Somewhere in America, a... person, possibly male, possibly female, was laying on their bed, a computer in their lap. Their hair was multicolored, both dark brown, light brown, and blonde, with dark brown eyes, pale skin, and Asian-ish features. They were wearing a black t-shirt, and their blanket was covering their lap.

Oh wait, they have boobs. Never mind, that's a chick.

Suddenly, Kiki (How the hell did she get there?) crashed through the door. "LUGIA! IT'S MAY THE THIRTEENTH!"

The girl didn't look up. Loud music was playing through her earphones.

Kiki's eye twitched. She walked over to Lugia and shook her. "LUGIA GET THE FUCK UP!"

Lugia took out one of her earphones. "Oh, hey Kiki. What do you need?"

"It's May thirteenth, dumbass."

Lugia, who was taking a drink of soda, did a spit take. "WHAT?!"

"Yep."

"Ah, shit," Lugia got up. "I gotta get everything ready, then..."

Kiki stared at Lugia's five one figure. "Why the hell are you so short?"

"Genetics." Lugia walked out the door.

. . .

Lugia came back a few minutes later with the Axis and Amaterasu. "Alright, I got everyone." She plopped onto her bed and opened her laptop. "Let's do this."

Italy looked at Amaterasu. "Who are you?"

"Oh she's just a person," Lugia answered.

"Oh thanks," Amaterasu deadpanned.

"Alright," Lugia pulled out her phone. "The first question is from Midnightsalem, 'For everyone: How do you feel knowing that there are people watching you everyday, judging your every action, shipping every ship?'"

Everyone stared at her. Suddenly, Amaterasu was cowering in a corner.

Lugia facepalmed. "Kiki, can you answer it, please?"

"Well, okay," Kiki said. "I guess it scares me a bit, but I'm not really that worried because Lugia wouldn't let anything that bad happen."

Lugia snorted. "Oh, Kiki, you have no idea what's next..." she whispered.

"So uh, yeah," Kiki finished.

"Alright then," Lugia looked back down at her phone. "Wait what."

"What is it?" Italy asked.

"That was the only question we got." Lugia sighed and turned to the audience. "I'm disappointed in you all."

"Well, luckily for you all, I came prepared." Lugia threw her phone to God knows where.

Kiki raised an eyebrow. "And what's that?"

"It's a little thing I call 'Ask the Author'." Lugia said. "What you do is pull a slip of paper from a hat or some shit like that and you ask me the question that's on it."

Lugia pulled out a fedora with small pieces of paper in it. "Okay, Japan, you can go first."

"H-Hai," Japan muttered, and pulled out a piece of paper. "'Do you have any physicarl or mentarl conditions?'"

"Oh, God..." Lugia groaned. "Well, I don't have any physical mental conditions, but I have depression, anxiety disorder, and possibly bipolar disorder. And slight OCD."

"It's okay, Lugia," Italy said, patting her shoulder.

"Don't worry Italy, I'm fine, I've been dealing with my diseases well," Lugia explained. "Here, you can go next."

"Okay!" Italy said cheerfully. "'What is your ethnic background?'"

"I'm American Indian, Irish, and German, and probably some more thrown in there," Lugia answered.

"I'll go next," Germany volunteered. "'Vhat kind of stories do you read or vrite za most?'"

"Romance, mostly," Lugia laughed. "Occasionally horror and mystery, too."

Amaterasu walked up and pulled out a slip of paper without a word. "'How do you get inspiration for writing?'"

"Usually watching a show gives me inspiration for a story or chapter. If I have a story on hiatus, then going back to that show if I haven't watched in a while, the nostalgia gives me inspiration. Sometimes music does it, too," Lugia answered. "Kiki, you get to do the last question."

Kiki reached into the hat and read the piece of paper she pulled out. "'What gave you inspiration for one of your fan characters?'"

"I guess I'll explain you, Kiki," Lugia shrugged. "Exactly a year ago, when I was an amateur and shitty writer, I thought of a character slightly based after myself after reading many Hetalia original character stories. Since I'm shit at updating, her behaviors and personality changed a bit, because I was maturing and so was my writing. To be honest, I didn't expect this story to get so much attention. It's thanks to you all that I continued it."

"Who is she talking to?" Kiki whispered to Amaterasu. The goddess shrugged.

"That's all the questions, I guess," Lugia said. "Most of you know that I started a poll on my profile about a week or two ago asking if I should do a contest. And believe it or not, you all actually wanted me to do one," she explained. "So I guess I'm doing one. Here are the rules: you can either do fanart or a spinoff fic/oneshot based off this story. It must contain one of my fan characters, it doesn't matter which one, and it can be any genre and contain any pairing. The winner will receive a oneshot of anything from me. You can PM me the link to your submission or send it to me from one of my profiles from my DeviantArt, Wattpad, or any other website I have on my profile."

"Who the hell is she talking to?" Kiki muttered.

"Welp, that's all from me," Lugia finished. "Any of you got anything to say?"

"Uh, yeah," Kiki said. "Thank you Lugia."

"You're welcome, Kiki," Lugia smiled. "That's all, I guess." She waved. "Bye, bitches."

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING TO, FOR GOD'S SAKE?!"

. . .

Hope y'all liked that. Whatever it was.

So, as if it wasn't already obvious, Lugia is me. Such an interesting person.

And if you want to enter the contest, make sure you read dem rules, pls. :3

Sorry that it's so short, I'm not really feeling it today. I'm sick and tired. Ugh.

Happeh Friday the 13th! :D

Thank you all for all of the support you have given me this past year, and have a great day. :)

Bye, bitches!