Alfredfjones Stories

Alfred had always been a late bloomer. Through puberty to love, he was always last. None of it clicked. Love was disgusting and icky, why would anyone like it? All it did was cause heartbreak and sorrow. Maybe with some help he could learn the ins and outs. And maybe, just maybe, fall in love. Who knows? (One-shot book, open to requests)

Arthur Kirkland's little sister is a curious person, so when her brother starts talking about an American boy called Alfred, she becomes intrigued and decides to write to him. A simple game of 50 Questions between the two will reveal secrets and leave one longing for something so out of reach the other will be left heartbroken.

Arthur Kirkland, Europe's best explorer has been sent on a journey to find a rare treasure that is said to be in new lands. With promises of riches and new treasure, he sets out but instead of a priceless gem or gold, all he found was a blue eyed native boy. (USUK, FRACAN,RUSAME YAOI)

Hetalia x Monument Mythos crossover. Some divergence from canon The loop begins again, but Nixon wants to play. What if the land above the horned serpent had a personification? America has always had a feeling he was different from other countries. Did other countries get thrown in a Giza glass box when they spoke out? Nope, just Alfred. Now he seeks answers to what really lives within his monuments. But how do you learn that there is an eldritch monster inside you? How do you cope with the result of your pyramid invention? How do you live with a gestalt of 17 soldiers who perceive lucky charms as a threat? (Comments and specific feedback are appreciated!) All credit goes to Hidekaze Himaruya and Alex Canasas

Book 2: After being completely fed up with your home life, you decide to run away, along with your dog. On your journey, you seem to run into someone, although he looks very familiar, it can't be someone you know, right? I mean, you can't possibly know this guy since he is a complete stranger to you, but then why does he seem to know you in a way? And his friends too, they're kinda particular aren't they? Maybe it all has something to do with that dream... If you can remember it all a little more correctly though. ==> Enjoy the story~

Based on a Tumblr headcanon: "Nations can have children, but most don't live past the age of eleven and are very sickly." Freedom Amelia Brandt has been diagnosed with an enlarged heart and a missing valve, but she's very lucky to be celebrating her 12th birthday in three days. Her birthday present is going to the White House with her sixth grade class and seeing someone she only knows from pictures--her daddy, Alfred F. Jones.

Arthur us a 23 year old that still lives with his parents and doing nothing but trying to avoid his many brothers the best he can. not very flattering to say. Alfred is a 21 year old that lives with his brother and sister after a problem that happened in his family when he was 19. None of the characters or art in this will be mine unless said so. All credit goes to they're respected owners.

The Combine have taken over the world, Humanity is on the brink of extinction, and the personifications have been captured and held captive by the alien race. The only one who remains is Alfred F. Jones. America. Who has somehow managed to evade the combine pretty well so far. The resistance is dwindling, the will to fight all but gone. But, just as all hope seems to be lost. A long lost legend, a hero, twenty years late to the party, has returned to liberate the remaining people of earth. Armed with nothing but a crowbar and a pesky additude, Gordon Freeman must fight his way through hell all over again. This time, however, he has a bit of company. As man, looking no older than twenty, decides to aid him in his destiny. Gordon Freeman is the hero this world needs. The one who will save the day. Alfred just hopes it isn't to late.

Alfred refuses to let go of his southern children. His eldest son Dixie refuses to acknowledge Lincoln as president. The battles they originally thought as picnics began to prove a long treacherous war. This was going to hurt far worse than anyone had originally anticipated. In other words its the 1860s, the American Civil War, and Alfred decides the only way to get things done properly in this war is to join the military without telling anyone and drag his children back... dead or alive. Please bear with me I'm not very good at writing, this is also my first fic that I'm actually taking seriously, also don't mind the cover I can't draw men that well 🥹... warnings: -yes there will be blood and death and disease and infections- and the general horrors that come with war -really old ideas (like slavery and racism and other ones relating to the era) -some possible ships (only references though and I might decide not to even include it [America/Germany]) -No one else has proof read this besides me (because no one who knows me needs to know about this) -written at very late or VERY early hours of the day -written mostly for fun -not entirely historically accurate (but I tried a little) If anyone actually reads this and enjoys it I'll continue it. (I didn't want to post this to ao3 because I'm afraid ill get hit by a bus 🥹)

The King of Spades, Alfred F. Jones, had not always been unable to hear things. It had started when he was crowned King and his inability slowly had gotten worse. But he paid no mind, instead he brushed it off like it was nothing. Nobody seemed to pay attention to it either; considering the young King had learned to read and understand lip movement making him a lip-reader, to anyone he seemed normal. That is until he was told that another royal member would be joining, a person who would help rule the kingdom by his side. With every King there is a Queen. And for the first time he would meet the person that he would be wed to.

Natalia loves reading. Alfred hates everything about it. Natalia is serious about everything. Alfred makes everything a joke. Natalia is pessimistic. Alfred is optimistic. Natalia hates showing emotion. Alfred shows it all the time. They're opposites. Contrasting. Antithetical.

"The American flag does not fly because the wind moves it, it flies with the last breath of each soldier protecting it."

Everyone has a fate string. As time goes, Arthur's feeling for Alfred grows. But one day, Arthur makes mistake on his magic which makes him see the fate string. However what happens if Arthur makes a choice. . . Where their string disconnect.

ASK ALFRED ANYTHING AND DO ANYTHING

Alfred has left and you felt lonely. Sense knowing how long those meetings can last or how long work can be. You had a solution though!! You went to his wardrobe and got...

A long time ago, an assassin known as Germania started an assassin league. Nowadays it is led by Ludwig Beilschmidt, code name Germany. With an assassin from every edge of the globe, chaos are bound to ensue as they chase their latest target in the city of Hetalia.

After moving to a small town with her parents (Y/N) goes to high school as a sophomore. (Y/N) learns that this town may not be as friendly as they seemed. Thankfully she meets Alfred Jones, a spunky blond boy in her bio class. Maybe this move wasn't too bad after all.

𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. ~~~ ★ ~~~ Updates may be slow, please don't spam me (〃^ー^〃) I swear I'll make a better cover soon

When Arthur Kirkland was in college, he had fallen in love with a jock named Alfred Jones. During those years through school they had sex, leaving Arthur pregnant. At age 24 he has a son named Peter. Alfred has no idea... until they run into each other in the street.

Really short Hetalia fanfic about aph America.