Alfred probably hasn't exercised in years. Not since the last two years of high school and never in college though he's just started. He's been slovenly. Enraptured with his favorite piece of technology: his beloved laptop. His brothers notice his diminishing health and hire a personal trainer to whip him into shape.

Silly little one-shot with small chubby Ivan and Alfred bonding over lunch. And in one case the lack thereof.

Nantucket has become all weird and droopy suddenly! How could this be? Who did this to America? How do fix? Follow America on his valiant journey to rescue his hairy friend. err.. cowlick

"Tell me the truth if you still value your pitifully short life. Why. Are You. Here." The question came out as a command and Ivan shuddered. The blue creature bared his fangs to show that he meant business ..."I know you can grant wishes." He blurted out strongly, almost accusatory in tone. "Oh?" Alfred pulled back from his captive ...

America invites Russia over for some quality star gazing and, as per usual, it all becomes innuendos and abnormalities. But America gets his happy ending… sorta. Warning for horribly flirtatious Russians and American Profanity

Anya Braginsky is of nobility. Alfred Jones is a serf. Their paths cross in a strange fruity greeting through two very difficult family circumstances. One longs for Freedom and one longs for the power to Free and Change the world into an ideal world. One where peaches and plums do not have to look out at each other from the confines of a jar and can.

Lay Us Down Together because it's inevitable. Because on these Cold Cobblestone streets there isn't any reprise for the sick and the dying. The Doomed and The Fated. Soul mates go on the same wind, you know. "And I don't think we're any different"