She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

Lesbians for everyone. One of the most inconsistent stories ever with a forgetful author.

So yeah... It ranges from fluffy shit to smutty shit. Simple enough. I guess any pairing is welcome? Rules are inside. See you there. I guess?

These are going to be stories I write which contains my favorite ships!

We all thought we knew hetalia..

Well, the title says it all! This is my first cannon book and I try to update daily or twice a week! These are my own Headcannons so beware!

Hello! This is my book of Hetalia oneshots. It contains many different ships, and there is fluff and smut (the stories with smut will have a warning before the story begins). I am no longer taking requests. Thank you for taking the time to read my book :D I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters.