This story is about one of my favorite fanfics for the anime heataila

Some days, I just don't get how people find joy in life. I don't see why love is a big deal, isn't family all we need? Yet again, I don't even have a family... I guess that just makes me, lost. Eren Yeager, the Lost boy. References to self harm,depression, and abuse. It won't have any description of it but only references (except for abuse because if Eren's dad) Triggers-ish. Not major but I'm still putting this warning in here. Cover by the stupendous: FieldOfAppleTrees

Roy Mustang is a cop for the town of Amestris. He is given a case, and the ties it has to a certain someone catches his attention. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Edward Elric, is a criminal. What makes him different from most is one clear detail. He'll never kill. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So when fate throws these two polar opposites together, will the case be solved in the end? Or will fate change its mind and become cruel?

Arthur Kirkland needs to enter a famous haunted house to lift any curse that may be in this house. But Arthur can't do this alone, he also brings the rest of the Allies. But can Arthur accomplish his mission and get him and his friends out alive? (And I don't own these characters! Nor do I own Hetalia!)

i'll put something here eventually. this story is under some serious editing!!

It's cute; Germany and Italy must come to terms with what they feel for each other, yet that's easier said than done. Can they manage before one does something drastic? And if not, how will the drastic action effect the other? A/N: If you like this, there's a sequel in progress too. It's very loosely tied to this one, and so I'll be publishing it soon... Thus, you don't necessarily have to read this one first. :3 Also: I don't own any part of Hetalia, and I don't own any of the characters. I'm just a bit crazy over the anime, cuz it's freaking Prussia-worthy awesomeness.

You dipped your (coloured) hand into the bowl that was once filled with popcorn, only to find out that there were none left. An irritated grunt escaped your lips before you noticed that you had to go back to the kitchen and refill. As you entered you noticed tiny shards of glass that came from a smashed window. Your eyes widened in horror. How couldn’t you have noticed this before? Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around your perfectly-curved waist. “Hallo, love.”

Italy keeps having these strange dreams in which he can't escape. These dreams make him want to protect everybody and keep them away from the war but Germany is headstrong and set on continuing the war until the end. Can Italy change his mind and spare the life of his friends? Will he be able to spare Germany's life as well?

Follow Arthur and Alfred as they struggle to sort out their feelings for each other, in spite of Arthur's dark past and Alfred's oblivion.

She briefly closed her eyes, feeling the hot water run down her skin. She was the only one in the room, she had intentionally planned it. For at least six months now, Felicia had been going under the name Feliciano, fighting alongside men, and risking her life in battle. She thought she could pass, with the ends of her reddish- brownish hair lying at the ends of her earlobes, as opposed to her usual long, curly hair, her short height, the lack of developed muscles, and a bound down chest, she could pass as a sixteen year old boy. Felicia had tried to take careful measures to make sure her true identity would not be found out. For example, making sure none of the men saw her naked. Ever. She also made sure not to dress or undress herslef. Wouldn't they question the bounds? For this reason all possible activities that would expose her as female were done when she was alone.