Have you ever fallen in love with someone's words? With the way they write, the way they make the letters latch onto each other and leap to string into words, to summon sentances. To make writing dance and sing like that is a truly unrecognized, unaccountable gift. Levi Rivaille is an online author who, despite his internet-fame, finds himself to be, for lack of a better word, lonely. Eren Jaeger, a bright young artist who is looking for the spark of inspiration. Despite the metaphorical and literal distance between the two, they may just be what the other needs. Disclaimer: I only own the plot of this story, and none of the characters, much as I would like to. They belong to Hajime Isayama.

Francis Bonnefoy and Arthur Kirkland loved each other without end. Of course, their relationship wasn't perfect, but they were both unconditionally happy for the most part. However, when a tragic car accident places Arthur in a coma, Francis is devastated. For four long months, Francis is miserable without the love of his life. When Arthur does finally wake up however, Francis finds that perhaps he preferred it when Arthur was in a coma after all.

Gilbert isn't scared of thunder; not as long as you and your chest are there to save the day, anyways. (Posted on my Quotev and Deviantart accounts also, Picture is not mine. Gilbert and Ludwig belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.)

In memories Romano remembers Spain. A man who left him as a child, not knowing why Spain abandoned him like that. Then one special day, Spain found Romano, chased him down to see him again. Now Romano must look past Spain's old ways, and try and trust him again. But he's unsure if he loves Spain. In the end, will he love Spain? This story is now complete, I would like to warn you about sexual content with men, If that is not how you roll then please do not read. I am coming up with a Sequel/Epilogue to this, I have yet to come up with a title. I'm very pleased with my fans and I hope you all will follow me to the end, thank you! CC_Green-spain~

Arthur Kirkland isn't your typical sixteen year old boy. He's unnoticed. A ghost among a crowd of people. And when people do notice him, they use his heart as a toy, something to be played with once or twice. So what happens when these games push young Arthur over the edge? Find out in, "Hey Class President", a Hetalia USUK fanfiction.

Running. So much running. What's it like to be a normal sixteen year old? Heck, what's it even like to be a normal teenager in a world that ISN'T infected with some crazy virus? Will that world ever even come back? No one knows. And no one ever will. ------------------ This story is mostly in the point of view of a sixteen year old named Kiara. This story has swearing, blood and violence. This is also my very first story, so please don't judge me too hard. I hope you enjoy.

Angel!Arthur is on a mission to send a rowdy group of demons back to Hell when he is captured and brought to the very place every angel is warned never to go. There, his soul is suposed to be eaten by the Demon King, but that doesn't happen. Demon-King!Alfred is too curious why the assumed human Arthur didn't beg for his life to end it.

You sat by your window and felt the cool spring breeze brush against your face. The birds were singing their song. It wasn't always like this. You knew what colors and letters looked like. But due to a problem in your genes, everything has changed. If only you could see the light just once more... --------------------- This story will have strong language and it might be sensitive to some readers. It takes place in a modern AU. If you don't like the idea of this, please don't read it.