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Best friends Kyle and Alfred banter with their siblings Avery and Matthew during a Saturday session for their AP Biology class. (Written for vegemite-burgers on Tumblr)

As the war to end all wars ended, hope was high for peace. But another war has come, and after two years, the Allies are relying strongly on the aide of the ever neutral American across the ocean. Kyle's glad Alfred's chosen to stay out of it, and when England insists someone must try to get America to join, he volunteers. After all, he can do the bare minimum of formalities, and when Alfred refuses, he can then just spend some time with the man he loves before returning to the war. But events beyond his control are about to throw them both into yet another war, this one in the Pacific. And when a slumbering giant awakes, the world will be shaken to its core.

Kyle and Alfred spend a day at the beach. The results, as usual, are predictable. (Rated "cute" and "really funny" by @Music-girl_)

For almost three months, America has been at war, since a day that will live in infamy. For the rest of the allies, it has been three years. Kyle is exhausted, and knows the path of war is still long and unwinding before him. And yet here he sits in another meeting, listening to the others argue, tired and ready to head home and fight in the Pacific Theater, Alfred with him every step of the way. It is February 19th, 1942 at home in Australia, early in the morning. And yet here he is in the northern hemisphere, arguing with the other allies, and he cannot shake the feeling that something terrible is about to happen. At 9:58 AM, in Darwin, Australia, Kyle will learn how an attack on one's own soil can affect a personification first hand, and Alfred will make a vow to become death, destroyer of worlds.

They are the sun and the moon, eternally in dance, always reaching, never touching. They are goddesses, and the Great Mother gives them their tasks. But sometimes the great plans of heaven must be changed. Especially in the pursuit of love. A Gods AU and also a divine story explaining the origins of the cycle of the moon, lunar eclipses, and solar eclipses. Posted on August 21st, 2017, the day of the Great American Eclipse

On August 20th, 1908, the "Great White Fleet" of the US Navy arrived in Sydney, Australia. It was the first time the personifications of the United States of America and the Australia met. And when eyes meet eyes, soul meets soul.

It's hard enough to just exist as a nation, whether or not you're a major world power or just a few ideas thrown into a human body and given life. Whichever body you're got is the one you'll be in for the rest of your life. So being told you're a little fatter than you should be can really take a blow to your self esteem. Luckily for Alfred F. Jones, he has an amazing boyfriend named Jett Jacob Kirkland who thinks he is the most beautiful man to walk the earth.

The time of war has reached its end. It's time to set the terms of peace. For Kyle, things are not simple. The first war is always the hardest. He's lost so much, yet gained something as well. But the shell shock of the war and the secrets he feels he must keep are eating away at him. Thankfully, he's not fighting this personal war alone.

A series of short Christmas fics, focusing around a certain Australian spending the holiday with his American boyfriend. (I'm sorry that these were posted on Wattpad after the holidays, but I did it because of how the Wattys work, and I wanted to be able to submit this work, so enjoy them all at once now that it's January.)

'Tis Christmas, the season of joy in the household of one Kyle Baines and Alfred Bonnefoy-Kirkland. As the joyous day draws nearer, Alfred learns that sometimes, the greatest Christmas miracles come in rather unexpected ways. Dedicated to @Music-girl_ , who catches my mistakes, typos, and screams at me through Messenger about throwing imaginary battle axes through the screen when I make her sad. For keeping me honest and on my toes, as well as encouraging me to write, I really want to thank you (and by thank I mean send you headcanons in the middle of the night, you're welcome!) Also dedicated to @CatcherOfStars , whose beautiful comments on so many of my fics in October reminded me why I maintain a Wattpad account, and how wonderful it is to have someone who lives half a world away enjoy something you put your heart and soul into.

The year is 1917, and the Great War is slowly drawing to a close, but the end can't come fast enough for the two nations from the Southern Hemisphere, exhausted and ready to go home and to try to resume a normal life. Kyle knows he's close to breaking. Even hearing the name of that cursed place aloud causes him pain, and he knows Avery feels the same. Then comes that stupid smiling American, with his talk of heroes and aide. And Kyle can't help but start to feel differently about Alfred. But developing such feelings in the middle of war can be a dangerous thing.

Alfred and Kyle speak the same language. They shouldn't have these sorts of problems. Yet somehow, issues like this one still pop up from time to time. Really, though, why would that stupid Yank seem to think that a thong was anything besides a shoe?