Hetalia (35 hetalia fanfics)
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France poses a question that has been hanging between them; but the answers matter no more than the rhetoricalness of the question.
Kisses are like little treasures; the best ones are always stolen.
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?)
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?
All my posted Hetalia fanart.
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 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?
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.
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?
The nations try to survive a meeting for deciding who to cast as who for an upcoming charity play.
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.
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.
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!