Little England decides to take it upon himself to teach France about personal space. Light FRUK. IT'S SO CUTE, I SWEAR, IT'S JUST SO KAWAII, I CAN'T EVEN- Sorry. I don't own Hetalia. Rated for some light FRUK fluff. Can probably be K, but I'm just being careful.

Prussia had just wanted a sense of normalcy. His nation and his people were already gone, what else could he lose? He finds out that there's a bit more; Friends and his place at the World Meeting. As he starts self-pitying himself and feeling so alone, he gets a pleasant surprise from three slightly surprising nations. T for cursing. I don't own Hetalia. There's humor, too

Meet Italy Veneziano. He's happy-go-lucky, silly, sweet, and kind of ditzy. He's also a product of Feliciano Vargas. Meet Feliciano. He's depressed, angry, and just wants it all to end. Oh, yeah, and he does the drugs that make Italy the way he is.

Against his will, he began making hot chocolate instead of coffee. Two cups of it. He walked back towards North Italy's room and paused in front of the door. Should he really? He didn't need to; it wasn't mandatory and no one other than himself would know that he didn't. But...he supposed that it wouldn't hurt just this once. It was just a onetime thing, after all.

An inferiority complex is a lack of self- worth, a doubt and uncertainty, and feelings of not measuring up to society's standards. 'I'm stupid,' he thought sadly. 'I'll never be as good as him,' he thought bitterly. 'I wish I wasn't so useless,' he watched as the other patched up his minuscule wounds. 'I wish I wasn't so inferior,' They thought in unison. Only a two-shot.

Pain is everywhere; It's imminent and in everyone. Pain and misery love company. None know that better than the nations. A/n: It's saddy mcsad sad. Read and review.

Germany had a burning question about Italy for a very, very long time now. (Add that to the ever growing list and label it Question 562, okay?) Why were Italy's eyes always hidden? And...were they sexy or cute? Were they brown or green or what? (Erm, label the last one Question 565. Wait, you ran out of paper? Dammit!) The first time, this came out as a giant block of text...Odd.

Sometimes...Sometimes...Sometimes...Sometimes...Canada wished, hoped, and dreamed...But he also wished that he didn't get his hopes up so much. He didn't want it all to crash down and suffocate him when it went wrong.