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Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE OneshotFrom the moment he opened that tomato box, I knew.

My Holy Rome had come back for me.

At first, I had thought that I was hallucinating again—Holy Rome was dead, or at least that's what they had told Mr. Roderich and Miss Elizaveta.

But no, it was my Holy Rome. Even after all these years, I recognized him.

The only drawback was that Holy Rome had forgotten me.

Holy Rome went by a different name now—'Ludwig.' His sky blue eyes, once childishly round, had sparkled with affection every time he looked at me. Now, they were a colder shade of blue, and looked at me with unfamiliarity. Holy Rome had used to blush a light shade of pink

Sweet Dreams: GerIta Oneshot"DOITSU, DOITSU!! GERMANY, GERMANY!!!"

I groaned. For Gott's sake, it was 5 A.M. What now?

"What is it?" I said to the little head that was peeping into my bedroom. "And didn't I say to call me 'Vatti?'"

The door opened wider, flooding the night with light from the hall. "I know," said the tiny voice, "but Mommy calls you that…"

I sighed. 'Mommy' was lying next to me, passed out like he normally was. Charging tanks cannot wake him up when he's tired—believe me, I know from experience. Since he was unlikely to wake up, I was left dealing with our child on my own.

I heard whimpering coming from the door. "Come here, now," I said

A to Z GerIta Drabbles. BA to Z GerIta Drabbles.

A/N: Holy cow! I got a whole bunch of responses on this for DA. For those of you were familiar with my writing, I post my stories on fanfiction and DeviantArt. So take a look at my profile on either at some of my other Hetalia stories. Thank you for all the suggestions. I really really wanted to do 'Bruder' but I decided to do something short yet cute.

Disclaimer: Hikari does not own or claim to own Hetalia.

Theme: B is for bees as suggested by dragongirl124680 on DeviantArt (I'm going to try to remember to put who it was suggested by but no promises!)

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Ludwig had been hoping to wake up normally for one; norm

Remember Me."Lovi, look out!"

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The light was red, the car should have stopped... I was too late, there was nothing I could do... "Please, please wake up Lovi..." I whisper, hoping he can hear my plea, and as if on cue, his eyes flicks open and he turns to look at me.

"Who... The hell... Are you?"

We had been on our way home from school when Lovi and I had begun to cross the road. Despite the red lights, a car had drove high speed towards my Lovi, and before I or the car could manage to save him, he was lunged on to the hard ground. After I had called an ambulance and we had gotten to the hospital, I was informed, several hours later, that he ha

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A/N: Sorry, this is going to be super short. I usually hate writing short things but with the holidays coming up and some other important shiz, I didn't really have time. I already wrote this on a journal on DA but to those on FF, I'm not sure how often I'll be updating. Some super important stuff is going on and to be plain honest, I'm more in the mood to read than write at this period in time. Writing some of the stories makes me sad and Monsters affects wore off so yeah. You came here to read GerIta, not about some stranger's issues. XD. Haha. They're not even my issues. XD Anyway, this author's note is probably h

Healing The Broken Smile Ludwig used to always wonder why Feliciano smiled.

A lot of the time he was carefree, happy, joyful, sweet, caring, and considerate. He was bubby and kind, and always had a smile on his face. He was bouncy and energetic, and acted as if there was nothing to ever fear or to be hurt over.

Ludwig wondered how he could be like that.

Feliciano had grown up in an abusive household in a little place just outside of Florence, Italy. He was the younger brother of a set of twins, with a superstitious mother who insisted that the twins were a bad omen, two demons that would ultimately bring about her demise. She insisted they be sent away, and wh

Spamano: Men and BoysThey say that having a child makes men of boys.

It's actually the other way around. When a man has a child, it brings out the boy in him that hasn't been there for a long time.

I see it in Antonio. Usually he's so composed, but around her, he's completely the opposite. Instead he makes mistakes to make her laugh, and says ridiculous things to make her smile. There's a playfulness in him that I never saw before she was born. Around her, he sort of…glows. Not that he didn't before. It's just that now, it's so much more obvious and permanent.

So when I happen to see them in the kitchen, and catch Antonio dropping something just so that s

Midnight Affections --Hetalia FanficLoneliness, a feeling I know all too well. An empty, crushing feeling. After the war that was probably the only feeling I had.

During that time I hardly ever saw his smiling face, my only light and warmth. I wonder, when his smile made me feel so…happy, I guess that's the only way to describe it. If you could hear my thoughts now I know what you would say, in your cheery voice, "Ve~! Ludwig! You think too much!"

Perhaps you're right Feliciano; I do have a tendency to over think things. But there is one thing that I know for sure; you are the cure to my loneliness, the warmth to my cold, the light to my dark.

"I-I love you…" as I

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A/N: I was really interested to do this one! I want to start doing more research on random stuff and this is the kind of things I'm interested in. I should be a doctor! I love blood, only I hate seeing people sad or in pain. Lol. So off track. ^_^

Important for story: This is a bit AU. It takes place during the time when live transplants could only be done if the persons were related or close. This would require pictures of the two together over a span of a few years or marriage certificates. In this story, Ludwig and Feliciano are humans that haven't seen each other for a while. That's all you need to know for now. H

Spamano: Valentine's DayWarning: really really strong language (this is Romano guys) and sexual references

I hate Valentine's Day.

It's just a god-awful holiday that happy people invented to make everybody else feel bad about themselves. It's just a day where all the lonely people get pounded down their throats that nobody in the world wants them. But don't think you're safe when you've actually got someone - now there's a whole crapload of expectations put on the both of you to make the day "romantic" and "special" and "perfect."

Which it won't be.

Cause it's a fucking crappy holiday.

And just when I finally had someone who might make me feel a little less mis

GermanyxItaly Keep Me In Your Memory"Don't…!" The Italian cried.

"I'm sorry, I don't have a choice." Ludwig said as he bent down to grab the handle of his bag.

"You can't!" Feliciano pled, fresh tears blinding him.

He reached out for the German in front of him and grasped onto his uniform, entangling his fingers in the fabric. "You can't leave me! You can't!" he continued to cry

Ludwig tightened his grip on his bag. He let out a shaky breath. Why did it have to be so hard?

"I'm sorry, Italy." He said plainly, trying to keep himself calm.

Ludwig continued walking but Feliciano's grip tightened, making it slightly harder for him to continue as if nothing was

Germany - At That Moment - Hetalia Short StoryThe sun in the sky shone brightly and caressed the fluffy, marshmallow-like clouds as they traveled slowly along the skyline of the mountains. The day had just begun and the air was crisp but it was still refreshing. It was my favorite part of the day when for once everything was calm and quiet; it meant that I didn't have to hear anything about pasta.

This was my only time to have "me time", but as I thought about it I wondered why exactly I wanted time to myself. In fact, before World War I, I didn't have anyone. Everyday was time to myself. I would have thought that I would rather spend time with someone now that I finally could. After al

Wrath of the Storm"Veh! Germany will be so happy I've taken his advice and am organizing my house!" Italy skipped down the road with his allowance in his hand. He thought back to the other day, when Germany had come round his house. The larger man was not accustomed to the small doors and ceilings, and so when he stood up from the chair he was sitting in, he hit his head on the chandelier, causing it to swing. This then lead to the chandelier knocking the pictures off the wall, which fell on his foot, which lead to Germany jumping round the kitchen cursing. He then fell against a cupboard, which swung open and hundreds, or more likely thousands, of unsorted, u

Whispers In The Dark: Spamano songfic requestWell, here you go sweetepie365! :D! I hope you like it.
Yes, this is a Spamano songfic to the song "Whispers in the Dark" by Skillet. Enjoy!!
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It is cold. So cold.

I can't feel anything but the biting, whirling ice that eats away at my open wounds as it pounds mercilessly on me, the wind whistling in my ears, taunting me, telling me that I have failed.

I have been reduced to nothing. Absolutely nothing. I am crawling on my hands and knees, the icy snow rubbing against my already pale flesh.

Crawling like a lowlife. A piece of filth.

I've lost it all. Everything.

Everyone I had the slightest ca

Times Have Changed Chap 3Arthur sighed. He really was short tempered wasn't he?

"I took it off so I could have a child. I put it back on once I was knew pregnant."

"He talked you into it." England hissed with rage.

"No, I told him I wanted a baby."

England started to scream again kicking at things that wouldn't move and throwing his hands up in a what he heard Arthur calling a temper tantrum. When he came down from his fit he noticed that himself was gone.

Running off he saw that both of them Arthur and France we're dressed and heading towards the door. Then was a knock and Francs opened it and greeted the person.

"The bloody hell is Lithuania doing here!"

Ar

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Bring Them Back

by ~ninjabunny1, Jan 24, 2012, 6:08:23 PM
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"Dammit…Don't go…"

A plead.

I can't leave. I have nowhere to go.

"Please…"

Sobs. Dry, broken ones that shake his entire body.

"Feli…I'm so sorry…" A gasping breath. "I never…It was never supposed to go this far, this was never supposed to happen…"

I say nothing because I have nothing to say. All those people, dead…

"Feli!" A shout. He removes his hands from his face, and those steely cold blues are burning red now. "You have to believe me! I never wanted this…"

Those steely blues, looking up at me with a helplessness that terrifies me.

"I believe you," I say. But I don't know if I do.

A sort of strangled sound in the back of his throat. He pulls me down to him, and now we're together on our knees. With a gasp he buries his face into my shirt and his body begins convulsing again with a new round of lamentations. Half of me wants to comfort him, and half is repulsed. The hands clutching at my clothes are still stained crimson. Almost all of him is bathed in that hideous scarlet…it makes bile rise in the back of my throat…

"Feli…"

You're supposed to be stronger than me. You're supposed to be better than me.

"I didn't mean to…I didn't want to…"

But you can't bring them back, can you?

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yeah, i promised no more short fics.

i lied.

this is tiny, just 10 kb, but i might continue it. i like to think about how germany must have felt after WWII, when he realized that millions people had died because of him. and i like to think about how italy would react to this new germany.

i haven't decided if this is gerita or not, but it could be