France, China, Russia, Prussia, Canada, England, Japan, Italy and Germany find a cardboard box of letters and go through it, they find that it belongs to America and they soon find out that the perfect American they interpret is more like a struggling, regretful man who can't escape from the screwed up leaders of his...

Book 2 of a bunch random facts about Hetalia And yes, you may request facts

Yao walks down the street when it rains. He gets so focused on getting home and cuddling with his panda he forgets to look where he's going. When he spills his coffee all over a stranger he panics until he realizes this stranger isn't so unfamiliar and strange.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW, THIS IS A FACT BOOK FOR FUN.

I was wandering in the snow one day when I ran into a strange man. He seemed oddly familiar in appearance and personality, but I knew for a fact I had never met him before. I was lonely country, da, but so was he. Little did I know it was older me! I had no friends, and asked him to be my friend... I have no one... except for him. Grown up Russia is all I have, and I look up to him as папа. I only wanted someone who cares, and if it's older me, then so be it. It's perfectly fine with me. I said I wanted someone who cares and if older me is the only one who cares then that is fine. I love him and he loves me in return. He is my best friend and my only friend... And it's the same way for him.

Ask them your questions! Axis, Allies, micro nations, anyone! Oh! But also leave some questions for our OC characters, Adelbert, Juneau, Alaska's boss and the one and only Alaska!

As the dream faded, and darkness appeared, I cried in my sleep. This was the fifth time this week I had done this. I barely got any sleep and Germany's daily routine health runs, weren't even keeping me up to my happy go-to self. I sniffled; wiping off the rest of my dried up tears, and curling up under the thin covers. I don't know what has gotten into me, but I feel as if every time I'm day dreaming...every time I'm sleeping... I see him. I see Holy Roman Empire... But why?

I just thought that I should write this sweet story about Italy's relationships with both Holy Roman Empire and Germany. I love HRExItaly and GerIt! I just had to make this, or else it would only be in my head, making me cry. I thought I should share this with you. Italy keeps recalling memories of Holy Rome, in particular the ones that made him feel broken inside. He couldn't help it. Then comes the day, where Germany has a confession to make.

Someone, long ago, once told me that the heart is born with a desire inside. This desire burns inside your heart, eating away your heart from the inside. Your heart desires a treasure, it craves it. All your heart wants to do is to get this treasure and keep it. Your heart wants to steal this treasure away from the world, and keep it for itself. Even though this treasure can be stolen from you, it is never out of reach. Somehow, someway, you can still grasp it. That's what I think Italy is doing, he's getting his treasure. I might not be able to tell what that treasure is, but I can say this; Italy will do whatever it takes to get it. - Yao Wang, The Silencing