Grell and I were sitting in French class (this is kinda a prequel. It happened before she realized she was caught in the fandom.) and our teacher (whom we call mom, because she has that kind of attitude. She doesn't care that we call her that either.) decided that tomorrow, as it was the last day before break, we should have a party.
I immediately asked, "Can we have a German Sparkle Party?"
She didn't hear me (I am Canada. No one ever hears me, and they often forget me) so Grell joined in. "Can we have a German Sparkle Party?"
The teacher just ignores us.
Then Grell and two other people look at me and ask, "What's a German Sparkle Party?"
Naturally, I burst out laughing.
They pester me about it for a minute or so, but I just shook my head.
Later on I told Grell, and naturally, she loved it.
She's wearing the party pants tomorrow, by the way.
While cosplaying as Grell.
I get to be Sebas-chan, but it's gonna be bad, since I don't have black hair, and have NO cosplay essentials, as my mom thinks it's childish, and a waste of time.
Grell was insistent that I put this in here. And it's always wise to listen to Grell.
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FanfictionRandom stuff with Hetalia. I don't own Hetalia (sadly) but I do own...whatever this is. BTW I make these when I'm bored so, they may be stupid. Has the foul language. You've been warned peeps. If you wanna read, there's a sequel to this. Can ya gues...
