There are three days, out of 365 days, in which Arthur James Kirkland secludes himself from the outside world. He was perfectly content locking himself in his bedroom for these twenty four hour increments, and sulking in the all too painful memories. Unluckily for Arthur, as soon as a certain frenchman discovered this, he vowed to put an end to it. This, dear reader, is the story of how every year, on July fourth, the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland is dragged, very much against his will, to spend his day with Francis Bonnefoy. But maybe...Just possibly... He enjoys these days a trifle more than he lets on. Warning: This fanfiction includes a tickle war, snuggling, extreme fluff, & a very drunk Iggy

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Italy finally did it. He got everyone out of that cursed mansion. The only catch is that nobody remembers anything about what happened. In fact, to them, it never happened. How will our lovable pasta eater be able to hide what he truly is? Can he do it? Or will his friends start to get suspicious of his behavior?

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NOTE: Only read if you've seen HetaOni! Entirely from Italy's POV. "I thought that we had an honest chance of escape when fratello and Spain showed up for the first time. Heh. That was... so long ago... Now I am broken. But... I must escape with everyone... We must live." Full Summary inside! Rated T for bad language and character death (it's HetaOni)! What really happened in the Mansion? What exactly did Italy actually go through? What if the loop from the game ended in death and failure again? What if it was only the beginning? Read as Italy goes through the Mansion after the game's loop. Follow the Angst of having to protect everyone without them knowing it. And see just how shattered Italy has become. Will they finally escape? Or will Feliciano be forever tormented by the halls and monsters of the Forbidden Mansion?

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Three words. Three words started it. Three words ended it. In the world of Hetalia, where the countries are people, there are two particular countries in quite a predicament. Germany has always had a kind of fondness over Italy, ever since they met. As time passes by, day after day, the military giant begins growing feelings for the little pasta loving Italian. Germany has never been a man to express how he really feels, and it's hard for him to admit even to himself of how he feels. But what happens when Italy has suddenly vanished? To what lengths will Germany go to find his little pasta loving Italian? [A GerIta story] DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Hetalia characters, all rights go to their rightful owners. All I own is the plot.

Book 2 of a bunch random facts about Hetalia And yes, you may request facts

The title is pretty self explanatory I guess. Welcome to my trashcan. I'm sorry but it appears you're 100% Hetalian. There's no turning back now Hetalia: Countries have never been so different

AU. Italy, WW2. Feliciano Vargas is a passionate, if slightly scared, Italian resistance member. Falling in love with a German fighter pilot was the last thing he expected... and it will test his national loyalty, and his heart, to their limits. \\ 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! //