HARRROOOOOO~

It's me! The beautiful, the amazing, the girl with the over-sized ego, Dino! Here with a new story! And yes, I know what you're thinking... "But Dino, you've got so many uncompleted stories already! Why did you start a new one?" Because... Because... Because I... I don't even know... I'm not entirely sure where I'm going to take this story either. I just thought of it like two days ago and decided to write it. Oat well, already posted the story, I'll just go with the flow :P

Most of you probably know me for my Legend of Zelda stories, so if you're here for that, I'm very sorry to disappoint you, but this is actually a Hetalia fic, something I've wanted to write for a while now. I got into Hetalia about a year ago and since the first episode I've wanted to write a story for it, but I just couldn't think of anything original. Now I've finally made up something so hopefully it goes well.

However if you're new to my account, Bonjour! (I'm not actually French. I have no French blood in me whatsoever.) I call myself Dino! I'm a narcissistic, random, not-very-serious-girl with a weird imagination and a love for Yaoi, Yuri, and straight couples! I love almost every single ship out there! So if you're looking for some romance, drama, and some laughs, tag along and continue reading! If not... er... well... you should still tag along... because... because... yeah...

Okay! I'll stop bothering you!

Enjoy~!

"Y'know... This would make an amazing drinking game."

"WELL AT LEAST I'M NOT A BLOODY RAPIST LIKE YOU!"

"Ah, si... But we have no alcohol."

"DON'T WORRY! I'LL FIX THIS PROBLEM, FOR I AM THE HERO~!"

"I suppose we could use our water instead."

"SHUT UP WHITE BOY! THIS ISN'T YOUR PROBLEM ARU!"

"Or we could make it into a workout! Every time China says 'aru' we do 10 push-ups."

"China~ Give me a hug, da?"

"Ah, yes! And every time England and France fight we do 10 sit-ups!"

"NO NO NO NO NO NO NO ARU!"

"And every time Germany shouts we do-"

"EVERYONE QUIET!" Germany, the man in question, shouts in a bold, booming voice that could be heard from outside the building walls. It's another ordinary day for our lovely nations. The birds are singing, the trees are dancing, and bright, almost cloudless sky, appears overhead. The fresh smell of spring floods the air and a warm breeze can be felt upon one's skin. It's a beautiful day to go outside and prance along in the fields humming a joyful tune, but instead, all the nations cram inside a large meeting room, sitting around a long oval table. At one end sits a happy Italian with a long curly strand sticking out on the side of his head, completely in his own world, singing a joyous song. If one scanned the room, they would see a Austrian frozen in the mist of tackling a Swiss, three girls, Hungary, Seychelles, and Lichtenstein, sprawled across the table, just in the middle of gossiping, Romano sitting in his chair with his arms crossed, judging everyone in the room, Norway strangling Denmark, Finland in the middle of trying to convince Iceland that Sweden wasn't actually his wife, Poland chasing Lithuania around with a bottle of pastel pink nail polish in his hands, Spain and Prussia sitting peacefully in their chairs writing down a "World Meeting Workout" list, Russia hugging China extremely tight, and England just about to punch France right in the face with America cheering for a fight. However, all stop what they're doing at the sound of Germany and all turn to face him simultaneously.

"10 burpees..." Spain finishes his sentence quietly, whispering to the albino beside him.

"This is ridiculous! We've been stuck on the topic of Global Warming for three days now and we haven't got a single suggestion to work with because EVERYONE keeps fighting over the stupidest things! We're the representatives of countries, not high-school teenagers! The fate of humanity relies on all of us so we can't picker and brawl over everything that comes out of each other's mouths!" Germany lectures, slamming his hands down on the table.

"Actually... I accidentally walked in on all our bosses having a meeting once. Apparently our world meetings are just a way to distract us while they actually debate real problems." Seychelles raises her hand meekly.

"W-WHAT?!" The entire room gasps.

"T-That was a joke! It was a joke!" Hungary reassures the rest of the countries. "Right, Seychelles?" Hungary demands more than asks, glaring at the young girl.

"U-Uh... Sure..." Seychelles mutters a reply.

"Ahem... Anyways, we can't keep fighting like this every single meeting. Maybe we should do the trust fall again...?" Germany mumbles to himself, trying to brainstorm ideas.

"Oui oui! Seychelles Darling~! Fall into my arms~!" France commands, gesturing to the beautiful young girl flirtatiously. Seychelles immediately shakes her head in response, hiding behind Hungary's shoulder.

"I don't think that's a good idea... considering how we all ended up at the hospital after Denmark trusted Norway a little too much..." Finland mumbled, making the room turn to glare at Norway.

"What? I just thought it'd be funny if I didn't catch him. I didn't think he'd actually crack his head open." Norway replied plainly with a roll of his eyes. "Still was pretty funny though..."

"It's fine! I totally feel fine now! Besides, my hair grew back quite nicely, and Nor and I are still the best of buds~" Denmark smiles, wrapping his arm around Norway's shoulder and pulling him close.

"Touch my shoulder again and I'll kill you." Norway threatened. Denmark, oblivious to Norway's threat continues to smile like a dork.

"I know! Why don't we all play the Pocky Game? I brought my camera and everything!" Japan suggests, pulling out a high-definition digital camera and various packs of strawberry and chocolate flavoured Pocky sticks.

"I think that's a great idea! Seychell-"

"NO!" Everyone shouts, cutting France off, making both him and Japan sigh in disappointment.

"I-I... I have an idea..." Canada mumbles, not wanting to speak up too loud as everyone starts to engage in their own conversations and arguments again. "Guys...? I have a... um..." Canada tries again, a little louder. No one responds. "You guys? If maybe you could quiet down a bit I uh..."

"Wait? Who are you again?" America asks, finally noticing the Canadian.

"Ugh! Germany!"

Frustrated, Canada lets out the quietest, politest growl of frustration in the entire world as he "stomps" (in his terms) over to Germany, who at this point is rubbing his temples, trying not to burst again. Canada politely taps Germany, catching his attention with a simple, "Ja?" Canada decides to whisper into Germany's ear his idea, which at the sound of it, Germany perks up.

"That... That might actually work!" Germany exclaims, standing up from his chair and slamming his hands down on the table again, catching everyone's attention. "Everyone! Canada has an idea! A way for us all to bond!" Germany announces before glancing towards the blonde with a nod. Canada points to himself and mouths, "Oh, me?" before looking back at the nations with a shy look on his face.

"U-Um... Well... You see, I have this mansion up on the mountains in Alberta. It's got plenty of space and enough room to fit all of us. So... Uh, I was thinking... maybe we could all take a vacation there for a month or two so we could really bond and understand each other." Canada mumbles, fiddling with his clothes nervously.

"Uh, where's 'Albania' again?" America asks, pushing up the rim of his glasses.

"Alberta. And it's uh... north of Montana, I think." Canada replies.

"Oh, it's in your country? No way Bro, I ain't living in an igloo for a month!" America objects.

"Are you a complete idiot?! Not all Canadians live in igloos you wanker!" England spits, taking a sip of his tea.

"I'm an idiot?! You're the one who burnt down your house because you somehow set your cereal on fire!" America exclaimed with a glare.

"H-How did you set your cereal on fire?!" Iceland inquires with a confused look on his face.

"America! Spreading lies and gossip is rude! I thought I raised you a gentleman!" England points at America, a blush coming onto his face as all the other nations laugh and comment on his cooking.

"You're still holding that grudge for my independence?! Get over it Dude, I'm not your little colony anymore! You're not my older brother! I'm your equal!" America shouts back.

"You selfish, ungrateful, bloody git! You should be thankful that I raised you or you could've turned out to be way more of an idiot than you already are!" England snaps, standing up from his chair. America immediately picks up the steaming tea pot that was placed beside England's elegant tea cup and walks towards the open window.

"AMERICA! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! PUT THAT TEA DOWN!"

"MAKE ME OLD MAN!"

"EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Canada screams, in probably one of his loudest moments ever. Every single nation gasps in horror.

"C-Canada!" America exclaims.

"Watch your language!" England lectures.

"Romano says the F-word in every single sentence-"

"I do fucking not." Romano cuts in.

"-but the one time I say it, it's the worst, most disgusting thing anyone's ever heard?!" Canada finishes.

"Yes." Japan replies blatantly. Canada sighs, cooling down.

"Look, if any of you want to come over to my place in Alberta this Friday and participate, you're more than welcome too. Maybe you all don't want to do something about all this, but I do! And I think Germany does as well. If we really want to fix these world problems, we need to work was a team, and if we want to do that we need to bond with each other and learn to listen to one another. We'll talk about this again at the meeting tomorrow and discuss details. Are there any objections, suggestions, or concerns before Germany calls this meeting to a close?" Canada asks politely, his eyes scanning the room.

"Yeah, who are you again?" America asks.

Canada sighs.

Another beautiful day arrives on the West Coast of Canada. Upon the mountain tops, the sounds of nature can be heard from far and wide. Various types of Birds fly by, along with the fluffy white clouds in the clear blue skies. The grass is perfectly green and perfectly dry. Flowers and other beautiful plants grow sporadically around a three-story elegant mansion, mostly painted baby blue with white accents. Around the walls grow lengths of ivy in beautiful swirls and shapes. Lightly crushing the dirt and rocks beneath their feet, Canada, Germany, and Japan walk down the dirt path towards the mansion, carrying boxes of food and various other supplies.

"Thanks for helping me today Germany, Japan." Canada smiles, taking a deep breath of the fresh mountain air. "I really hope this whole thing works out."

"I think it will. I just hope everyone shows up and doesn't bail out of this..." Germany mutters, glaring at specifically nothing.

"I've also prepared a list of activities that we can do to help all us nations bond with each other." Japan states.

"Wonderful! Maybe we'll give everyone partners for making dinners as well to help us work as a team." Canada suggests.

"Very good, but absolutely no Pocky Game and no locking people in closets Japan." Germany demands.

"But Germany-sama-"

"No."

"...Fine. I'll cross those off the list..." Japan sighs.

"Ah! Here we are! I hope you guys like it here! Feel free to make yourselves at home." Canada politely says, opening the large front doors, leading Germany and Japan into his large home, decorated just like how Canada would; homey. Though it hadn't been used in a while, the house still smells like maple syrup and fresh pancakes and though it's spacious, it still feels comfy and warm. The floors are made of light brown wood, along with most of the furniture. Most of the fabric and cloths are patterned with an old-fashioned style and most of which are knitted by Canada himself. Awing at the large chandelier in the middle of the living room just above the couch across from the fireplace, Germany and Japan follow Canada through the living room towards the kitchen, but they're stopped halfway through by the loud noise of a vehicle approaching the house right out by the front entrance.

Canada places down the boxes in his hands and runs out the door to see America pull in on his giant, monster truck with a few eagles and the American flags spray painted all over it. The loud base of a popular rap song sounds out of the speaker. Canada winces at the loud noise as he approaches the truck.

"America!" Canada tries to shout, only for his voice to be over flooded by the music. "A-Americ-Oof!"

"FREEEEEEEDOOOMMM!" America shouts, shooting the car door open as he steps out of the truck with a large smile on his face. "Yo, Canada Bro? Where'd you go?" America shrugs, about to walk towards the house when he trips over his brother, who is now lying on the ground, groaning in pain from being hit right in the face by America's car door. "Oh, hahahah! Sorry Man!" America laughs, not helping Canada up whatsoever as he skips towards the entrance where Japan and Germany stand, watching the whole scene.

"Hey Japan! Wassup Homie?" America greets, going for a fist-pump, which Japan merely stares at, not returning the greeting. America coughs awkwardly before finally putting his hand down. Germany runs over to help Canada off the ground.

"You're here very early America." Japan points out.

"You bet I am! Those other nations are going to feel so stupid and late because I'm here so early! Hahahah!" America laughs again. placing his hands on his hips. Germany and Canada eye him judgingly. Suddenly, the sound of horse shoes tapping along the ground is heard as two elegant white horses gallop up the hill, being guided by England, wearing a fancy suit. The horses also pull a large old-fashioned black carriage which contains multiple suitcases, all of which are England's. America quickly moves Japan out of the front doorway and places himself in a "chill" pose in the middle of the doorway, leaning on the sides of the door. As England exits the carriage, he picks up a single suitcase and heads straight to the door with a proper posture and look on his face, only to be stopped by America, who is currently in his way.

"Well, are you running a bit late?" America teases in a deep voice, eyeing England, who scoffs in reply.

"I'm quite early you bloody git, now go help bring in my luggage." England demands as America acquiesces and steps to the side, moving out of England's way.

"No way Man, I don't take orders from you!" America exclaims with a huff.

"I'll help!" Canada states, fixing his glasses as he picks up the rest of England's luggage and starts taking it into the house.

"Why thank you Canada! Such a sweet boy you've grown to be." England comments with a smile. America flushes, immediately feeling jealous.

"N-No! I'll take those actually. Besides, I'm stronger and I'm a hero!" America exclaims, taking England's luggage from Canada's hands and taking them into the house instead.

"Then why don't you be a hero and stop talking for the rest of the day?" England and America continue to picker as they enter the house, making Germany, Canada, and Japan sigh simultaneously.

As the day goes on, various other cars start to arrive, all including the Nordic Five, Russia, China, Seychelles, Hungary, Austria, Switzerland and Lichenstein, Poland, and Lithuania. Almost reaching the end of the night, Canada, Germany, and Japan hope for more arrivals of countries willing to participate, but after a while they start to lose hope.

"I hope more people come soon..." Canada sighs, sitting out on the front porch beside Germany and Japan.

"We can't wait for too long Canada. We need to start the announcements and laying down the rules." Germany states, tapping on his watch. "We also can't have all these nations waiting around in the living room for too long. We need to assign them their bedrooms."

"But the Italian brothers aren't here yet, and neither is Prussia." Canada points out solemnly. "Kinda hoped we'd have a better turn out of nations..."

"Well... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed about Italy not showing up... But we do have a good amount of countries here, more than I thought we'd be able to convince." Germany says, standing up along with Japan. "C'mon, let's go inside." Germany suggests, walking towards the entrance with Canada and Japan in tow.

"Wait! I see someone coming!" Japan points out, pointing towards the lights from a car approaching. Canada smiles, running out to the parked car with Germany and Japan following. Once the engine from the car stops, Italy basically jumps out of the car and runs into Germany's arms.

"Germaaaaaaannnyyyyy~!" Italy exclaims in happiness, pulling the taller blonde into a hug.

"I-Italy..." Germany tries to resist a smile, hugging Italy back.

"Kisses! Kisses!" Italy demands playfully, standing on his tip-toes, desperately trying to reach Germany's height.

"Ita-"

"Pleeeeeeeaseee?"

"F-Fine..." Germany sighs, his cheeks flushing as he places two kisses on either side of Italy's cheeks, making Italy smile even brighter than before.

"GET AWAY FROM MY BROTHER YOU POTATO BASTARD!" Romano shouts, head-butting Germany in the stomach. Germany doesn't move an inch.

"Romano I was just-"

"I DON'T CARE FOR YOUR EXCUSES! DON'T EVEN BREATHE AROUND ITALY!" Romano cuts Germany off.

"It was just a simple greeting Romano!" Italy insists as he's dragged towards the house by his brother. "Romaaaannoooo..."

Suddenly, another car pulls up. This time it's a sleek black limousine. Stepping out as if they were on the red carpet, France, Prussia, and Spain step out of the vehicle with dazzling smiles on their faces.

"Move out of the way~ For we are..." Prussia pauses for affect.

"The Bad..." France exclaims, striking a pose.

"Touch..." Prussia shouts, striking another pose.

"Romanooooooo~" Spain shouts, running towards the Italian with a joyful look on his face. Just as he's about to jump into a hug, Romano steps to the side, making Spain fall face-first into the ground.

"Don't touch me you tomato-loving freak!" Romano spits rudely.

"R-Roma..." Spain whines, rubbing his head. "Why're you so meeeeeeannn?"

"...Trio. He was supposed to say trio." Prussia rolls his eyes.

"All those hours of practice, wasted!" France huffs, stomping towards Canada's mansion.

"There better be food Loser! I'm starving!" Prussia states with a smirk, tapping Canada on the shoulder before following France into the house. Canada sighs.

"This is going to be a long night..." Canada mumbles, following everyone into the house.

Filled with chatter, Canada's living room is filled with plenty of nations from around the world. Desperately trying to squeeze through to get to the front of the room, Canada repeatedly says "excuse me..." and "O-Oh! S-Sorry..." and other various apologies. None of which are noticed by any of the countries. Once finally reaching the front of the room, Canada meekly taps a spoon on a glass, trying to get everyone's attention. No one notices, continuing on with their loud conversations.

"Excuse me? Everyone?" Japan tries to get everyone's attention. No response.

"Um... Guys?" Canada mumbles. No response.

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" Germany shouts, making everyone jump in fear.

"Oh! 10 burpees!" Spain exclaims happily, nudging Prussia on the shoulder.

"Now, we're all gathered here to bond and support each other to work as a team from now on, so no fighting, no screaming, no strangling each other-"

"Darn." Norway mumbles under his breath.

"-no hair pulling, no stealing food from the fridge, no randomly doing burpees, Spain, Prussia..." Germany obviously hints, noticing the two in the back, "randomly" doing burpees. They're both barely listening to Germany. "AHEM!" Germany grabs their attention, making them both scramble back onto their feet in fear of Germany. "As I was saying, no backstabbing, try to lower it down on the swearing, no insulting, no being two-faced, no-"

"Germany-sama, I think they got it..." Japan cuts Germany off. "We have a few ground rules we'd like to place for the next two months... 1. Everyone must participate in a weekly group activity that will help us bond and/or work together, 2. No one is allowed to leave this property unless forced to do so under extreme circumstances or a group activity. The only people that can leave are myself, Germany, and Canada, and that's only to get food, supplies, and other various needs, 3. We will be giving every single one of you a roommate that you will bunk with in a singular bedroom for the month. After the first month we'll randomly switch roommates. 4. Please treat Canada-san's humble home with respect. Everyone will be giving weekly chores to do around the house to make sure this place stays clean. I think that's it for rules... That's not too many."

"There is a swimming pool and a hot tub on the roof for anyone to use at anytime, an exercise room on the second floor, a theatre on the third, a game room on the second, and a few other things as well. I'll put up a map of the mansion by the front doors for reference. If any of you need anything, feel free to notify me, Germany, or Japan." Canada smiles.

"Okay! Everyone will follow the rules and bond with each other so that we can have LOTS OF FUN!" Germany shouts in an angry tone, making everyone quiver in fear. The room goes awkwardly quiet.

"U-Um... What Germany meant to say was 'so that we can have lots of fun!'" Canada repeats, making everyone cheer. Japan quickly picks up a top hat filled with papers with numbers written on them. Everyone picks a number from the hat and observes them.

"But that's just what I said." Germany whispers over to Canada.

"I-I know but-"

"Canada-san, are you going to pick out a number for your roommate?" Japan cuts off Canada's conversation with Germany.

"Oh, right. A-As much as I don't want to sound like I'm not open to everyone else, I hope I get one of you two as my roommate... I couldn't imagine getting one of the Bad Touch Trios..." Canada nervously laughs, pulling a number out of the top hat. "I got #3."

"Did you say #3, Mon Cherie?" France asks happily, coming up behind Canada.

"Oh dear..." Canada mumbles before turning around to face a joyful France.

"I got #3 as well~ Looks like we'll be roommates!" France exclaims, hugging the poor Canadian, who laughs nervously, before turning to Japan mouthing, "Help!"

"What number did you get Japan?" Germany asks, picking a number out of the top hat.

"#2. What about you?" Japan questions.

"#12... I wonder who that is..." Germany mumbles.

"Hey British Dude, what number did you get?" America asks England, peering over his shoulder.

"Stop breathing on me you git! I got 9. What about you?" England inquires.

"2..." America sighs.

"Darn..." England mutters under his breath.

"What was that?"

"N-Nothing."

"America-san, I believe we are roommates. You got #2, correct?" Japan asks, tapping America lightly on the shoulder.

"Oh yeah! Awesome! Rock on Japan!" America goes for a fist-pump again. Japan merely stares at his hand again, not responding. "Er... Um..."

"Hey Nor~ What number did you get?" Denmark kindly asks, leaning on his "best bud".

"Not yours. 11." Norway replies blatantly.

"Awh... Who did I get then?" Denmark inquires to specifically no one.

"#7? Sweden." Norway answers, pointing to the tall blonde. Denmark and Sweden make eye contact, only to start glaring at each other fiercely, their blood boiling by the second. Norway smirks, walking away. "Have fun!"

"Norway... Um, I think you may be my roommate..." Lithuania states, showing his piece of paper.

"Well, it could be worse I suppose." Norway sighs.

"W-What do you mean by that?" Lithuania stutters. Poland runs up to Liet, clinging onto his arm.

"Awh... You're not my roomie? And I was like, so totally excited to braid your hair n' stuff..." Poland sighs.

"O-Oh, darn... Heheh..." Lithuania pretends to be just as upset as Poland. "Maybe you got one of the girls. You could braid their hair."

"Ooh! That's like, such a great idea! I'm gonna go ask!" Poland runs off towards Hungary and Seychelles, showing them his number.

"Man, he's a handful. And I thought Denmark was hard to deal with." Norway teases.

"Oh... You don't even know the half of it..." Lithuania sighs.

The night continues on as everyone finds their roommates and goes to their respective rooms. Switzerland forced Germany and Japan to put himself and Lichtenstein together, in room #2 was Japan and America, #3 was Canada and France, #4 was Prussia and Spain, #5 was Romano and Italy, #6 was Poland and Seychelles, #7 was Denmark and Sweden, #8 was China and Russia, #9 was Hungary and England, #10 was Austria and Iceland, #11 was Norway and Lithuania, and #12 was Germany and Finland. Some where happy with their roommates... Others... not so much...

"This is such a lovely home Canadia-"

"Canada."

"-It's just so homey and well, you!" France exclaims, bringing his luggage into Canada's room and placing them by the bed. In each bedroom was a hand-crafted bunk-bed, a small desk, two wardrobes, a television, and a bookshelf full of history books and non-fiction.

"W-Well, thank you France..." Canada mumbles a reply, sitting on the spinning chair by the desk.

"Now, are you on top or bottom? Oh, what am I saying? You're much too meek to be on top. Of course you're underneath~" France rambles with a smile on his face.

"A-Are we talking about the bunk bed or-"

"Well, now that we're all settled and completely comfortable with each other..." France trails off, sitting on the bunk bed. "You must tell me, are you into Germany?"

"W-W-W-W-Wha... What?!" Canada stutters.

"Well, why else do you hang beside him so much? Tell me, are you just doing all this to impress him?" France interrogates.

"N-No! No, it's n-not like that at all!" Canada insisted, blushing from embarrassment. "I'm doing this cause I want everyone to bond-"

"Bond~?" France asks flirtatiously.

"N-Not like that! Just as like, a family and as a team..."

"So... You don't like Germany?"

"No! Not in that way!"

"But do you like someone?"

"I... W-Well... Yes-"

"Who is it? What's his name? Does he have white hair? Does he have red eyes? Is he loud? Does his name begin with 'P'?" France suddenly blurts out questions.

"It's a 'she' and her name is Madeline... She's not a country... She's human..." Canada mumbles solemnly.

"O-Oh... Canada... Everyone knows that loving a human will only hurt you. Humans are mortal. We nations are not." France says a little more softly.

"I know..." Canada mutters a reply. Before France can say anything more, the door suddenly burst open with Prussia in the doorway.

"Sup' Losers! Guess who I got as a roomie? That's right! Spain! And you're stuck with his this loser! Hahahahahha!" Prussia laughs, pointing at Canada, who at first pouts at Prussia's comment until he starts to realize...

Does he have white hair? Does he have red eyes? Is he loud? Does his name begin with 'P'?

Canada observes the albino standing in his doorway.

White hair... Red eyes... Loud... P-Prussia?

Canada quickly pulls France close to him and whispers huskily, "Y-You're trying to set me up with Prussia?!"

"You're smarter than you look Cheri..." France whispers back. "C'mon... Don't you think he's cute?"

Canada takes another look at Prussia who is dancing to himself in the doorway with a smile on his face, totally oblivious to France and Canada's conversation. He sighs, hanging his head.

"This may have been a bad idea..."

YAY FINISHED!

I hope you like PruCan because it's oh so very obvious that's going to be one of the main couples XD ...Or will it? Maybe I won't add them as a couple... Maybe I'm just teasing you... Maybe this story won't be humorous at all... Maybe it'll be a horror fic and stuff will happen and people will die!

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Yeah no, there will be PruCan. Along with Gerita, Usuk AND Fruk, Spamano, Dennor, AusHun, and many many many more~ So many ships, so little time.

Hey, if you liked my writing, go ahead and check out a few of my other stories on both FictionPress (most are much more serious and dramatic) and FanFiction (most of which are Legend of Zelda related) :3

I'm so happy with how it turned out! I hope you enjoyed reading it! Leave a review and I shall give you a free internet sandwich, provided with extra pickles, sauce, and cheese! Also you may choose whether you'd like fries, salad, or soup on the side. All free of cost! Thank you for choosing Dino's Sandwich Shop today! We hope to see you again!

Lots of hugs!

-Dino