Once upon a time you guys were a happy family, you had a loving mother and two brothers. Your mother got married to some one names Park Min. She died a year after when you were 7, your brother taehyung was 7 and suga was 12. You were torn, you became depressed because she was like your best friend . Tae and Suga moved away to go and live with your aunt. You stayed so you could give your stepdad some company. But his kindness disappeared as soon as your brothers were gone as well as your mother. He became a drinker. He would stay out late and drink then come home and abuse you. You never told them about it because you didn't want them to worry about you. As the years past you moved in with your best friend Kyung but, you and your brothers barely talked anymore, they would call you after a show but that was rare..... Find out what happens next my beautiful angels <3

This is just a book that is a collection of all of my dreams so you can see where I get inspiration. Also when writing these I will notice the tends in them to try figure out my psyche a little more.

The day of 9/11 is upon us once again, and it is a troubling time for the personification of America. Because all of the nations are going on tours of each other's lands, and America cant change his plans, he is stuck revealing himself on the day that he is his weakest. What will the others think of him now?

Alfred, who has been told to shut up and grow up all his life, fears the scary and powerful Ivan. But to prove he is strong and to protect his friends, he attempts to face his fear. Ivan, a lonely Russian whose immense power has caused him to be very lonely and feared, hates the childish actions of Alfred. But what happens when they are stuck in the same house with each other for only heaven knows how long? Read to find out! This is a America x Russia fanfic of the anime Hetalia. I do not own hetalia nor the characters, but I do own this story. PS I use human names and hints of yaoi but nothing serious. ~Edit~ I finally updated the cover xD I didn't like the old cover, so I fixed it :D thanks!

(Warning kind of gory) Russia absolutely can't stand the sound of America's voice. When America comes over uninvited with a couple of drinks Russia unexpectedly slits America's throat. He isolates America in his home and enjoy's the fact that America can't speak anymore. Although as the months go by America begins to get used to and almost enjoys his forced silence; something Russia can't seem to understand, until he stumbles upon one of America's many written letters. When Russia is trash talked at a meeting he storms out on America during blizzard. They learn that their lonely pain and angst towards the world are not so different.

The Cold War left Russia and America on bad terms, but it's been years now, is it possible for them to become friends? Bonding over their troubled pasts might just do the trick. (tiny bit of Prucan) *I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters* -this fic is awful i apologize in advance-

"Magic can be unpredictable. Especially when your dealing with a curse." Arthur said while unlocking the trap door. "There is no telling what could happen. You could lose your wings.... or worse." There was a click and Arthur placed the key in his pocket. He stood up and stared into Alfred's sapphire blue eyes. "You still have a chance to go back. Once we enter this room, you could be dragged into the darkness along with me." Arthur explained, hoping Alfred would change his mind. Alfred smiled and put his hands on Arthur's shoulders, "If it means that I get to be your hero, then that's all that matters to me."

His arms were wrapped tight around his neck, holding on as tightly as the arms that were already around him. "Before you leave...I'd like to ask of you one last thing..." "Anything." "Kiss me."

Alfred F. Jones and his mom are starting anew after a nasty situation with Alfred's dad. Let's just say that he no longer respects his dad all too much. Things seem perfect when they move into their new house. He's making new friends, and his mom's job is going great, but after a while, something begins to feel off. Cold spots? Almost ominous presences that seem to haunt him whenever he's home alone? What's going in this house of his? Is there something there? Is it evil? Is it good? Looking into it proves to be much more than what Alfred was expecting.

When Alfred moves to the UK for college, he meets a young man named Arthur.