Ivanbraginsky Stories

Lovino Vargas just escaped from the Mafia he worked in. Once he's out, he became involved in the police with his new friends. Five years later, the mafia appeared again in his life but without the mafia knowing him. What would happen to him? This story involves violence, a little swearing, and is a hetalia fanfiction. I don't own hetalia, it belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.. If I did I shouldn't be making this

I regret writing this fanfiction, and so, any praise or criticism will most likely go ignored. Apologies. I don't know what I was thinking, but, I won't delete it. =The actual bio for the story= Ivan attends Hetalia Academy. He doesn't have many friends, since he is considered the scary outcast. One day, a new girl, named (Y/N), started to attend school after one summer. At first, (Y/N) and Ivan are just friends. Then (Y/N)'s life comes crashing down. She loses sight for whats right. She's on the brink of destruction. Only Ivan can fix her. I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS, HETALIA, OR THE COVER. And I don't own Reader~chan. I do own the plot, though!

Through the years of being raised alone, you were always made fun of. Each time you tried something new, it would never change how others acted around you. Why did it keep happening? Was it a curse? From then on you always thought of it as a bad curse set upon you. But luckily, you had managed to make friends who were, well, weird like you. You didn't care if they were weird, it was just nice to have friends. Then one day, it just had to change everything.

Ivan has flown from Moscow to see you. He is a very close friend- some people even say you act like an old married couple. This is his first time visiting your home and you want to show him something you found whilst training. Whenever I thought of this story I came up with, it brought a smile to my face- I hope you do the same! ^J^

Arthur's a weird guy. He always acts like a gentleman when in reality, he's definitely far from being one. Why is that? Ivan doesn't understand but he's interested to learn more. Guess who's his next target then.

"Permanecen en el fuego Que arde con deseo Enamorados y emocionados Ellos bailaban con devoción" Eso es lo que sentían, una profunda atracción, un deseo, un arranque. Magnetizados como un potente imán, jamás podrían separarse uno del otro. Pues ellos siempre volvían al mismo lugar. ----------------------- Portada hecha por @LunaMagne Esta historia, en parte, es algo así como un regalo para ella ~

I mean its pretty obvious. Also all stories were written by a friend of mine

The two always fight. It doesn't matter what, the pair will find any excuse to go at each other. Because of this, the other nations often find themselves becoming annoyed with them, one day coming up with a solution. They have all agreed to act as if they don't know what has happened, and have told their bosses what to expect. A spell is casted, and the two nations one day wake up as each other.

Nach einem heftigen Streit schafft es der Preuße aus dem Winterpalast zu entfliehen, jedoch schafft er es nicht seinem Erzfeind zu entkommen Russia/Prussia/APHetalia

Ruscan fluff, I wrote a while back and I'm editing now to make it more smooth. It's just lonely old Ivan who finds comfort with a cute lil bean named Matthew who just wants to show a lil kindness to the 'scary snowman'

A series of fanfictions of our dear Russia and China.

As a kid, 9 years old, Alfred's mother told him stories about angels in heaven, with their bright yellow halos and their pure snow white wings. He's never seen an angel so how could they be real? He was reluctant to believe that such beautiful beings exist. By Middle school, Alfred had forgotten. He was getting older and his mind was elsewhere. Angels were long gone from his imagination and mind. But, when the house next to his own is bought and his next door neighbors seem to have a very attractive son, he started to remember what his mother used to tell him; "Angels are everywhere. One day when you're older, you might even fall in love with one."

Unas palabras de lo que yo, Gilbert Beilschmidt, ex representante de Prusia y actual representación de Alemania del Este, te dedico desde el fondo de mi asombroso corazón. De lo que tú en realidad significas para mí.

TRIGGER WARNING!! This fic will be a more depressing one, kinda as a way for me to vent. I'll add more specific trigger warnings to each chapter. This is highschool au! cover art: rusame on tumblr

Alfred F. Jones was, in most aspects, a perfectly normal teenager who spent most of his life living in a tiny suburban town. He was on the football team, got (barely) decent grades most of the time (although frankly, he was capable of As, but liked the look of teacher disappointment too much), drifted off during the lessons, listened to music on full volume, hit on cheerleaders and popular girls. And then, everything changed. Alfred F. Jones met Ivan. Author's note: I don't own the characters of Alfred F. Jones, Ivan Braginski, Arthur Kirkland, or Francis Bonnefoy. They are characters from Hetalia. Yup.