IDEAS USED TO MAKE THIS POEM ARE MINE.
I hope you like it!
I'm just a little loud.
I can be bossy.
I say I'm so strong.
Still, I tell lies to make me seem less weak.
Those who say rude things to me,
make fun of my personality,
I brush it off as if it's nothing.
I'm just one of the Nordic Five.
Most of the friends I've had,
they leave me.
I've calmed myself a little,
there isn't so much vigor in me.
Still I manage to weave my way
into trouble,
every now and then.
I'm very stubborn,
I don't listen to others.
But oh well!
That;s just me.
Why shouldn't I be,
who I want to be?
OOF. That wasn't that great. Namely because I don't know much about Denmark, but...yeah! Until next time!
-Imoto