Anonymous asked: Heter du Fia Modig ? ^^

Fia Orädd uwu funny story though, butt touch friend luleo who had known me for a while and my sister for frickin forever before wrote an invitation to me and put Modig as my name.
squints at louise
The letter didn’t go through pff

thevampirerose asked: How about you send us those things! *crosses arms and waits* Your move Fia.

I’m Fia and I like things and I want 10392 cats (unfortunately I have none) and I’m proud of ehh my last name which means “Brave” or “Unafraid” in Swedish hello all. \ovo/

Boooored.
How about you send me your name, what you like, your favourite food and if you have any pets. Uwu oh and also something you’re proud of with yourself!

romanorgasm asked: FIA. Imagine. Spain and Romano. playing. twister.

DON’T MAKE ME EXCITED I AM IN NO CAPABILITY OF DRAWING UNTIL TONIGHT HNGG

Anonymous asked: Fia, can you suggest a good site to buy cosplay wigs from?

Arda-wigs and Fantasysheep. uwu

alternatefiction replied to your post: So the day before I woke up to my phone calling. I…

Oh, she was calling on my behalf. She was asking for you, Boss.

Ohhh I see now!! Of course. You little shit it might have been afternoon in Japan— 

DiNozzo had a long and boring day. Nothing happened, nothing was exciting and McGee was sick. But what worried him the most was the fact that Spain had decided to go for ballet. 
“Nothing is so irresistible, so beautiful and so full of shit like him over there”, he pointed to an orange with sunglasses that had suddenly appeared on the table. Germany decided to simply sit down and wait for someone to be rich and give him money. This ‘someone’ was deeply shocked when it showed that golden lock princess Austria was getting married to Sherlock.
“What are you doing?” Hissed John and Sherlock swallowed a grape interestingly. 
“Well you see, I never really thought you were… Like… You know…”, Germany nodded understandingly, but Sweden still had no idea that Korea was in Disneyland.
Actually nobody really cared, the least Japan who just had gotten up from a bath and still had soap behind his ears. Though everyone believed it was Gibbs fault. But he’s always right so the blame landed on Prussia, because that’s where the smell came from.

The End 

It was an absolutely gorgeous morning in the lingonerry woods, Steve was as usual out on his daily morning salmon with potatoes and brown sauce. 
“It’s a healthy way to start your morning”, he said and ripped off all of his clothes. The whole hall applauded and everyone fell in love, everyone except the ones who was Gaston’s closest servants.
“I’m not agreeing to this!” shouted France in despair when he found out they were out of donuts. 
Italy knew that Dave, he, he was a real moomin. 
“A REAL MOOMIN?!” shouted Korea. “THE HELL?! But you know that if you scratch yourself under your toe you get a wish granted by Sherlock.”
This left a big mark on him and he decided to hook up with someone in the middle east.
“That’s far”, England sighed and died.
Everyone was very sad but Thor flew down from the sky and gave everyone chocolate hats. Everyone was happy again.

The End 

It was a sunny day in spring -93, the flowers were growing and Germany had just stuffed a rasberry in Nick Fury’s nose. 
“It’s gonna be so much fun when he wakes up”, giggled France while bouncing up and down on one leg, something that got Thor to buy some milk. This showed to be a bad idea though, since Loki had three ladybugs once. And a bumblebee too, but that was just a lie and everyone was sad. Especially Prussia’s fridge. It was something special with it, Sweden thought, and he just wanted a banana for his own. 
America froze and went home.
Then everyone got up and thanked England for the pretty dance. England then spontaniously started to buy shoes on Saturdays. Germany wasn’t so happy with this since it always ended up in big depts, but even he couldn’t deny that it ended up in a pretty splendid collection of shoes.

The End 

“The hell Steve”, Tony cried from the kitchen. “Cakes?! It’s not my birthday!”
“Yea uh, let’s not talk about that anymore”, he said and slapped Tony on a stone behind Moriarty’s house every Thursday.
John had always wanted to know how to make babies. Thor knew, and he held a class every evening.
“You start with sending all the Finnish cod to the moon, and when the time comes, should you really have to pee without sandals?! That’s totally crazy. You can’t really imagine so many people living in Finland, have I by the way ever told you about the time that bananas didn’t taste like bananas but as if Frodo and Gandalf would date, I mean come on that won’t work! Or, well, it would probably be for the best if everyone just converted to the same religion so we didn’t have to go through with all the fuss. Shit, muffins are so goddamn tasty.”
Everyone went home.

The End

Rome put his pen to the paper with great thoughtfulness. This was supposed to be his life work, so he had to buy some ox fillet to make it up to Frodo, whom had become a consultant detective and had to wait for him. It took about seven years before anyone heard from Korea again, and once he called it showed that it took a whole day to make nut banana muffins for Japan, who mistook nuts for a rabies infected frenchman. Luckily, there was no frenchmen in Bahamas so everyone could live just where they wanted without being judged by outsiders. 
One of them was John, and he definitely wanted it to be rasberry pie for dessert on Tuesdays.
“Or I won’t forgive Gandalf, he’s damn late again!” To the golfing, he meant, he and Gandalf was golf partners. Golfdalf was his name now, and he was completely convinced that Josef was a girls name. Korea agreed. 
“When I was in high school, ho ho ho… Back then it was pinches of snuff and joints that was the stuff. Now adays there’s just the russian laws ruling in a situation like this.”
“What laws?” Asked China.
“Yea but for example that if… That if you are a horse right? And I’m a chicken, yea  but imagine this sort of situation that you just have to start a company to feel worthy a moustache? Yea, that’s the feeling.”
He got a Nobel prize. 

The End 

Ok since I’ve got nothing to do now (can’t work on commissions since I’m at Micki’s house and also Micki is gone) until tonight I’m gonna write some of the continuation stories down for you.
They’re like a game you make with at least one other person, like you write a line or two and then the other is supposed to continue that line but they can’t see what the other has written shalala it can turn out pretty great so yea. u^u I’ll find some and write them down here.

So the day before I woke up to my phone calling. I was still tired but since it was an unknown number, I cleared my throat and did my best to sound like I had been up for a while. And I answered. It was an english lady calling, very proper, probably from a company somewhere and she asked me if I had the boss nearby. AND I WAS STILL SO TIRED I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO SO gosh I just looked around, said ‘no not really’ and she politely said ‘alright, I’ll come back later’ and I agreed and we hung up. And I didn’t think more about it until later that day, like… I could’ve just said it was the wrong number?? Or anything?? But of course when you’re sleepy you don’t really think. At all.
She hasn’t called again btw.  

Anonymous asked: Where do you put the stress then, is it Fiá or Fía?

Uhh it’s Fía then I suppose.