Hello! this is my Hetalia One shot book! I hope you enjoy these story's I have here~! and requests are opened at the moment!

Rain. Nothing but rain fell around outside, pounding against the pavement, splashing up dirt, washing away every muddy/dirty thing away. You find yourself in a slightly filled bookstore drenching from head to toe trying to warm up from being rained on. Recently you and your friend had moved to the city of London and was just about to go have fun when the weather decided to be a downer. After walking around a bit you find yourself falling, trying to catch something from the top of bookcase. Not even seconds later you find yourself staring into a pair of blue eyes of a FAIRY!! Now absolutely shocked you find yourself confused only to be put down by your friend and not mention you have a dark secret that ends up coming out. What will become of you!? Will you finally give up on life or find comfort in the British green eyed boy company??

Let's see what happens when Russia let's a girl live in his house under the pretense of needing a maid. ~Finished~

Currently undergoing heavy edits.

Girls aren't allowed as pirates, except you were a pirate. But the only reason why you are a pirate is because you look like a man. You were in your young adult years, fighting other pirates, becoming famous. One day you were at a bar, drinking like other days, when you over heard a conversation. They were talking about you, but then one man decided to bring up another man. He was very famous for riding the waves of seas and more. You thought to yourself, a new victim to defeat, but will you defeat him? Or will you be defeated and killed, or will something else happen? Read to find out more!!!

The American Revolution was brutal. Blood was shed left and right. The boy Arthur used to know was now as strong as he, and he could do nothing about it. Once the battle was won, Alfred had declaired himself as America. As he went off, leaving Britain behind, he constantly looked back. He would remember the fun times they had together; the laughs they shared with so much passion and heart. But those days were nothing now. America needed to create his own happy memories within his own Nation. Ever since that dark day, something dark festered within Alfred. Years and years went by and he tried desperately to surpress the evil, hiding it with a smile around his friends. As Alfred looked in the mirror, the only thing he could see was that aura of evil, which seemed to have formed into a humanization. As he observed it closer, he noticed the apperition looked exactly like him, but with a darker hint. Alfred was terrified and tried to run. But the other was just as fast. He glared at the Real America with scarlet eyes, his dark brown hair wavering in front of his face. As the imposter smiled, a single tooth had been missing. The bomber-jacket wardrobe and denum jeans remained the same, but the attitude differed completely. It wasn't long before the second Alfred had changed things. He kept the first Alfred in fear, threatening him constantly with his nail-embedded baseball bat; which had been blood-stained over time from innocent victims. And through those harsh years, Alfred learned-from Italy-about his other being. And Italy said: "They are called 2Ps; Second Players. They are the evil and mean versions of us, and they call us 1Ps; First Players". From that day forward, Allen, Alfred's 2P, had run his life like a dictator. But what was life like from the 2P's point of view?