America, the joyful, albeit slightly dim nation was actually a very gifted singer-- not that anyone knew that. That didn't mean they wouldn't find out. (A series of one-shots!)

When strange aliens abduct some of the nations, they are then tested on their worth. It appears some species felt that humans were inferior, and so brought the nations to their ship to see if that was true. It falls on them to assure their planet doesn't get obliterated from the alien's laser. The nations are given an opportunity to show the aliens they belong in the universe. But one nation proves too talented amongst his peers, and the aliens give him a choice. Either he dies with his planet, or he goes with them and the planet is saved. What will the HERO do?

When you see Alfred F. Jones, the anthropomorphic representation of the great and mighty United States of America, what would you truly see? A talkative fool surrounded in a cloud of idiocy and gluttony. Nobody would ever expect that the man, a superpower, was hiding and running away in a mask that will eventually break apart one day. highest ranking! #1 in axispowerhetalia #6 in america

Alfred Jones, the obnoxious, loud, arrogant, country. He could never be a father...right? That's what everyone thought until that failthful meeting

I've been really stressed with school lately and I have another story that's my main focus right now, but I'll come back to this when I'm in the right headspace to take it on :) A book appears out of nowhere along with a note from a secret author. They claim to know the darkest secrets of the (seemingly) happiest nation. What will they discover about his traumatic past and his ghastly present? Is he really okay? Or will his collection of masks come crumbling down. (This is my first story so please be gentle.) Constructive criticism is welcome. I do not own hetalia, the mentioned characters or the cover. I only own the storyline. #102 Hetalia #5 Gerita #30 Aphamerica

It's finally America's turn to hold a meeting in his country. Let me just tell you, he's a nervous wreck... Just as he thought the meeting was running smoothly some unknown and rather loud children, claiming to know Alfred and calling him Dad? •I accept suggestions just no shipping• -just some wholesome father Alfred and drama in the US household- (Also there is going to be a lot of the midwestern states because I'm from Illinois, and there isn't enough of the Midwest states) -COVER ART IS NOT MINE- -I DO NOT OWN HETALIA- #1-States (6-1-20) #1-Hetalia (6-25-20) #1-aph (10-10-20) #2-nations (5-3-21)

The year is 2051. My name is Alfred F Jones, also known as the United States of America. And I'm the last one left.

It's sometime in the future. World War III has come. No country is safe from it. They have taken it too far. A breaking point. Hell. All countries are at a raging on war. One that can't seem to be resolved. They've past the point of no return... No backward glances... Their games of make believe are at an end. (( Hetalia: World War Three )) ((No. This is not really going to happen. I hope... I MEAN NO OFFENSE TO ANYONE OR ANY COUNTRY!)) ((I DO NOT OWN HETALIA.))

A Hetalia songfic based off of the Vocaloid song "My R". The following fanfic follows the repeating cycle of Alfred F. Jones (Aka America) as he convinces other countries from committing suicide. Read along to find out how it ends! All songs, art, and characters so not belong to me and go to their rightful owners.

(Sequel to Strong, Truly Strong) Rise: Move from a lower position to a higher one. The countries now knew that America was strong. They knew that Alfred had been through a lot. He had hit his lowest because of them in the past. They had done that to him and he still wasn't very much comfortable around some of them. He still had some trust issues and after an incident, North America, especially him were trying to ignore their fathers. But you know what? He was gonna rise. Rise up. Rise up from the pain of the past. From the insults he had faced off with. From this low point. And the countries were gonna watch him. There was no doubt that he would rise up. After all, whatever life through at America. He would still. Rise