"Then wait for me." Kanan loves the sea, and wants to share that love with someone. It takes her years to realize it's someone she's been with all along.

A series of oneshots. History isn't always remembered but it doesn't mean the nations forget as well. Especially since they were there when it happened. Based on historical events and facts. (Warning: history is not always pretty so will or could include drug use, murder, and acts of genocide and war crimes)

Taiwan gets pregnant out of wedlock. Should the other Asian nations plot to have her killed in the name of honor? Or is showing that compassion and forgiveness are the best ways to deal with such problems?

Elizabeta made many memories in her life and although so many memories faded and turned hazy, the ones containing the Phantom, the Angel, never lost their clarity. Oneshot.

The true strength of a lotus bloom lies in its resilience.

Her friendship had begun with him teaching her about Earth, most specifically birds. Now she would return the favor. AssyelumXSlaine (Post 2nd Cour) Sequel to 'Learning to Forgive'.

Despite her forgiving him, he now had to learn to forgive himself. AsseylumXSlaine (Post 2nd Cour)

Chirp. Chirp chirp. They were so loud. So painfully loud. [slaine drabble, end spoilers]

A series of one shots about women who affected not just history, but the countries they live in. Rating may go up depending on subject matter.

Twenty-six alphabetical drabbles to commemorate the one and only Slaine Troyard's birthday. Spoilers for Second Cour; mostly one-sided SureAse.

The world could never replace half this lifetime with thou. China. Vietnam. ChuViet.

So...Yeah. I'm being forced to take care of psychopaths because I was stupid enough to sign my life away. Now one thinks I'm a girl and is hitting on me, the other can be a brat, and I think I'm out of Advil. Based off of LolliDictator's manual stories.

She has a beautiful garden, but there are only four flowers in it that can make her cry. -Vietnam

No one knew he was going. Not even her. He didn't even know why he came. It would change nothing. The war would still have happened. The missing were still missing. The dead still dead. And the ghosts would always haunt him.

After that one night, things were never the same between them. England and America in the Boston Massacre