It's been years since England last had nightmares. But this time was not an exception. It was the week of a meeting when England wakes with a start. He unsuccessfully tries to keep calm instead getting out of bed shaking. Quietly as to not wake the sleeping American he goes to the only person that can help him like he had for centuries. None other then Francis Bonnefoy.

Just some Supernatural imagines. I do not own anything! They get better as you read I promise! Please feel free to comment and share and like and enjoy to your hearts content! I don't post very much anymore, my life has taken a different turn, but I do hope to try again soon! (UPDATED 11/24/20)

<FrUK> A kinkmeme prompt fill in which America notices a clearly French doodle on England's hand. Curious, he asks about it.

(Not a song fic, sorry:3 ) Arthur is in denial of being in love with Francis. But as the two progress, do English and the French come together? Just some FrUk fluff 'n' stuff. :3 (COMPLETED)

it's all about supernatural. NOT MINE warning; they're lame af

Out of boredom, the Hetalia countries get drunk and start to tell their dirty little secrets. Who's will be the most revealing? Read and find out!!! WARNING!!! Profanity, explicate language and boyXboy. You have been warned.

You've been at Beacon Mental Hospital for quite some time now and not only have you been having night terrors about the creature that killed your family and ruined your life. You also face it. Surprisingly, you're not alone. You have a little albino, who goes by the name Leslie Withers, to help you.

You are a 22 year old girl and is a proud writer. Your life is pretty normal, or at least to you, untill one day when you meet a certain Iplier.

This is my first story on this site, so I'm going to post an old one that isn't exactly finished yet... So um, please give me reconstructive criticism! ❤️ and totally give me any requests ..