Conjunto de drabbles de las aventuras de un canadiense, un estadounidense y un mexicano. El trió perfecto para el caos perfecto, ¿Como acabaran las cosas para estos tres norteamericanos? Risas y enojos no podían faltar, pero...¿Amor u amistad? ¡Aparición especial de Nekotalia!

[[ GerLiech Oneshot ]] He was tall, and he walked with his back straight and his steps purposeful. A gun was slung over his shoulder like her brother, but it didn't fall in with the curve of his back, like another limb. She hesitated. She shifted. Suddenly, the gun was pointed right at her head. She froze, breath catching in her throat. He asked her something in another language.

[ FACE Oneshot ] Matthew had met several different Alfreds over the years. The first had been probably the most honest, and Matthew had at least enjoyed that. The seven-year-old Alfred, who talked loudly and picked his nose and hung off of Matthew's new father, screeching for attention. Matthew used to watch his new brother, curled into his bedsheets.

[ Snapped!Liechtenstein ] Everyone seemed terribly upset with her. Liechtenstein didn't really understand, though she was getting a little upset that the handcuffs were so tight; Switzerland hadn't looked at her once since they had been snapped on. Liechtenstein tried smiling at Denmark, the only nation looking her way, and she shrank away when his face twisted into a snarl.

[[ RomaBul Oneshot ]] Georgi thought he was a pretty professional drug dealer, all things considered. He didn't make the acid, God, no, but he did manage to sell a huge amount of product in a short amount of time. Even the teacher knew the best place to get acid from. The house didn't look like Dmitry made acid. It was tidy, with wind chimes and dreamcatchers hanging from the roof.

Arthur Kirkland, un famoso psiquiatra británico de veintiséis años de edad, ¿Dinero, salud, mujeres, propiedades? ¡Lo tenia todo! Su vida era lo que la mayoría de las personas definirían como "Perfecta". Sin embargo, todo su mundo da un total giro desde que "La chica de fuego" y su oscuro pasado llegan a su vida. ¿Pero que se podía esperar si juegas con fuego? [ UK/Fem!Mex ]

[[ RusIta Oneshot ]] Everyone said the math teacher had killed his husband. It made sense. Ivan Braginski was one scary dude. Feliciano had known this when he bumped into the man on his first day. After apologizing, Feliciano looked up to find a giant man with a joyless smile. "Sorry," Feliciano mumbled, doing his best to collect his papers so he could run as far away as possible.

[ Romano x Belarus ] There weren't very many spies in the world. They usually got shot, or captured and tortured, or they fell off of the top of moving trains. Lovino was not a stranger to any of these things—though the train incident was less exciting than it sounded. A broken femur isn't very fun. Lovino was only aware of a few spies. There was her.

[ Romano x Ukraine ] "A boyfriend?" he asked. Katyusha wanted to grimace. Instead, she forced herself to stand straight. "His name is Lovino. He's really sweet, really, and he takes me to nice places and tries to be charming." Ivan's mouth pulled into a leer. "Is he the one who wears sunglasses?" Katyusha wilted slightly under his gaze. "They're designer."

If the countries are people, why not the cities? Meet the major cities of the world. They have formed three alliances, the North American Major Cities, or NAMC; the European City Alliance, or ECA; and the Major Asian City Group, AKA MACG. They often compete to disrupt the world meetings, and complete chaos ensues! Any OC's are welcome! Again, I take any suggestions.

An unexplainable, biased, and abridged version of the history of Denmark by Denmark himself. One shot. Barely DenNor, Cannon/Human AU.

[[ Japan POV ]] Japan was trying very hard not to punch Romano in the face. He was at a bar, so maybe it was his fault, but regardless,he wanted to punch Romano. Japan enjoyed a good drink after World Meetings, something to calm his nerves after debating politics. Usually, these were peaceful visits to the local hotel bar. Unfortunately, Romano was staying at the same hotel.

[[ Italy Bros Oneshot ]] "You don't think we'll catch it… right?" Romano looked guilty for even asking. Veneziano laughed. "We don't get sick, Romano! Of course not," Veneziano let out another tired laugh, shaking his head. Venenziano worked till his bones hurt. He finally decided that he was going to get sick unless he took a break. He collapsed into his bed at home, sighing.

[[ RusCan Oneshot ]] "Ivan," Matthew said. "Is knocking me around some sort of hazing ritual?" Braginski shrugged. "It's not every day a transfer gets one of the best spots on the teams." "Didn't peg you as the jealous type," Matthew muttered, gaze drifting from Braginski to the inside of his locker. "What was that, Bonnefoy?" Braginski stepped closer. "Didn't catch it."

[[ Austria x Piano ]] Austria played the first note of the song. The hammer seemed to hit the string in slow motion. The sound reverberated around the room, so clear and so sharp that it seemed to permeate Austria's very being. By the time the note faded, Austria realized he was panting. He cleared his throat and placed his hands back onto the keys. He hit the next note...

[[ SuNor Oneshot ]] Sweden wasn't one for talking. Norway appreciated that. Norway had often joined Sweden in his workshop. The days' actives would vary from weaponry to woodshop. Sweden was surprisingly good with his hands, and Norway enjoyed watching him work. A hunk of wood would slowly be turned into a sculpture, or a new chair. It was relaxing.

Era la primera vez que Tino participaba cantando en un tributo a alguna banda, generalmente solo era parte del público, pero hoy se trataba de "Lordi", banda favorita del finlandés. Berwald, por su parte, sentía que desentonaba en aquel lugar, cuando sentía la necesidad de marcharse la sonrisa de Tino le obligaba a seguir allí.

my first fic i every wrote. it has yaoi and a twist at the end maybe

Alfred F. Jones is an average boy who happens to think all supernatural beings are out to get him. That's all well and good, until he is forced to become the apprentice of the crankiest, rudest, and most British man in town who just so happens to deal with supernatural beings for a living. Thus begins Alfred's living nightmare. 18th century AU. NO SLASH.

[[ SwissMano Oneshots ]] Switzerland had been placed next to Romano during one of the World Meetings. Bulgaria was stuttering through his presentation, when Switzerland's eyes fell on Romano's pen. It was ridiculous. It was gaudy. Switzerland hadn't even been aware they made pens that weren't plastic. It was silver, chrome, sleek but rounded to fit in Romano's hand perfectly.

[[ HongIce Oneshots ]] "You don't have clothes on," the milkman said. "Yeah, and you have a bowtie," Emil snapped. "Where's my brother's milk?" The milkman handed over the milk. Emil gave him the empty bottles from three days ago. The milkman leaned to his left, trying to catch a better look of the pool. "Is this, like, a summer gig?" Emil asked, crossing his arms.

AU. 1920. Francis Bonnefoi was a shipwrecked smuggler; Matt Kirkland was a teenager yearning for more than Newfoundland. When Matt pulled Francis from the water he wasn't expecting to fall in love with the suave Frenchman. And Francis—he would do anything to steal Matt away. But first he would have to deal with Matt's overprotective family.

Life is terrible for Arthur Kirkland and it's all because of his green eyes. Always on edge, he seems to find peace in a- locker?

¿Cómo hubiera sido la historia si España hubiera sido una mujer? Claramente todo habría sido diferente, pero sobre todo las cosas hubieran cambiado para ciertos países. Un fic basado en la historia real de España y en sus relaciones con el resto del mundo. Fem!España x Francia (principalmente) y muchas parejas más SpUk, Spamano...

[[ RusAme Oneshots ]] Alfred was on leave. It wasn't his first tour, but Ivan must have felt it acutely. It was almost strange, Matthew driving up to the—not their—house, the driveway unshoveled. Ivan turned to making oven pizza, various Russian recipes he could cobble together from the American ingredients.