One two three, one two three, one two three one two three.
Down over up, down over up, down over up, down over up.
The Austrian man’s hands moved quickly, counting out the rhythm for those in the orchestra. He threw himself into the music, almost hunching over as he led them into a decrescendo, and throwing his arms wide as the tempo changed.
Cue the brass, bring his hand down sharply for a cymbal crash. It was magnificent, the dream job. And no one was better suited for it than Roderich Edelstein.
Twenty measures left. Chords and arpeggios soared through the orchestra, reverberating through the hollow bodies of the strings, w
Vargas’ name was like a pot boiling over. Slowly the temperature rose until with a bang it all boiled over. And the phenomenon started with a question.
There was no doubt about it, Amy Jones was one of the most dazzling on the red carpet that night. As a mere supporting role in the new blockbuster movie, Kiss, Kiss! Bang, Bang!, it surely would have been more appropriate for something a bit more subdued. But in show business, there is no subtlety.
There was one question every reporter asked that night, the question everyone was dying to know the answer to.
“Who made that dress?”
And the answer?
“Vargas.”
One two three, one two three, one two three one two three.
Down over up, down over up, down over up, down over up.
The Austrian man’s hands moved quickly, counting out the rhythm for those in the orchestra. He threw himself into the music, almost hunching over as he led them into a decrescendo, and throwing his arms wide as the tempo changed.
Cue the brass, bring his hand down sharply for a cymbal crash. It was magnificent, the dream job. And no one was better suited for it than Roderich Edelstein.
Twenty measures left. Chords and arpeggios soared through the orchestra, reverberating through the hollow bodies of the strings, w
Vargas’ name was like a pot boiling over. Slowly the temperature rose until with a bang it all boiled over. And the phenomenon started with a question.
There was no doubt about it, Amy Jones was one of the most dazzling on the red carpet that night. As a mere supporting role in the new blockbuster movie, Kiss, Kiss! Bang, Bang!, it surely would have been more appropriate for something a bit more subdued. But in show business, there is no subtlety.
There was one question every reporter asked that night, the question everyone was dying to know the answer to.
“Who made that dress?”
And the answer?
“Vargas.”
Good Hetalia Fanfic advice + Other canon things by SaneHetaliaFans, journal
Good Hetalia Fanfic advice + Other canon things
I've been browsing fanfics on dA here lately, and I gotta say, some of them are just so out of character it's not even funny. So, I'll be making a nice little list here of things that are canon and tips on what to do when making a fanfic.
More things may be added later on! If you want to know more, I suggest this wonderful blog: http://hetaliafanficpetpeeves.tumblr.com/
:earth: Do not butcher a language, this means using things like "Fratello", "Bruder", "Mon cheri", etc. DO NOT USE THOSE UNLESS THE CHARACTER IS TALKING TO ANOTHER CHARACTER WHOM SPEAKS THAT LANGUAGE FLUENTLY.
:earth: Do not make a character call their sibling only by broth
So I had a deviantART account when I was like twelve or something. I found it again recently, and I actually had met some pretty cool people on there so I made this to see if I could reconnect with them or maybe meet some more rad people.
Almost three years have passed sense my first dA account and look at that, I'm still into Hetalia.
But yeah, I'm a musician and I kind of like to write sometimes so maybe you'll see my lame fanfictions here once in a while or my even lamer doodles.
I play the piano, and the French Horn, and wow BLFAC is honestly the best place on earth.
I'm on tumblr a lot so if you want to fine me you can find me at doobiedowhop.tumblr.com!
Smoochies and have lots of fun on the internet kids.