Author Notes: So here is a collection of story pieces and drabbles I've posted on tumbler. If you have a story prompt or a scenario you'd like me to write out for you just leave me a message and I'll put it here. Thanks hope you enjoy.

Playground Games

For: Drink-tea-and-Carry-On

Genre: Friendship

Fandom: Hetalia

Pairing: Prussia and England

England and Prussia may not have been the closest friends but they did have an understanding. It all started when they were small children barely old enough to be in primary school.

England had been an odd child in his household. His older brothers were always boisterous and didn't understand England's claims of magic and such. This made him often teased sometimes far more roughly then their parents knew. He weathered it all pretty well. So when he got teased mercilessly by the other kids on the playground during his first year of primary school it was just normal. He dealt with is in his own quiet fashion.

It was Prussia who taught him how to give back just as good as he got. When Prussia transferred to their school late in the year he became the new target to the bullies. His pale features and red eyes brought out some of the harsher teasing. At first Prussia didn't know how to react, and England actually stood up to his brother's Wales and Ireland when they started by throwing rocks at the older boys.

They didn't know it was England but it sure got them to leave Prussia alone. "Sorry about them. They can be right gits." England muttered at the albino before running off in embarrassment. This wasn't really how he wanted others to see him behave.

The next day Prussia was seen making friends with France and Spain but never said anything to England about the previous day. They weren't really in the same class so England didn't expect it. However by the end of the week Prussia would surprise him.

A group of some of the worst bullies had England pinned down outside the school fence and was threatening to shave his eyebrows. No one knows what started it or why. Probably just cause he looked like a good target. England expected to go home with no eyebrows at this point. He just closed his eyes and prayed they didn't do anything worse.

It was when he realized the yelling was no longer them jeering him or that no one was holding him down that he opened his eyes. Prussia had jerked the bigger kid off him and was in the process of beating him up. England stared a moment before tripping one of the bullies friends who was in the process of trying to get Prussia off his friend. By the end of the incident England was no longer just weathering the treatment but fighting back.

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Adult supervision

For: Me

Genre: Friendship

Fandom: Hetalia

Pairing: America and Fem!America

"Arthur." Canada was surprised when he met England in the hallways, and the older man recognized him immediately. It was more due to the fact that he didn't believe America could be this early if his life depended on it.

Of course this lead to England questioning him about his brother, "I know you're not his keeper, Matthew, but he did mention the other day about being next to your room in the hotel."

"Oh well I think he's up. His secretary was banging on his door this morning."

"Secretary? Alfred's got a secretary?"

"Yeah the blond girl at the last meeting, I think she's his secretary. She hounds him like one." After a moment Matthew added, "Maybe his boss thought he needed a babysitter."

"I don't think I remember her." England was really trying to recall a particular person when they spotted the subject of their discussion ahead. America had his back to them talking to a young blond in a business suit. England felt painful flash when he saw the two together, but dismissed it quickly. He wouldn't get jealous of Alfred spending time with others. "Speak of the devil."

"That's her, Arthur." Canada pointed to the girl. She looked to be no older than 19 but he felt something off about her. She looked familiar but Arthur could not say he's ever met her before. America hadn't turned to notice the two approaching nations but the discussion was apparently serious.

"I don't know why you don't propose any of those other plans at these meetings? Seriously the communications plan was so brilliant, and then you bring this to the table." She sighed as Alfred just gave her one of his silly replies about the awesomeness of his ideas while she fingered through a folder. "You can drop the act you know. I, of all people, know your masks." She told him before he continued with his excuse.

Alfred was quiet in his response, but both England and Canada could tell the seriousness in his tone of voice. This was not the America they were use to. Now Arthur was really jealous. Who was this woman that could bring about such a response? That was when he noticed how she looked just like Alfred. The same blue eyes and blonde hair, but it was the gestures and subconscious twitches that mimicked America's own that really caught his attention.

"You don't need that, what you need is adult supervision." She laughed this really upset Alfred.

"Amelia." He whined. "You really hurt me." Alfred was genuine in this. He was still so absorbed into the conversation he still hadn't paid attention to the other nations. "We're both America. I promised I wouldn't let our people down. You may be the same as me but that includes you."

"Really, North, don't make me regret talking Lee into surrendering the south." She replied quietly shoving the folder into his hands.

"Amelia." Alfred looked at her with one of those faces he wouldn't even show Arthur, and why wouldn't he show it to her. They were both America apparently? It was obvious to anyone who looked at the scene he was truly hurt. She returned the pained look with a sad smile of her own.

Arthur and Matthew looked positively stunned as the realization of who she was dawned on them. Two Americas? Well they've all seen her around assisting Alfred in his paperwork and assumed her just to be a secretary. Of course it's no surprise a nation that size can't really be of one mind especially with the type of government they have.

So two Americas? It was mind boggling. They could just pray she wasn't too much like Alfred.

"You know we're all horrible people at one point in our lives. We're never going to look like the good guy all the time." It was a quiet statement but none of them missed it. Alfred looked as if he wanted to reply but she held a finger up and continued. "Nations are born out of conflict, chaos and human desperation. Those who weather it, learn, survive and become better for it. We just have to walk forward with hope and integrity in our hearts, and pray others to forgive our foolishness."

Alfred smiled, "So no regrets?"

"No regrets." She answered without missing a beat. "Now off to a meeting. Don't make me have to beg England to baby sit you. I'll have him bake scones." Alfred laughed at the threat while England protested the obvious jab at his cooking. Amelia, once known as the confederate states of America, walked away.

"Is that who I think it is?" Canada asked quietly of course Alfred and Arthur were too busy arguing to answer.