Chapter 1 Since before he can remember Russia has always been able to see the 'red thread of fate'. He knows who his fellow countries are destined to be with, but for some reason he can't see his own. He doesn't know why he's just never been able to. Warnings: OOCness, yaoi, language, use of human names, gore, and violence

Amelia gets a new job working at a Texan Diner, and along with it, meets a whole plethora of weird and wonderful characters. (Rated T if I feel like putting some stuff in there later on)

Poly!Verse: (ItalyVersion) "I know what a Poly is. I am one." The children of the future are enlightened with what actually happened during the shift in balance, the Polies, the pandemic, and everything else thrown in between. Prumano. Gerita. Ruscan. Ameripan. Fruk.

After winning against Australia, Antonio Carriedo Fernandez, the ace of Team Spain, was interviewed by a reporter about their victory. But, when a somewhat personal question was brought up, Antonio reminiscences a happening the day before his match.

My best friend, Berwald, and I have been friends for 15 years! We both are graduated from high school and we're both getting ready for college! Though... I always get this feeling around Berwald that makes my heart flutter or skip a beat... But we're just Best Friends! ... Right...? {Human!AU, Sufin, Timo/Finland's POV, more characters will be introduced soon enough c: }

Molossia is uncooperative one morning. Fortunately, America knows how to motivate him. Little Molossia

CONTINUACIÓN DE WTF PARTE 1 AQUÍ SE ACLARAN LAS COSAS -u-

Lovino is a protective brother, just looking out for his little sister. Worried about her integrity, he disguises himself as a woman in order to attend a party he wasn't previously invited to. Upon accidentally signalling to one of the host's friends that he promises to marry him, Lovino now faces protecting his sister while also balancing his newly acquired identity as a woman and

America CAN be smart, but he generally isn't. This time he ends up misjudging the time it takes for flowers to cross the 4,857 some miles between him and Russia. Maybe this time they'll finally manage to understand each other. AKA what happens when a person who ships RusCan and AmeCan but not RusAme accidentally writes a RusAme fic.

'Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future,' Was one of Emil's favourite quotes, and now that the world was seemingly crumbling beneath his own two feet he realized just how true it really was. Mathias Køhler was someone who knew that all too well.

All she wanted to know was why a mask man stood in her bed room in the dead of night.

...Tal vez el Español era su sol, pero el... El se convertiría en su Luna... Una Obsesión confundida con amor, o un amor con tintes de obsesión, se cual fuera sus ojos lo seguirían siempre. (Genero un poco confuso)

You loved me. I don't understand. I'm Fire; You're Ice, Yet we're both Ice. I don't understand. And I doubt I ever will... 2P!/1P!Arendelle

Funny little articles from a newspaper for and written by the Hetalia characters.

GerIta. BDSM and a bit of a daddy kink. The cliché plot line where Italy decides to organize Germany's closet (silly messy German) and Italy finds a box that sparks his interests. This was deleted the first time, but it's back! Enjoy.

England woke up to the smell of lilac, a pounding headache and France's soft snores. FrUK. Sequel to "Sillage".

A poem I wrote about Belarus' love for Russia.

America's birthday has never been weirder. Dark!America

(FrUK one-shot). It was a rare moment when Arthur could discard his mask of stubborn refusal and show his true appreciation for his other half. A moment when Francis didn't have to worry about being pushed away when Arthur was working. A rare moment when nothing else mattered but them. Rated T only because of slight implied themes and because I'm paranoid.

Donne-moi la leçon que je n'ai jamais reçue. Francis et Arthur se sentent toujours obligés de négocier, même quand ça touche le domaine du personnel. FrUk.

Prusia no podía ser remplazado... no ahora./ Sí, era aquél estúpido señorito con su estúpida descencia y su estúpida cara de niña que cautivaba a Francia. Estaba ahí, con el entrecejo fruncido y su sencillo pijama puesto que no iba acorde con la recidencia./ Yaoi ligero. PrussAus. Histórico.

Arthur meets Alfred's parents. This time, as the American's significant other.

a short, no plot fanfic just for fun. Itapan where italy tries his best to prove his love for japan

Alfred can't stop pacing. He can't. Because if he stops, he might think, and if he thinks, he knows it'll only be about one thing. [amecan][human au, sickfic][see content notes inside]

In the present day, Scotland thinks about her past relationship with France, and her could-have-been relationship with Prussia, and how both have exposed an aspect of herself that she didn't realise she had: the capacity for love.