Don't AskDon't tell me to tell you what's wrong,You don't listen when i try.Don't ask me why i never talk,What's the point if you don't care.You time it,You plan it,You ask me when i'm fine.Just when i am crying,You pretend everything is alright.
Hetalia: Road BlockedWARNING: Germany and Italy cuddle, and if you're against that stop reading now "What are the odds of the roads getting blocked by snow IN SUMMER and us having to spend the night in an old abandoned house that conveniently only has one bed!" Germany's angry voice asked harshly as he and Italy sat on oposite sides of the one bed they had found in the run down wooden house they had found to spend the night. The house litteraly consisted of one room which contained only one piece of furniture, a two person bed covered in a sheet embroidered with ugly flowers. "Well we are in Russia," Italy said optimistically, "It's snowy here all year." "Yes well next time Russia tells us to come over he can come and get us himself so we don't have to drive in his psycotic country!" Germany said thru