Your name is the HOMESTUCK FANDOM and you believe everything is back to normal. Or mostly that is. Okay that was a lie, why are you lying; things aren't back to normal whatsoever. Just yesterday, Hetalia hadn't known you had run out for five minutes to the Update Room and totally trashed the apartment. That is yet another wall having to be repaired. The same one he destroyed earlier. But right now you're shrieking and rolling on the ground loudly.

"It was…he had Starbucks…a-and the huge ship and…JOHN!" You scream out.

Hetalia is leaning to your side, trying to hold you down from hurting someone, because you've already ripped the couch into partial shreds. And you really liked that couch.

"This is why you can't go to the Update Room without me." He mutters, his accent starting to pronounce itself when irritated. The world spinning a little, you try to get up but he pushes you back down. He knows the routine of this. Right as you snap up, jaws bared, but not enough to actually bite him if you could, his phone buzzes in his pocket. With a groan, it opens with a loud snap.

"Yes, hello?"

Pause.

"This isn't a good time! No- listen…oh good. Oh really? Okay…where? No, that's fine…Yeah; it was about the update with Home, okay?"

You reach up and your morial smacks you down, then hesitates then glances at you. You bite your upper lip solemnly and with pleading puppy dog eyes. He sighs inaudibly.

"Yes, Doctor. Mhm, yeah don't tell him anything- yeah, okay. Thanks, bye."

You stop your fight to hear what he said. Hetalia bends down with a grin across his face in relief. He helps you up with one hand and onto a chair in the kitchen.

"Doctor was just checking up on us because he saw me dragging you out of the Update Room, hah. I thought no-fandom had seen us! Oh, he also told me…that Supernatural's on date." You jolt up with shock, somewhat curious and somewhat upset. Your update feels haven't died down yet.

"With who?" Your fangs click together oddly, and to stop, you nip at your tongue. In disgust, you taste blood within a few seconds from gnashing your teeth to hard.

"The Gravity Falls fandom apparently. That's all I know, honestly." He holds up his hands in a sign of surrender, expecting anger. But you just lean back, kick up your feet, and stare at the ceiling. The chair moans as it positions itself.

"Good for him."

"What?" Brown chestnut eyes turn to meet your neon green ones incredulously.

"Good. For. Him." You repeat slowly, phrasing each words delicately.

You don't feel jealous…you are happy that Supernatural is with someone…you guess. The words can't come out of your mouth, like your teeth are bars of a jail cell, keeping your voice from getting out.

His fingers begin to move apart pieces of your hair that got in your face. His gaze seems to dart across all of yours, searching for something. One thing you can tell since this whole fiasco is that Hetalia isn't the same anymore. His eyes have a little darkness under them, shadowed rings like yours, but yours aren't as obvious against your grayish skin.

His curl, and come on admit it, really adorably, swoops into a heart sometimes. That thing has a mind of its own or something, really. Another noticeable thing is that he's exhausted now; you think that when the insanity caught up, so did the weight of it. It's another thing to drag someone down.

"Homestuck…aren't you angry?" Hetalia's voice is a little more than a whisper. He looks so young. Like when you first met him, a fandom who needed a friend at his side.

"No, not really…I don't think you see how quadrants really work, since we have four, well…I'm not going into this, I'm too tired for it. The bottom line is, no, I'm not upset..."

He glances around before pulling out his phone and saying,

"So, then you wanna go spy on them?"

Oh how you love your morial. Your grin is wide, mind ecstatic and bright for a change. Hetalia is really the best friend you could have ever asked for. Because morials are important. And you never let one down. "You have no idea."

You don't have the best life, and you don't have the best home or anything that would make you memorable throughout the years like other fandoms. But you have Hetalia, and that's all you really want…

It wasn't the best day for you, in fact, today really sucked. The others called you names again, laughed and pointed and cussed at you. This is daily life in the Fandom Base. Every day, putting up with name-calling, threats and all of the things you've gone through since a young fandom.

You are the HOMESTUCK FANDOM and you don't have any friends.

You are surprised that you haven't exploded with all the sheer pain of this. Heart-wrenching ends, horrifying updates, and all that happens is…crying a lot and having no one there for you.

You trip multiple times as you make your way through to your door. It's a sad little door in the middle of a large hallway, marked 413, the best number you could have gotten. Yet you only walk past your home, you don't feel like entering. You usually only go in there to hide anyway, like the freak you are.

Walking helps calm your nerves, and you have to drop by the Update Room anyway. Rubbing sleepy eyes, you lazily go through the corridor. Before something throws you to the wall sharply.

The obvious thing to do is shriek. Like a little girl. You whip around to face a dark looking- oh no, it's one of those animes from the hallway up. You are thrown like a rag-doll, limp and helpless to the ground. Before anything else happens, you dash away; too fast for them thankfully, you've had a lot of practice from running away.

You make way into a random room, a supply place or closet of some kind, before whatever was after you have passed. When you turn with a sigh of relief, it transforms into a strangled gulp. Another fandom. A familiar fandom. He's sitting further back, brown hair sloppily over his forehead; your eyes meet with a fandom you've never really liked.

One big question is, what is he doing here? In a supply closet?

"Was it the anime fandoms?" Hetalia whispers, his hands intertwining with one another. You can only bob your head gently and take a breath. This is the fandom you haven't liked for years. It's just you two never got along. History isn't what's on your mind right now.

You fiddle around silently with your shirt sleeves, trying to edge toward to the door. It would be less awkward if you left, but he speaks up.

"So how's Jade?" It takes you a minute to figure out what he was asking. Your head snaps up to stare at him in confusion and shock. Excuse you, what does he mean…does he mean your Jade? Your precious baby girl Jade Harley?

"What- Jade? Do you mean Jade Harley?"

Nod. "Course I do,"

"How do you know who she is?"

"I read your comic." His own head is down, and while your mind still comprehends what he just said to YOU. Another fandom…reads your comic. Another fandom-

Whoaaaaaa- Homestuck, calm down.

You look like you're having a heart attack. He doesn't have time to say more before you are poking him in the side, trying to fight the urge to hug him. Who is paying him to do this? Is this a prank?

"Why?" Hetalia perks up, then shifts while scanning you with his bright brown eyes- no, they're not brown, they are mahogany- no…chestnut. Chestnut is a nice color, you like it a lot.

"Well…I thought we'd put aside our differences and make a truce. A fandom-fandom truce! We have a lot in common, like; I'm a web-comic too." He holds out a hand to you. First thought is to smack it away and scream, 'Liar!' but if he's being serious, and that wouldn't be the best thing to do.

"R-really?"

He chuckles, face aglow. "Swear on it."

You feel really suspicious. Your hand meets his shakily. "Okay. Swear on it."

From that day forward, you officially, absolutely, had a friend you could count on with your life. So how would it go when one of you died? Oh well, that's a question you don't want to think about right now. Honestly, could you ever die? Hah, that sounds too stupid, that would NEVER happen.

You wouldn't be surprised if you two were the palest of pals in the future. Or something else.