Prussia has three days before the Allies officially dissolve him. Three days to live; three days to say goodbye to his brother; three days to mend their broken relationship. ---------- non-yaoi aphPrussia and aphGermany

AU. Italy, WW2. Feliciano Vargas is a passionate, if slightly scared, Italian resistance member. Falling in love with a German fighter pilot was the last thing he expected... and it will test his national loyalty, and his heart, to their limits. \\ I DO NOT OWN THE STORY! I read this online and I wanted to put it on Wattpad so that more people could enjoy it. Full credit to George Devalier on Fanfiction.net. Make sure to also read all of his other amazing fanfiction! //

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4 --- Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword. --- Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy." "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.

Pokémon are considered to be great companions for anyone, whether you have a preference for a specific type or not. Anyone can find the pokémon that's right for them. However, after your pokémon companion went missing, you've been all by yourself since then. It isn't until you sneak a ride to Alola that your life begins to get interesting in your desperate search for your pokémon. This story is mainly aimed for transmen, so apologies to anyone not male-oriented in terms of gender. Also, there will be themes of suicide and self harm, so I will place warnings when needed. (All this takes place in some other timeline for Sun & Moon where Team Skull disbands before the actual story so don't ask) Cover credit is from the Pokémon Adventures manga

' uh yeah , hey you got the wrong number , just thought I'd let you know ' ♡ ♡ ♡ in which a wrong number call and an overly dramatic voicemail lead to unlikely friendships. dakota ivan miss-clicks when typing in her sisters phone number, and accidentally leaves the blood god himself a two minute voicemail rant. rather then pass it off, he decides to respond with one of his own.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 1 --- Tacenda; pl (plural only): Things that are not to be spoken about or made public. Things that are best left unsaid. --- He was unlike anyone else you had seen before. There was a certain confidence about him that drew everyone's eye. His hair was tied back into a messy plait, but it was the color that was the most striking, a bright pink that contrasted the dark red and black of his robes. His face was mostly obscured by the mask of his people, but you could just make out the shape of his jaw and a flash of sharp teeth when he smiled. He was dangerous - but he was magnetic.

COMPLETED!! ~~~~ This story is about a small twitch streamer (y/n) who somehow stumbles her way into the friend group of the dream smp. ~~~~~~ Note: in this book, there is no romantic relationships. I wanted to write something different than all the _____ x readers on here, so this will just be about making some of your best friends. (Strictly platonic!1!) ~~~~~~~ Info about the characters: ~y/n: a young girl aged 14 Featuring: -Tubbo_(toby) -Tommyinnit (the man and the best) -Wilbur Soot (tall singing boi) -Dream, George, Sapnap (the dream team) -And appearances from: Niki, Fundy, Technoblade, etc. Highest achievements: #1 in #mcyt #1 in #tubbo WHATTTT #1 in platonic #3 in #friends #5 in #dream #5 in #friendfiction #7 in #youtube