They say things in life happen for a reason. Every little sway of the wind has purpose flowing inside it. But it seems reason took a day off when creating you. Especially when deciding to send you a cardboard box marked only with 'To ____ ____'. The box brings with it chaos and a bunch of cute guys. Though, how are you supposed to help a bunch of countries return to their world when you can barely pay rent each month? ~~~~ Hey guys! I'm rewriting this story too! Hopefully you all enjoy it! I do not own the characters of Hetalia I do own the Characters Carla, Vaughn, Hugo, Lydia, and Mrs. Adams Book started on 6-21-18 Chapters with an astrisk/star/* next to the title indicates that the chapter has been edited!

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The 2ps and 1ps get along okay. Canada is visoble. That's all you need to know now go read

Just some one-shots that I'll post when I'm bored. I accept requests though. All one-shots are edited before posted so please point out anything I might've missed. I don't own Hetalia, but if I did then Canada would have loads of screen time and so would the nordics. This will be updated when I think of it.

I've seen a lot of these around and kept getting my own ideas so, why not? Characters are not mine. Art is not mine. You are not mine. WARNING: Profanities ahead. I may suck with the accents. Updates will also be really fuckin slow

You are an orphan. Get adopted by the Nordic. Some obstacles on your life. ((The reader can be a girl or a boy, doesn't matter)) I do not own Hetalia or The Nordic or Tumblr, It belongs to Rightful owners. Niether Those images I posted

The countries find a small girl (you) and take her in to temporarily care for her. But when things take a turn for the worst, the countries are left with no choice but to keep her and raise.

A young silver haired girl wakes up and tumbles out of bed. Everyday the same thing.....Mother was dead now, and Father didn't care about the girl anymore. She cried quietly having hit her knee fairly hard on the wooden floor. No....Crying was not allowed.... The door slammed open making the girl fear for her life. Her daddy, the one she loved, now becoming the worst fear of her life. She is only three, she is only a child!