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Erased: A Depressing DenNor OneshotIt wasn't the best job in the world, but Lukas had to admit that the pay was nice.

He was a hired assassin.

Lukas made the perfect killer. When he killed, he slayed in cold blood, never looking back, never leaving a trace, and never missing his mark. He rarely showed or felt emotion, and his facial expression was ninety-nine percent of the time etched into a mask of casual nonchalance. Lukas's eyes were unfathomable crystals of amethyst purple ice; eyes that never gave away what he was thinking.

Until he met Matthias.

Matthias was Lukas's opposite—Matthias's electric blue eyes burned with a dancing blaze, and his face was always vivi

Tomorrow: SpamanoNOTE: For all you fluff fans out there, there is an alternative fluff ending part 2 (link is in the description). However, this works as a oneshot as well, in my opinion...

Today is going to be the day. I will definitely tell him today, for sure. No more excuses. No more putting it off.

This was Lovino Vargas's resolution as he grabbed his backpack, and walked out of his house to school.

Lovino was in love with that bastardo, that Antonio. He loved his beautiful, tan face, his twinkling green eyes, and his luscious chocolate hair. Hell, he loved everything about Antonio.

He could never fathom if Antonio liked him back or not. Sometimes, h

SuFin: Ski Trip"I sure hope the weather is fine!" Tino said enthusiastically from the passenger seat.

"It will be," Berwald said monotonously. Tino just continued to smile. Berwald looked over at his wife, and then resumed to focus on driving. They drove up the mountain until snow covered the side of the road.

"Doesn't the snow remind you of Christmas?" Tino remarked. Berwald grunted. They passed a little village and continued a bit north after that. "There it is!"

Berwald parked the car in front of Tino's vacation cabin. It was a cozy little thing. They popped the trunk open and Berwald grabbed both of their suitcases.

"Here let me help!" Tino said, bu

Lies: Spamano OneshotLovino Vargas watched Antonio's sulky figure trudging steadily away from his house. He slammed the front door. Hard. Dammit. Why couldn't he ever be honest? Why did it always end with him insulting Antonio? Antonio had gotten really hurt this time, too.

He threw himself onto the couch, and then got up off of it, remembering the countless of times that he and Antonio had sat on it together. In fact, everything in the house reminded him of Antonio.

Lovino picked up the phone (inwardly cringing, remembering the many times that he had called Antonio on it, usually to yell at him),

SuFin: Breaking the SilenceThe only thing he could hear was the muffled crunch of their boots on the snow.

Berwald insisted they go for a walk everyday in winter, if the weather allowed it. Exercise was important. He knew if it was up to Tino, they would spend all day by the fire, wrapped in faux fur or fleece blankets as the wind made the glass jitter in the window frames. He thought Tino at his most beautiful then; warm and content, eyes drowsy and limbs wrapped around the Swede.

The woods were still, the trees tall and silent under their sprinkling of frost and snowflakes. Still all Berwald could hear were their footsteps. Something felt wrong...

" 's cold." He a

SuFin: Truth or Dare"Alright," Denmark slammed his almost-empty pint glass of beer onto the counter of the bar, turning to his un-amused friends in the chaos of the pub, "Who's up for some clubbing? There's this great place I know near the-"

"Please," Norway interrupted, rolling his eyes with folded arms, his brother Iceland watching admirably, "I think we've suffered enough nonsense for one night. This is the last time we let you choose where we go on a night out."

"Fine, so what do you propose we do now?"

"Go home. If I sit here for any longer I'm going to get a headache. And I thought you were loud."

"Um," Finland chirped from his tall stool in the hopes

RussiaxReader - Funny FarmWARNING. The following may be frightening, painful or emotinally traumatic for some audiences. Reader discretion is advised.
---

Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees and begged you not to
leave because I'd go berserk?? Well...

Thick, hot tears ran down the Russian man's face as stared down at his now, Ex Girlfriend who stared back, a slight smile dancing on her lips her eyes full of sadistic glee as she ended their beautiful 5 year long relationship. All he could do was ask you why, over and over again. All she did was stare, sickingly getting satisfaction from his pain.
"Please...." He resorted to begging now. Such a large m

All the Umbrellas in LondonIt rained frequently in London. This was a fact. He quite enjoyed the rain; it gave him time to think and reflect, muse over frivolous things or ponder deep life questions. But he wasn't entirely excited that he had to wait in the cold, grey, rainy day at the airport to pick up a certain American. He'd awoken to five missed calls from Alfred and an equal number of voicemails.

"Hey, Artie! So…uhm…I'm flying into London. I…uhm…have a work thing. In London. On a Sunday. Yeah! So…can you come get me from the airport when I land? Beep. Hey, Artie, my flight's been delayed, but I'm still gonna be there around 8 AM your tim

Lonely: IcelandxReaderLonely.

It's a word that Emil has known for all his life.

He lives it everyday.

Sure, he was part of the five fabulous Nordics. But he was the isolated islander, the extra. The one that was always left out. The other Nordics had each other—Berwald and Tino were always a pair, and even his brother, Lukas, routinely abandoned him for Matthias.

All he got was the talking puffin.

Therefore, it was in complete understanding that he wasn't looking forward to meeting ______________, a new Nordic micro-nation. After all, it was inevitable that she'd discard him like his fellow Nordics did.

"C'mon, Emil!!" came a voice from outside his fron

Blizzard - An APH SuFin ficDiscalimer: I seriously do not own Hetalia.

It was snowing, and Tino was worried.

While it had not yet reached blizzard level, it was such that one might be concerned for someone out in it.

Which Berwald was.

Absently stroking Hana-Tamago with one hand, the fingers of Tino's other drummed rhythmically on the well-made wooden table before him. With communications down due to the weather, Tino had no way of reaching Berwald without leaving the house, which at this point would be, if not suicide, then abject stupidity. Berwald should have been home hours ago. He had just gone to visit Mathias for a quick meeting in Copenhagen, and as little

A Spamano Valentine's DayValentine's Day. Possibly the worst day of the year. You saw all those happy couples spending time together, being in love, being happy. What about those people without anyone? Don't they get any sympathy? Don't they get any love?

That's what Lovino thought. He was rather hoping that a certain Spainiard would spend Valentine's Day with him, but that idiot said he was busy. Busy with what??? Not being with him that was for sure! Feliciano would tell him he was jealous, and has before in fact. He wasn't though! Why would he be jealous? Why should Lovino care if Antonio is too busy to spend one day with him? It is Valentine's Day though... It's

LittleReaderxNordics- Nail Polish~9 Years Old~

Mathias laughed, looking at the Swede's sparkly blue nails. He was laughing so hard he could actually cry. He couldn't believe that (Name) had convinced the other Nordics to do this. Wiping away his tears, he smirked at the "weaker" men.

Norway's nails were a sparkly green. Tino's were a neon yellow and Iceland's were a purple color that actually brought out his eyes.

"Aw, she even roped you into this," Mathias chuckled, looking at the small puffin who was licking his newly painted red nails.

"Y'know, Norge, that color really *pfft* suits you," Mathias tried to smother his laugh as Lukas glared at him in a don't-make-me-chok

RussiaXReader: Broken Angel 6'I'm running in circles here,' you were still sitting on your bedroom floor trying to find the confidence to leave the room. 'I can't stay here anymore, I've revealed too much of myself and am most likely losing my mind.'

Taking your time, you composed yourself and have narrowed your choices down to what seems like the only conclusion. As you leisurely made your way to the kitchen, you stepped into the room to see Ivan sitting at the table reading the paper and drinking coffee.

"Hey, Ivan." You said quietly but getting his attention.

Ivan looked up and smiley slightly. "Ah, good morning [_____]. I hope you slept well, da?"

"Yeah, sure

RussiaXReader: Broken Angel 4"Ah, where to start." Kiku said tiredly. "I guess I could start off by saying you've probabry noticed she's not normal."

"Da." Ivan nodded.

Kiku was hesitant at first but continued."You see Russia-san, there are a handful of people in this world who are born with…. super natural powers. [______] just happens to be one of the few that was born with such abirities."

"I understand, but why?" Ivan asked.

"W-werl, because, rike the others, she was born with something inside of her."

"Okay, now I don't understand. What do you mean, "something inside of her"?" Kiku fidgeted with his hands but kept on.

"[______] was born with a spirit

Papa!DenmarkxChild!ReaderxMama!Norway -Pt 1- 'I just need a few more...' You thought as you counted up the small sum of money which sat in the palm of your small hand. You've been living on the streets since you were 2. By now, you were 5 and resorted to stealing-pickpocketing actually-to just get food.

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Berwald hates me.

Why else would he glower at me peevishly every time we make eye contact?

Why else would he only reply in grunts and unintelligible mumbles whenever I talk to him?

But sometimes, Berwald will show sporadic acts of kindness, and those capricious deeds will have me wishing with every fiber of my being that I could tell him, right then and there, that… I love him.

I recall the night we ran away from Matthias together, and how he had covered me with his blanket until he was sure that I was warm.

I flashback to the day where he had arbitrarily called me his 'wife,' even though I'm sure that he had only been joking. I had blushed SOOOO badly…

…Then I remember looking up into his face after all of those special moments, and how he would always be cantankerously scowling down at my figure, which is tiny, compared to his towering height.

Yep, he hates me, doesn't he?

I sigh morosely. Berwald, if only you knew…

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Tino hates me.

He avoids making eye contact as much as possible. When I attempt to make a comment to something he says, or even just talk to him, he'll turn his head away, sweat ostensibly breaking out on his sweet little face.

Despite the fact that he blatantly hates me, I still love him.

I arduously think of ways to tell him. My eyebrows furrow in frustration. Now's the chance—I look straight at him, and open my mouth to confess…

Tino's eyes widen in fear as I utter the first syllable. He turns away quickly, fear reflected in his coffee-colored eyes.

My heart sinks down into the ground.

It's like this every single time.

Then, that one day, I actually managed to say something—I called Tino my 'wife.'

That was a horrible mistake. His face had turned a bright red. Never have I seen him so embarrassed and flustered.

He hates me.

I sigh dejectedly. Tino, if only you knew…