Since Putin has banned all meme imports, Ivan must do secret meet ups with Alfred so he can build his stash of illegal memes. All while keeping it hidden from his boss. Although, there are some other countries who are jealous of this, and will stop at nothing to get their hands on Alfred's memes. (Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Hetalia and also contains swearing)

Italy was kidnapped once again by the allies. America, however, hadn't known until his friends dropped by with the Italian. France had lured in the oblivious boy at the previous world meeting, and the other three captured him so they could get whatever it was they wanted from Germany and Japan. They locked the poor Italian nation in America's basement. For weeks, the Allies would go down to the American's basement and torture Italy for information, but Italy refused to crack, unlike the last few times they took him. America felt terrible, so while his allies weren't paying any notice, he would take care of Italy. It had taken a while, but he got the smaller man to talk, and even longer to get him to smile... I don't own Hetalia, or the characters!! I do own the plotline, and thank you for reading WARNING!!:Yaoi smut, so if you don't like it, don't read it!

China, America, and Russia constantly argue during world meetings, they just dont agree with each other. They always poke fun at one another. Sometimes their arguement will turn into a fist fight. England, France, Germany, Italy, Japan, Spain, Romano, Canada, and Prussia have had enough. They decide that maybe spending time together will make them better friends. Or at least frenemies. England casts a spell that doesn't allow them to go very far apart from each other. Will the plan work? (I DO NOT OWN HETALIA, also this is my first fanfic so I hope you enjoy:)

Harry's world ends at the hands of those he'd once fought to save. An adult-Harry goes back to his younger self fic. Semi-super!Harry (This story is not mine it was made by an ao3 account named Batsutousai)

It's Harry's 4th year at Hogwarts and his name has just come out of the Goblet of Fire. Everyone has abandoned him and he feels utterly alone. Through an accident Harry and the piece of Voldemort's soul that resides inside him begin to interact and Harry slowly begins to change. He becomes stronger and more aware, and slowly grows aware of a more sinister course of events that has perpetuated his entire life. Book 1 Disclaimer - This story does not belong to me, it can be found on fanfiction.com and adult-fanfiction by Athey.

"Go." She said, not quite yelling but suddenly intense as she herded Harry back, away from the pillar and towards the tracks. "Go now, boy, or you'll miss your train!" He looked behind his shoulder, there was a train....he hadn't heard it approach. The doors were open and waiting, and for no good reason at all, he stepped inside. The strange little woman didn't follow him on, she simply stood there watching him. that same incomprehensible smile on her face. "Which path will you choose?" She asked again, just before the doors closed, replacing his view of her with his own, pale reflection. !Disclaimer! All Characters are owned by J.K Rowling This story isn't mine and belongs to orphan_account on AO3 Story link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18364346/chapters/43483331

Harry Potter isn't happy with his current life so Death offers an alternative. Harry decides to throw do-overs out the window and to live the way he wants when he goes back to where it all began...which includes driving the Dark Lord insane by leaving him presents on his birthday each year while staying out of his grasp, for a while at least. My take on a time-travel fic. Please note that the prologue is different because the story decided to mutate while I wasn't looking. BY GAMBITO

(Aka the Tomalongadingdong™ fic) It was a normal day for Harry. He woke up, made breakfast for his relatives, ate some leftovers, and went out to do the chores set for him. Then it all changed when he accidentally disturbed a snake in the grass. Please do not message me about translations. I'm not accepting them.

Horror strikes him down where he stands, then. He sways, stumbles to put his back to the living room wall. Harry is woozy in disbelief, watching the two words slashed into his chest in livid red just like the scar on his forehead. 'AVADA KEDAVRA.' He knows those words, the first he can remember, his earliest memory. It feels like he hasn't breathed in minutes. When he comes back to the moment, he finds that perhaps he hasn't. Harry gasps for air like a fish does for water, and doesn't find it. His back has slid down the wall somehow and his hands grip his head, hair clenched in fists. Then he realizes he's actually panting, a ringing in his ears, blocking out whatever it is people are saying to him. Hermione crouches in front of him where he can't possibly miss her, palms settling gently on his knees. "Harry," she's saying. "Harry, it's going to be alright." How? How can it ever possibly be alright again? - In a world where the first words you ever speak to your soulmate appear once both soulmates have turned seventeen, Harry receives a bit of bad news. OR In which Harry fashions himself into a war bride. !Disclaimer! All characters belong to J.K Rowling This story belongs to freakydeakymoonmagic on AO3 Story link here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37337773/chapters/93167971

When Harry's name comes out of the Goblet of Fire, he is livid. He didn't bloody want to join a deadly tournament, but it seems like no one believes him, so he swears a wizarding oath. Now everyone believes him, but he still isn't excused from the tournament. Almost on the point of wanting to give up on his magic, Death interferes because Death's chosen child can't lose his magic. **** ''This is why you are going to be perfect.'' Death almost croons, making Harry blush. ''If you're going with me to train, you will be back in no time. Time travels differently in my realm.'' Harry nods. He suspected something like that. ''Then I will go with you to train. It is only fair. The others are older and have more experience.'' ''Harry, no!'' Dumbledore exclaims, but Harry knows it is too late. Death is already grasping his arm, and then everything turns dark around him. !Disclaimer! All characters belong to J.K Rowling This story belongs to MBlack93 on AO3 link to story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34047913/chapters/84691633