A special fanfiction based on VikTuri.

So I'm gonna write some weird smutty stuff while I'm half asleep, Here's some gay shit. . . . . Enjoy your shit

This is a side story/sequel to 'Diaries of Nations'. Alfred has Anorexia/Bulimia and Arthur is cutting himself. Matthew and Francis want to help them recover and make their little/ broken family whole again. Can they do it? Find out inside. ***WARNING- EATING DISORDERS, CUTTING, AND MAYBE SUICIDE. READ WITH CAUTION.******** I don't want anyone relapsing because of this, so please please PLEASE read carefully.

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.

Everyone knows of the fierce competition the Soviet Union and United States were locked in for decades after the Second World War. The stockpiling of weapons, launching to space and other events that changed history. There was a secret, though, that the two personified nations did not even tell their bosses. A secret that only a select few really know of. That secret is called Alaska. A Hetalia Fanfiction Cover art does not belong to me.

This is the Diary of a nation known an the United States Of America. Here you will see a side of him that the others don't. [recent cover change update]

This is my first fanfiction please don't judge

I hate you, I hate you not. I HATE YOU. Fuck me in the ass

"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" . This isn't true to America, after all a person can only take so much until they break. Contains depressed! America.

sequel to He Calls Me Birdie • prucan sadness. dont kill me if you cry. you're the one reading it! • may or may not contain RusCan. • please do not kill me ;-;