WW2 AU. Londoner Arthur Kirkland's pub, the Emerald Lion, is overrun by American servicemen on leave. One in particular is driving him to distraction - loud, brash fighter pilot Alfred Jones. Unable to stop it, Arthur finds himself falling for Alfred's charms - just as the pilot is preparing to leave for war. \\ I DO NOT OWN THE STORY! I read this online and I wanted to put it on Wattpad so that more people could enjoy it. Full credit to George Devalier on Fanfiction.net. Make sure to also read all of his other amazing fanfiction! //

Once upon a time, you had heard someone say, "That which divides us will only make us stronger." Your father had said something about how that person had mixed two separate quotes into one, but you didn't care. It had always sounded like a nice belief to you. NOTE: I DO NOT OWN THIS FIC BUT A USER I DEVIANT-ART BY THE NAME, "lasmin18 ". I DO NOT ALSO OWN HETALIA AND NOTHING ELSE.

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It's sometime in the future. World War III has come. No country is safe from it. They have taken it too far. A breaking point. Hell. All countries are at a raging on war. One that can't seem to be resolved. They've past the point of no return... No backward glances... Their games of make believe are at an end. (( Hetalia: World War Three )) ((No. This is not really going to happen. I hope... I MEAN NO OFFENSE TO ANYONE OR ANY COUNTRY!)) ((I DO NOT OWN HETALIA.))