Alfred had always been a late bloomer. Through puberty to love, he was always last. None of it clicked. Love was disgusting and icky, why would anyone like it? All it did was cause heartbreak and sorrow. Maybe with some help he could learn the ins and outs. And maybe, just maybe, fall in love. Who knows? (One-shot book, open to requests)

The stress of being a world super-power is adding up too quickly for America. With inner conflicts that his fellow nations only seem to fuel, he won't be able to handle it for much longer. Book I of III A Hetalia Fanfiction Cover art does not belong to me.

England and France have been two superpowers that have constantly been at each other's necks. But there is more to their feelings for each other than either will ever admit. Not even to themselves. Not even when they cry out the other's name when there is no one else... Mostly following England's PoV, as he wonders what he truly means to his enemy. (I change PoV later) #FrUk #Hetalia

The btt goes to the bar and Matthew has to pick them up. They play some truth or dare. PRUCAN, some Franada, FrUK, Spamano, Geritaly (mentioned), USUK (a little bit)

America has a dream that he's never told anyone. Unexpectedly he runs into Britain but what is Britain doing in his country? Also America realizes that he might be... dissapearing. Is he going to dissapear without fullfilling his dream?

Arthur Kirkland, high schooler, depressed, unpopular prep student. Francis Bonnefoy, high schooler, popular, fashionable, ladies love him, partying every night. Arthur wants to be loved. Francis wants someone to love. When the two meet, a blaze erupts.

The country America has never had a representative. That is something that is well known. What is not well known is the identity of the blue eyed and wheat colored hair of the teenage boy that crashed into a world meeting. And said teenage boy intends to keep it that way... through any means necessary. Preview: Suddenly, the glass window broke,and a teen tumbled through and landed roughly on the table. Some nations shrieked in surprise while others simply looked on in curiosity. The teenage boy was still for a few moments before slowly standing up and wiping some of his blood off his face. He grimaced before crouching on the meeting table and scanning the room. Once he did, his blue eyes widened in shock and jaw dropping, he groaned,"Oh shit. Boss is so going to kill me."

America is the loud, obnoxious, immature nation the countries know, right? But what if he wasn't? What secrets surface after a more than odd call shoves the crew of nations into a side of America most have never seen. I wrote this just for fun so there is kinda quick pacing along with slow updates. I'd love some criticism about it so I can improve. I use google translate for any foreign language so please correct it if it's wrong in the comments and I will fix it. Otherwise please enjoy. #1 in ivanbraginski 7/4/20 #1 in thestates 7/5/20 #1 in aphamerica 7/8/20 #4 in Rusame 7/12/20 #2 in Hetalia 10/7/20 {Cover is not mine}

I'm not good with descriptions. England misraised America. Now the Italies are raising America.

The Cold War left Russia and America on bad terms, but it's been years now, is it possible for them to become friends? Bonding over their troubled pasts might just do the trick. (tiny bit of Prucan) *I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters* -this fic is awful i apologize in advance-