Confedrancy won, America's dead. The United States of America is now the United Confederate States of America. The whole world wants the good ole U.S.A back. France, Spain, and England miss their son, their other former colonies miss their brother. South America want their cousin back. America's old friends want their friend back. So many countries regret not helping America out. The states, provinces, territories, and cities of North America miss their brother. But what about Canada, Maria, and, Diego? Oh them? Yeah they miss their brother, they cried for days, they barely talk to the rest of the world minus their cousins now, they all looked sadder now. But you know what? North America was supposed to be the four of them. Not the three of them and Confedrancy. They were gonna get their brother back, they were gonna do it. Even if it led them to war. Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or it's cannon characters.

I did not write this story!! All credit goes to: 'nicetwin123' on fanfiction.net She's a really good writer so I wanted to spread some of her stuff!! Hope you enjoy

California, Hawaii, Alaska, Oregon, Washington have been kidnapped. while trying to escape the kidnapper they end up in another world which seems like there's, but it's different and time itself is broken. what will happen to them in this new world and will they be able get back home...

The country America has never had a representative. That is something that is well known. What is not well known is the identity of the blue eyed and wheat colored hair of the teenage boy that crashed into a world meeting. And said teenage boy intends to keep it that way... through any means necessary. Preview: Suddenly, the glass window broke,and a teen tumbled through and landed roughly on the table. Some nations shrieked in surprise while others simply looked on in curiosity. The teenage boy was still for a few moments before slowly standing up and wiping some of his blood off his face. He grimaced before crouching on the meeting table and scanning the room. Once he did, his blue eyes widened in shock and jaw dropping, he groaned,"Oh shit. Boss is so going to kill me."

This is my story, the tales of stress, love and hope as me and my british husband raise our two sons as the most unlikely (and dysfunctional) family to ever exist, told through my memories. ((This is an old copy. I am rewriting it all in another book on my page. Please go there to read this.))

When a drunk England casts a spell, what will happen to our hero? Can a country,or two, help and take care of him till the next G-8 meeting?

Trump's just been elected President of the USA. So many plans, and only four years to do it. He knows Obama isn't happy with the results, so why does he look so smug at the inauguration? Shrugging it off as a nothing thing, he walks into the White House. He made it. Staff are busying themselves around- but wait. What's the thumping noise that seems to be coming from the Oval Office? His security follow him to where he will be spending most of his days as the President. And there, on the table, is a man who is busy singing and dancing to Party in the USA. His name is Alfred F. Jones. -------------- A Hetalian fanfic about America's active rebellion against Trump. Literally. -Obviously do not own Hetalia- -Owns plot and is not afraid to come after you if you do the stealing-