(Based on the movie Two Night Stand) What exactly led Matthew and Gilbert to that one night among the sheets? And what will happen now that a blizzard has prevented them from leaving Matthew's tiny apartment? Is this the second chance they both need in life, or is it a curse meant to punish them for everybody they've wronged? Mama Shick does not own Hetalia or its characters, but she does own, like, three nightstands, which is a lot for a single person to have.

Matthew Williams didn't normally mess up a mission. But this time, as he watched the tiny yellow bird fly out the window, he knew he had screwed himself royally. Now Matthew's stuck passing himself off as a human Gilbird, the beloved pet of the oblivious German named Gil. He's only doing it until he finds the documents he was sent to retrieve, but there's something about Gilbert that makes him want to keep this act up just a little bit longer. "What the fuck?!" -me when I had this idea "Finally, something with smut in it for once." -somebody who has been reading my fics for a while and just read the darkness beneath and is mad because there was no smut. "Sangwoo isn't that bad." -some doofus

After losing his job, Matthew is forced to move back in with his parents. He has no future goals or a path to follow in life. One night of drinking ends in an encounter with the dark side of intimacy where he learns of all the limits his body can reach. Gilbert has given him feelings he's never felt before and he doesn't think he'll ever get back. Especially because of his fear of falling in love. "Holy shit this fandom is dead." -himaruya Hidekez "Please kill me." -me "Holy shit nobody dies in this." -somebody who's hopefully right because I have GOT to stop doing that.

America would have never wanted to hurt his little brother, but he has duties to his people and Canada is a mere casualty in his conflict with England. With York ablaze, America and Canada learn the hard way that a Personification has no control over the actions of men. A year later, in Washington, they must face the consequences. (War of 1812; ACE Family) Completed work || 15,424 words || Rating: T Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya; credits for the cover picture go to フジッコ ( pixiv member id=284196).

Gilbert didn't expect to wake up to tragedy. He didn't expect his day to start with the best sex he had ever experienced in his life lying next to him, on the edge of death. The hospital visit leaves him with an insightful look into Matthew's life. He's not as old as Gilbert thought he was; at the ripe age of seventeen, and his home situation is...terrible at best. It becomes his goal to save this newfound lover from a life he doesn't deserve. But every layer Gilbert pulls back, reveals another and another. Will the Prussian ever know Matthew at his core? "Oh wow I thought you said you weren't doing this anymore..." -the therapist I don't have but probably should "Please help I can't escape this fandom." -me "A great story. I peed twice." -Selena Gomez

Prussia and Canada are deeply in love and their story is that which can move any, follow their relationship through all the good, bad, sad, romantic, and of course comedic times.! Hetalia does in no way belong to me, nor does some of the content, (such as songs), mentioned in the story.

Francis and Arthur are foster parents who are dealing with their new teenage sons *edits made*

Hello, my name is Matthew Williams, and I'm an alcoholic. Matthew Williams is a 21 year old alcoholic. In this story you're going to hear his story on how he came to be. The struggles he's lived with, and all the people he's come to meet. All characters and rights belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Prucan school AU You learn more about the past as the story goes on. The POV changes in each chapter but it's in a pattern that you'll get used to I unpublished this and am rewriting it to make it better. Everything about it will be completely different

In a church located in the small village of Echols, I found him. So he was the one those soldiers were looking for. His eyes looked fearful as he clutched the rosary that hung loosely around his slim neck. I smiled and stepped closer. "Don't worry...this is a place of sanctuary, you are safe."