Yuri fanfictions are scarce nowadays, so I'm writing a book! Oh, and by the way, requests are open! I can also make lemons or fluff.... If you're interested, read the introduction to know what animes I write about. Please enjoy! Ojou-sama!

Requests are open!

Hetalia country x reader including : eveRYONE LMAO. Oh and 2ps. Well if you don't see any of your fave characters, request them in the comment section! DISCLAIMER : Himaruya Hidekaz owns Hetalia, not me. Pictures in each chapter belong to their rightful owners. The cover also belongs to its owner, though I edited the background. Forgive me if there are mistakes. English is my second language. Enjoy, fellow potatoes.

This is a XReader story about you and a country having a great time together. There are so many men from many different countries. Who is your favorite?! Comment and tell me which country/countries are your favorite! :3 Happy Reading! P.S. I am also doing requests so if you want to request something, let me know! And it is a promise and guarantee that I will write them! Also doing 2ps as well! :3 (REQUESTS CLOSED FOR NOW!)

does this really need description? -.-"

The American Revolution was brutal. Blood was shed left and right. The boy Arthur used to know was now as strong as he, and he could do nothing about it. Once the battle was won, Alfred had declaired himself as America. As he went off, leaving Britain behind, he constantly looked back. He would remember the fun times they had together; the laughs they shared with so much passion and heart. But those days were nothing now. America needed to create his own happy memories within his own Nation. Ever since that dark day, something dark festered within Alfred. Years and years went by and he tried desperately to surpress the evil, hiding it with a smile around his friends. As Alfred looked in the mirror, the only thing he could see was that aura of evil, which seemed to have formed into a humanization. As he observed it closer, he noticed the apperition looked exactly like him, but with a darker hint. Alfred was terrified and tried to run. But the other was just as fast. He glared at the Real America with scarlet eyes, his dark brown hair wavering in front of his face. As the imposter smiled, a single tooth had been missing. The bomber-jacket wardrobe and denum jeans remained the same, but the attitude differed completely. It wasn't long before the second Alfred had changed things. He kept the first Alfred in fear, threatening him constantly with his nail-embedded baseball bat; which had been blood-stained over time from innocent victims. And through those harsh years, Alfred learned-from Italy-about his other being. And Italy said: "They are called 2Ps; Second Players. They are the evil and mean versions of us, and they call us 1Ps; First Players". From that day forward, Allen, Alfred's 2P, had run his life like a dictator. But what was life like from the 2P's point of view?