Arthur loves to garden, Francis loves to cook, and they both love one another.
James is sent to wake his brother up and discover that he is having a strange dream.
Alice really does like him, but if she lets him know, she fears that everything would end. *Hetero FrUK*
"How could those people just do such a thing? Throwing themselves to their deaths..." "It is how these people live. They would rather lose their lives than lose their faith." Arslan struggles to come to grips with what he witnessed that day, but Daryoon can relate to those people all too well.
"Dude, I just don't get it, what do you see in that killjoy?" "He's a nice guy, really." Oliver defended, grinning wide. "He is, I'm sure of it, you just have to believe so."
Matthew Williams is an aspiring Journalist. Anya is in love with Yao. Yao is clueless to this, weary of the terrifying Russian girl. This is their story. (China x Fem!Russia)
They had fought, again. How can this keep going? How can their love endure? Francis wont let it end, not when his love for Arthur is so strong.
Arthur loves Francis but damn is he frustrating! Such a tease and never goes through with anything, honestly, the Brit just can't take it anymore.
Would you really let an outfit tear apart your love? That's would be just ridiculous. *Valentine's fic*
Matthew gets dragged to a party by his brother. He doesn't think he'll have a good time until he runs into his friend Gilbert. He ends up having a better time than he could have imagined. {PruCan with a little hint of AmePan}
It's Friday Night, which for High school students means football night. Matthew, Drum Major, has a surprise for the football team and their QB, his best friend, Alfred.
Maybe it was just me being paranoid, but then again… I think I may have missed a couple roots while pulling weeds.
A young woman writes home during the American Cattle boom *Short little Au thing*
"I've always liked this song," Marianne said, almost absentmindedly. "It makes me think of home when I hear it." Arthur scoffed quietly, home to her being France. (England x Fem!France)
They met in the cemetery, under a set of wind chimes. They hung suspended from the branch of a great old tree, and when the leaves rustle, they sang.
How the heart evolves for both captive and captor.
Francis and Alice reminisce about their relationship, where it's been , where it is...even where it's going.
He was dying, she could tell by the music. Though he still played with experienced perfection, the notes that flowed from his piano were almost pained, as if they voiced the suffering he never would aloud.
Alfred's fallen for his closest friend, does Matt feel the same? *Sorry if the summary sounds so cliche, AmeCan one shot*