"I want to move on, Germany. I'm ready to move on," he said.

Arthur saw Germany, carrying a small tree with candles, picking his way across the barbed wire."What do you want?" England called, his gun pointed at the other blond. "Truce," Ludwig said, holding up the tree. Ger/UK, about the Christmas truce of 1914

They felt their bodies shiver from the cooling rain, from the loss of blood and the silent fear that wouldn't show. But they weren't scared, not in the slightest. Rated M for mentions of you know what.

Germany lets it slips that he's still a virgin and his brother soon followed by France vows to remedy the issue. He hides out with Italy, who comes up with a very interesting solution... Virgin!GermanyxExperienced!Italy, M for awkward first time

Coming home to Italy chained naked to his bed was not what Germany had in mind for his day. Plot-less smut. Bondage. Germany x Italy

Germany has done the research, read all the books, made all the preparations - everything will go according to plan. Except Italy does not do so well with plans.

*GerIta* gift-fic for drcalvin. It is hard to cope with your past and with your shame, even if it's not really your fault. It is harder to accept and let go. Germany slowly comes through, and Italy is always at his side, through history, through time.

In which Sweden and Finland try to buy a bed - and fail. Somewhat. SuFin. PWP. Written for the kink!meme.