Monthly Members' Fics — Mar 2026
Flower of my soul (Dormi sui miei dolori) — Act IX, Act X, Act XI & Act XII by Sangue_di_drago
(Germany/North Italy)
In a world where the Gods never let humanity forget that they live because they wish so, Ludwig is a promising STEM student with a brilliant mind and bright future ahead of him.
His hopes and dreams are crushed, though, when he's promised in marriage to the grandchild of a Mediterranean god. Unable to refuse the deal, all Ludwig can do is prepare for his new life with a spouse that refuses to show their face.
C’est la lutte finale by Sangue_di_drago
(Russia, Anastasia Romanovna)
"You're doing it again."
He turns. Anastasia stands in the doorway with paint on her fingers and a stubborn crease between her brows, the look she wears whenever she feels that the world is arranging itself in a manner that does not suit her. She is perhaps nine years old, perhaps ten; Ivan has lost precise count, children growing in the strange, sudden way they do - how many children will not reach her age, dying with this winter? - and she wears a dress the color of winter sky, and she is looking at him with the frank, fearless assessment that only children and very old people that have seen too much to care have in common.
"Doing what?" he says.
Apple of my eye — Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4 & 5 by Mossy_man
(Russia/Turkey)
Heracles builds a new life in a new town. Ivan seems to be struggling with his own. Sadık is just there, being beautiful.
Štěstí by Sangue_di_drago
(Czech Republic, Hetalia Original Character(s))
A shy nod: "My family came from Bohemia. They moved to America at the beginning of the last century."
"And your surname survived that long?" Czechia asks, amazed.
This time, Aneta blushes scarlet: "N-Not exactly. It was Anglicized. I… I recently changed it back, after doing research into its original form."
Czechia’s smile deepened: "A beautiful and brave choice."
Dismissed by Sangue_di_drago
(Germany, Otto von Bismark)
He extends his hand.
Otto looks at it for a moment. Then he takes it - a firm grip, the hand of a man who has shaken hands with kings and never let them feel that he was anything less - and releases it.
"Go," he says, "And try not to start a war with everyone at once."
Ludwig almost smiles. Almost.
Still Water by Sangue_di_drago
(China, Empress Cixi)
At a first sight, nothing seems to have remained of that women who, with her ambition as large and great as the country she has ruled, has swiped away every man and woman that dared to defy her, underestimating the intellect and the slyness of that girl of humble origins and realizing their mistake only when it was too late.
China knows better. He can see it in her eyes: nothing in them has contracted, shape and assessing like always, with fain amusement in them, the eyes of a woman that has spent a lifetime reading rooms and people and the pauses between what is said and what is meant, and who finds, even now, the exercise worthwhile.
"You look terrible."
No greeting, not reverence that would usually be reserves to a country as ancient as him.
"You look worse," he replies.
Чаму жанчына — Chapter 9: Love Is by AalesundBren
(Åland & Belarus, Åland & Finland, Belarus & Lithuania, Estonia/Finland, Finland/Sweden, Lithuania/Poland)
After losing the Finnish War, in September 1809, Sweden signs Finland and Åland away to the Russian Empire in the Treaty of Fredrikshamn. In October, shortly after arriving in Saint Petersburg, Tino Väinämöinen disappears, leaving his young daughter on her own in Ivan Braginsky's house, accompanied only by the disjointed unit of Baltic and Eastern European states who couldn't care less about their new housemate.
Their indifference and pre-existing complexes quickly come crashing down on them, and the longer the Finn is missing, the worse their condition becomes, as questions of what defines their very existence in such an uneasy time bring everyone to their breaking point.
Dii silentium by Sangue_di_drago
(Rome, Saint Peter)
He is Rome. He is the most powerful thing in the world as the world is currently constituted. He has no vocabulary for the specific desolation of feeling the gods go quiet, nothing in his vocabulary was built to accommodate the possibility.
A fisherman from the wrong province should not be the thing that has this in common with him.
Must be funny (in a rich man's world) — Chapter 3 by MidoriFlowersEwe
(America/England, America/Russia, England/Russia)
Alfred F. Jones is a successful wallstreet tycoon; he’s rich, handsome and charismatic. He’s used to getting whatever he wants.
So when he decides he wants a threesome, what could possibly go wrong?
A Vicious Melody — Chapter 1 by MidoriFlowersEwe
(America & England, England/France)
‘If the markets hadn’t crashed and plunged the world into a recession, Alfred never would have ended up at that damned Bonnefoy manor.’
Alfred F. Jones, recent college graduate and completely broke is forced to take a job as a Groundskeeper in a secluded manor owned by an eccentric French self-styled Lord.
Alfred slowly beings to unravel the mystery of the mansion and its strange inhabitants. He starts to form an attachment to Arthur, another resident there. He realises too late how dangerous that is.
