Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Hetalia Drabbles

Started writing these the other day, don't know why :3 I know, I'm spamming here, but whatever~

Um, the Bass World thing, it's....it's true. My pal Lydia and I are always ignored in our tiny bass section of the orchestra, and we really are thinking of opening up a store called "Corner Snacks". Anyway.

On the Hetalia-ness!


Belarus kicked down the door with maniacal glee, holding the detached door knob in her hand.  “Oh Russia~!” she called happily.  “The door that was separating us is now gone! Let’s get married.”
But Russia was not in the room.  Belarus frowned and looked around for him, but he was nowhere to be seen.  All she saw was a….Little Belarus?
“Yo,” Mirtil said, pulling a cleaver out of thin air.  “I’m Russia’s new bodyguard.  You are in violation of your restraining order.”


Screams rang through the haunted house as Mar, Mir, Lydia, and Thalia ran for their lives.  It wasn’t the zombies, decapitated bodies, blood, or vampires that had scared them.  No, they had laughed at all of that.  It was something far, far worse than anything else you would expect to find in a haunted house.
Poland frowned after the screaming girls.  “Like, what’s their problem?” he asked his pony.
The pony made a strange whiny noise in response.  When Poland turned away, its eyes flashed red.


“Yo, Iggy!” America shouted.
England sighed and turned around.  “What do you want, you git?”
The Land of the Free did his hero laugh.  “Just wanted to let you know that I’ll call you around 7:15 p.m. this Saturday to let you know the time and date France tells me for when all of the Allies are going to see the new Twilight movie!”
The next thing America knew, England was shaking him back and forth by his collar.  “Call me during Doctor Who,” he snarled, “and I’ll kill you.”


“No!  Not the hamburger!  Anything but the hamburger!”
China waved his wok threateningly.  “Then admit it, aru!” he roared.  Despite popular belief, China could be very scary when he wanted to.  “Admit that Hello Kitty is better than Superman!”
“I…I admit it!  Hello Kitty is better than Superman!  Now, spare the hamburger!”
Satisfied, China nodded at his accomplice.  Thalia took the blowtorch away from the McDonalds bag and tossed the heart attack in a wrapper to America, who ran far away, clutching his prize.
Thalia looked at China pointedly.  “You owe me lunch.”


Canada sighed and walked to the Corner of Rejection.  Everyone at the world meeting had forgotten about him.  Again.
To his surprise, there were already two girls sitting there, looking quite glum.
They waved at him.  “We’re Double Bass World,” one said.  “Population, two.  Our orchestra always forgets about us.”
“Ah,” Canada said.  He sat down next to them.  “I’m Canada.”
“Yes, we know who you are,” the other member of Double Bass World sighed.  She stared at him.  “Y’know, we’re thinking about opening a food business called Corner Snacks, for those who frequent the Corner of Rejection.  What do you think?”
“Well, as long as you have maple syrup, I guess it sounds like a good idea.”
Next time Canada visited that corner, Double Bass World had a food cart, including maple syrup.


Japan thought back to his first encounter with Switzerland, when he had been shocked at how different the other personified nation had been from his expectations.  He remembered how he had thought they would be dancing around in a mountain field, only to find out that Switzerland was the kind of person who would happily shoot Japan if he ever found out that that had been Japan’s idea of him.
I see now,’ Japan thought.  ‘I had him mistaken for Poland.’
“Stupid me!” he said, slapping himself lightly in the face.
Poland observed him with a bored expression.  His puffy dress bounced slightly as he cross his arms.  “So, like, are we gonna dance or not?”

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Wa Wa World Ondo

Love. This. Song. SO MUCH

It makes me so incomprehensibly happy. I haven't even watched all of Paint it White (only, like, the first two minutes xD) but I still love this song.


Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Happy (Belated) Birthday Kallista!


I'm so, SO sorry I didn't get this to you on your actual birthday. Me and my family are horrible with that.

SO! Thalia said she was drawing a horse. I would draw a Seahorse, and Mir would draw a Skyhorse (MIR, GET WORKIN ON DAT!).

But I realized I couldn't draw the fish thing. Or a horse underwater in scubegear, for that matter.

SO! I drew a zebra/merman hybrid. With a mustache.

 (Aaah... tilt your head to the left. A little bit more. More...good! There's your picture!)
That's me with a flying monkey on my shoulder, wearing a stolen hat, with Kallista balloons, saying HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY KALLISTA!!, and that hybrid thing. 


(Yes, we know who you are)

I have to say, I love how the green swirly thing turned out.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Happy Birthday Kallista!

Happy birthday my dear Kallista! You're an amazing, wonderful, fantastic person. I know this isn't much, but I wanted you to know how much your friendship means to me.

Here's a drawing of a pony with a very fluffy pygmy monkey wearing a hat on the pony's head for you!

I wrote a story based off this for you as well!

Riding a Shetland pony was exciting, Kallista decided.

The thing was tiny – it barley came up to her waist.  But it was strong, and as soft as a cotton blanket.  The best part was the there was a tiny pygmy marmoset riding on the pony’s head.  It was even wearing a little hat!

“Sooo cuuute!”  Kallista grabbed the little monkey and cuddled it close to her face, dropping the reins of her pony.  The monkey made a funny chattering noise, waving its little arms in the air, and the pony made a noise that sounded suspiciously like “Wee-snaw.”

Kallista just laughed and cuddled the animals even more.

Her beloved Purple Poet, Octaboona Ambrosius, had arranged for her to take a ride on the Shetland today.  It was a great birthday gift.  For hours, Kallista had been riding her pony in huge circles around the field, laughing and pretending she was a pirate.  The small children gave her weird looks, but she just grinned and waved crazily before riding over to give them noogies.

Of course, it had been hard to get into the ring at all.  It was rather hard to find on her bike, and it had taken her half the day to get there.  Then there was the matter of sneaking past the police man out front.  Earlier that week, Kallista had stolen his doughnut and hijacked his police car.  It had resulted in him chasing her on her bike, shouting angrily.

But now she was here, and Kallista was very happy.  She took up the reins again and tried to turn her pony around in a little circle.  But the pony wasn’t having it.  In fact, it looked over its shoulder at Kallista and simply said “Ney” before turning towards the barn.

“Whoa!  Where are you going, pony?” Kallista asked in confusion, tugging on the reins.  The pony said “Ney” once more.  It continued toward the barn.

“Abandon ship!” Kallista screamed crazily.  She tried to get out of the saddle, but her foot got caught and she fell over awkwardly.  The monkey chattered in annoyance and poked her.  The pony dragged Kallista by her foot into the barn.  The doors of the barn slammed closed behind her, plunging Kallista into darkness.  The pony unhooked itself and trotted off.

“Hello everyone!” Kallista called cheerfully into the blackness.

Someone swore.  “Who let her know?”

“Not me!”

“Hey, stop hitting me!  I didn’t do it.”


Kallista stoop up and titled her head, wondering who was actually there.  “Are we having a 

“Oh, screw this, where are the lights?”

“I’ll get them!”

“Oh God no, don’t touch tha-!”

The room exploded with bright lights.  Kallista screamed and pulled her banana gun out of her pocket, waving it around like a lunatic.  The shocked faces of her friends stood out in the flashing sparkles.  Fireworks streamed everywhere, popping loudly and smacking into people’s faces.  

When the last death rocket finally flew out a window, there was a soft click and the lights came 

“I found the lights!” Mar said cheerfully.

Mir roared angrily.  “I’m gonna eat you!”

Mar ran for the hay stack as fast as she could, Mir hot on her heels.

“Is this a government conspiracy?” Kallista asked suspiciously, ignoring the insanity of her friends.

Octa smiled and walked over to hug her.  “Nope, it’s a birthday celebration!”

As soon as he said it, about ten people propelled down from the rafters on ropes, each bearing a cake.

“Happy birthday, Kallie!” Skyril, Lizzy, and Lenka chorused.

The called echoed around the room.

“Happy birthday!”

“Happy birthday!”


“Happy – Fred, stop eating the decorations – birthday!”

Kallista grinned, and ran around to give everyone noogies and hugs.  The Shetland pony she had been riding before came over and nudged Kallista.  She looked down and saw that it was holding a plate with a piece of cake on it for her in its teeth.

Kallista took the plate with a laugh, petting the pony’s head.

“Ney,” went the pony.

The monkey chatted in agreement.

Friday, November 11, 2011


Been watching too much Hetalia :D France has started influencing my laugh.


Today is 11/11/11. Freaky, eh? In my fifth period math class, at 11:11 a.m., on the eleventh second of that minute, we all started cheering like lunatics because it was 11/11/11 11:11:11. My teacher just gave us an odd look and shook her head.


Friday, November 4, 2011


"Kalinka" is a super famous Russian folk song, as well as one of my favorite songs of all time. So great for dancing :D 6 or 7 years ago (oh God so long agoooooo) I did a traditional Russian dance with a couple of other Russian kids at my old school, including my brother (he wasn't very pleased xD). Aaahhhh, it was so much fun. I wasn't supposed to be able to do it. I was too young. But I was watching one of the practices, and there weren't enough girls or something? So the director pointed at me and this is what happened:

Director: You!
Me: Yes?
Director: You're Rupert's little sister, correct?
Me: Yes.
Director: So you're half Russian too! You wanna do this dance with us? We need another girl.
Me: Aren't I too young?
Director: Ah, that doesn't matter. Get up here!

So I went up there and learned a traditional Russian dance. Really fun, but really hard! I got to wear a cool outfit for the dance, though, so that's good.

Anyway, moral of the story, Russian folk music is awesome. I just recently found this song again after so many years and screamed when I heard it. Also totally in love with this awesome balalaika version of the song (a balalaika is a Russian instrument, shaped sort of like a guitar, as seen in the video picture)

I wanted to add a video of the dance we did, but I couldn't find one on Youtube that was similar. Apparently we did a very dumbed-down version of the dance lol.

The slow parts of this dance are sort of like what the girls did, but I still think ours was simpler.

That and there was only one other girl dancing besides me when we did it xD

Yes, I got to wear one of those awesome crown thingies on my head.

This dance here is most definitely NOT what we did, but it's totally amazing nonetheless.

So yeah.