In an attempt to get the two bickering countries to get along, Alfred and Ivan must spend one month together in one of Alfreds homes. In a house set back into the woods, these two countries are going to grow closer together and learn more about eachother then anyone else has before. Even a few things that they never wanted the other to find out. *Warning* Depressed America. Suicidal thoughts. Suicide attempt. Vulgar language. Maybe smut? We'll have to see where this goes.

....Yet no one knows. The brave and mighty Skydoesminecraft is greeted by a dark memory that slowly but surely tear him to pieces. With no one there to help him or give the broken hero comfort, his power depletes completely as he is haunted by it. Will Sky embrace his dark past? Or let it eat away at his every being?

Alfred is an open book, right? Most of the countries seem to think so. But the American harbors many secrets, and only a few have seen through his open-book nature, taken off the laminated cover, and stopped to read the book that is Alfred F. Jones. All it takes is one little interruption in a world meeting for America's laminated cover to be torn to shreds.

The Puppeteer is a creepypasta that supposedly "helps" people in need. Mostly kids who don't get along with their parents. He saves kids who are being abused at home, so you could call him a hero. But, there's a twist; He's also.... a Killer.

Twilight Recieves yet another package holding a spell. Twilight recited the spell, forgeting what happened last time she had done this. The potion hadn't seemed to work, so Twilight goes to sleep. In the night, the potion takes affect......

Pinkies POV. "If you really care to know the truth, Fluttershy, I will tell you" I stated as I sighed heavily. I haven't told anypony the truth, the truth of how I got my cutie mark, the truth of how I met rainbow dash, how the cyan filly forgot all about our adventures in the mental hospital. I hadn't told anypony about the fact that I killed my father. How I fell in love. I had kept the story bottled up in me, thinking that the only way I could keep rainbow safe is if I hid the truth from her. But the truth was hard to contain, I felt it breaking at the walls within me, begging to be free, to be spilled across the floor. I played with my pink bouncy mane as Fluttershy stared at me with her azure eyes filled with concern. "Well, it all started on a rock farm..." I began as the rest of the story ensued, spilling out of me. (Cover art by me: DeadcatX on deviantart)