Thinking that even the sweetest and calmest people can't be change or broken would be wrong, Italy was that sweet calm person true he would usually runaway from battle and avoid doing the things he hated, but how can you not be affected or changed by the constant violence of war that raged around him, no one truly knows what made him snap but suddenly he was no longer that sweet innocent little country he was before now he's something more dealy. edited as of 24/06/2019 after four years of it being relased

Three words. Three words started it. Three words ended it. In the world of Hetalia, where the countries are people, there are two particular countries in quite a predicament. Germany has always had a kind of fondness over Italy, ever since they met. As time passes by, day after day, the military giant begins growing feelings for the little pasta loving Italian. Germany has never been a man to express how he really feels, and it's hard for him to admit even to himself of how he feels. But what happens when Italy has suddenly vanished? To what lengths will Germany go to find his little pasta loving Italian? [A GerIta story] DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Hetalia characters, all rights go to their rightful owners. All I own is the plot.

Okay, so I am absolutely obsessed with gerita, and I hope you guys are too. This story will probably be really sad, and I apologize for any seizures or throw laptops. NOTE I am NOT a history buff, I asked friends and google for most of the historical stuff, so it may not all be precise I'm sorry. Also, copyright...the title and stuff goes to black veil brides seeing how the third transmission was named this. I just thought it fit nicely >~< so basically, I own nothing except for the story. Oh yeah, I'm not doing the accents and stuff...sorry, I'm not good with them things :(

1943: Italy betrays the Axis Powers and allows the Allies to invade its Southern borders. Hitler does not let this stand, and Germany invades the Northern half of Italy. This is the story of everything following. GerIta fanfic Picture and APH not mine:)

In my never ending effort to piss off my father, i made the mistake of agreeing to marry my rival. I hadn't known what the hell i was getting into.

A Hetalia/Disney crossover starring PruCan. Matthew just wanted one person to notice him. Gilbert just wanted to break the spell that had turned him an unawesome beast. Could the two ever find love?

I'm okay. I'm not okay. He was never okay. No one's forever and always okay. But he's never okay. When the snow was pure white, still in the process of falling down softly onto the ground, was long ago, like a fairy tail that never happened. When there was no roads, no people to stain the snow, was too long ago, like a fold tail that your mother would tell you for a bedtime story. They're too late to help him. He's too far gone, his paper heart crushed and burnt, damaged and ripped. The snow is stained. The twig has snapped. The mask is broken. And his paper heart will never be whole again.