Fruk (29 fruk stories)
Jumping from the Noppera mother ship into the fathomless depths of the vast open sea meant two things for England: a cold, excruciating death; or putting his life in the hands of his dearest enemy. He would choose death, of course. Too bad he didn’t have a choice.
It’s France’s birthday and he only wants one thing: for England to celebrate it with him. He might be hoping for a little too much… Or will he get his wish?
France finds out that England is secretly taking cooking lessons and of course won’t pass up the juicy opportunity to rag on his former ward about it. The joke’s on him, however, when he unexpectedly gets served just desserts. Now, he has one helluva mess to clean up, and it’s all going down... in England’s kitchen.
A teaser preview of a 3-page (WIP) doujin strip.
Arthur being bullied by an elevator, which decides to gobble up Francis to add to his torment. (My answer to the cliché premise: What happens when England and France get trapped in an elevator?)
Sometimes, the truth is just too devastating.
Arthur always thought he had nothing to lose when he was forced to marry a man who was in love with someone else. But then, something that he never thought would happen to him happened. He fell in love. Can everything that went wrong in his world still go right?
France and England in a bar, pretending to get drunk. America arrives, not pleased.
All my posted Hetalia fanart.
He was a perpetual loner, he didn't look forward to such things like Christmas, oh no. Not at all.
They say the only thing that can truly end a nation’s immortal life is when they forget and are forgotten. Unrequited love set in W-Academy Hetalia.
A short story about how *not* to prove if angels are real or otherwise.
The Nation of Love is once again faced with his toughest rival for England’s attention, and he is determined to win back what is rightfully his, at all costs!
"Hindi ko naman mababago ang nararamdaman ko, kahit ayaw ko sa isang napakamacho ng kilay na daig pa ang babae kung magpakipot. Ikaw ang karma ko, matagal ko nang natanggap iyon…" "Patas lang tayo dahil ayaw ko rin naman sa isang malanding palakang may balbas na tulad mo."
“Itiss not like I can change ‘ow I feel! You are my—what you say—karma; one I’ve long-accepted.” “Well, I’m not particularly fond of philandering bearded frogs like you either, so that makes us even.” "Waitz a minute… Did you just admit zhat you love me too?" "…I dunno. What do you think?"
It was only out of harmless curiosity. He didn’t mean to lean in too close or stare for too long. He had bent over the sleeping nation for an entirely different purpose. Whatever it had been, now forgotten….
The young nations of England and France have always longed to be friends. But as nations at war, this wish comes at a staggering cost. Can their friendship endure amidst the conflict plaguing their countries or will it turn into something else entirely?
Kisses are like little treasures; the best ones are always stolen.
That other half that perfects you isn’t the one who lives up to your dreams, but the one who can stand up to your worst nightmares. (Literally.)
Let's see, there's France being France and England being England, FrUKness, fairies and a scarf. I consider this a FWP (plotless fluff), so there's not much to summarize. The title is pretty much the summary. I'll just warn you again that this is nonsense.
The immortal part of him was so tired. The mortal part of him wanted nothing more than to simply collapse and die. War makes monsters of men, as the severest of times uncover the truest. Snippets of England & France in WWII, but I didn’t attempt to be 100% accurate.
There is an unbreakable bond between souls that transcends words and clichés. It is a bond that exists between those connected by love. Do you believe in the magic of dreams?
France poses a question that has been hanging between them; but the answers matter no more than the rhetoricalness of the question.