Summary:
If you live in a small town such as I do, and all your high school friends have moved away, which mine have, then you may find yourself in the background of your brother's wedding photos without a date. Lonely, working myself to death, grouchy, and balls deep in wedding planning, my high school peer returns to town to put the cherry on top of my burnt out ice cream sundae. He's more charming than ever, but not in a million years would I say that out loud, since mostly because he still smells potently of weed.
Warnings:
Heavy use and mention of weed and alcohol. Language. Sex. Overbearing Italian grandpas. Obscene amounts of Gerita.
Author's note before we begin:
Hello! I'll try and keep this brief.
I am an individual that is in love with the show Gilmore Girls, a show that follows a mother and daughter in their extremely unique and cooky little town, where there's festivals, love interests, drama, town meetings, and a very cozy diner. In no way am I trying to take credit for some of these ideas (ex: winter festival, picnic basket bidding, 24hr dance marathon) or want to lead anyone to believe that I am indeed trying to take credit for them
A lot of fun silly ideas, like the aforementioned festivities, and bones of the show will be included but I am making the story, plot, and interpretation of our favorite Hetalia characters my own.
I just wanted to disclaim that I do not own anything from Gilmore Girls that is included in this story (as well as Hetalia) and wanted to give proper props. I highly recommend the show as well if you'd like to spend your time watching a witty, irreverent, sitcom with plenty of romantic comedy thrown in there too. She's an oldie but a goodie.
Anyways that's all :) enjoy.