Oh boi this one's gonna be one hell of a ride. I think I hate myself enough now to write this trash. Basically, America gets 'intoxicated' with a love curse that makes him act kinda evil and the only way to break the curse is with a true love's kiss. I'm sure you know where this is going... Warnings ~ • There will be cursing • That's pretty much it, it's gonna be short. Again tho, it's still only fluff and the cover art belongs to me.

china,um país muito sociável,possue muitos amigos,até que muito conhecido,porém por dentro enfreta uma coisa horrível,a depressão...ele por dentro sofre de depressão des da morte de seu melhor amigo urrs...pois na vdd ele o amava mais do que amigo...como um verdadeiro namorado...porém e se urrs estiver vivo? Atenção Essa história foi inspirada na história "eu... estou bem" então aqui vai os créditos' - ')b

America never wanted to be a therapist-especially not at that place. Tucked away in the snowy outskirts of nowhere, the asylum is cold, clinical, and far too quiet. On paper, it's a rehabilitation facility for the mentally unstable. In reality... it watches more than it heals. There are corridors not listed on the map. Guards that don't speak. Patients who whisper about things that shouldn't exist. And then there's Russia. Eight feet tall. Muzzled. Strapped into a straightjacket. His white hair falls messily across his face, just barely hiding the impossible red of his eyes. He doesn't speak much-but when he does, it's always to America. Assigned to him without warning, America is expected to observe and record. Nothing more. But Russia's presence is suffocating. His voice echoes in dreams. And when his fingers smear blood across steel and something shifts-sharp, spindled, unnatural-from behind his back... America starts to understand: this isn't therapy. It's a test. The deeper he falls into the patient's grasp, the more the truth begins to surface-about the asylum, the experiments, and the monster who never stops watching him. Russia doesn't want help. He wants him. And once the hunger starts, it doesn't stop.

America had a favorite song, and that's was Forget Me Not's. Only a few people that know him could understand why he loved the song, however Russia trying to understand America more comes to a conclusion that makes him see America in a different light. [Started: March 15] [Ended: October 11]

America is a adult who now seems to be facing one of the worst evils: nostalgia. After receiving boxes with objects found in his parents' house, the young man's life is turned upside down as he tries to relive moments that were previously buried deep in his memories In this sudden encounter with old memories from his life, America stumbles upon more than just vinyl records and childhood photos; he revisits a past he has kept buried for so long. Finding minute coincidences between those with whom he shared different phases of his life, he feels he is facing the same person, again and again. this fanfic isn't only about sovame, despite the cover representing them!!

(𝐈𝐈.) ━━ 𝛏 "Alemanha, você não pode ser amiga de ninguém." ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ℳade by @HELKAOO ━━ 恶魔 .

China sai do seu território para trabalhar pro URSS como seu guarda-costas. A fanfic irá se passar na Guerra Fria. ~~~~~ Artista: lyb59 ~~~~ Publicada também no spirit

One-shot's de uma dupla que eu gosto muito, tanto como aliados, inimigos ou amantes

Novo ano, desafios, amores, novas metas, confusões, frustrações. Tudo novo para as vidas dos, nem tanto, personagens da nossa estória. - Gravidez masculina - Yaoihot - Palavras de baixo calão