Since I was bored and feeling slightly insane, I decided to write this. This book is a compilation of Hetalia one shots that come to my mind at any given time. Most of them are USUK because I have a one track mind. I will take requests and prompts if anyone wishes.

Ludwig was the younger brother and he didnt mind. He loved and adored his elder brother. He was happy to be the lesser. The overlooked. He was proud of his brothers intimidating army and impressive empire. He was content with being in his big brothers shadow. Then, after WWI, he learned something. Small is weak and the weak are bullied. He would never again be small or weak. He would be great. He would be the empire everyone remembered. He would be feared and respected. The world would fall to its knees, and he would look down upon them. No one would stop him. No one would be better than him. No one was safe. Not even his dear brother.

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How are nations during the zombie apocalypse? They are just like their citizens, trying to survive. In a world without order. A world without social structure. A world without country borders, the nations must learn how to survive in the new world where death surrounds them constantly. [ COMPLETED ] (Sorry, I really suck at writing summaries, hah. I'll revise it later as the story develops. Anyways, I hope you enjoy my story! Please leave feedback in the comments, I love hearing from my readers!) Cover image not mine, all credit goes to the artist.

"We are insignificant little ants caught in a bigger picture, and that bigger picture is nothing but a wheel of tragedy. And one day, that wheel is going to land on us. It's only a matter of time.

this is PruHun crack This needs to be added to your library Voted 69/10 by some guy that likes creamy cake ;}

Historical Hetalia & gothic horror. The German Empire wakes on a stormy night and finds himself drawn into the darkness by some unknowable instinct that pulls him into the belly of the earth. Some things are better left undisturbed. " Wer mit Ungeheuern kämpft, mag zusehn, dass er nicht dabei zum Ungeheuer wird. Und wenn du lange in einen Abgrund blickst, blickt der Abgrund auch in dich hinein." - Friedrich Nietzsche, Jenseits von Gut und Böse

Amelia misses the days when she was actually loved. Her parents England ,France and Spain probably hate her. The only ones who probably loves her are her other North American Siblings and her South American cousins and some others. She conviced herself that she's unloveable now is depressed and tries to be perfect. But what happens when her parents and other siblings find out about her troubles? Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Collection of short Prussia and Hungary stories. From happy fluff, to depressing moments, humor and love, and everything in between. Possible smut

[Could someone help me with a summary?] "All girls are princesses.Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren't pretty, or smart, or young. They're still princesses." - A Little Princess How can a young Knight make the love of his life feel like the princess she is, armed with only some flowers, and her friendship, and his love?(Purely Child!Hungary and Child!Prussia fluff)