Himaruya Stories

I know this isn't the most original idea, but it may be the most fun, so VAMOS! My own little Hetalia Spinoff! (The chapters are in no particular order, no chonoglical, logical, or historical order, they are in order of which story I feel like writing at the time. I'll release a new collection of these in better order and which edits in the far future, maybe.)

*reads previous description* Yeah, the title is still really stupid. ANYWAY! Please enjoy my eighth fanfic. Hetalia and character belong to Hidekaz Himaruya whom has Lord Doitsu's seal of approval.

Lilith endures yet another day with the Allies, but it isn't as bad as it could be. Besides, they're her idiots, and she wouldn't have it any other way _________________________________________ Hetalia is not owned by me, it is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya, I just wrote this story. I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave feedback if you wish to do so ♡.

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

Norway doesn't understand why everyone says he likes/ loves Denmark. Because that kiss they shared didn't mean anything.... did it? _________________________________________ DenNor is a ship in the Hetalia fandom, I do not Hetalia at all. Hidekaz Himaruya owns Hetalia. This story is from Norway's point of view. I hope you enjoy and feel free to give feedback if you wish to do so.♡

Hey guys! I am back already, with part two. Start leaving requests! I'll get to them ASAP. Thanks guys, luv ya! xoxo arixxx19

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This was my second fanfic. I'm sorry if the song is pointless or an inconvenience. Here's the song used: http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_dinCHrqrY I don't know the original owner. Hetalia and characters belong to the Great and Wonderful Hidekaz Himaruya.

Follow the Journey of 32 athletes in their journey to win the gold medal in the competition for the countries in the sport of Badminton

flo·ri·le·gi·um /ˌflôrəˈlējēəm/ noun a collection of literary extracts; an anthology. a collection of hetalia drabbles,one-shots , and such

Well this is a series of one shots of Hetalia x male readers :D

Italy and his friend travel into space to find other planets beyond what is known as the Solar System. All is well when... Well, I can't say much more, can't spoil a great story.

This was mostly written for a friend of mine, but it was also a goofy story-thing I wrote as my fifth fanfic. Enjoy~

Arthur Kirkland was invited by his brother, Alfred to watch some horror movies at his home with their other friends, Feliciano, Antonio, Francis and the others. When Arthur was about to go out from his house, the rain had started to fall. He went to look for his umbrella at his house but he still can't find it, up until he went down to his home's basement to find something that brings his memories back from the past. NOTE: This would be only a 3 Chapter Story. [c] owner of the picture. [c] to myself for the edit.