Frank Iero has been picked on everyday in and out of school since he first came in seventh grade. He gets called all the same insults that he did in Maine before he moved. 'Faggot' 'Retard' 'Sinner' it never changes, and neither does he. But.... What if his bully does? !!!!Trigger Warning!!!! Contains self harm and suicide attempts!!!!

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.

Hetalia one shots....

Despite the foreboding misery for tomorrow, he just knew he could take it as long as his beloved will be always there for him...Even if it's the smallest thing like whispering encouragements, kissing him like there's no one in his world but him or simply hugging him like this. He knew he'll be alright. If he happens to fall, Alfred is always there to catch him, anyway.

Nightmares. Every night it's the same thing. Britain is forced to battle with himself in a world of unconsciousness, and no one can help him. No one knows how. As he fights with the constant fear of rest, his older brother Scotland comes to help, and America begins to feel weak and useless, like he's unable to save the person he truly loves. What will happen? UsUk, with some FrUk and Scotland smexiness XD Gotta love that red head!

Little daydreams that will cause any fangirls heart to melt. Take a trip into the world of Hetalia, and have a small moment with you favorite character.

You dipped your (coloured) hand into the bowl that was once filled with popcorn, only to find out that there were none left. An irritated grunt escaped your lips before you noticed that you had to go back to the kitchen and refill. As you entered you noticed tiny shards of glass that came from a smashed window. Your eyes widened in horror. How couldn’t you have noticed this before? Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around your perfectly-curved waist. “Hallo, love.”

England writes in a new diary about the emotions he is feeling every Fourth of July. Each year there is a feeling he does not understand growing stronger and stronger in his little British heart. WARNING: Horror fanfic, not one of those romances. Has some components of Cupcakes and Rainbow Factory. A look through the eyes of a crazed man.