America is an 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!!

its a rusame story BOIZ!!, also this is my first fan fic so 👌😂🤷 Also the art cover is by me sooo.... Its bad l, any way, This story contains- Abuse🤕 Swearing🤬 And FLUFF😇 notice how I say fluff and not smut 🧐🧐....... okay, there may be some smut🤠🙃🙂 I will try to upload on Wednesdays and Saturdays, and do know that there will be spelling errors. Also it's big gay, so👏 ________ My version of the agent au America goes to train to be an assassin with russia being his captain. Russia is impressed by Americas skill, and soon likes him more than what a captain should. However in the distance two figures sethe with fury and will do what ever it takes to take back what is rightfully theirs. Will they succeed in their plan?, Or will it fall apart to a love that isn't spoken?

What My Boredom Leads To

Before 1936, I was alone again. America wasn't my birthplace. I was born and raised in Russia, and I continued to live there with my sisters after our parents had died. In all honesty, I would've never left had it not been for Vladimir Lenin and his Bolshevik Institute of Artistic Culture. In America, I found that the immigrant life wasn't nearly as easy as I'd hoped. My sisters and I settled down in a small New York town, where we each found jobs. My older sister, Katyushka, worked as a chef at The Bear and Buck, where she put her culinary expertise to work. My younger sister, Natalia, started out as a journalist, then began writing a very successful mystery/horror novel series. I concentrated on my ballet. I joined the New York Ballet Theater, and soon, "Under the Same Stars" went into production. Within a few years, it was a fully fledged show. But there was one detail I always left out. I never revealed that the story was true, based on my own experiences in Russia, an experience that set my new life in motion. Before 1936, I was alone again.

Before 1936, I was alone. Russia was in a state of chaos after the Bolshevik takeover at Petrograd. Vladimir Lenin was gaining power at a frightening rate. Outside of Russia, the world was at war with itself. After Archduke Ferdinand's assassination, Europe was plunged into turmoil. Everything was going insane. I wasn't alone in the familial sense. Although my mother died giving birth to my younger sister, Natalia, and my father was one of the ones killed in Petrograd, I still had my sisters. Katyushka was my older sister. She treated me with a maternal gentleness; in fact, it was she who made my scarf, which I still wear to this day. Natalia was my younger sister. She was very attached to me, and some might've called it obsessive, but I didn't blame her. When she was three, I had fallen very ill, and I almost didn't make it. Katyushka soon got over my near death, but since Natalia was so young, her mind never fully recovered. But even with my sisters, I was still alone. I was always trying to find some way for us to scrape by, which led me to spend most of my waking hours away from home. I had very few friends, and the friendships I had were shaky, at best. Whenever I tried to talk to anyone, they would ignore me or push me out of their ways, thinking I was just another street boy. Before 1936, I was alone. ... Under the Same Stars: Book One

America's economy finally breaks down and falls, causing America to die. Basically, Russia is sitting at America's grave talking to him. This is a sad story and it's also RusAme. I'm not very good with summaries. .shoot me. :) I hope you enjoy the story and don't forget to comment and let me know what you think! -Saria

RUSAME DRABBLES!!! (Human names, I don't own Hetalia, though I wish I did)

A cute little RusAme fanfic. Just a little date and a movie...and a bit more

Hehe, Welcome to Amerika And My life! °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° ADMIN: Hello! This book will be filled with just RusAme headcannons, RusAme happenings, and some One-shots of RusAme I come up with ;P

Thailand is surprised to find out that his family had been keeping a tiger in the basement of their old home. He calls Malaysia to check it out and neither of them could possibly comprehend what this 'tiger' truly was.