Before 1936, I was alone. Russia was in a state of chaos after the Bolshevik takeover at Petrograd. Vladimir Lenin was gaining power at a frightening rate. Outside of Russia, the world was at war with itself. After Archduke Ferdinand's assassination, Europe was plunged into turmoil. Everything was going insane. I wasn't alone in the familial sense. Although my mother died giving birth to my younger sister, Natalia, and my father was one of the ones killed in Petrograd, I still had my sisters. Katyushka was my older sister. She treated me with a maternal gentleness; in fact, it was she who made my scarf, which I still wear to this day. Natalia was my younger sister. She was very attached to me, and some might've called it obsessive, but I didn't blame her. When she was three, I had fallen very ill, and I almost didn't make it. Katyushka soon got over my near death, but since Natalia was so young, her mind never fully recovered. But even with my sisters, I was still alone. I was always trying to find some way for us to scrape by, which led me to spend most of my waking hours away from home. I had very few friends, and the friendships I had were shaky, at best. Whenever I tried to talk to anyone, they would ignore me or push me out of their ways, thinking I was just another street boy. Before 1936, I was alone. ... Under the Same Stars: Book One

Before 1936, I was alone again. America wasn't my birthplace. I was born and raised in Russia, and I continued to live there with my sisters after our parents had died. In all honesty, I would've never left had it not been for Vladimir Lenin and his Bolshevik Institute of Artistic Culture. In America, I found that the immigrant life wasn't nearly as easy as I'd hoped. My sisters and I settled down in a small New York town, where we each found jobs. My older sister, Katyushka, worked as a chef at The Bear and Buck, where she put her culinary expertise to work. My younger sister, Natalia, started out as a journalist, then began writing a very successful mystery/horror novel series. I concentrated on my ballet. I joined the New York Ballet Theater, and soon, "Under the Same Stars" went into production. Within a few years, it was a fully fledged show. But there was one detail I always left out. I never revealed that the story was true, based on my own experiences in Russia, an experience that set my new life in motion. Before 1936, I was alone again.

WW2 AU. Londoner Arthur Kirkland's pub, the Emerald Lion, is overrun by American servicemen on leave. One in particular is driving him to distraction - loud, brash fighter pilot Alfred Jones. Unable to stop it, Arthur finds himself falling for Alfred's charms - just as the pilot is preparing to leave for war. \\ 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! //

"You turned him into what he is now..." • • • • • America is imperfect. He is filled with many flaws. The world knows this, and they take advantage of such, forgetting the fact that the said nation was built of their influences and cultures. America was a product of the world. But in their eyes, he WAS the world.

Canada has been one of the world's most successful fighter pilots for years, not that anyone knows... WWI, WWII and current day.

Alfred who sneaks into Russia as a spy during the Cold War, he meets a dancer named Ivan and a nice old woman. But what happens when he's in danger or even caught?

America is the world's number one superpower. We all know that. And to be a superpower, you gotta have a strong mindset. A really strong mindset. Alfred does have that but..... with all the verbal abuse he goes through on a daily basis..... It's hard.... and each insults unravels his strong mindset a bit. Just a little. But what happens when all that unraveling starts to show?

America has states .... Original I know..... Some get kidnapped, and America has to rescue them without anyone realizing that there are 50 personifications running around wild, 51 counting the Confederacy. Luckily there's a G8 meeting right at the same time, so it'll be nearly impossible.

Ivan didn't know what to think when Alfred, his new neighbor, knocked on his door and loudly introduced himself. It doesn't help he finds the American slightly cute... Human!AU RusAme, with mentions of PruCan, Spamano, and GerIta I do not own Hetalia, or any of the photos in this story.

The Ancients have become increasingly worried for the Nations of the world. It pains them greatly to see their children suffering in silence, so they have devised a plan to rectify this.