You've been waiting weeks for your lover, Alfred to return. Rated M because its basically smut.

After docking in a new territory, France decides to frolic around instead of work. Who could have thought that his child's play actually gave him a colony rather than a scolding.

It's been a year since Prussia has been dissolved. Roderich hasn't seen Gilbert since then. No one has. So Roderich decides to pay Gilbert a visit one spring day, telling himself he's simply concerned about the Prussian. But the visit ends up having an outcome Roderich could have never anticipated.

Gerita. Late one night, Germany awakes from a horrible dream. Prussia offers reassurance and beer.

América miro asustado al "Inglaterra" que tenía delante, ya que ¡había intentado violarle! Y, lo peor de todo, es que esa no era la única cosa extraña que había hecho su novio. Salió huyendo a pedir ayuda, para devolverlo a la normalidad, a los demás países; más...¡todos se encontraban igual de locos que Inglaterra!

Just a short poem from Canada's POV.

While hanging out with your best friend Otto, you learn a surprising and pleasing secret... HRExReader

Get it, 'cause the title rhymes? Get it?…Er, never mind. Based off of WTF PRO.DUCTIONS's "Arthur Kirkland & Alfred F. Jones" cosplay skit. A simple conversation between our two favorite nations becomes so much more. USUK, obviously. Don't like, don't read. Rated T because I'm paranoid.

Amar aquela pessoa só lhe renderia uma coisa: Um Mau Romance. Estava de mãos atadas, sem conseguir fazer nada para se livrar daquele sentimento. Fora pego de jeito em um mau romance, pois quem ele amava era Francis "França" Bonnefoy. Definitivamente era um PÉSSIMO romance. Mas mesmo assim, Arthur QUERIA aquele mau romance. (Song-Fic de Segunda Guerra, yaoi, FrUk e Lady GaGa juntos)

Christa wasn't expecting that the boy she saved from the cove was a merman! Now, he must adjust to his new life in her and her brother's home, for he's now forbidden to return home. He meets new friends, and he must try to keep his secret. Well, that isn't going to work out so well in a seaside town. ItalyxOC, other charactersxOCs, T cuz I'm paranoid. NO YAOI.

Italy invites Germany to Carnevale in Venice 1953. Turns out, all the countries are able to perform magic! But, when Germany accidentally uses Italy's own magic against him, he and his friends must discover their powers to return Italy's voice. They also learn a bit about each other along the way! T to be safe, no yaoi, multiple OCs, a LOT of OOCness. First part only.

A young abused boy and his only friend, Arthur. A lonely Italian and the one who scares him most. All have one thing in common- the are all destined to one day be great countries. But before that can happen there will be heartbreak, death, hatred, and betrayal. Will childhood friendships be remembered? Will love triumph over time and hatred? FrUk, GerIta, PruAus and more lie inside

Matthew has become increasingly secretive and distant with his brother recently as he cancels on Alfred every weekend they make plans. What's even worse is that Matthew gets to spend more time with Arthur than Alfred does! Everything is getting hectic in only a week, and to top it all off there are new exchange students to deal with in more ways than one. Usuk PruCan Spamano Rochu.

A white flash came from the book engulfing England and America. As the light died down the two nations were nowhere to be seen. The golden book fell down onto the hard floor below, closed shut, and then it magically flew back into its place in the bookshelf as if nothing happened. UsUk

Germany is cleaning his House and he starts with his attic that he's never been in that's where he find some letters that he doesn't remember wrighting…Memory's came back….HREGermanyxItaly

Italy catches a cold, but when normally Romano catches it immediately after, he feels nothing. In fact, he's slowly losing his senses such as his taste and touch... What's going on? Paring: Spamano. Warning: Some angst? Character death ?

"I demand we translate this into French too!" "Shut up! You're over represented" "Oh? Like you aren't" "Why cant we just get along?" "And why did I agree to join again?" In which the Canadian Provinces and Territories are personified. As Will Ferguson said, "Canada: United we stand! Divided we somehow manage to muddle through." Oneshots. Chapter 10: 1812: Detroit

'At that moment, everyone in the room felt the same thing. Pure sorrow. They knew what this meant. Matthew was going to die, that was for sure. No matter what route they went with, the chances of Matthew actually living... well they weren't good. In fact they were practically non-exsitant.'

A collection of shorts and drabbles with Lithuania and Poland. Maybe they're friends, maybe they're not, maybe they're more. Sometimes Prussia butts in, because who will even try to stop him. Newest: LietPol; these nights made for touching and kissing.

Forced onto Earth by God, Arthur must kill a neighboring Demon, but things really don't go to plan. Britannia Angel x Sweet Devil!America.

They all loved her, but they each had a part they especially loved about her, France x America x Fem!Canada x England

About a teen girl having nightmares about a friend of hers who lives in the same orphanage as her. These nightmares and a voice in her head affect her life but in what way? And what does a caring stranger do to turn her world around? I know this is a rubbish description but if I said much more I think I would be giving the plot away. Oh and sorry fangirls no fruk. Enjoy!

When two worlds collide, it is inevitable that things will change, and that that change might not always be good. Matt struggles with the way he's always been and Matthew struggles with what he is becoming. The worst time to try and create something other is when you are not yet sure of yourself. 1p2p Canada and 1p2p America.

Switzerland wakes up to find Liechtenstein is missing...

It's a boring summer, then why don't we pay that little nation in Asia a visit? A story about how a vacation will change the disposition of some hearts, and cure old wounds.