"J'ai rêvé une nuit, de la fille parfaite. Je savais que jamais je ne pourrais la trouver alors je l'ai créé de toutes pièces. Elle s'appelle désormais Alice..." Ou quand le rêve un peu fou d'un scientifique prend vie et dépasse ses espérances... /UA/Nyotalia/PrUK/NedCan

AU. A reserved, damaged Japanese man, an enigmatic, somnolent Greek, and the tale of their unlikely meeting: seven days spent together in a small Japanese seaside town. Giripan.

Sur le moment, il l'avait pas reconnu: sans lunettes et avec ses fringues de punk, il ne semblait plus être la même personne. Puis les premiers accords avaient résonné, doucement d'abord et de plus en plus rapides et violents. Et il avait commencé à chanter. UA, death-fic.

A Series of one-shots for my 2nd OTP, PruFritz! AUs and historically accurate. Yaoi pairings. Don't like don't read! Rating has gone up since Chapter 5! Other pairings of my own ships will be included

While watching Germany and Italy sleep together, Japan wonders what it would be like to cuddle with Germany. GerItaPan! Will be very fluffy!

Prussia is fading, and fast. South Italy cannot allow that. Canada will not allow that. [Snapped!Fic. Have fun. Warnings for Major Character Death and Violence. Human Names Used.] P/C/SI

Serie de viñetas. Todo tipo de géneros, todo tipo de advertencias. #49 - #57

In which Mathew goes from having a French parent to having a British one and stays non the wiser about it while the British man fears to wonder over his actions and the Frenchman curses him for it.

Matthew was left on a doorstep when he was only 1. The ring that was left with him is the only clue to his past. 18 years later, soldiers come to home to steal the ring, prompting Matthew and his friends to go on a long journey to figure out the ring's meaning. But what are they really looking for? Rated for violence later. Human!AU. Germa/Ita fluf. Renamed from Meaning of the Ring

Gilbert is a merman and son of the King of the ocean. Not wanting to become King he runs away on a raft and ends up crashing into Matthew a young Canadian who is willing to help him. A PruCan fan fiction.

Summer 1992. America calls Prussia with an interesting idea for his upcoming visit to America's house with Germany. Prussia comes up with an interesting way to pitch it to Germany. Germany has a headache. Germany's headache goes away by the end of it. (The internet is for porn.)

/Drabble/USUK/ Porque a veces estaban juntos, a veces por separado. Porque eso era lo más cercano que podían estar, ¿qué somos si no un tú y yo asustados del nosotros? ¿Y si el amor está sobrevalorado y el arcoíris tiene seis colores de más? El cielo, la Tierra y Tú.

When Spain falls ill, Romano graciously volunteers to attend the World Meeting in his place and take notes. That was possibly the worst decision he's ever made in his entire existence.

England has finally made his decision in love by choosing for France. And not long after America falls for Canada, again. Things couldn't get better! But what if a drastic twist in life leaves France terribly depressed? He no longer accepts any kind of love or happiness and while he gets deeper into the darkness, England tries everything to save his lover. Warning!Mpreg

two countries that are close friends and cant seem to get any closer... not a human au obviously. what will our cute little countries do? Pru-Hun

Destiny had told you to move away, but you can't bring yourself to move on. Maybe it's something you can't understand, or maybe it's something you have yet to.

Many people know him as Romano, most know him as Lovino. But do you really understand this Italian? Or do you just..misunderstand him?

The Civil War is raging and America is mulling over wether or not it was worth it.

Jessa's just your average country. Y'know if your country's constantly at war with itself and everything you ever loved was gone. One day she decides its time to get a little help from the United Nations. The only question is, will they help her or will they take over her land as a territory?

Zombie apocalypses aren't kind to the weak. Or the strong. Or anyone, really. When humanity crumbles, instinct becomes vital, and humans become prey, all that's left to do is tally the days.

I don't expect people to get this story. It's just a little drabble about my favourite singer; there's not even really a plot. But I hope it helps you understand how a nation feels when part of their identity dies. Not a poem, but has one in it.

Alfred x Kiku x Arthur Kiku has always lived his life as a girl due to his sickness. Now he must marry the Prince Arthur so he can rule his kingdom. But will past relations get in the way? And why does Arthur's brother keep hitting on Kiku?

Gypsies are thieves, swindlers, and never to be trusted. Poor Antonio doesn't stand a chance against the lovely "Lovina". Not that Alfred or Matthew are ever going to tell him otherwise. Based on a hetalia AMV by A. Person by the same name. Includes Gerita, Aushun, and maybe Usuk /Prucan.

Lovino is starting to have a strange feeling whenever he is around Chiara. It doesn't help when Chiara goes to dinner with his fratello, Feliciano. Misunderstandings are bound to happen.

I stopped at the end, watching the moon with blinking eyes, wide and wondering, wishing on it for at least one kiss, one touch, one moment...