We sat in silence. I could hear my heart beating in my chest. Was it always so loud? Mammon and I caught each other's eyes, but he looked quickly looked away. "So uh..." He began. I cut him off quickly. I wanted Mammon to stay on the bed, with me, a little while longer. I felt emboldened by our touch. I was going to take hold of this situation and guide it, firmly, to where I wanted. "Mammon, I have heard you telling your brothers that I was your first." *** Note: The characters featured in this story belong to Obey Me! Shall We Date? This fan fiction may contain spoilers for some readers as it references events in the otome.

Being a cyborg, Genos was already thought of as just a robot. He was serious about his goals, and that made people think he was emotionless. His metallic body carried no warmth, and his pale face hardly ever dawned a smile. Despite this, he was still human, and you were the only one seemed to recognize that. **WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT** All characters and the story/plot of One Punch Man belong to One and Yusuke Marata! You own yourself, of course. This is merely a fanfiction! Enjoy

Mermaids are shy, and often avoid contact with people. But driven back from the feeding grounds by harsh weather, Ivan must hunt humans in order for his pod to survive.But what happens when you realize that you're in love with the human you let escape?

After World War II, America's life was thrown off. After an... eventful night, he's now dealing with a child fathered by the very same country he's supposed to be fighting. And life doesn't get easier once the child is born. Now America must navigate through childcare, personal issues, societal expectations, and even the Cold War, all by himself. RusAme, mpreg (mostly just at the beginning), might be a bit OOC, and most likely filled with angst. Slow updates. I do not own the cover image or Hetalia.

Alfred (America) feels suicidal and decides to go to "the house where people go to die." He quickly realizes it's very creepy, and it seems to be deserted. . . But is it really? Alfred gets out, but is intrigued and keeps going back. Is that a choice that will kill him? ((WARNING: Suicidal and talks of blood!!! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THAT, DO NOT READ!!!! P.S., also contains RusAme, so if you hate that ship, don't read!))

"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" . This isn't true to America, after all a person can only take so much until they break. Contains depressed! America.

(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.

America isn't the happy hero everyone thinks he is, it's the opposite. But could England and Canada help him? •contains UsUk• •FINISHED• This was my first story and it's pretty noob but if you're ok with that then go ahead, but you can really tell I improved with my other stories.

It's been eight months since the personification of the United States went missing. Everyone has searched and searched, only to have found nothing. While everyone else has given up, the personification of Canada has not. He will do anything he can to get his brother back. Even if that means looking for America by himself.

America may be young but for his age has seen so much. Sometimes it's easy to forget it was almost 200 years ago that he had gained his independence. Within those 200 years he became a very powerful country. However, being powerful is never easy. Alfred is hated. The taunts and jabs can get to a country after a while. Country's may not be human, but they hurt just like one