It was just a vase.. Just a simple vase. Nothing to freak out over. Right? Human names used.

He was his best friend. He couldn't bare the thought of losing him forever...the thought of letting him slip into depression when he could stop it. Based on real life events.

America has been overworked lately. Wanting to get away from it all, he goes to the local park to relax. Little does he know, a single wish from a shooting star is going to change his life drastically. Rating may go up, but no higher than a T. RusAme

Este es el cuarto mes del embarazo de Lovino si oyeron bien todo por culpa de un hechizo inglés, Gilbert tiene que soportar los antojos extraños de Romano porque sus cambios de humor parecen los mismos o al menos no han llegado a 'ese punto'...

"When I…look at all of you, all of the nations…all I can see are these fake people. I can't become an empty shell like them…I want to be loved, so, so much, Ivan." America searches for the absolute truth that is love, and Russia begrudgingly complies.

Quick songfic based on the song "Marry You" by Bruno Mars. It's based on that song, but creative freedom says it doesn't stick exactly to the song, aha...

El gran imperio Prusiano ha perdido su primera guerra y fue contra ella, pero de esa guerra nacerá un juego que ninguno esta dispuesto a perder... Mal summary pero es lo único que se me ocurre ... PrusiaxHungría

Some drabbles and basterdized lyrics if you want a certain song for a character tell me in a review.

Gilbert always goes to the football games. After mocking the opposing team, poking fun at his brother, and falling in love with his two favorite band geeks, his Fridays are always spoken for. But which of his BFFs will he spend his Saturday with?

Quick one shot of Yong Soo day dreaming at one of his meetings. :3 Beware, Chinese dragons like the taste of young women and Koreans.

After all, Lovino is only a little boy; and it's so much easier to cry at night.

Neither of them protested the idea that their guardians were coming. No, they clung to that desperately. Clung to it as much as they did to their brother, the one person in the world who really understood the tears and whimpers. Colonial!USA & Canada

I wanted her more than anything. I wanted to feel her. I just to make the steam I know we could make.

Gilbert's wondering why he agreed to Matt's plan. Oh right. He's been trying to get into Matt's pants for the past 60 or so years. That would be the reason. And there was the whole feelings crap in there, too. PruCan

Podía sentir como al tocarlo nuestras emociones se mesclaban una y otra vez, ahora podía entender que le había dolido dejarme tanto como me había dolido el perderlo esa ves.

It's 1955. Austria has changed greatly from the war-mongering empire he once was. Switzerland on the other hand…hasn't changed a hair. -Edelweiss Arc.-

Tierra del Fuego había preguntando a sus padres recibiendo nula respuesta. Iría preguntando a cada nación que haya dado parte de su influencia a sus padres, partiendo primero por Abuelo España. ¿De los tomates?

Si te gusta las leyendas de los paises al estilo Hetalia esta historia les va a gustar de verdad…se los prometo...Quinta leyenda con Chibitalia y SIR.

When he found what he was looking for—a large box of wooden matches—he laughed, the sound a note or two below the singer's own words. Mentioned AustriaxHungary. Dark, death, human names used, Second person POV

Arthur's heard rumors about his boyfriend Francis, but is it really what he thinks? Meanwhile, Francis tries to figure out why the Brition is upset with him, and goes to extremes to get him speak to him again. Rated T for Arthur's dirty mouth

A series of drabbles that detail the Hetalia casts' parenting abilities at… well, not their proudest moments. Crack.

England is a pleasant nation, but he feels it's a good tome to rebuild an almost unpleasant relationship. Onesided England/Canada

drabble "Never play this game with anyone else, comrade." Suddenly, a frantic tapping of glass alerted the two nations to an audience behind the windows of the fast-food restaurant. xXx RussiaxAmerica

Some France/Scotland fluff based off the old Burn's poem "Ye Banks and Braes o' Bonnie Doon". There's a wonderful video on youtube with a wee lassie singing the song that inspired the fic.

Little Lovino got lost in Italy. And none other than Antonio comes to strum him a goodnight melody to make him stop crying.