Fandom: Hetalia
Genre: Character study, Slash
Word Count: ~1300
Pairing: Implied France/Various
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Vague references to past rape
Written for: No real reason at all
Notes: First fic of any kind in a while. Somehow writing Hetalia can always snap me out of a bad writer's block. Had this on my hard drive for a while before I managed to actually finish it, so I hope the first part doesn't read like a completely different style than the second, lol. Also, what is it with my Hetalia fics lately? I swear, I used to write decent PWPs, and now they are all character studies mumble mumble mumble.
Beta: The sweet
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Summary: "You have hundreds of years of glorious and inglorious history - the grandeur of Versallies, the bloody revolution, the art, the food, the cinema and haute couture that is just so much better than everyone else’s. You still consider yourself a respected power of the world, although, realistically speaking, after Napoleon there really hasn’t been any reason for the rest of Europe to quiver in their boots."
Disclaimer: No ownership was claimed in the making of this nonsense.
Now with a lovely Chinese translation by \o/ Lets all give cookies and hugs <3
( But from the sun-sweetened banks of Rivera to the dewy streets of Paris, you will always be the one, the only, the heart-breakingly beautiful. )