tw; aggressive language/swearing, alcohol mentions + usage, smut, manipulative/abusive actions. - ... "You like how wrong this is." ... Alex was just a lit match. Schlatt was the gasoline that refused to pour.

"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.

When Toris meets Feliks, he is overjoyed; Toris doesn't have many friends to start with. However, when Feliks confesses his unrequited love for Toris and kisses him, the Bad Touch Trio snaps a picture and threatens to spill it. Toris knows he can't let this happen; he wants to win the heart of a girl named Natalia, and if rumor spreads he's in an affair with Feliks, that will never happen. The Bad Touch Trio (being the Bad Touch Trio) offer a deal; if Feliks and Toris can make a viral youtube video before the Trio does, the secret will be safe. The two teams pit against each other. However, during the competition, Toris finds himself growing close to Feliks, and maybe, just maybe, catching feelings for his partner in crime. In a twist turn of tragedy and redemption, Toris and Feliks have to face a question only they can answer: how much are they willing to lose? Each other? (I wrote this fic 3 years ago so it is very cringey read at your own discretion)

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! //

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