My name is Lovino Vargas but that's not who I actually am. I'm my brother. They put his DNA into a little ball of jello and grew me like a house plant. To say it blatantly, I'm a clone and I'm in a disturbing amount of trouble. I'm about to tell the story of my fight to preserve my humanity followed by a vicious history of crime but it's a secret. Nobody has to know.

It all began with a kiss, a simple uncalled-for kiss, that Lovino wanted nothing more than to forget and move on from. But things never go as expected; one small action makes all the difference, and now he has to face the consequences - falling in love with a married man.

He is destined to follow, and he knows this, and accepts it. Because when it comes to Enjolras, that is worth everything. Grantaire-centric, slight character study.

So... This is where all my random and too short to be posted alone ideas will go. Please check? Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or anything that appears in this as my inspiration. Genres will change. Stories aren't linked unless said so. Many pairings. Chapter 36: *insert description of chapter*

Fate is once kind, twice cruel. And Captain Antonio Fernandez Carriedo does not have a heart, nor does he fall in love with his prisoners. But Lovino Vargas might just be the fuel to his flame - certainly there's more to him than meets the eye. (Rated T for swearing, violence and slight adult themes)

Being a female Musketeer just got a whole lot more complicated - just throw in a terrible past (or two), destructive plots, the people to carry them out, and a huge load of danger ... along with friendship, love, loyalty, and above all, the courage to face and overcome it all. ADOPTED BY ISAGRECIA

Being a new country is not as easy as it seems. Especially when it involves a plethora of established nations both intimidating and dangerous... But never fear, the Englishman is here - and no matter what dark secrets the future holds, he might just keep his promise to stay. (Reader x England)

Cyprus's is a world of endless family feuds and deep-rooted mistrust from which he longs to escape. And when he finally decides to take matters into his own hands, everything is poised to change, for better or for worse.

"Les pays voient leur peuple se transformer en une horde de zombies en manque de chair fraiche. Ils doivent faire face à cette crise, trouver une solution et vite. Mais tout ne se passera pas comme prévu. Quels sacrifices seront-ils prêts à faire pour retrouver la paix?" Spamano, FrUk, Ameripan, Gerita et Rochu.

Lovino Vargas is a bitter thirteen-year-old with only four months to live. But along comes a cheerful Spanish boy named Antonio, bringing with him the one thing Lovino doesn't yet have - love.

I'm staring at the broken china on the floor, my hands shaking as I'm fighting for dominance inside. Hola, Spain did you miss me? Well I missed you SO much. I couldn't wait to come out and play with you again. Dark Spain is back and its up to Prussia and Spain to get rid of him.

It had been 2 years since Spain had proposed, but Romano is starting to have doubts.

El hispano se sentó y observo al joven, su corpulencia era delgada y casi débil, lo miro muy atentamente, el joven parecía no inmutarse con aquella mirada verde sobre él. Tenía sus ojos olivas perfectamente fijos en lo que hacía, quitaba y extendía las suaves sabanas con casi magia.-Multiparing, Drama con futuros toques de Fantasia y Misterio.

Set in the beautiful world of Aethila, princes meet their true loves, magic is real, happy endings exist, and everybody's favorite shipping gets to be together! Enjoy, read and review! -Rated T for violence and language. Boys love. Every story, probably. Yup.-

Inglaterra victoriana. "Es una verdad mundialmente reconocida que un mastín sarnoso es mejor partido que un noble empobrecido" Y las hermanas Vargas podía comprobar en carne propia la veracidad de este dicho. Spain/Fem! Romano; Germany/fem!; Italy Us/fem! Uk Multipairing

And that was how he found himself at a beautiful Italian beach, exchanging happy little kisses with an affectionate Spaniard.

Oh, how he hated the night. It stifled him, choked him, confined him beneath a cloak of eternal darkness. But most of all, it mirrored the gaping hollow in his chest where the other half of his heart should have been.

[Spinoff of The Gift of the Magi] It's Christmas, and a certain Italian and Spaniard must find each other the perfect presents. Rated T for the Italian's beautiful language! Spamano, oneshot.

Alfred reflects on a past to which he will likely never return.