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"Sve! Peter! Time for dinner!" Tino yelled up the stairs before returning to the table to set it. He had cooked Peter's favourite meal, fish and chips. Hanatamago skipped around Tino's feet, wagging his tail. Even though Tino hated being called Berwald's wife…why was he wearing an apron? "Sve! Peter! The dinners getting cold." Tino yelled once more but heard no response, "Sve? Peter?" Worried, Tino ventured up the stairs.  As he approached Peter's room, he heard, "Captin, what are we to do?" "We'll storm the ship and take Bushy Brows hostage!" Tino slightly opened the door to see Berwald dressed in a pirate costume. "Mama! Come see m

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Freaky Friday the movie. For the F.A.C.E family, Mondays are manic, Wednesdays are wild, and for Alfred and Arthur there is never enough time to understand each other. But on Friday…that's all about to change because things are about to get a little freaky. The two crept down the stairs to find Matthew sitting at the breakfast table with Iain. "Gawd, this hangovers killing me." Iain groaned. "Well, Iain is still himself." Arthur murmured. "Oncle, pourriez-vous passer le sirop d'érable?" Matthew asked politely. Realizing his uncle didn't speak French, he tried again, "Uncle, would you pass the

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Katy Perry's "Thinking of You". What I wanted Comparisons are easily done Once you've had a taste of perfection Like an apple hanging from a tree I picked the ripest one I still got the seed I first met Francis when I was six years old. I thought the stupid git was a girl. He was wearing a dress for goodness sakes! I hated him. I really did! He was so annoying! So how did it come to this…? "L'Angleterre!" Francis came running over to me. I was sitting under a tree reading Beowulf. He sat beside me, "What are you reading?" "None of your business." I hide the scroll. Francis raised an eyebrow.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the movie "Mean Girls" Chapter 8: After Christmas break, Kiku, Elizabeth, and I tried every Thursday to catch Francis in the act.  It wasn't easy. We tried for a whole month, and the only people we were able to catch were Mr. Vargas and the principal making out up there once. Francis was way too devious! "Why did we think we could do this?" I sighed and rubbed my head. Kiku and Elizabeth had come over my house to study for an upcoming test, "We're amateurs!" "No!" Elizabeth shook her head, "We just have to think of another battle plan. Think outside the box." "What are Fett Muskel bars?" Kiku held up a

Warning: This was supposed to be historical but I realize that Joan of Arc was way before America.  Enjoy anyway. "I see him! Quick! Take my hand!" I reluctantly slipped Arthur's hand into mine. On any other day, I would be in heaven to be holding Arthur's hand but not today. A week ago, Arthur approached me. For as long as I can remember, I've been in love with the Brit and was almost jumping off the walls when he asked me out to the park …that was until I found out he was using me to spy on Francis. He was using me to make Francis jealous.The two had just broken up. "What's so special about her?" Arthur scoffed, "Everyone knows Fran

Chapter 3: WHy Hetalians shouldn't Joust "Since we won the first competition, I get to pick the next game." Arthur grinned, "And I pick..." He paused for dramatic effect, "Cricket!" There was a long silence, in which crickets could be heard chirping madly, in the student council room - where the two teams were meeting. "What's 'cricket'?" Alfred asked, tilting his head cutely to one side. Wait, Arthur did not just think that. Ahem. "Well, there's a ball and a bat-" "Oh! Like baseball?" Alfred fist pumped. "No you git! It's completely different from your yankee sport!" Arthur rolled his eyes. "For argument's sake," Ludwig spoke, "Do you

Why Hetalians Shouldn't Play American Football "Ready to get your ass kicked?" Alfred grinned. Feliciano hid behind Ludwig, who's expression did not change. "You haven't even told us what ve're playing." The blonde german reminded him. "We're gonna play some football!" "Football?" Feliciano jumped out from behind his taller friend, "Ve~ I love football!" "Great idea, Alfred." Arthur grinned, "I'm quite good at football." "Really?" Alfred blinked slowly in surprise, "I can't see you tackling anyone to the ground..." "What on earth are you implying?" Arthur flushed, "You don't tackle in football! Trip maybe, but that could get you carded

It was Christmas Eve and all around the world, personified countries were preparing for the festivities. Somewhere in Germany: "And where do you think you are going?" Elizabeth stood at the door with a frying pan in hand. Gilbert gulped, "I was just heading out to the bar for a couple of drinks with the guys." "But it's Christmas Eve." Elizabeth protested. "That's why we'll be drinking egg nog with alcohol." Gilbert kissed his girlfriend on the cheek, "I'll be back before midnight." Gilbert left Elizabeth standing on the porch, "What if I wanted to spend tonight together?" She whispered. In France: "So, I have the candles, the roses,

Summary: The Allies and Axis have decided to have a games competition! Hilarity and romance ensue! Highschool AU, Human names only! Prologue "Ve~!Doitsu! Help me!" Feliciano, a pasta loving Italian, hid behind his best friend, a serious German, Ludwig, "Arthur's trying to make me eat his horrible food!" "Hey!" The angry Brit approached with a plate of... something. What it was will never be known, "I tried my best!" Ludwig sighed, "Arthur, why are you trying to force him to eat it?" Arthur cringed,"It's for Home Ec class and he's my partner!" "What seems to be ze problem here?" Francis, the horny Frenchman, slung his arm over Arthur's s

Disclaimer: I don't not own Hetalia I Love Belarus! Belarus loved her big brother Russia. She loved him when she was a little kid and she loved him even more when they were together in the Soviet Union. Belarus always thought that she was going to marry Russia but she wasn't sure how to go about it. When she asked her sister Ukraine how to get his affections, Ukraine suggested, "Vhy don't you make him a woolly hat to go vith that scarf I made him?" Yes, that scarf. The one he always wears. One time Belarus took the scarf and hid it in a snow bank but her brother was so upset, she quickly gave it back. Belarus never wanted to hurt her broth