Kuonrada

Chapter Rating: T Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia! Or Ivan/Russia or Alfred/America Warnings:  Human names and country names used. Um, Alfred swears a bit in this chapter, and don't expect the swearing to end anytime soon. OC's used (Bosses and States, on cannonXOCs stuff). Fluff and yaoi in later chapters. Pairings: Russia x America and others, although they will be in the background somewhere… Russia: Ivan America: Alfred America sulked farther back into his chair; his eyes nervously flickering from the game on his IPhone to Russia- even though they were supposed to be on better terms, America could not bring himself to trust Ru

What if America had never won the Revolution? A Hetalia Fanfic. America sat cold and alone in the snow, tied tightly to a pole, snoring, drunk, gluttonous hessians all around him. Tears of indignation and pain streaked down his cheeks, and he could feel his lands being scorched and tortured. Physical wounds that he had suffered during the battle burned with the intense cold, but these hurt far less than what was being done to his land and his people. The ropes that bound his wrists cut into his flesh as he struggled to free himself, because no matter how badly he had been beaten, America would not give up his fight. As he struggled, his min

  I yelled at Aubrey to give my back my doll. We were running around the sitting room with our nanny watching us carefully, making sure we didn't fall into the fire or maim each other. Aubrey was much younger than I was, but she managed to bring out the immature child in me. I didn't need a nanny anymore, as I was twelve, but Aubrey, who was ten and already acting like a princess still needed one. "I'm cuter than you; I can have whatever I want. Anyways you're too old to play with toys." She stuck her tongue out at me and I lunged at her. She dodged, but not far enough, as I tore off a piece of her dress. "That's enough you two!" our nanny

        Even in the most backwater, rural, out of the way place in the world there was a bar. With alcohol, which Mira drank in gulps then proceeded to pick a fight with the biggest guy in the bar. I would be surprised, but oddly enough this was normal behavior. "Miss, is there anyway to deal with your friend there?" the bartender asked uneasily. "My name is Sora, and unless you kick her out-with her kicking and screaming I might add- she won't stop at'tall." The man shook his head, apparently not ready to give up the profits that we out-of-towners gave him, and he got back to work. I would have to eventually have to break up the fight, s