Chibitalia Stories

Inamorato meant lover. Lover; soulmate. It's the same for us all. Find your soulmate. Find your soulmate to survive. To live. To be happy. But once I realised I had found mine, he vanished from my sight. He disappeared. If only I knew that he would never return. If I knew, I would've stopped him. If he was still here, I would have more time. But he never came back for me. ••• A/N: GerIta moments will be more like fluff moments, no? I was trying so very hard not to squeal when I wrote the description xD I hope you don't mind my OTPs appearing/being mentioned in this book. And omfg this is so fucking cheesy. Also, some elements form the anime will appear in order to establish the fluffy stuff more. The picture used in the cover does not belong to me. [Also I know the error; yes, I know. But shhhhh ;)] Other than that, 2015 was a great year. Happy early Merry Christmas!!!

My first Gerita fanfiction, bringing up Holy Roman Empire. Thank you for your time~.

Guess quotes from fandoms from: video games, books, films, TV series, anime, and anything I know! fandom requests are open, just suggest a fandom and I'll put a quote!

Italy was waiting. He said he would come back. That was several years ago now. But he promise. He needs to come back. He needs to. He promised. Picture does not belong to me. Credit goes to the artist.

The Holy Roman Empire went off to war with France, after being terribly beaten and attacked, by the Frenchman he loses all memories of being the Holy Roman Empire... He's found, bruised, bloodied, and broken and barely breathing. Prussia finds him in the middle of a field dying slowly from blood loss. Prussia grabs his little brother and brings him back home. However Holy Roman Empire, the little boy Prussia loved so dearly couldn't remember a thing about himself. Find out more about their pasts and how Germany falls together and apart in front of his Italian lover. How will Italy react when he learns of Germany's past and how they've been connected all this time... all these years they'd been attached to each other by a small red string that has kinked so many times bringing these two European nations closer. Finally they have found each other.... however.... Will Italy be happy to have found The Holy Roman Empire after all these years... or will he hate Germany for being away so long... Read on to find out

Fruit cake was the earliest recipes from ancient Roman times (imagine Grandpa Rome and Chibitalia making fruitcake together!) and can last up to a year before it rots! Italy's version of a fruitcake is called Panforte, which dates back to 13th century. What else happened to Italy in the 13th century? According to Chibitalia's timeline, it is about the 10th century when Holy Roman Empire was still around, and before the 30 years war. Which inspired me to write this fluffy but really sad fic.

Germany's past comes into question after Italy has a series of unsettling nightmares. I dint own Hetalia.

ms Barron of rdr takes a big trip lol

NiChu / ChuNi FanFiction! Even through the feels the people who ship them suffer, there are some moments where everything is or was...happy. So let's go to a bright, cute, time where Yao and Kiku spend quality time together. Best of all, Chibi Kiku throughout all the fic. Yes, all of it. P.S. Made the cover myself ^.^ All the hetalia characters belong to it's owner, I do not own any of the characters.

everyone knows Hetalia from Veneziano's side, but what about Romano? where was he during all of this? this is Romano's diary (that I may or may not have stolen from his bedroom) it is will of photos and stories of him growing up with Spain (warning, Spamano, GerIta, PruHun, and depression, you ha been warned Hetalians)

____ is a young woman who has been dating the personification of a country since she was in high school. But what happens when he decides to marry her and she moves in? Well she meets the young child(ren) he cares for of course. She was not expecting to be a big sister/mother figure at such a young age. Let's see how ____'s situation turns out shall we? Read to find out what happens!

England and magic and stuff ✨poof✨ ~magic~ Now japan as a child. With no memories except meeting china Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine Neither is the art

Well I guess I'm doing another ask book on different hetalia ships! Yay? Go into the book to find out what ships will be there I will have two categories changeable and decided

A short fanfiction the author wrote hope you like it.

WARNING: This songfic might give you serious diabetes attacks! Lots of fluff, romance and utter CUTENESS! Holy Rome shyly asks for Italy to dance with him at Austria's ball... Song : Dancing on a Cloud (deleted song from Cinderella): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=veaYmFOVUHs My very first Hetalia fanfiction, I wrote it back in July 2013. This is a songfic.

Just an HRE x Chibitalia story. Got this idea when one of my friends said something in my science class last week while we were dissecting flowers and taping the parts of them to pieces of paper for an experiment...yeah...

These are my Rp's with some of my friends! Some are crack. No hate! I don't own Hetalia! Though I want to! I don't own the cover and I'm sorry for any misspells!

"Why doesn't he remember me?" My voice was hardly more than a murmur, but the question seemed louder than gunfire. At least with gunfire, the bullet that followed might have hit someone else. "Is it me? Is it something I'm doing wrong?" I paced restlessly by my bed, trying to control my frustration and guilt. My dogs watched me, whimpering and tilting their heads with bewilderment. "I don't get it. He's still the same, but-" I stopped pacing. Something had clicked in my head. It wasn't him at all. It was that I'd tried to tell him who I was. I swerved off my pacing path and made towards my old wardrobe. Shoving aside uniforms and suits, I forced my way into the back of the wardrobe and tugged open an old box, dusty and smelling of age and nostalgia. I reached into the box, praying to God that it was still there. My hand closed around its handle, and I let out a shaky sigh of relief. Telling Italy didn't work. I decided that I had to show him.