The Alien relaxed as he was finally heading toward the hive of a planet... he could hear so much noise it must be one... thankfully he was chilled out here in space or he might have long ago died from starvation... The Alien warmed as the small round pure white object fell from the sky. Now it was just a waiting game to be free of his shell and he would get too eat...

Amelia had never expected anything to snowball after her mission to capture and interrogate Mr. Vargas, but it did. Nyo!America, Nyo!NorthItaly, Nyo!Canada, regular Canada, and regular America.

When ex nation Prussia dies, Austria feels guilty. Nations try to get him out of the music room. Will he come out? All rights belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. The song lyrics belong to Guns 'n' Roses.

Arthur Kirkland always lived in the shadows of his older brothers. Alfred F. Jones was a puppet to his father's unreasonable whims. With the help of the new Literature teacher, Romulus Vargas, Alfred, Arthur, and many more learn to break out of their shells, pursue their dreams, and seize the day. (A Hetalia Dead Poets Society AU with USUK, PruHun, and a minor OC)

Smiling is what Antonio does best.

Rumor has it that the Queen of Clubs is mad, cursed, haunted. {cardverse pruhun and japan/taiwan in the background }

The feel of a hand in his own, the smell of vanilla shampoo, the glimmer of long blond hair and expressive blue eyes. The fond quirk of his mouth, the soft press of lips against his, but no. Not just any mouth, not just any lips, not just any hair or eyes or hand.

They were aware of the fact that nations may die. But none of them-especially Elizabeth-knew Gilbert would be the one who pass away. Can't they, in any form, still connect with each other like before? Oneshot, Pruhun.I'll post the English version once I finished it

The only things standing in the way were the door, and his nerves and his fear.

Since the beginning of time, Preben had always been with Erik, the sun and the moon. In their brief moments of interaction at daybreak and twilight, the two fell in love. A doomed relationship from the start, the universe is against them, and their story can only end in tragedy. (Dennor)

Alfred confesses to his crush in an unusual way.

El desierto y el campo son vastos, y las fronteras neofrancesas, novohispanas y britanicas del Nuevo Mundo se juntan, sí Alfred aprendió las artes de montar a caballo, resistir la fuerza de los toros, lazar el ganado y otras delicadezas, fue gracias a México. Basado en datos históricos , UsaMex , no pretende ser romántico x3 Colaboración entre SalyKon, Kayra Isis y yo nvn.

After probably the worst fight anyone could ever have, how do Alfred F. Jones and Arthur Kirkland rekindle? Why, persistent friends and many, many miracles, of coarse (USUK, Human!AU, School!AU, Rated T for slight language, short first chapter!)

Cuando me contaron esta historia, pensé: "¿Una Guerra de los Pasteles? ¿Acaso se lanzaron pasteles los unos a los otros? Pues sí, algo así fue." Que va sobre aquella lucha de nombre curioso y de causas serias, pero viniendo de México y Francia podría esperar cosas más extrañas. Porque nunca una guerra fue tan dulce y un pastel tan amargo.

For Gilbert, there was something particularly infuriating about the Knights Templar, especially in how he refused to get riled up about, well, anything. Just a couple of young military orders trying to one-up each other with Biblical references in the time of crusades. Featuring young Prussia and aph Knights Templar, who sadly isn't in the ff character database.

At the Battle of Kuryłówka, there was a rumored monster who is resilient to the many bullets and death. The monstrosity of its assault left many to be terrified of its eyes but never managed to look into the cracks scarring the tormented soul. Warning: Violence (A full flashback to the events of A Corresponding Price)

In a alternate universe, Arthur works as a simple slave in a bath house. Francis is a flirtatious lord that becomes infatuated with the Low at first sight. Arthur doesn't love the lord. At least, that's what he keeps telling himself. But maybe if he played along, he could get Francis to teach him magic?

The war is over and Germany and Italy haven't spoken for 10 years. When Germany finally decides to talk to Italy, what will he find when he visits? Warning: There is a mention of sex, no smut and nothing near that but it is mentioned as well as violence and minor abuse. This one gets a little dark.

Cerrando lentamente los ojos, las bocas de ambos se unieron, moviéndose despacio al ritmo de la pequeña melodía. Tras que ésta terminara, los dos se miraron por un momento, y se volvieron a abrazar. México/Bélgica. AU humano. Colaboración de RutLance -CrystalFairy.

He's sad and lonely and on the point of breaking, saving the savior is difficult. Sad oneshot I came up with in my free time to prove just how damaged I really am... Sorry if you don't like *shrug* and sorry if the point of view gets weird...

England has a crush, a high tech surveillance system, and too much spare time on his hands. The BTT have a grudge. Meanwhile, poor Germany is left to babysit them and the rest of the world at yet another world meeting. A crack/parody fic, no AU. Crack USUK, implied FrUk, very minor Ameripan. Rated T for terrible. This took me forever to finish. Please love it.

"Hair color." Denmark has a secret. He's tried his best not to let people know. However, when his hair dye runs out, it may come out into the open. No pairings and human names used.

There are moments when it's overdue to thank someone.

So this is my first Fanfiction on this I hope you guys will like it (Note: Some Gerita moments). Roderich Eldenstian has been waiting for his husbad Gilbert to return home from a war for two years when the German returns home everything turns topsy turvy after the sex "accedent" they had Roderich becomes Pregnant with a baby boy that's when things turn south...

The continued diaries of Italy Veneziano, a.k.a. Feliciano Vargas, in which he describes travel and life with Germany.