Today is a con day. Don't think about what con this is, where it is, what's happening, or if you're late to your stall, or whatever. Just know, you're at a con. And that's all you need to worry about.

You walk around, trying to find the people holding a sign with your name on it. It was kind of like the airport when your friends were there waiting for you. You find the people who were looking for you and allowed them to lead you backstage.

You'll admit it, your fandom isn't really the first thing that comes to mind when people ask. But it's quite universal and you're proud of what it's become. Your precious fandom. You are about to share your love with the world.

Now the con you are is BIG. People from every fandom and pretty much every country or every skin color and race are here. You had recently been selected to show your pride as a fan of your fandom. People from tons of fandoms have walked up on this stage so extravagantly and impressionable with the idea of leaving a mark in everyone's heart, guiding them toward their fandom.

You tend to do just that, but your own way.

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What time is it?

Showtime.

Where are you and what're you doing?

Onstage and about to pee yourself.

There you are, standing there stiff as an arrow as the entire con looks up at your with high expectations. This is a special opportunity and if you wasted it on something so terribly stupid, you'll have people coming for your blood. Three others, chosen, had already been killed from doing just that and you were afraid you are about to be next. Fans are serious about this. Very serious.

Taking the microphone in your hand, you take a deep breath.

This is, in your heart, the battered fandom you hold dear.

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Kings rule their kingdoms.

Freedom is lead by the free.

A fandom is ruled by fans,

who bring the world out of their story.

Rejected, yet respected.

Unheard of, yet large in number.

Unofficial, yet indestructible.

That's the nature of a fandom.

We are of a fandom.

One of many, just as universal.

Some may say, just one day,

It will bring the world to a whole.

We are resistant as a Russian.

Just as wise as a Chinese.

Can be serious and dedicated like an English Brit.

Ideal and impressionable as a Japanese.

Loving and expressive as a French.

Cool and controlled as a German.

Laughing and singing like a free-winged Italian.

Supportive and rising like a Canadian.

As hated and forgotten,

This fandom is,

We can roar louder than the American battalions.

This pride,

This joy,

This pain,

This appreciation.

I am proud to be a Hetalian.

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H-Hey, what's up...?

*gets a vodka bottle thrown at her*

S-Sorry! I'm sorry for being gone for so long! I mean, I'm kinda stuck and outta ideas and need something to work on so-

*is chased with a metal pipe*

I-I-I-I SAID I'M SORRYYYYYY!!! >  A'<;

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*hiding in some place while hearing people wreck havoc*

O-Okay, sorry for taking such a long time.

I am literally fresh outta ideas and I need some backup!

Everyone patch in some ideas!

"EVERYONE I FOUND HER!"

B-B-B-BYE-BYE!!!

*runs for her life*