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Summary: A celebration of familial love. England and baby!America made it through the horrible winter months and now are celebrating with a picnic outdoors in the summer sun. England realizes he has fallen in love with the child, even though he knows might hurt him in the end ( Read more... )

Arthur lived to paint. It was a necessity like breathing or eating. When his work took over his days and nights, sometimes he forgot to do the latter. It was as if his brain's obsession would override sleeping and eating and it wasn't until two days later, complaining that he had a headache, would his friends laugh and ask when was the last time he ( Read more... )

Alfred was sure Arthur was hiding something from him. Their love story had started by a random chance meeting in a bar one summer night. Alfred had finally gotten way from his work, was hanging out with his friends, and finally enjoying life ( Read more... )

Alfred curled up to spoon Arthur's back. Warm skin met his own, below where Arthur's shirt rose halfway up his spine, and the back of Arthur's neck, tempting Alfred to kiss it ( Read more... )

A/N: Nothing is mine. Everything is Hima’s. I mean no disrespect to the Catholic Church, or witches, or by anything that could offend in this piece. I think of it like a fairytale, and so it is more a tale of love between two very different people in a world filled with superstition and hate. Needless to say, the devil!Alfred is not innocent in ( Read more... )

A/N: To snowshoebombay for the usxuk community's Secret Santa 2012. Character's belong to Hima. At first Arthur thought it was a trick of the overhead florescent lights. After all, he saw many things that other people just didn’t seem to see, sometimes just from the corner of his eye. Sometimes Arthur wasn’t sure what he had seen, but in this case he was having a ( Read more... )

Forsnowshoebombay, I managed alot of firsts completing this fic! It is my first multi-part fic, my first attempt at Urban fantasy, and first Secret Santa! I hope you you like it! Happy Holidays!
Beta'd by my constant supporter enid_black. Chapters will be posted daily ( Read more... )

You see?" Frances says in that intoxicating accent and Alfred sees nothing except the graceful slope of her neck, the tan acquired from a Marseilles vacation fading from clear soft skin, her beautiful blue eyes not as true blue as his own, but the blue of the faraway hazy hills depicted in the painting they are supposed to be studying, her shiny ( Read more... )

A/N: for a story I orginally started for last year's secret santa on the US/UK comm. Yes, the whole of the story is USUK based, but France showed up and wouldn't leave. So this was the beginning of the tale. If I ever finish the chapters I started (I had carpal tunnel destroy my life for three months) I will publish on the comm as a late secret ( Read more... )