What would happened if a magic mirror in England's house pulls the Nyotalians in to meet the Hetalians...hmmm...

When Naruko runs away from the village, heartbroken she finds comfort with a Wolf. The wolf's swears to protect her, can he? And what he can talk to her brain? Disclaimer

"I forget, sometimes," says Arthur, cigarette hanging idly from his fingertips, eyes unfocused and gaze far-off. "I forget that we're Gods." "You mean monsters," corrects Francis. "Same thing," growls Arthur.

Feliks wouldn't call those people friends. He wouldn't call himself different. He wouldn't let anyone think he's weak. And he wouldn't let himself think himself to be lonely. Prequel to my other fic, "Glass". Rated M to be safe.

Arthur Kirkland just moved to the United States with his son Alfred. On a random trip to the mall with his son, he literally runs into a curious Frenchman, Francis Bonnefoy. Carrying his own son Matthew, and also divorced, Francis merely smiles and helps him back to his car. Kirkland thinks nothing of it, until he gets an angry wrong number call. Will love appear for them? FrUK