Me being bored is never a good thing, haha! More writtings- this time for Turkiye. Canada got his love damn it.
It's Turkiye/Mama Greece because I fucking love them together.



( Olives and Yellow Roses. Chpt. 1 )

 Annnd yeah, here's chapter three of that fic that just won't stop. I couldn't tell if it was the way my Alfred's mind skipped around or just the fact I'm tried as hell that this seems so disjointed. Might re-write it. another i-pod update!


  I kept watching him. I didn't do that much before now. You'd think I'd already gotten used to people ( Read more... )

 Spawned by the weird sound my tea pot makes in the morning.

Arthur

He would do peculiar things, that Francis. I would often awake in the morning to the whistle of the teapot, which for one reason or another, sounded more like the blast of a train that had crashed through the walls of his most overly decorated kitchen. It made my head split and my ( Read more... )

This fic-ish thing spawned from a conversation, a request on the Hetalia!Kink Meme, and my inability to sleep. I'm posting it here to get some feed back before I post it as a fill. (in case it brings on utter fail.) DON'T HOLD BACK!
Pairings are, so far: France/England

We as People

1/?

He was a very strange father, or he would appear so to someone else ( Read more... )