In a world where when you turn 18 you stop aging until you find your soulmate. Poor Feliciano has waited a century Based off something I saw on tumblr

No one expected the disaster. No one imagined the terror that would come to pass. Who could ever do such a thing? It's the horrors we never want to be faced with. Though it is the one thing that brings people closer together. Hetalia fanfiction, remembering the worst and best of times. Cover art does not belong to me.

This is based off and AU I found and it involves many feels so prepare yourselves. When Italy no longer needs two representatives, it's up to Romano and Italy to decide who has to go and who has to stay.

The stress of being a world super-power is adding up too quickly for America. With inner conflicts that his fellow nations only seem to fuel, he won't be able to handle it for much longer. Book I of III A Hetalia Fanfiction Cover art does not belong to me.

I was having a good day. Having the house to myself, getting to sing and dance all by my lonesome. It was pretty much the ideal day for me. But, of course, one thing lead to another and... Here I am tied up to my own freaking chair. _._ I don't own Hetalia, I just own my characters and the story.

"A world without you is a world I don't want to live in."

Welcome back to the One-shot Hetalia hell! I am alive and back for a smidge. I will take request and stuff. So look forward to better-written stuff!

This excerpt comes from a newspaper clipping about a case 16 years ago, following the story of an answering machine and what true horror can lie in love and sickness.

"...Here inside this bottle, are words that came from my heart. I promise together we'll get through every battle, not to be seperated and depart. To be related to you and call you my brother, is something I truly treasure. My beloved you will never be a bother, because being able to be right beside you and show my affection is simply a pleasure." ~Matthew Williams