After destroying his 14th car, France has been told by his government that he has to pass his driving test. The only person 'willing' to help him is England - in return for help in getting a date. Chaos ensues. *Standalone story, not a sequel* All the usual characters turn up: Pru, Den, America, Pol, Russia, Scotland

So this isnt mine, but it is the original milk fic. It just wasnt on and i wanted to change that.

From fluff in the bar, to encounters in the hall, America and Belarus' relationship is complicated.

Gilbert is a teenage boy that hates his life and has planned a day to kill himself. In another universe, Prussia is an ex-nation that is sick of being treated like nothing and has also planned his own death date. However, one day the two wake up in the other's universe, not knowing a thing about where they are. Can they fix the lives that they've been been thrown into?

"God I'm so fat." "No, Alfred. You're not. You're –" "Stop it! I am and you know it! The whole world knows! Just stop okay?" Trigger Warning, Human AU, and F.A.C.E. Family.

G-fizzle gets a b-nozzle. Fun for the whole family, especially you, Raul.

Als feststand, dass man ihn zur Klinik verurteilte, hatte Alfred nur eines getan: sich eine Strategie überlegt, wie er möglichst schnell wieder da raus spazieren konnte. Die Strategie hatte sogar einen Namen: Operation "fake for your life!". [dark, Essstörungen/Anorexia/Bulimia Nervosa uvm.]

Francis Bonnefoy was out for a walk when the unspeakable happened. In a single moment of misjudgment, he fell victim to a crime that was always blamed upon him by others…rape. Now, he'll have to journey down the road to recovery…all while fighting against accusations of being a rapist himself. (Warnings: Heavy mentions/implications of rape.)

Feliciano Vargas, otherwise known as Italia Veneziano, had a problem...not that he'd ever admit to it. Ever since the death of his best friend he hadn't been able to see himself the same way ever again. No...he wasn't the talented, handsome boy he once thought he was...now the was the pathetic, useless, worthless,...fat person...who just took up space...but all that will change.

The school year began with aching hands and bloody nail marks in Arthur's palms. He was unworthy to even look at Francis, in all his beauty. But was it possible to fix the gashes in his hands, and heal his heart as well? AU FrUK oneshot; depressing fluff, T for yaoi and extremely mild sexual themes, and trust me, it's much better than it sounds in this summary.

WHEN A MAN LOVES A DOG, PERHAPS TOO MUCH.

Alfred's disintegrating, wasting away, but that's okay. He's getting closer to fine with every inch of fat chipped away, though it's not enough. Never enough. Anorexic!Alfred.

"I'm so sorry. For all those years I just sat back and watched. I never helped you." He brushed the hair out of Lovino's face. "I hate seeing you sad. It always hurt me whenever they made you upset, I was just too scared to stand up for you. I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry." "No! no! You don't care! No one cares!" He choked on a dry sob. His tears were done. There was nothing left.

Lovino has many problems in his life, the biggest being bulimia nervosa. He's determined to stay sealed away from the world that caused him so much pain but, one annoyingly affectionate Spaniard forces his way into his life and discovers a bigger problem.

Sitting on the kitchen table was a note that laid everything bare.

WARNING: UNDER 18 PLEASE DONT READ. Pairing: Rochu. My deepest imagination. NOT HAPPY LEMON.

I'm just your regular lower-class, gender-confused, lonely teenage girl who can't stop thinking about a certain red-eyed German boy... — Prussia/Hungary.