Many things fall. Such as heros. All heros eventually fall. Some because of a villian. But America? No, this hero was falling to something else. Something worst. Something more painful. He was falling to those he thought we're his friends and family. ----------------------------------------------------------------- You would think that he was one of the happiest people you would ever know. But that's a lie. America- no- Alfred was hurting. He was taking one to many hits. The pain was getting out of control. Everything was spiraling downwards. And America was desending further into depression. Warning: Self harm, depression, anxiety, eating disorders. Adopted from @The-Schuyler-Sisters

First things first, just prepare yourself for 10000 chapters of this crap Also I am so sorry for how I portray France in this but I didn't know who else to use xD Also also, I feel like this is VERY ooc but that's on purpose also also also, sorry some of the chapters are kinda short :/ Warnings and stuff: Self-harm, depression, mention of suicide (If thoughts of homicide is considered a warning here ya go) Also this isn't that good sorry... ;-;

Until the End Do We Part Book One [I don't own Hetalia. I do not own "Anthem of the Angels"; it belongs to Breaking Benjamin, Let Her Go by Passenger, Hey Soul Sister by Train, or any of the pictures. The information used on demons/how to kill them/magic is a mix of my own ideas, research, and stuff from other books/shows.] - Alfred is dead. He was found dead on September twentieth, and was buried in the cemetery on October fifth. His cause of death was officially recorded as suicide. Arthur still remembers him clearly, haunted by the guilt and regret of not being able to save the only one he still cared about. But what if Alfred hadn't killed himself for the reasons they had once thought? The only question Arthur has is … … why? COMPLETED [PG-13- Language, Violence, Sensitive/dark themes] [BrotherlyUsUk/UsUk] [Major Character Death] [Supernatural/Fanfiction/Romance & Friendship]

REWRITING THIS AS DEAR FRANCIS. I UPDATE ABOUT ONCE A WEEK-ONCE EVERY TWO WEEKS. A long time ago, back in what you know as the Renaissance Age, that is where my heart lies. It never left and never again did I fall in love. I would've and almost did, but something held me back. That something is a memory. A memory of the boy I loved. Sadly, I remember no more of his name than his first. ... Arthur. Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, any pictures, or any anime if I mention them. Also, I am incapable of saying how much is true and how much is fake, reincarnation wise, at least. That's up to you.

England and France have been two superpowers that have constantly been at each other's necks. But there is more to their feelings for each other than either will ever admit. Not even to themselves. Not even when they cry out the other's name when there is no one else... Mostly following England's PoV, as he wonders what he truly means to his enemy. (I change PoV later) #FrUk #Hetalia

Alfred and Arthur had been dating for a little while, but now they had been just drifting apart. They didn't feel the same way they did when they first started dating, the spark was gone. or so they thought. They bickered and fought over everything nowadays. One day passed, weeks, months, and the big one happened.. The big fight that ended it all. Arthur left and the Hollywood Dream Team -dubbed by Francis- had broken up. It absolutely broke the both of them. Arthur learned how to cope; Alfred just wasn't the same. Present day, Arthur is haunted with awful flashbacks of the past, sometimes good as well, he's haunted with memories he'd rather forget. The same goes for Alfred, he just wants to do his job in peace but in all reality he just wants Arthur back, his forever and always. With a little help from Arthur's little brother and Francis and other friends Alfred does anything he can to get his forever and always back. I do not own Hetalia or its affiliates. I do not own Arthur Kirkland or Alfred Jones.

Your married with Romano and enjoying a beautiful life in Italy with him, except when the arrival of children come your life isn't such a blissful time. Thankfully everyone is completely head over heels for them, which can only mean trouble... And free babysitters. However raising well behaved and impressionable children in an environment with people who have undesirable quirks that you don't want rubbing off on your child, you find this to become a rather difficult issue to deal with. But sometimes life doesn't go as planed and you experience this first hand as you are incapable of fixing an issue, that you just needed to to let happen and believe in others more. This is the sequel of Hetalia X reader: The Accidental Global Threat, I recommend reading the first just so you can understand any references I make to the first story. I don't own Hetalia, but this story plot I do... It came from my brain, during math class XD I hope you consider to read this and enjoy it!

(Y/n) was a small, weak, little country located right next to England. Her and England were best friends and England promised (Y/n) that nothing bad was ever going to happen to her so (Y/n) never had to be strong because England was always there to protect her. When Turkey invaded (Y/n) England made sure to get his army ready and took Turkey down without any trouble. (Y/n) did feel very guilty though when England would get invaded by France and Spain and (Y/n) could do nothing but watch from afar. She wanted to help her best friend like he had helped her but England wouldn't allow (Y/n) to get a single scratch on her plus she didn't really have anything to offer since most of her army was from England anyway, and her guns and artillery were old and outdated. Yet she still tried to help as much as she could. Her farmland was the best of the best and she had lots of jewels in the ground that she mined and gave to England. It was always hard, hard work but it was the least she could do. That was until World War Two came around...

[EDITED] Every single day was total agony for me. My father will hit me everyday even without a reason. I was just his worthless punching bag, only to be useful for buying beer. My mom, she died from a sickness a year ago. Without her to protect me from father's rage. So I have no one to rely on nor to comfort and protect me. That's why I ran away into the slightly cold autumn day into the bustling street of London. That's where I met my sun... Disclaimer: I DONT OWN HETALIA!!! Plot is mine

*some chapters are very long ;-;* Russia and America adore each other, but could never say a word. One is haunted by the thought of his people and family hating him. And the other doesn't even understand his own feelings. Although when an unfortunate event causes them to come together, how will their worlds treat them? (Warnings: Homophobia, attempted suicide, angst, swearing, sexual themes, abuse) Yeah this is one big fuked up story I can't believe I'm writing... xD Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, I just own the plot. Also I'm so sorry for how I portray certain countries in this lol