[Disclaimer: This is cringe] "Pa, where is Florida-man?" "W-What if he went back to papá?" ~~ When Florida seems to go missing, everyone panics. There's absolutely no trace of the state, until America finds a seemingly blunt note. Where had Florida gone? A place nobody was supposed to know about; The Library of Knowledge. ~~ [None of the Art in this book is mine.] [Yes, this may include stereotypical features] [started: Monday, January 6th, 2020] [Completed: Monday, April 29th, 2020] [TLOK Book One] [NOT POSTED ON MY Ao3]

As the title says. This is my first story on Wattpad, too!

Russia finds out that he's having to share a dorm room with the one and only America, a country that's too loud, too excited, and too touchy for Russia's taste. However, America isn't as happy as he always seems, but Russia doesn't want to play therapist for the other country as he deals with issues of his own. Can the two find love together, or will they push each other away and ruin their friendship? haha wow, that sounded cheesy lol just a rusame fic thats hopefully not too cringey! :3 also there will eventually be smut i think, but rn im just trying to make it an actual story ((Also, disclaimer!!! Some of this isn't historically accurate!!!! Most of it, actually. I'm treating these countries as my own characters, how they act is in no way how I see the country as))

Disclaimer-In this AU relationships may or may not be happening. such as Gerpol and Canada x Ukraine in this story America hosts a party at his house. of course, he wants to do something stupid and they decide to sleepover at a "haunted" house in the neighbourhood. little do they know they made the wrong decision. . . can they fix it in time? nobody knows. Don't mind the shitty art on the cover. I can't really draw =/ Anyways welcome to my shitty book where everyone may or may not be murdered/tortured.

Every country has a power, but America has an ancient, exotic one. Ame accidentally kills Japan and she is hunt down. [Up for adoption]

Cracking, splitting, and aching. America seems to have it great on the outside, but it doesn't feel that way. Everything seems to be splitting apart, literally. This story will not revolve around Rusame. There will be small glimpses of relationship building, but it's not my intention to write a romance.

A battered volume, made up of many different stories from different volumes put together, like in the days of yore; they all have one thing in common, however. They all tell the many tales of a clan known only under the name of the organization it founded, the Chimaera. Some of them are real, some of them are hearsay and legends that arose around the mysterious domain and it's inhabitants, some other are either completely made up or come from realities different than the one their records found themselves in. Which ones are which is anybody's guess, but one thing is for certain: the Chimaera was a dark and mysterious place that held many secrets, and it's legend continues to live on to this very day... (A collection of one-shot stories about my clan. Some tie into each other, but most are unrelated.)