There is a shop, a little out of the way, tiny and unassuming from the outside. "Dreamweaver's" and its owner, Arthur Kirkland, do not run a roaring trade, but for customers who know what to ask for, they sell a valuable, and magical, service. Matthew Williams is a new customer, though he can hardly believe the entire situation - I mean, who would believe in magic just like that?

Not again. He can't do it again. But he never has any choice. Just a little HetaOni thing I wrote.

At the turn of the year, the Iwatobi crew receive the tattoos that will reveal their soul-mates. At the turn of the year, Makoto's life goes to pieces.

Matthew is a shy psychology major. Gilbert is his bipolar roommate. Somehow, they manage. Prussia/Canada.

Dans ce monde où ceux sur les mers sont en rivalité avec ceux qui vivent sur terre. Arthur, puissant pirate, devra laisser son unique fils sur terre pour sa sécurité. Des années plus tard, Arthur attaquera un bateau de nobles où il prendra en otage son fils et sa famille. Lorsqu'il se rendra compte de son identité, il va en voir de toutes les couleurs. Surtout avec ce français là..

Two men, two centuries, one name. In 1830, Mathias is a jaded novelist battling a laudanum addiction and an illicit attraction, in 2013 he's a lonely children's author writing fairytales. One will fall for a captivating creature of the sea, the other for a troubled man who seems not quite of this world; an illustrator whose pictures show far more than just the story. DenNor AU.

UsUk. Arthur Kirkland, and English immigrant to the U.S. now lives with his deadbeat high school boyfriend after he ran away from home two years ago. Being under-educated he works at a Pele's Hideaway, a place of ill repute camouflaged as a bar. Is this what the rest of his life will amount to? Or will he be able to find true happiness in the form of a friendly American?

A nation's nostalgia for the life he once lived...and the life he will live tomorrow. "We are the perpetually sad and the perpetually happy not only because of the bittersweet echoes of the past but of the beginning notes of our future."

Dès le début, ils avaient mal commencé. Alors, comment la situation aurait-elle pu s'arranger? Ce qu'il s'était passé après leur première rencontre était la suite logique des choses, et Alfred, au fond, n'aurait pas voulu autre chose.

Amelia asks Kiku to help her sort out her messy library. In the process, he finds a rather peculiar book that reminds him of the day Amelia forcefully pulled him out of his futon and out into the beautiful world (no pun intended). Fem!America x Japan. Fluff and flashbacks. Rated T because I'm paranoid. Cover image not mine.

Ils sont debout, face à face. Leurs regards se croisent, des regards tristes qui refusent de laisser échapper leurs larmes. Ils savent que bientôt ce sera la fin, et pourtant ils refusent de se laisser aller au désespoir. Et alors elle ouvre la bouche et prononce ce simple mot : "Joue". Et ils décident de s'unir pour une dernière valse. OS sur la dissolution de l'Autriche-Hongrie.

Roderich wishes they had met under kinder circumstances and promises himself that they will again soon. One-shot drabble fic Warning: Character death

One cup of tragedy, two cups of happiness, half a cup of sadness, and three cups of everlasting relationships. Feliciano wants to cook a German meal, but instead learns about the German man's past. Human names used. Pure Gerita Fluffity Fluff and feels. Yaoi, Don't like Don't read.

Ludwig prese il foglio e lo osservo con fare critico –Avevo davvero questa espressione?- chiese perplesso, notando il sorriso che aveva nel ritratto. Il castano annui in risposta -Allora, ti piace?- domandò nuovamente, curioso di sapere la sua opinione. -Sì, è davvero bello- commentò abbozzando un sorriso. "Vehhhh è il tuo sorriso che lo ha reso ancora più bello, Doitsu" pensò abbr

It can't be. It just can't. I loved my brother, I really did, but why is it that I couldn't even utter a single complement to him? or actually spend time with him despite his denial. And now he's...I pressed my palms to my face and cried. Its my fault anyways. "It's not too late," America said, "We'll find them together, all of them, and bring them home." (Rewritten c:)

Human!AU Another request by rico-pico; sequel to The Kid, but can be read on its own.