Crystal's update blog

already done on my main blog but ig I'll make a shorter version here

You can call me: Crystal

Pronouns: spin a wheel to decide ig lol

Timezone: CET

Languages: Italian, Portuguese, English, French and Spanish

Current project

Poly countryhumans fic

tag I claim as my own for no reason: #crystalinfodumps

Always looking to make new friends <3

Main tags I use

#Ch Headcannons - headcannons that are cannon as per the universe of my fic

#Crystalinfodumps - me talking about literally anything for more than a sentence

Greece: walks into the kitchen, ignoring everyone Italy: Hey, Greece, how was your day? Greece: picks up an onion and bites into it, staring at Italy Hell. Egypt, watching this unfold: whispers Who hurt you?

Egypt: The odds of this happening by coincidence are vanishingly small. Greece: I would say infinitesimally. Italy: And I'd say teenily-weenily. We all know words.

Egypt: And now for a gay update with Greece and Italy. Greece: Getting gayer. Egypt: Thank you, Greece.

Italy: It’s Pride Month, you know what that means! Egypt: I get to eat as many Skittles as I want? Italy: What? No! What has Greece been telling you? Greece, walking in, pouring Skittles into their mouth: Taste the rainbow, bitch.

Italy, to Egypt: You know, Greece can be really aggressive, so it's important to take all the necessary precautions when approaching. Italy: blows airhorn at Greece GET FUCKED!

Italy, in a high voice, holding Barbie: Hey, Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career! Egypt, in a deep voice, holding Ken: Nonsense, Barbie. You’re staying home and having my kids. Greece: What the fuck are you guys doing? Italy: Playing systemic oppression.

Britain, on the phone with france: The child you sold me is a scam

France: what's wrong with him? I swear, he only bites when provoked

Britain: no, you gave me another one of the traitors

France: what? I swear this is the first child I've sold you so-

Britain: no my other children

france: what did he do????

Britain: he's done what my other two children have done! make friends with the enemie!

France: ...

Britain: First I have the thirteen colonies, who hates me and wants to date the enemy's child. Then I have my dear New zealand, my favourite child, who insists on having tea parties with the enemy's children every week. AND NOW I HAVE YET ANOTHER ONE, WHO SPENDS hALF HIS TIME MAKING LITTLE CROWNS OUT OF FLOWERS FOR THE ENEMIE'S OTHER CHILD

France: don't you have a fourth child????

Britain: Yeah, but I don't think he'll last long

France: as in he'll start fraternizing with the enemy soon?

Britain: no as in he'll die soon. Last I saw him he was on the roof holding a crocodile in a chokehold in one hand and a metal rod in the middle of a thunder storm after saying he had an idea on how to become a superhero

told a man that his boyfriend wanted to stab him

Was an idiot:tm:

Thinking they've been forgiven

Everything

forgot to pack swimsuits

existed

Wasn't a mind reader

Let literally anyone around a Shakira song

Under estimated the power of memory

He was slightly nervous. Ok, very nervous. 

Given his boyfriend’s last texts to him were very indicative he was pissed at him, he was not anxious to confront him. But also it had been a week and a half since they’d seen each other so it was kind of a coinflip of if Mex would be more pissed or more happy to see him again.

So there he was, waiting for them to appear with Guiana and Peru, who had insisted on coming as well.

“ARGIE!” He probably had about five seconds to react before Mexico, who thankfully seemed to have forgiven him, crashed into him with a hug.

“Mi vida, good to see you too, but you’re kind of making it hard to breath-”

“Good, my work here is done then!” He let go, running back to get his suitcase.

“So still mad about yesterday I guess?” He asked Canada.

“Yeah, said he was going to uh stab you or something”