Wattpaders: Somethings up with Howlett,
Somethings up with Howlett.
Don't know if we're ever going to get her back.

She's all alone up there,
Making theories in her mind.
Hasn't replied for hours,
Hope she hasn't died.

Something's up with Howlett,
Something's up with Howlett.

Me: Theories and ships are buzzing in my skull.
Will it let me sleep? Not if I don't publish it.
When I think I've made it perfect, I see a spelling error.
My pale fingers correct with all their might.
Like ants carrying a piece of bread.

These little loopholes,
Theories waiting to be cracked.
These characters and backstories confuse me so,
Confound it all, I love it though.

Simple headcanons, nothing more.
But something's hidden through a door.
Though I do not have the key,
Somethings there I cannot see!

What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?!

I've read these fanfiction and short short stories so many times,
I know the plot and I know the quotes.
I know the character songs, all my heart.

My skull's so full it's tearing me apart!

As often as I've read them, something's wrong,
So hard to put my pale finger on.

Or perhaps it's really not so deep as I've been lead to think?
Am I trying much to hard?

Of course! I've been too close to see! The answers right in front of me!
Right in front of me...

It's simple, really, very, very clear.
Like music drifting through the air.
Just because it's not canon, doesn't mean I don't believe it!

You know, I think this Hetalia thing is not as tricky as it seems.
And why should they have all the headcanons? It should belong to everyone!

Not anyone, in fact! But me (and a friend)!
Why we could make our own theories!
And there's no reason we can find,
That we can't handle Hetalia-watching time!

I bet we could I'll prove it too!
And that's exactly what we'll do...
Kolkolkolkolkol~
Coper! Pangaea is ours!