Aphromania Stories

Tw: emotional

His name is Artiom Popescu, the last wizard alive. Every single nation has one wizard to protect their country but what if one wizard got greedy and killed the rest of the wizards, only to enslave their country. 11 years ago, before the country of Moldova decided on which mother shall be blessed with a magical baby boy, the rest of the Wizards were extinct so they kept the soon to be wizard hidden away from the rest of the world. Once he was born, his mother and father gave him a special enchanted mirror where anyone but his allies will be blinded by light and burned. At age 5, while he was playing with his mother, everyone around him fainted and never woke up but after being traumatized, a strange Romanian man with crimson eyes took him in as a brother. [Hetalia Belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya] [Rated PG with Mild Violence and Offensive Language]

//Luca,Erland,Hubert and Arnold are all missing something they shouldn't. They will the beating from thete parental figures.Those were the only memories they had from them,and the only ones they could hold onto to.They miss the feeling of being in pain,and how the scars and bruises would stay on there small bodys. Vladimir and Tino are now there new parents,and they have been noticing that they have been acting quite strange.They didn't what is was,until they knew...

(Go ahead and ask some questions, she doesn't bite.) "We will see about that~"

I know, another generic Pottertalia story, but I am doing something different with this. There will be more information in the beginning of the story so please read that. Part One of my Random Generator Challenge

In 1983, a Soviet submarine falsely believed that Word War Three had begun, and fired a nuclear weapon towards the United States of America. Immediately sensing the weapon, the USA sent a barrage towards the USSR and its allies. The Soviet Union, sensing the American weapons, did the same. Within hours, 75% of the Earth's population had died, huge swathes of people following in the next few months. All of the Northern Hemisphere- minus a few remote areas and South America- was surely dead, their representatives included. Revolutions rose among surviving countries, areas such as Africa falling into chaos and bloodshed without a second thought. Oceania and South America were the only areas that survived with limited damage done. The people, however, were hysterical, roughly 180 countries having fallen in the blink of an eye. Fueled by paranoia, thousands of people who were- despite what they believed- barely in any form of danger fled to Antarctica, forming a new country: the Antarctic Union. When the first arrived, countless people died, not at all prepared for the harsh climate they faced. Humans are resilient, though, and a small pocket managed to survive the harsh cold. For two hundred years, nearly all of their essential supplies were from overseas, taken out by loans they hoped to be able to repay in the future. Finally, though, the Earth's temperature rose enough so that the Antarctic country could sustain plant growth and, well, life. Satisfied with the fact that her people can live, Maria Petronova- representative of the Antarctic Union- turns her eyes far north, to the barren nuclear wastelands of the old world. And she's not completely convinced that they all died. Warnings: This is not meant to be completely realistic Swearing A lot of your favourite characters are probably already dead Based on Hetalia, but not all characters match its canon depiction of them

It had been three years since the Kingdom of Norway dissolved. The world is still feeling the after effects. All the Personifications are going through their on process. But when the Magic trio takes practicing to the next level, everyone has to ask, Did they go too far? Is this a blessing, or a curse? Sequel to With Memories, We Forget Cover Art by NightBlue27 Hetalia isn't mine, sadly, but this crazy plot line is Norwegian Translation AziArcherie Warning, translations are from google translate, if wrong, I apologise and please correct

Title says it all, I've been seeing more and more Romania x Iceland fic's so I thought I would write one. Help support FrostBite (such a good name)

Mathias retelling his ten short years on earth. The title has nothing to do with the story, trust me That's all I can offer for a description, but basically this is based off a role play I did but more specifically this before that takes place. And this is just what I think I'm not sure how my buddy thinks of it, it's not something we discussed other then make jokes but something I need to get out of my system. I am.. not sorry? @PastelLunos is HR (aka my editor) although he never knows when I'm writing or when I post because I just update without proofreading and get a message later that says "hey great fic but wtf is your grammar?"

This is the remake of my fanfiction "This side of Paradise". Ship: HongIce (Hetalia) Rating: angst cw: suicide, self-harm, depression

Arthur Kirkland had always been obsessed with magic and fairytales; they were his little escape from his broken family. But, even with his passion, he never knew he'd learn it until he clicked on a particular YouTube channel. As his skills with magic continued to grow, he decided to make his own channel. In an enchanting turn of events, Arthur finds himself living the life he'd always dreamed of, and he's living it alongside his biggest idols. However, when everything comes crashing down and secrets about his idols-turned-friends are revealed, will everything come to a bitter end, or will they have the fairytale ending they've all been wishing for? [Possible NorEng]

The story begins at the modern days of the country Austria, the capital country of music, the place has a lot of interesting things. The country is well-known about it's music. The capital is Vienna where most operas are held. Like every single day, the country didn't had any problems. Everything was peaceful and all the people of the country is doing their normal roles. Until something happened to the peaceful country where goblins and shadows attack the citizens. A certain Austrian was chosen to save the country, he's a simple guy who always spends his time playing the piano until his destiny changed when he rescues a lady that almost fell off the cliff after he got lost inside a deep forest and was destined to be the warrior who will save the whole country. Could the Austrian save the country? Or will he fail to do it?

Warning: this is a different version of one of the most known Hetalia AUs the Cardverse and it is made for purely fan. It has actually nothing to do with the original and it has no purpose to replace it either. Hope you enjoy

The start of it all get a bit of back story of the killer and what seems to be wrong with him.

From the crazy life's of Romania and Bulgaria. There comes a time when you've read every RoBul fan fiction on the internet. What to do next? Write your own. I do take inspiration from other authors. I do not own the cover photo, APH, or any media used in this story. If you don't like boy x boy then this is not the story for you. Thanks!

I will be torturing my friends with oneshots!~ give me ideas in the comments!

Érzsebét had believed it would be an opportunity beyond their wildest hopes, a chance to better their lives and escape poverty. And a chance for them to be themselves, and a family. That was why she'd convinced her sickly husband and tiny child to travel halfway across the world to start their new life, despite all the risks. Even sharing a cabin with one of the most detestable people she'd met couldn't dampen her optimism, until that fateful night.

Something you guys haven't thought about REQUESTS ARE AS OPEN AS FELICIANO'S HEART~ You can make any Hetalia character(even Neko!, 2p!, or Nyo!) react to any freaking thing!

Alfred seems to have fallen into a strange land with even stranger people. Eventually he learns a few things about this land, for instance that it seems his dead(or so he thought) best friend is there... Dark and 2p hetalia kinda ooc {DISCLAIMER} The art isn't mine nor is hetalia, duh