America thinks The Beatles are better than The Rolling Stones. He also thinks The Beatles are an American band. He tells England this, and, well... England is not amused.

When the Soviets attack the kingdom, the emperor demands that a man from each family joins the army. When Vash Zwingli steps up, his sister Lily is terrified of losing him. Taking his place, she realizes that her role becomes larger than she imagined.

One morning, Germany wakes up to find that his house smells like something is burning. Is he going insane, haunted by his guilty conscience? Or is the explanation something much simpler? Set during World War II. Oneshot.

During war, two soldiers muse about dying a virgin. A strange proprosition is made - and accepted. Kind of a PWP. Ludwig x Feliciano

A look into the life of America's children-the STATES! Also featuring a horrible summary!

America decided to sing some words that describes him and his people, but also one that describes everyone else. He starts with the letter A. I'm not really good with Summary's for I do not want to spoil it too much.

Vash doesn't have any plans for Valentine's Day, and Roderich isn't about to let him go lonely on the holiday for romance. I forgot to upload this when I wrote it, and just found it again, so sorry for unseasonal story. Edelweiss pairing

"Kamu..." bertanya serius, "kenapa kamu tertarik denganku?". Inti cerita dalam percakapan. Based on RP. NorIta.

El pasado de Inglaterra ha vuelto a la vida, causando problemas haciendose pasar por Arthur. Un plan retorcido se formula en las sombras de su mente, y la unica esperanza para evitarlo esta muerta. UK!PiratexUSAxUK

Ambos eran diferentes, vivieron vidas diferentes, en mundos completamente paralelos. Pero, aquello que tenia uno, era lo que necesitaba el otro. Amor, eso resume todo. "Si no lo intentamos, no sabremos que resultado pudo haber tenido".

No, cotton. Hong Kong takes a walk on a breezy spring day among his cotton trees. England doesn't like it. Fluffy, literally.

My country. My home. My nation. My story. My war. Myself. Many people believe that being born as a country is no more or even less painful than if you weren't one. Believe me…, it is .People call me Haven. My name is Havendland. ...

It all starts on a stormy night when Gilbert barges into Roderich's house, looking paler than usual... Prussia x Austria, peppered with bits if GerIta and more than a suggestion of Russia x Austria. Any hints of RPrussia is totally unintentional.

Four Big-shot Mafias stuck in a world too small. Once these gangs of smuggling and law breaking fight for dominance, this is what happens. Remember not to leave any evidence and to bring a gun wherever you go.

America in ruins, North Italy broken and betrayed. Families fighting familes. Who will win? And most of all, who is this cloaked killer, picking them off one by one? WWIII, Return of The Soviets, the FB phenomenon, coming soon...

America's red, Prussia's laughing, and Germany has no idea what's going on. England and Japan get curious. Takes place between One Too Many and Just One Night. M rating for cursing.

When Alfred finally shows up after a weekend of ignoring Arthur, Arthur sees red especially since Alfred was sporting swollen lips and didn't bother in hiding his infidelity!

He hates the taste of scones and tea, but he doesn't mind the taste of Arthur.

Alfred wakes up to find himself in someone's house, a Finnish flag thong on a Christmas tree and a tied-up naked hamster Arthur in the bathroom.

Alfred and Arthur were stuck in a forest and the Brit hated it... until Alfred pulled out the chainsaw. Now, Arthur doesn't think it's bad after all.

Lachlan was killing himself with worry for his brother, Arthur. But Arthur was just having a nice dinner out. The specialty for the night, Alfred F. Jones.

It was Arthur's birthday but he had a meeting to attend. Alfred doesn't like it and made sure Arthur didn't get any sleep but that's not all he did, he had to mess with the cellular, too.

Roderich and Elizabeta were getting married and they've both agreed to have the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt as the best man. FRYING PANGLE

It wasn't Arthur's day, it really wasn't. He was trotting around with the Stars and Stripes on his pants but he really wasn't complaining. It actually felt... good.

Alfred decided that it's time for Arthur to get an e-mail address. He just didn't know what a real pain in the ass it was going to be.