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Hetalia: In Secret And Shadow (MiB AU)

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"You'll conform to the identity we give you, eat where we tell you, live where we tell you. From now on, you'll have no identifying marks of any kind. You will not stand out in any way. Your entire image is crafted to leave no lasting memory with anyone you encounter. You are a rumor, recognizable only as deja vu and dismissed just as quickly. You don't exist; you were never even born. Anonymity is your name. Silence, your native tongue. You are no longer part of 'the system.' You are above the system. Over it. Beyond it. We're 'them.' We're 'they.'

"We are the Men in Black." - Agent Zed


Since the 2010 Pictonian Invasion of Earth, the MiB has been working around the clock trying to clear the memory of it from all humans. While returning from a containment effort, Agent A, a familiar wheat blond teen with his tell-tale cowlick, runs into a friend from work. Alfred Jones is left scrambling about in a desperate attempt to keep his work in the agency a secret, fully aware of the panic it could cause. However, Ivan Braginsky is determined to uncover the truth and figure out what it is that Alfred is hiding, no matter the cost.

Looks like the MiB has their work cut out for them.All Rights Reserved

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Static by hattielynn

{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

The Analyst's Nightmare (Mission Impossible 4) by FroggieShroom4

"This message will self destruct in 5 seconds." He turned to look at me, a quizzical expression covering his features. "No, no, no, no! Don't give me that look I know what that means!" I said, defensively. What is it that one does hours before when the Kremlin's intact but once you leave having failed your original objective, it implodes causing the entire world to heap its destruction onto your shoulders, in turn making Russian agents track you down over a series of nations, borders and buildings which simultaneously reveals your actual heritage and the whereabouts of your Mother of whom, you'd been lead to believe died a long time ago? Nope didn't think you had an answer to that. And frankly, neither do I. I manage to get myself so caught up in much of this tangible work that I don't even have a plan of action. I just go with the flow I guess. It's either that or I'm incredibly talented and charismatic. I personally, think it's the latter but I'll leave that decision up to you. The IMF will stop at nothing to get the answers even if the rest of the organisation has been disavowed, having had Ghost Protocol initiated. But that begs the question, can a certain analyst aid them in their efforts? Or is he too, hiding something which goes deeper than anyone initially thought? Join Miles and the rest (or remaining) members of the IMF as they travel the world to stop a nuclear explosion from damaging humanity... Started: January 21st 2024 Finished: April 18th 2024 *I don't claim to own Mission impossible or any of the characters. I only own my OC's.* *I also don't own any of the pictures (including the cover image) in this story, I found them all on Pinterest.*

One and the Same (Hetalia [PruCan]) by LUNAticX

Gilbert has always been able to see the blond. He's always realized that no one else can. And he knows it's because he's fading, too. Matthew tries to pretend that he hasn't noticed. But the signs are all there. Something is wrong with the Prussian and he's determined to find out what. However his determination to discover the truth just might end up testing their relationship...and pushing one of them over the edge. Picture credit goes to: https://31.media.tumblr.com/325048a7d2b9c6ce19a02404100e75fd/tumblr_n7u8f0bAmT1tukanmo1_500.jpg

The Road Not Taken by SilvaBird

"You motherfucker...! You're gonna pay for this!" A young man in his twenties screamed and wailed like a banshee. "Yeah...I guess," the young teenager pointing a gun at him said with a little regret. "My name is Hughes Windows. My father is the governor!" The young man screamed. "Yeah...yeah....I already know that. I'm prepared for the military. Why'd you think I want to kill you?" With that the teenager shot the man. Flynn Rider was an S rank assassin. Three hundred targets, fifty ongoing, two hundred and fifty dead. Best killer on Earth. He doesn't just kill, but also wipes the person away from the surface of the world without a trace. With the acquired knowledge of the modern world, and the wittiness of a war machine, Flynn embarks on a most undescribable journey. The journey was filled with both happiness, and sadness. These memories will be forever imprinted in Flynn's memories. Even though he knows what danger lurks in the shadows, he believes he doesn't have to take any risks, for he had taken the biggest risk.

Quiescent Storms by zil_e_qamar

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Union's Brood by ImAProfessional0

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Bow Down And Beg For Mercy by Nightshade1199

In a world like mine, family are supposed to be the only people you can trust, the only ones who would always have your back. My family is included in that. My father trained us to be killers since we could pick up a knife. I am the youngest of six children in my family and let me say it is not cute or easy. I have been accused, lied to, blackmailed and more. We use each other for our own benefits, like soldiers but still, we're family. This is the story of how I got rid of my disposable soldiers. Who will be trusted and who will be destroyed. While my enemies are playing checkers, I'm playing chess, with a perfect checkmate already in sight. Maybe I can play a few other games along the way. "What? Not so confident anymore are you?" I press my body against him when his back hit the wall. "S-step back," he mumbles attempting to command me. "And if I don't?" I twirl his hair between my fingers. He pushes me back. "D-don't do that," he breathes heavily. "Don't do what, pet?" I tilt my head. "Don't try to control me," his eyes don't meet my gaze. "My sweet Bunny, I'm not trying to control you..." I stalk towards him like a predator stalking it's prey, a wolf catching its meal. When I got close enough, I put my lips to his ear, wrapping my left hand around his neck. "I do control you." I push him to his knees. "That is where you belong, on your fucking knees." All pictures are from Pinterest!! I hope you have enjoy! Pls comment I love reading them!!

At last | Editing by TaurieKeianna

New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

Aftermath Plans || Amerus / Rusame by nobodiesafterdeath

"So what now, our alliance is over?" Russia licked his lips, his eyes were staring at just one point of the wooden desk. He could feel the other man's looks directed to his back, even though he didnt have any irises. Russia knew from experience at this point, how it felt to be watched. "You didn't help with any shit anyway." Russia said in a cold tone, his fingers reaching to grab the cold metallic pen laying close to tidied up documents. He heard America's breathy, hateful chuckle. "Then why-" "But no, it's not." Now he knew he got the other man's attention. He turned his head towards the black eyed man, who had stopped talking to listen to him now. "In fact." He continued. "-it just solidifies now." America hummed, sitting on the table. "Care to explain?" Russia stared at his starless nights with no emotion but plain hatred. "I want my father dead." He saw how wicked America's eyes shined with the declaration, but didn't comment on it. "And it will be quite hard without your help." /// 20.02.20 Slowburn Amerus/Rusame and even slowburner writer but i think i will finish this lmao THE STORY IS NOT EXACTLY HISTORICALLY ACCURATE. I tend to follow the key parts selected from Cold War but there are (mostly) things that made up or amplified to fit better in the story, so keep in mind! dedicated to @YoungerJustice who also drew the cover [ PLEASE READ ] I have Rusame in the title because thats the second ship name. If Russia not being the top is something that puts you off then i am sorry but this is not the book for you. This book will include heavy themes, i did not put +18 for nothing. If you hate it, don't waste your time leaving a hate comment. Just don't read it. I normally wouldn't even put this warning but better be safe than sorry! #1 amerus 23.10.21 #1 americaxrussia 23.10.21 #1 cold war 24.02.23 #1 countryhumansau 13.10.24 Thank you so much.

Dear Universe, ✔ by deadbeatvalentines

"Don't leave, Annie. We can figure this out." I'm begging and just when I think she's going to give in, she turns and starts to walk away. I can feel my heart breaking as she takes step after step. "So that's it, you're just going to leave? You can do better than that, Annie. Go ahead, yell and scream. Tell me that you're too fucked up for this, tell me that I'm too fucked up for this. Say that we'd never work and that you don't love me. I dare you to say something, Annie. Say something real and stop hiding your feelings." She stops walking and I feel bad for saying what I did, but I had to dig deep, I had to get through to her, to let her know that I'm not letting her just walk away from me, not like this. She doesn't turn back though. After a few seconds, she continues walking across the field towards the parking lot. At this point, I have nothing left to lose. "Dear Star" I shout just loud enough for her to hear half way across the field. She stops dead in her tracks, the bag falling from her shoulder. --------------------------------- Annie is consumed with guilt, she's punishing herself for something that wasn't her fault. Her little brother, River, is dead and her family is falling apart. She is falling apart. Her only outlet is her blog, where she pours all of her thoughts anonymously to the universe. Ian is consumed with guilt, he's blaming himself for something that had to be done. Annie and Ian are unlikely friends, but they have more in common than they think.

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Static

{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16