To her dismay (Name) (Surname) is placed in the volleyball club on her first day at her new school.

After witnessing the horrible shooting of a high official from the underground, you are marked for death with your head prized at 10 million dollars. Contract killers from different corners of the globe fly to New York to claim their prize, one of which just happens to be the former charge of your neighbor... DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hitman!Jones or Hetalia and any of its characters. I also don't own the butterfly and crosshair illustrations, I only used them for the cover. All rights reserved. WARNING: The following may have detailed or mild descriptions of gore and violence; black comedy; limes (mild smut); and swearing. Reader discretion is advised.

To him you were his movie star, his smile. He would give you four dozen roses just to make you smile, and sure as hell he'd walk you down the aisle any day. Would you let him? (I watched the MMD - Classic video and had to make this.)

Short little poems or stories that show depression.

You always had this illness that was slowly consuming your life. When you only have 7 days left to live, you make a contract with a devil that will let you do anything your heart desired. In return, you will give him your soul. Reader-chan doesn't know what is coming her/his way. (For girls, but any gender can read it too). This story is also posted on my quotev account, so please don't think I am stealing my own work.

Poor brit went and got himself sick, as his best friend you drop everything to rush over and tend to his bad cold. (Short and sweet story.)

Our little hero here has caught a nasty cold, and you're the only one he wants to take care of him in his time of need.

Like it or not you had fallen hard for the hitman, he's been on your mind as of late. The thoughts of him were making it hard to focus on work, but if one wish could come true then you hoped somehow you could catch his attention. What if you got your wish?...and in the strangest way. Cover Art By Me! Don't Steal!

He sighed. His face seemed to relax, and became emotionless. "So who the hell are you, anyway?" "M-my name is (y-y/n)..." "Mattieu." You're shy. You live your life on the outside, watching, waiting. Drama doesn't mean anything to you. You couldn't care less about who's dating who, what clothes are in or what music makes you cool. You're perfectly content with just getting by, but when you suffer a near-fatal experience, everything changes. This tall, stoic boy drags you out of your normal life, for better... or for worse.

I didn't write this but I have been given permission to post this all credit goes to Valentinesdaygreen and a link below to the original story origin http://valentinesdaygreen.deviantart.com/