Истории Sadhetalia

Italy knows he can be pathetic at times. But what is he supposed to do when Germany cries? Prussia has been taken away by Russia and his forces. A captured member of Russia sits in a cell as Germany tries desperately to figure out where his brother was taken. Italy watches in silence at the wounds Russia had caused to the man he cares deeply don't seem to fade. But it is the tears that Germany cries in his sleep that scar the Italian most. A GerIta one-shot

{A Hetalia AU} ~A light in the darkness~ Francis Bonnefoy is a 14 year old boy living in Paris, France. He seems to have a great life - a good education, perfect parents, a nice house - but that is not the case. His life is plagued with beatings from his father, alcoholism from his mother, and no recognition from his siblings. He feels alone in this world; lost in the darkness. But then - along comes Arthur Kirkland. Arthur is a 13 year old boy who lived in London, England. Due to the recent death of his older brother, his parents moved to Paris to try to start a new life. Arthur feels lost among the French, and is still grieving over his brother. But then, Francis meets Arthur, and the two of them feel something they've never felt before. Could they be each other's lumière dans l'obscurité? {TRIGGER WARNING!!}

(Spamano) He was just like a weed, only meant to be plucked out and thrown away. This is my first story ever written on here and I'm sorry for how sour it is ! I wanted to post it because I spent some time on this and I felt like it would go to waste just lying there abandoned. Pls don't be too judging, I hope to get better in the future!

You and your Russian husband have gone through and lost so much. Neither of you nor your friend think that'd you'd make it through another loss. Will the be a loss, or your chance a happiness you'd never thought you could have? I don't own Hetalia, Russia, any of the characters, or you, but I do own the plot. Thank you for reading!~

Austria was having a regular, calm day when suddenly he finds himself recieving a surprise visit from Prussia, who requests that they play some duets together. How will it go? All will be revealed... Author's Note: Although I just use their human names, the characters still represent their nation

A long time ago, a peasant girl fell in love with Holy Roman Empire; however, he loved Italy. After her death, he writes a series of letters to his friend, apologizing for everything.

A Hetalia one-shot based off of the historical event known as 'The Blitz' {DISCLAIMER} I do not own Hetalia or it's characters, they belong to Hidekazu Himaruya. I only own my writing. Please feel free to comment and let me know of any mistakes!

Haha. Yep. The time has come to read sad, heart wrenching, depressing, or whatever the fuck you want to call it fanfics. Or if you want to, skip to a really random crack chapter. I really don't give a fuck. (Also, updates are very, very slow.)

Letters from the countries that they want to give but never will.

The thing that makes a story happy is not the ending. It's the people that exist and the love that happens in the space between where it begins and where you choose to end it. -Roderich Edelstein

Prussia has three days before the Allies officially dissolve him. Three days to live; three days to say goodbye to his brother; three days to mend their broken relationship. ---------- non-yaoi aphPrussia and aphGermany

Alfred Jones was a loud and happy person. But one night, that all changes. One by one, his so-called friends left him. Except one. Arthur Kirkland. He had felt so bad for him lately he decided to put their differences behind them. But then, tragedy strikes and Alfred is a wreck. Can Alfred get over this awful time and live his life (with Arthur)?

Eight people line this road. Eight nations line this road. One girl walks this road with flowers in her arms. For she is their sanity. Yet, she is nothing. A short one-shot that takes place after World War II

My first collection of Hetalia stories!!! Yay! Requests are currently closed, and I hope you enjoy my collection!

Going to be kind of a sad Prussia short story

Set in a slightly dystopian WW2 - Nazi Germany and Communist Russia are both after Feliks, the Nation Poland.. Always different, Feliks fights for his life in order to be free, loosing loved ones and battling for weaker Nations' rights. Ships: Lithuania/Belarus, England/Belgium, Austria/Hungary

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