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Dumping his bags in the middle of the hallway where people were liable to trip over them., Santo flounced into what he assumed was either the living room or the social area and flopped on the comfiest looking armchair available, propping his feet up on the coffee table as if he owned the place...

Name: Santo Valeriano Gennaro Giovanni. Age: Thirteen. Gender: Male. Looks: For somebody hailing from a very sexy country, Santo isn't exactly the most pleasant thing to look at. For a start, his hair is a thick, black mess of Godknowswhat which should just about reach the bottom of his neck...

I get a lot of ideas, I just never know how to get them down on paper. Especially when it comes to the first paragraph. It's supposed to hook the reader but I simply can't do that.

Yeah, just go with Kami. A nice, Italian name. Using Japanese names for a story set somewhere other than Japan without proper reason just seems...weeaboo-ish, to be honest

Okay, there's not much to say about this since it's only one paragraph except...   You can't have five years' content in one bloody paragraph.   Also, you're supposed to take a new line every time somebody else talks or everything just looks all squished up and vuirehefwd.

Name:   Abdirahman al-Jalil ibn-Gamali Abdulaziz al-Sumal. (Commonly known as Abdirahman bin Gamali, Dirah and Mr. Gamali)   Age:   Twenty-seven or twenty-eight. He doesn't know his birthday.   Gender:   Male.   Appearance:   The one thing that distinguishes Dirah from most...

“Oh, uh...morning,” Santo said, trying his best to keep focused on the older girl's face rather than her chest. He'd learnt the hard way that the sluts here weren't exactly the sluts who inhabited the middle school he should have gone to, who dressed provocatively and wore their weight in...

(( Okay, I know this is technically SPAM, but it won't let me edit anymore so...yeah, you know that part about the school uniform? Just...pretend it never happened, all right? Santo is wearing...IDK, jeans and a hoodie. ))

Like many teenagers, Santo couldn't stand mornings. He occasionally – very, very occasionally – woke up before the alarm, but as soon as he heard that dreaded, high pitched trill he would groan and bury his face in the pillow to try and drown out the noise, his bed suddenly seeming a whole lot...

l i a r l i a r xxthe CHEERFUL russian guy l i a r l i a r x l i a r l i a r x 〔BRONISLOVAS VYACHESLAVOVICH ROZHESTVENSKY〕l i a r s 〔MALE〕l i a r s 〔19〕 Slova has...shall we say, a philosophy. He believes that, in order to get through your complete waste of a life without becoming...

Name:   Santo Valeriano Giovanni.   Age:   Thirteen.   Gender:   A manry man.   Appearance:   For somebody hailing from a very sexy country, Santo isn't exactly the most pleasant thing to look at. His hair, though it's certainly looking a lot nicer ever since the school...

(( GUESS WHO'S BACK. Yeah, I don't care that TT is dead/dying. I'm replying anyway. ))   It took a few moments for Santo to realise that he was still lying on the ground, probably looking as if he'd passed out. He opened his eyes and struggled to his feet, not caring that he hadn't thanked...

Whatever that stupid leekspin song's called.

8/10

Mine are...This sort of icy-green colour with random gold flecks and dark green around the iris. Bad description, but I can't find anything similar on Google Images so that'll have to do.

In Soviet Russia, Chuck Norris still pwns you. Yes. A Soviet Russia and Chuck Norris joke. Go me.

This. The only constructive criticism I can honestly think of is that you seem to use the word "Frenchman" quite a lot. It's not a big deal, though. Nor is this really constructive criticism. Great stuff. I'll forever envy your writing skills.

KRISTINNNNN GODDAMN YOUR SCOTTISH-NESS. But, as awkward as our conversations sometimes are, you're freaking epic and so are our weird-a** inside jokes. ILY, fellow Hetalia fantard~ Everybody else, you know who you are <3

The person above me has the coolest username ever.

Forgive me, I'm on my iPod xD ))   Santo tried once again to push the girl off, but it was no use. She was just too Goddamn heavy. Then Auburn spoke and, before he had a chance to tell Pearl to listen to the nice lady in his talking-to-a-loon voice, the others chipped in as well, but instead...