This is basically the original story "Beauty and the Beast" but I switched the characters from the actual movie to Hetalia characters... There will be linked a song to almost all chapters! I hope you'll all like it!

"Call me maybe" is a PruCan texting story and that inspired me to do this, it's almost like a Spamano version but different, the only thing I can find similar is the fact its texting. I did most of it late at night which means it is top quality writing, I swear (sarcasm.). Please read Call me maybe before you even consider touching this. HolidayDoom wrote Call me maybe. ________________________________________________________________________ Lovino didn't have any friends for years. Being bitter and having the school's most hated group messing with him all the time kept people away. Antonio was living alone, homeschooling himself over the computer and working hard to keep a roof over his head. What might happen when these nearly complete strangers have a conversation started through a insult sent to the wrong number? #TeamHotpocket ____________________________________ Critisim and ideas are welcomed ____________________________________

Random Hetalia things I write with my friends that seem fab, so I put them here. Not much explanation required I can't explain things for my life anyways.

Grace is an outspoken young woman in 1890 who would rather take over her father's publishing company than find a husband, much to her mother's chagrin. When her unrequited love turns his attention on her will she give up her dream in order to be a respectable wife as is expected of her? This story is told in drabbles. Each chapter is exactly 100 words. Your feedback and suggestions are most welcome.

"Our next is a girl of eighteen summers. She has smooth, unblemished skin and has been schooled in the arts of love and seduction. But most of all, she is untouched." my auctioneer and captor said as he paraded me in front of the men. They eyed their fill of my body but they were forbidden to touch. "Bidding starts at two hundred pieces of silver." I was returned towards the stage as the men stated their prices. I was a rare commodity: a slave girl yet untouched, eighteen, fertile when the land has been struck with a plague that left women barren. The price for me reached eight hundred silver coins and many have already backed down. "Two hundred gold coins!" a man spoke up. It was he, the man who stared at me with passion and desire in his eyes moments ago. That was quite a sum for a slave! "Two hundred gold coins going once, twice... Sold to the King of Ivaris!" the auctioneer shouted. There it was. My fate was sealed. I am a love slave and it is just my luck that I am sold to the same cruel king that destroyed my kingdom. *A story of love, of gods and goddesses, of reincarnation and magic, intrigue and betrayal, of kings and war...*