Pretty much a sequel to my Yandere nations X America book.. REQUESTS are always welcome! And remember these are usually satire and not all that serious.

"I swear, when I grow up," Francis told Arthur, in all the seriousness the flamboyant five year old could muster, "I won't just buy you a rose."

Matthew William's was a quiet child. He never complained or made a fuss. Even his fathers were worried to the point they though he was depressed, that they had failed him. No one understood him. No one ever will, so he kept quiet. Quiet as a ghost. Quiet to the point of non existence. Quiet until he questioned his own sanity. That was until he received a gift from his parents. Matthew was history fanatic so it was obvious they would present him with a Russian doll dressed in a Soviet Uniform. On the other hand, to a any sane person, it was ultimately a strange gift. Even his, obnoxious and oblivious, brother was shaken up by the doll. It was all normal, well borderline anyway, but this doll was not normal. Matthew noticed. This is his story of having a bi-polar psychotic doll protecting him from the Bozh'ya volya. Life will never be the same again.

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

{A Mertalia AU} I didn't know how it happened, or how we managed to stumble upon one another, he was the light of the darkness... literally.

I'm okay. I'm not okay. He was never okay. No one's forever and always okay. But he's never okay. When the snow was pure white, still in the process of falling down softly onto the ground, was long ago, like a fairy tail that never happened. When there was no roads, no people to stain the snow, was too long ago, like a fold tail that your mother would tell you for a bedtime story. They're too late to help him. He's too far gone, his paper heart crushed and burnt, damaged and ripped. The snow is stained. The twig has snapped. The mask is broken. And his paper heart will never be whole again.

⭐️⭐️⭐️ A rusame fanfic dealing with long distance relationships and the trials that come with them. ⭐️⭐️⭐️

So yeah... It ranges from fluffy shit to smutty shit. Simple enough. I guess any pairing is welcome? Rules are inside. See you there. I guess?

Collection of short Prussia and Hungary stories. From happy fluff, to depressing moments, humor and love, and everything in between. Possible smut

[Could someone help me with a summary?] "All girls are princesses.Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren't pretty, or smart, or young. They're still princesses." - A Little Princess How can a young Knight make the love of his life feel like the princess she is, armed with only some flowers, and her friendship, and his love?(Purely Child!Hungary and Child!Prussia fluff)