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.

Sometimes, the truth is just too devastating.

France and England in a bar, pretending to get drunk. America arrives, not pleased.

The nations try to survive a meeting for deciding who to cast as who for an upcoming charity play.

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….

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.

Oneshots with two ocs.

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Canada was crying with his polar bear, Kumajirou. He was crying and sobbing his face was filled with tears. America came in running happily and being cheerful like he usually is. 

During a world conference, Italy makes the mistake of referring to Germany as the Holy Roman E

Germany decides to treat everyone to donuts, Canada is the naturally the only one left out. Being his friend, America decides to bring Canada back some, but does anything other than the box even make it to him?

~Give me three reasons why I should stay. Three reasons I shouldn't have just let myself fall off this cliff earlier. ~Fine, if that's how you want it... So if I can I give you three reasons to live, you'll promise to give up on this?~They've got to be good.~Deal.~ HungaryxPrussia.(Yes more in that order than PrussiaxHungary.) NOT first person POV, just third person POV, jsyk.

Akuryu Jaakuna has always loved Europe. There are Italians who don't know what a speeding limit is, Frenchmen who flirt with every passing woman, German cafés with terrifying waiters that stand over your shoulder with a timer to make sure you finish quickly... for her, it had everything she could ever ask for.  Including one hot En

THIS IS NOT MINE! MY BEST FRIEND WROTE IT AND I HAVE PERMISSION TO POST IT. I OWN NOTHING!

This is a oneshot story about a girl named Elizabeths married life to the nation of Russia.

  I don't own Hetalia, but this letter is Hayze-chan-X on fanfiction.net and so is the girl writing it.    http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1825242/X-Hayze-chan-X   http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5565634/1/Dear-Mr-President   Anyways, here we go!   Dear Mr. President,          You don't know who I am. That's fine by me. I mean, I don't even hold any significan