(Oneshot) There are so many ways to call someone beautiful. Beautiful. Attractive. Gorgeous. Pretty. Adorable. Ravishing. But your favorite word to call something or someone 'beautiful' wasn't even in English. It was in Italian. (I don't own you, Hetalia, Italy, or the picture. I own the storyline.)

(Oneshot) Being a very flirty person isn't always what it's cracked up to be. Most of the time people ignored the way you flirted almost any chance you got. You were actually a very nice person on the inside, but all of your other personality traits and feelings were completely distracted by one thing in particular. Love. (I don't own you, Hetalia, Spain, or the picture. I own the storyline.)

( Two Part Story) You sighed, sitting in your new assigned seat, listening to your first period class’s teacher drone on. The class was home economics and the teacher was reviewing for you what had been taught earlier that day. You had just been admitted to one of the most dangerous, most violent schools in the entire world; Hetalia World Academy. (I don't own you, 2p! Canada, or the picture. I own the storyline.)

(Eight part story) You had hated the way his eyes had seemed to know more about you than even you did. The way they seemed to look right into your soul. It scared you. Now, 17-year-old you loved him, but you kept even those feelings to yourself. You knew that even if he returned your feelings, that you would have to cut off the relationship. You just couldn't bear to let him see through your mask. (I don't own you, Spain, Hetalia, or the picture. I own the storyline.)

(Oneshot) You didn't care about anything. Or, well, let me rephrase that. You cared about your best friend, (b/f/n), food, and sleep. But other than that, there wasn't anything that particularly interested you. You felt that your life was really boring, and sometimes you wished that someone would just come and kidnap you from your stupid, boring, old life. Of course, at the time you hadn't been thinking that you were actually going to get kidnapped. That was way before everything happened. Way before your life had been turned upside down. ( I don't own you, the picture, or 2p! America. I own the storyline)

(Oneshot) You were extremely depressed. You hated your life, and you had scars on your wrists and hospital records to show for it. You went to a school where everyone seemed to ignore you. You felt like no one needed you. You felt unwanted. You felt unloved. You did have some five friends that were guys, and you even had a crush on one of them, Lukas Bondevik. They were there for you, but it still didn't seem to help your situation. Things had escalated and gotten worse. You were starting to think about actually ending your life, not just cutting to the point of having to be rushed to the hospital. You wanted to end it all and not ever come back. (I don't own you, Hetalia, Norway, or the picture. I own the storyline.)

(Oneshot) You walked along the dirty sidewalk. You weren't familiar with this area of the city. You were used to a more rural environment, so when you decided to visit your friend Mathias in the city, you were taking a risk walking there all by yourself. You were a pretty capable woman, but you lacked a bit in physical strength. You were used to your friend Berwald always being there to protect you. (I don't own you, Hetalia, Sweden, or the picture! I own the storyline.)

(Oneshot) You were a social butterfly. You loved the art of friend-making and talking. You loved seeing people laugh and smile, and that was what kept you from walking away from conversations. You were interested in everyone as friends. Except for one person of course. (I don't own you, Hetalia, Iceland, or the picture. I own the storyline.)

(Part number undecided) This will basically be a whole bunch of 'boyfriend scenarios'! It was a request made by someone on Quotev! It consists of Italy, Finland, Sweden, Norway, Denmark, and Iceland. Your best friend, me, will be dating Canada~! I have big plans for this, it's going to be a whole bunch of fluff, and just a tiny bit of angst~ I don't own the picture (Well, I made the collage but the pictures are not mine), you, Hetalia, or any of the Hetalia guys mentioned! I only own the storyline(s).

(Completed; Ten Chapters) Your decision was final. You were going to go to Iceland. Your friend, Arthur had thrown a fit when he found out that you were taking the long trip from England to Iceland. This was his final effort to get you not to go. Here. In the airport. With tons of people watching his tantrum. (Hetalis and all characters, excluding the reader, belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. The picture is not mine. I own the storyline.)