'Today I'll be seeing Italy! I wonder if i should make him some spaghetti.' I thought to myself as i went ahead and dressed myself in clothes for our picnic. Then I looked in the mirror. I still have my hair slicked back. Ugh. "Maybe.." I said to myself as I ruffled my hair. Great! I don't look so serious now! Italy should like the way I did my hair today. And especially since the fact I put some cold pasta salad in here! He's such an innocent kid. He's so sweet, cute, and pretty.. WAIT. PRETTY?!?! HE'S A GUY FOR GOD'S SAKE!! Then I shook my head in frustration and clasped my hands around my...

Japan licked Hawaii on the ear making her giggle and shove him away “Japan! Stop!” she said instantly Japan smiled and ran his fingers through her hair again “bad dog now I must teach you to know what to carr me now” Japan said grabbing onto Hawaii’s breast making her squeal. Japan began to tighten his grasp “please stop Kiku! I’m begging you! That hurts!!!” Japan then began to kiss Hawaii on the throat which made her moan he then rolled her over onto her stomach “werr I guess I have to teach you the hard way” Japan said as he grabbed Hawaii’s legs and lifted them up then...

This is my first Hetalia fanfic~ Hope you enjoy!!! :D WARNING! WARNING! YAOI! FrCanUkUs!!! (FrancexCanadaxEnglandxAmerica!)
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England was starting to regret going to the bar, not because that he knew he would get dead on drunk- no he didn't really care about that. But what he did care about that he came alone on one of the worst days of his life! 4th of July, and he was also a bit flustered that July 1st had past... he knew he should've said something to Canada, but he didn't have it in him.

And same thing with today....

'No... Not him; please, anyone but him...'

Toris awoke from his dream by an insistent chiming. It had been like this a lot lately; nightmares plagued him nearly every night. They were always one of three:

Mr. Ivan coming towards him with his dreaded whip, smile cruel, voice soft and child-like and oh so cold. "You know I do this because I love you, my little favorite..."

Miss Natalia, pressing a knife to his throat, pale porcline face as expressionless and dull as that of a doll…

And then the worst- and most frequent- from which he had just awoken.

Toris groped his bedside table for the bothersome...