This story contains hurt love and comfort, don't read when you have a weak heart it will get sad. Readers enjoy

Hey! I literally haven't written in FOREVER so I most likely suck. :") Well! This is a Hetalia Fanfiction with the pairing Canada x America because honestly. This ship needs more love. Canada and Alfred, are spies of rival agencies. But what happens when after a failed mission, bitterness is replaced with love? (I can't write descriptions for shit, dude.)

C: Hi! I am AProudAsian/HetaWarts~ Oh and um yeah I make stories and randomness but I can't even FINISH ONE! SOO LETS JUST GET THINGS STARTED :D I also put reader here sometimes -3- oh and demn feels! *Lit fireworks in the sky* Fireworks are saying; WE ARE PROUD TO BE AN ASIAN and TO BE PART IN HOGWART

Reader and Alfred are room mates and don't get along too well until something unexpected happens, and Alfred's true colours shine through. This is one of my older works from way back in early 2013. I uploaded it to DeviantART, so hey, might as well upload it here. I hope you enjoy! :) I do not own Hetalia, Alfred or the cover art. I apologize as I do not know the the artist is!

Alfred's been chasing this one girl just to steal her virginity...

US x Canada. Just a simple story. Canada is sad. Nobody knows. Until America decides to visit him.

-Rating- T for Teens -This is an AU story, so characters will be taken out of the normal Hetalia form to fit into the story. -Warning: Contains drugs, language, yaoi between brothers, and mentions of adultery (more could be added later throughout the story) The bus station seemed so erie, being alone at like a quarter to five in the morning. Fog covered majority of the horizon to where I can only see across the street before it became a endless wall of light grey. 'Why am I here?' I often ask myself. I left my friend at our house because I know he can take care of himself. Plus, with meeting this new guy I only met through the Internet that has been giving me nervous butterflies. I know what he looks like from being able to Skype him and text him and such, but being able to actually meet him in person, I can barely even breathe do to might actually being noticed. (Slow updates will be an occurrence due to school and life)

America x Reader! Yay ~(•3•)~ [Insert cool description here] - Cover art [as well as any other art shown in here] belongs to original artist(s)/owner(s)

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?