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England

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Published: Aug 1, 2012

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here's England. im pretty sure i messed up on his hair but whatever

I HAVE ONE MORE AFTER THIS SO WATCH OUT

Hetalia belongs to Himapapa

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640x480px 70.77 KB

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LG Electronics

Model

LG-E739

Aperture

F/2.8

Focal Length

4 mm

ISO Speed

179

Date Taken

Jul 31, 2012, 6:57:06 PM

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MavoleontSpirit

Aug 1, 2012

aww england is my favorite

you should do italy if you havent

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