On hiatus for some amount of time idk. Emil lives in a world where nightmares aren't his enemy, it's sleep itself. There are only three rules to the sleep starve. Don't fall asleep. Don't complain. And lastly, don't. Get. Caught. Under some serious revision.

Probably nothing other than Hetalia Mainly headcanons and thoughts on characters Nordics and probably a lot of HongIce cause that's my main interest atm aLSO COVER ART NOT MINE JUST A REALLY REALLY REALLY CUTE PIC THAT I LOVE OKAY

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just a little DenNor sicfic. I do not own hetalia or any of the art, but I wish I knew who drew them <3 Human names used

By George deValier - Human AU. When Berwald loses everything he is forced to move into a share house with an insane Dane, a sociopathic Norwegian, an unfathomable Icelander and a perfect Finn who makes it all worth putting up with. Number of Chapters: 7 (and an introduction) Status: Never finished Disclaimer: This story belongs to George deValier. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. I own nothing.

Here, some cute ass DenNor. Enjoy :D Warning: My friend Kach almost died while reading this so there's a chance you will too And.. Iceland's there too sometimes.

"I'm trying to protect you from hurting yourself, you drunk idiot!" Lukas stormed forward. His patience had run out, and he'd had enough of this conversation. "I'm trying to protect you from falling in love!" That should have been enough to start a full-blown fist fight, which Lukas was more than prepared for. He stomped to a sharp halt, his body only inches from Mathias's. The Danish man, however, must have gotten the answer he was looking for. A needle of shock pierced his chest when the wildfire in Mathias's expression diminished. He suddenly felt very large in comparison to his downtrodden companion, whose posture and fiery disposition died out like the Roman Empire. Mathias side-stepped out from between the car and the Norwegian who cornered him. Cautiously, Lukas watched as he rounded the car and stopped only when he stood outside of the passenger door. He laid his palms flat across the top of the vehicle and sighed. "Alright, Nor. Just take me home."

•The sequel to the first Group Chat• The six are all together with their respective partners and things seem to be going well... Except for the fact they don't get to see each other.

Back at it again with some Hetalia garbage! Plot: There's a wall on a blog that randomly generates real numbers, so what happens when a certain Prussian and Spaniard decide to make a group chat with the first few numbers? Shenanigans, that's what.