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(Omfg, I need to be on him more, I'm so sorry. It's not that my muse was ever low, I've just been distracted by other accounts, gomen-)
"Nonono please don't eat me! I-I have a family of three, two kids and a wife! Please don't do this!" The miniscule two inch human in the American giant's fist squealed, thrashing about in total terror, salty tears blurring his vision and pouring nonstop as his face was tilted up towards the slightly poker-faced giant. Nothing was said for another endearingly long moment as his stomach roared for food, the thunderous, volumnous sounds nearly matching one of a humongous sized storm. "Look lil dude, a big boy's gotta eat..and it doesn't help to know I saw you kill an innocent woman. Hero's gotta serve justice 'round here!" He said, chuckling some at how pathetic he currently looked. No matter the situation...murder..is murder.
The sixty meter tall male, with eyes holding a majestic sapphire blue, dirty blonde hair with that one stubborn piece sticking up, wearing his WW2 uniform, bomber jacket and all, Alfred chose to ignore whatever else the murderer had to say, shifting his position so he held him by the leg alone. His eyes twinkled, matching the stars above in the nightly winter sky, holding a childish innocence to them..when his age does not match his maturity levels. The sixty meter tall giant(200 feet tall), slowly raised him to his face, parting his lips to reveal a gargantuan, dripping wet, saliva-coated, bright pink appendage known as " the tongue", giving one tremendously and agonizingly long lick, coating him entirely in slobber.
Seeming satisfied with the taste, Alfred tilts his head back, raising the dangling man who was only desperately praying to himself at this point, only to look down and see those parted lips, perfectly pearly white, boulder sized molars and the same wet appendage laid out as to serve as some wet surface to catch him. His eyes were closed, as if in eternal bliss, and the giant lets go, catching as planned, and bringing him inside the dripping wet, hot, stuffy, dark cavern of a mouth, snapping it shut. No..he didn't even need to lick him..at this point, Alfred simply swallowed him whole, moaning a little in the process.
But then..almost as if by instinct..as if he knew someone else was here..the American slowly strained his ears to hear the sound of footsteps..tiny ones..and coming in his direction. Wondering if this is a possible friend..or foe..Alfred managed to crouch down in the current area forestal area he was in, and try to see who was coming his way.
Under New Management
Hi everyone! Since for some reason, people are giving up on Hetalia and this account means a lot to me, my kohai decided to give this account to me.
My name is Jessica and I really hope that I can be the America on here. Note that this is my first time having a roleplay account, so please bare with me and help me with this. I hope to meet new people along the way.
Thank you.
Welp-
This is goodbye!~ I'm very sorry, but honestly my muse..is gone. Gone gone gone gone loooooooong gone!~ But hey, if anything, I have a bunch of other accounts so....- yea.
I'm going to give it to a good friend of mine on DA so.
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Important!~
Okay..I just want to say one more important, well..mega important thing before the next day comes around.
A real awesome friend of mine in my Italian one class has finally published her first book!
It's called "Crestfallen-Solitude" by "Gabriella Francis", and basically I'm real proud of her, and I promised to do a little advertising.
It can be bought in Amazon.com for $12.75 with free shipping, but for Kindle it can be downloaded for about $3.99
She's wrote it ever since she was fourteen, there's fourteen chapters of amazingness(since I got to read a little bit of it-) and it will be worth it!
I just wanted to put this up in case anyone
Little Songbird(Au Journal)
Oh, sing sweet nightingale
Sing sweet nightingale
High above me
Oh, sing sweet nightingale
Sing sweet nightingale
Giants aren't real. Same goes for dragons, the fae, mermaids, goblins, trolls, anything else mentioned in fairytales aren't real, and if it isn't to be seen, it can't be real nor true..at least that was what most of the arrogant humans, other than children who keep insisting they believe in their "mythical" species claim.
But can it be blamed? After all, it's all a part of a child's development: Exposed to their kind in some sort of tall tale, have little fantasies about it, but also understand that their "true home" are simp
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i' also wondering if you got my reply to our other RP btw))
Ivan was getting sick an tired of this, it seemed if England or Japan wasn't around to talk the american out of something or clam him. other nations didn't seem to prove any more useful, nor did they seem to have the strength to be able to cause Alfred any harm whatsoever though even though Ivan was still weaker than Alfred when he was normal sized but a superpower was a superpower and Ivan always had a few weapons handy on him.
this was the reason he was sent to the humongous nation to make sure the blond didn't eat the man, though the russian couldn't care less about the man, he wasn't one to play hero like America, he didn't try. so he took his time, this was a way of blackmail in which Ivan could use against the other.
as he walked closer, Ivan seemed completely innocent with seemingly no tricks up his sleeve and seemingly defenseless. the russian looked up at the american with that sweet smile "ahhhhh~ looks like 'hero' has become villain, da. though you were already villain~"