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Oh my god, you guys.

I was going through all of my saved messages and stuff, cause I know that Sierra had sent me a ton of lovely messages on this account, and I've been feeling really stressed recently so I figured that checking up on this account and re-reading words of encouragement couldn't hurt, and-

It wasn't just Sierra. It was actually like... a ton of people.

And maybe I was just an angsty fuckhead on the internet (was?) that people sent pity messages to in hopes that I would shut up, but some of the things people said to me while I was on this account were just.... Some of the most supportive things people have ever said to me in my entire life.

So thank you.

Thank you, again, and again, and again. I cannot thank my lovely followers and friends on this account enough, for being as wonderful as they are. Even if we rarely talked, or haven't at all, every one of you is absolutely fantastic, and please don't ever forget that. ;A;

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#So many of my favorite blogs are still following me too ;A;#Guys I haven't updated in months #I still love you though ;A;#Lets be friends that talk #I still have more followers on this blog than my main #Hi guys I love you #How many times can I reiterate my love for my followers on this blog in one post?

Well.

I figured I should actually mention that this blog is going on an indefinite hiatus.

(Which may have started a few months ago, but I thought I should say it, considering I'm still gaining followers...)

I'm not going to delete this blog anytime soon, because I still like Hetalia, and I like having easy access to all the things that I've reblogged, however, I simply don't have the time to manage this blog, my other tumblr, and my life. (One job, another to come maybe, high school, I'm starting college and an internship in two months, and I'm planning a month-long roadtrip a year from now, FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF WHAT IS SPARE TIME.)

So uh... Yeah.

It's been fun getting to blog with you guys.

You can find me at this tumblr , or this facebook account, if any of you want to be awesome and continue to stay in touch with me.

And that's that! I'll probably check this blog two or three more times, because I want to set up a tag system. Maybe change the theme.

But other than that, that'll be it.

Bye. :)

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PIXIV OMG YOU NEVER CEASE TO AMUSE ME.

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“There you are, what are you doing out here? Everyone else is inside!”

“Mm, just needed a breather. I’ll be in in just a sec.”

“Hmph, doubtful, more like 5 minutes, it’s already been a second…”

“Hm? Oh- yeah that’s what I meant. 5 minutes.”

“*sigh* You honestly never give good estimates, you exaggerate time like it’s going to make it go faster when you say it like that.”

“Is there anything you REALLY wanted to discuss.” Arthur puffed out his cheeks but strode over to Alfred’s side. Alfred whirled around, elbows perched on the balcony railing.

“Actually… I feel like I need a ‘5-second-breather’ as well. Can’t say things are going smoothly. Heh- my people really want to strangle you, Alfred.”

“Yeah, I noticed… Mine can’t get enough of you- but I guess that doesn’t matter.”

“Oh nothing but flattery… Got a fag on you?”

“Nah- droppin’ the habit.”

“Damn.” He leaned over his folded arms over-looking the city, it was brisk, though cloudy. ”Really I could use a light, I can’t handle all that… that… crap.”

“I see my vocabulary is rubbing off on you.”

“Uhhgg… more of a reason I need a light.”

“… haha- ahem, your people really hate me?”

“Oh they could strangle you haha~” Arthur pushed himself off the rail and straightened out. He didn’t notice Alfred wince.

“Does that mean… you hate me?” He tried to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“But of course, Alfred~ haha” Arthur began to walk off but turned to look at the young American. ”Well, maybe you’re not all that bad.” And with that Alfred stole Arthur’s wrist and pulled him into his arms.

“God, I hope so.”