Can you not. - drabble, Ruby/Weiss

"You know what they do to women spies in Berlin? They execute them. With a guillotine." "Mm. How original." Amelia Blattson, a cynical American journalist in Europe during WWII, never believed she had ideals worth dying for. To her, the rest of the world can go to Hell. Until one day it does. [Historically-accurate, OC-centric. Slow-building, feat. Prussia, France, other nations.]

"No one understands meeeeee!" In which West is experiencing the emotional turmoil of puberty, Prussia has no freaking idea what to do, and Austria is Very Much Amused. Rated for language. Probably not historically accurate.

Berlin, 1933. Step right up folks, step right up, we have your first-class tickets right here. Front row seats to the beginning of the end, watch a monster win his prize right in front of your eyes. Adolf Hitler is now dictator of Nazi Germany and Gilbert Beilschmidt is not amused. - Prussia, Germany, portrayal of Hitler. Teaser for my Fighter, Flier, Finder series.

She's not Milah, but Killian gave her his heart anyway. - Captain Swan, just some thoughtless introspective after tonight's finale

"She's one of Alfred's, isn't she?" "No." Vietnam, thirty years after the war, and the girl who loved her. - Vietnam, human self-insert, cameo by Prussia. Slightly historical, slightly personal.

Her lineage always being her crowning glory (her one and only, at that), Kate Progers only ever wanted to be the epitome of a pureblood witch, just like her perfect sister. Unfortunately, the Sorting Hat has other ideas, and when she becomes a reluctant member of Gryffindor she finds everything she has always known in question, whether it be Muggles, Mudbloods...or herself.

As hard as he tries, he can't quite get it right. - Ludwig/Feliciano, mention of HRE

She's getting married and he's an idiot. – unrequited Gilbert/Erzsébet, mentions of Roderich/Erzsébet

In which Feliciano attempts to give Ludwig specific directions through the phone and it doesn't quite turn out well. – hinted Ludwig/Feliciano, eavesdropping Alfred.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I had gay sex to music that wasn't Gospel." – Lovino/Antonio

In which cliché circumstances are cliché and the merry-go-round of the millennia plays on. – Francis/Arthur

1961 - The world wants to know what's better, capitalism or communism? Alfred F. Jones finds a girl staring at apples in a supermarket and starts a conversation. Slightly based off of a true story.

He's a result, she's a memorial; the war is over, but they fight their own battles. - Teddy/Victoire

"When you cut down the hybrid rose / to cull and plough its tender bed, / trust there is life beneath your blade; / the suckering briar below the graft, / the wildflower stock of strength and thorn / whose subtle roots are never dead." - She wonders if the roses over Julie's grave are still growing. Code Name: Verity and Rose Under Fire fic, Maddie-centric.

A collection of drabbles and one-shots. Some OC's from my story, some canon. 01.00/Selene-centric. "You're saying our daughter is a witch?" Witch. Witch. Witches ruined everything. Selene did not want to be a witch.

She's Fleur Delacour, half-veela and graceful. No one cares about what's inside, because, after all, beauty is only skin deep. "Fleur-Phlegm-Cow-Phlegm-Fleur. Don't they know she has ears?" FleurxBill, freeverse poem.

Everyone in my family has been in Slytherin. My parents, my perfect sister Liana. It's the best house once you get past the whole pureblood mania and Dark Wizard bit. It isn't really that bad. At least, I don't think it is. Anyway, it's going to be my house. It's going to be perfect. Even if I'm a bit of a screwup. "Gryffindor!" ...Hi, I'm Kate Progers, and I am one dead witch.

"Once upon a time there was a little girl named Marlene McKinnon. Then the big bad wolf came and ate her up. The end." She doesn't know who she is or who she was anymore. "War does that to you, Marley." "Don't call me Marley." One-shot.

"Look what Lavender found in Kate's luggage! Isn't it cute?" "It's not an it! His name is Sir Fluffington!" Never let your older sister help you pack. It'll only lead to embarrassment. Companion to Girl, Eleven, Demanding a ReSort. Contains an OC.