Russia's life changed forever when he was twelve. Not when he lost his mother or started puberty, but the night he was attacked by a man who wasn't entirely human. The aftermath left him with heightened senses, an insatiable thirst for blood, and fangs he never asked for. He hated the one who did this to him, who turned him into a fanged freak, but not as much as he hated himself. For five years, Russia has survived on blood bags, chocolate, and the occasional animal, all while suppressing his instincts and the monster lurking beneath. The fragile balance shatters when a new kid named America sits next to him in first period. America's scent is maddening, and his relentless attempts at friendship are even worse. But the biggest problem is that Russia can't let him get close--not when the darkness inside is always one slip away from taking control. America's life has never been normal, because his normal was hunting the abnormal. Raised in a family of vampire hunters, he was trained to track and kill the creatures in small, suspicious towns. But after a close call that almost cost his mother her life, America's family called it quits. No more hunts. They moved to a quiet town to settle down. At least, that was the plan. When a young girl is found brutally murdered, her neck torn and her body drained of blood, America's family prepares for one last hunt. Meanwhile, Russia's family accuses him of the crime and exiles him, claiming he broke the one rule: Don't kill for blood. But Russia didn't do it. Forced to work together to clear his name, America and Russia find themselves tangled in a web of lies, hunger, and danger. How does Russia react when he learns his new friend is a vampire killer? How does America handle helping the very thing he's been trained to kill? And, of course, can they ultimately find it in themselves to stow their shit and focus on the real threat?

In the fractured empire of Pangea, peace is theater and every alliance is a performance. America, the Britannia Pact's most charming diplomat by day and deadliest assassin by night, lives behind a mask so convincing even he forgets what's underneath. Russia, shipped off to study under Soviet, was shaped into a weapon - cold, dutiful, and watched from every angle. When a failed assassination forces their worlds to collide, a slow, dangerous waltz begins. With war buried under whispered treaties and knives ready to stab your back, neither knows if the other is a partner or a target. But one thing is certain: sooner or later, even the best performances begin to crack. - This is a very loosely based Romeo and Juliet au that centers around RusAme. This fic is rated mature for the following reasons: - Graphic violence. - Murder. - Trauma. - Drinking. - Implied sexual intercourse. If any of these make you uncomfortable, then it's ok to not read this story. Your mental well being always takes precedence C:

They couldn't be more different. Ridley is a knight in shining white armor, so perfect in every way that it makes people hardly able to stand him. Prince Vandel on the other hand (aka the evil demon prince of darkness) is the sworn enemy of the kingdom, obsessed with gaining power and wearing beautiful clothes. The two young men are right out of a fairytale, practically made to be archenemies...but what if they ended up falling in love instead?

America has it all: fame, friends, allies, a supportive family- everything a country could ever want; but, when America's past and guilty conscience catch up to him, America breaks both mentally and physically. As America's relationships, life, and country are crumbling before him, America is left to wonder: is this the end, or it is a whole new beginning? After all, some things are better left forgotten. Disclaimer! This story hints at and mentions themes of death, depression, war, and suicidal thoughts. If you are not okay with or sensitive to this type of content, please don't strain yourself to read my book!

☆| Russia, heir to the throne of Tsarovia. A Kingdom engulfed in near yearly winter snow that slowly withers under its gripping frost that forms merciless claws onto their once prosperous fields. And now, its fate lies in the sliver of hope for an alliance trade with the Imperium-Albion Kingdom. Whose King reigns heavily over the 'Nine Realms'-hidden beneath Ethera's tangible veil. Yet, despite the core of Tsarovia wanes, a path blossoms with exuding luminance brought by a once childhood friend. America, sole heir of Imperium-Albion Kingdom. Once a reckless, rebellious prince, is now a figure in pristine white who holds out a hand to Russia in an air of familiarity that would intertwine their fates once more. But as the longing, familiar flare ignites upon their reunion, a ploy tendril behind the curtains that sets its course-treading close and carefully by Russia's side. Yet he turns a blind eye to it, for a veil billows over his eyes that gaze upon an eternity in star-sapphire skies. Can Russia unveil the truth behind the fabricated faces that surround him? Can he hold Tsarovia's crown and its isolated throne-as well as its dwindling condition? Can he traverse through the dreams that imbed horrors and bliss amidst the sleepless nights? Or will Russia remain the seer-frozen in all that he witnesses? |☆ THE COVER WAS MADE WITH HELP OF AI SO TECHNIALLY IT IS MINE???? I WILL LET YOU KNOW IF AN ART IS MINE OR NOT AT THE START!!

America, one of the prince of White Rose Kingdom. He was kicked out of heaven and fell to hell which makes him don't know where he needs to go. But then, a familiar girl named Kazakhstan and her brother named Russia help him as they can and America will start a new beginning, with a demon's family. Mystery of the past will unfold one by one and what will happen if the angel they hate the whole time is their savior in the past? Author's note: ~Curse words ~Fight/mentioned of blood ~Angst/fluff ~Kinky ~Loop chapter ~Bad plot/lore ~Revamp ver of FL ~Busy author ~Poor grammar ~Might including smut ~Slowburn romance ~America dirty mind ~Tschüss, my friend<3

Good is such a strange word, don't you think? You think that you're good and I think that I'm good, but we both think that each other is evil." The person huddling near my states whispered. "Who's really right if both of us are wrong?" I didn't know what she meant by that then, but I did now. It only took a lifetime to figure it out. I was given permission to create this graphic novel by the author. ILLUSTRATED BY Darla_the_Demon WRITTEN BY Amaura LINK TO THE ORIGINAL STORY: https://www.wattpad.com/story/227150084-light-of-mine-rusame

Winner takes all. SUPER SLOW UPDATES! WARNING- This fanfiction has altered history; some aspects of the story may be unclear, and I apologize for that. This project is a few years old and sometimes details slip through the cracks. Time between parts can range from hours, days to weeks, or even months. Sorry if time passing is not clear in some parts. A timeline is being made to try and avoid inconsistencies. Heavily inspired by- Fallout The Man in the High Castle

[RUSAME/COMPLETE -- SEQUEL IS OUT] What happens when a dangerously charming and bitterly sweet boy is pushed to the limits? Hell. America is #1 at the Pangea Academy, but how? Nobody has ever seen his power. A new kid; Russia, who quickly rises in the ranks intends to find out what the Organizations are making America hide. But, what changes when he figures it out? What changes when he disclosed America's power to the world? Russia, America, and the Organizations were just hit with a lot of responsibility at once. "Smile once and while, Russia. Your cold hard face might as well freeze in that position!" [Sequel is out!] [#1 in RusAme as of 4/29/2021] [#1 in Countryhumans as of 12/29/2023]