Fanfic Storage

(i just need to acsess this from off of this laptop, and copy-paste it into my main computer, so ignore this and please don't delete this, Ian! Sorry. I feal bad about this anyway you slice it. But I figure this is better than posting on DeviantART, becuase here there are even less people to get mad at me about positng from the middle of a stroy. Especaily one that has I do not own. Orginal concept is Hetalia (c) hidekaz Himaruya.
Plus, even worse is that I already typed this dang this up, but guess who acsidedntly made me loos it? My stupid little crooked-toothed cuosin.
So here is a part from the middle of a Fanfic from Hetalia.
Sigh. Here we go... if I can remember the excact darn words I used last time... it was so perfect. This will be like tracing something out of a magizene with your left hand. I blame Russia for this. Darned mind-trippy lizard eating communist. Featured in Ratitoulle! Look in the 'Your freidn the rat and Remmy's riding a hosue with a Czar. With glasses of... vodka perhaps? Or water or air, it's hard to tell. The Czar is on a pony though, adorable.
Sigh again. I really don't want to do this but I have to retype this so I can get to it from my main PC and connect it to the rest of my story so I can maybe post it here for reals (or DeviantART for reals or even Fanfiction dot net!)
One last sigh, followed by a creepy voice from the woods the Axiz finds themselves camoing in (much to Germany's dismay and Italy's glee.) Sigh for the third time. Why can't the pictures in my head manifest themselves right?! It's easy. Get on the page Italy! Germany, Japan, HerrSchick! Russia, you too get out of my head and onto the screen! Get out! GTFO! ... sigh, they're not listening to me. Wait I think germany looked up... no he thinks he's seeing things. Gosh darnit, we're coming up on teh county fair...! (what no one watched Missoula this year? Well may a Ponyta eat your soul. [Guess who's not happy with her darned cousin?])
H'rm. Let's being shall we?)
"Italy..." crooned a voice from... (Gah. I don't WANT to retype this darn thing. I should have tlaked my cousin into doing it a dn hammed up GermanyxItaly jsut for him. Then half way through he'd proabably act me if Italy is a girl. He's liek that. He had to get me to clarify the lead singer of Erasure's gender. But I don't think he'd mind to much if he was writting Italy and germany together. His uptight mom would, though, probably. And if they were black he'd have a problem.
I hate it when people are liek that. Whether homophobic or racist. Just get over it.
Anyways,) Italy stiffened and he was leaning on Germany who said his name, and that was way way more comforting thant the bush-voice, and Italy heard the consern in Germany's voice also (that was a paprgraph and phased 'way way' better.
"I'm alright" (or mabye that was 'I'm fine') said Italy, sitting up. Germany poked the fire with HerrSchick and a log fell apart and peotic language explained how pretty that was but the bush-voice ruined it aagain.
"Italy..." it siad.
"H-hello?" said Italy aloud. Germany gave him a look but was to busy pyroing to care if Italy was going metal (I shoudl totaly write one where all the characters have metal illnesses. ITaly can have schitzo, Germany can have OCD Japan can have... uh... clinical depression. Brittian gets schitzo too, and America can maybe too. France gets... I don't know, I desease that makes him need to be a heart breaker personizer. China gets... Oh yeha I haven't used multi-personality disorder. Uh... China can have schitzo too, because Russia get MPD. And Austria gets... a desease one of the anchinets had. HRE should get ClinDepression too, and Germany needs to also have short term Dory desease. Spain gets... influenza (cough twilightisbrainwash cough) and Romano gets Isuckimmaemoteanager desease.)
Italy gets up, walks past Japan who's sleeping like a horse, and kicks a bush. Russia pops out with a bruise on hip from Italy's rubber boat.
"Whyyyy?" he groans.
"Russia?!"
"Da. (backwards R) am Russia (Oh yah. I know too words. Be jealous, mudcrunkies!) Can i join your group?"
Germany gets up. he wants to say no, and thingks that the Axis should be able to to handle Russia, but reconsiders since Japan is sleeping, ITaly would just hide in one of the tents, and Russia has his faucet in a crude sheethe. So he begrudgingly says "Fine."
And since there's only two tents (I here explain Italy is a restless limb-flail sleeper and Germany doesn't like sharing with him. But he ahs to and he makes Japan bunk with Russia. Poor Japan!)
In the morning, Germany rouses them to sunrise and its freezing cold outside. Russia comes out of the tent in his boxers and scarf only, and Italy askes him how he can do that as he shivers away in his jacket. Russia says something cute about him owning the most land in the artic cicle or something, and Japan comes out too, and he looks like Russia gave him a cold, because his noise is running. (ha! They get life's uncomforts too!) and Germany makes pancakes with vinager in them (whoops! I acutaly had to eat vinagar pancakes. Less fun thatn potato pancakes with canberries. Le blech.) And Italy has a fit over this.
Soon they leave (I'm totaly making this up as I go, now, so I'm awesome. With a bird on my head.) and Russia carries everyhitng, becuase Germany is making him feel guilty about forcing his way into the Axis. Russia also gets to tell a story about... a tlaking snake and a singing boy.
(Yah, this is just skeleton writing. When I get this to the main PC I'll flesh it out. The hardest thing about this story is that I have make my audiece react correctly. I need 'awww!'s from Russia and eye rolls at bitch'n Frnace and Germany, and I need people to fall in love with switzerland 9jsut because h's nautral doesn't mean he should be a background character!)
Soon, Germany climbs a ravine and pulls out his binoculars (omg shiny!) and looks out dramaticly.
"There it is." he said "Toulouse." Germany knows this is the place.
"I wanna see!" cried Italy. Germany gives his the binocs, and Itlay looks at Toulouse for two seconds, then slowly turns around (spying a rare nihon and a roshia interacting in their natural enviroment) and looks back toward the south, the geographic Italy (i caugh tItaly looking at 'himslef' when I reread this. It sounded funny).
Germany recognizes the look on Italy's face before the brunnette nation can explain it. Italy is home sick.
"I want to go home." he says in his whinny voice, and leans against Germany.
The blonde nation put his arm around Italy and says "Yah, well we have to do this."
(the chapter closes)

(And reopens)
"Do we really?" says Itlay. "Why can't we just give Milkshake to Russia and wish him buona fortuna?" he pauses, then stands up straight and faces Germany "Or we could play mind tricks with them--"
"Did someone say mind tricks?" inquired Russia, struggling up the ravine.
"Yah!" said Italy, helping the chubby nation up the sharp rocky face of the ravine. "I was thinkigng we could send Milkshake to France and then take him back and send him to Engalnd and take him back, and on and on."
Russia gives Italy a confused look.
"What? You don't like the plan?" asked Italy, dejected.
"How are we suppossed to send Milkshake to Fracne and back?"
"Oh, ja. You don't know about Milkshake's magic power yet, do you?" says Germany.
"Other then looking really really cute?" asked Russia (nothing's cuter than him!)
"Yah, he can teleport." says Germany, and then closes his eye in consectration. "Russia" he says.
"Berk!" says Russia's overcoat.
"Huh?" Russia unbottons, and Milkshake jumps out. "Wow!" exclaims Russia, then switches to baby-talk. "What a good trick, da? Is little Milkshake a magic puppy? i think so. I think so!"
(Okay. I'm tired. Goodnight, hope no one is mad!)

Daddy's Poem

Don't read without tissues because it will make you cry if you have a heart..


Daddy's Poem

Her hair was up in a pony tail,

her favorite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy's Day at school,

and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,

that she probably should stay home.

Why the kids might not understand,

if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,

for her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again,

she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school

eager to tell them all.

About a dad she never sees;

a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.

Children squirming impatiently,

anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,

every child turned to stare.

Each of them was searching,

for a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?"

she heard a boy call out.

"She probably doesn't have one,"

another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,

she heard a daddy say,

"Looks like another deadbeat dad,

too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,

as she smiled up at her Mom.

And looked back at her teacher,

who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,

slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child,

came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here,

because he lives so far away.

But I know he wishes he could be,

since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,

I wanted you to know.

All about my daddy,

and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories

he taught me to ride my bike.

He surprised me with pink roses,

and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,

and ice cream in a cone.

And though you cannot see him.

I'm not standing here alone.

"Cause my daddy's always with me,

even though we are apart

I know because he told me,

he'll forever be in my heart"


With that, her little hand reached up,

and lay across her chest.

Feeling her own heartbeat,

beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.

Proudly watching her daughter,

who was wise beyond her years.


For she stood up for the love

of a man not in her life.

Doing what was best for her,

doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd.

She finished with a voice so soft,

but its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much,

he's my shining star.

And if he could, he'd be here,

but heaven's just too far

You see he was a firefighter

and died just this past year

When airplanes hit the towers

and taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,

it's like he never went away."

And then she closed her eyes,

and she saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement,

she witnessed with surprise

A room full of daddies and children,

all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,

who knows what they felt inside.

Perhaps for merely a second,

they saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy,"

to the silence she called out.

And what happened next made believers,

of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,

for each of their eyes had been closed.

But there on the desk beside her,

was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,

by the love of her shining star.

And given the gift of believing,

that heaven is never too far.


They say it takes a minute to find a special

person, an hour to appreciate them,

a day to love them, but then an entire

life to forget them.

REPOST THIS TO SHOW APPRCIATION for the people you'll never forget . It's a short message to let them know that you'll never forget them.

If you don't REPOST THIS, it means you're

in a hurry and that you've forgotten your friends.

Take the time...to live and love.

Until eternity

post this in your blog as "Daddy's Poem"