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worldheadcanons · 1 year

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Can you do Axis x reader x Allies? They are all fighting for reader's love.

☆ axis vs allies: fighting for your love!

starring. . . gender neutral reader and north italy, germany, japan, america, + china.

author notes; this was super fun, i imagined it to be a sort of otome game scenario with multiple routes. like the protagonist/reader goes on dates with everyone until they choose just one person to be with. i couldn’t fit all the main allies in here, sorry anon! lmk if you want a part two for them or any other characters.

feliciano vargas!

— he knows that his colleagues are also interested in you. he’s not particularly discouraged though because, really, who wouldn’t be? you were attractive, intelligent, thoughtful— the whole package. vargas knows he has his own unique charms, traits that the allies and even the another axis don’t have. feliciano is cute and he knows how to use that to his advantage. alfred is cute too, but in a different way. he doubts the boisterous american could sweep you off your feet like he could.

— in terms of competition he views francis and ludwig as his biggest enemies. feliciano is smart enough to not let anyone ruin his personal relationships, so he doesn’t hold any real ill will towards the two. in fact, it’s because he likes them so much, especially ludwig, that he even considers them to be rivals in the first place. francis is very obviously romantic. he was the one who taught vargas the ropes, after all. however his romance was rather.. mature.. meanwhile, the italian preferred to keep his romance light and playful. ludwig was cute in a stoic way. he couldn’t flirt to save his life, but that was part of his appeal. he would give you a small smile as he tried his best to be romantic and your heart couldn’t help but melt.. yea, those two would be trouble.

— he likes to keep dates vague at first, leaving you unsure of whether or not things are platonic or romantic. unlike francis or arthur he doesn’t come on strong. the first dates are still pretty high class though. dinners at expensive restaurants, trips to private beaches, live music shows— feliciano’s willing to spend every dime on you and he’s not afraid to show it. all the while he’s joking and laughing with you, looking you lovingly in the eyes with the cutest boyish smile you’ve ever seen. he’ll whine and complain sometimes, pouting anytime you tease him. he’s pretty childish but he knows when to pull back so that it’s not annoying.

— when things get really romantic, you’ll know. he’ll take you to more public places. vargas has many family businesses that he’ll frequent with you. it’s his way of saying you’re closer than you were before. vargas will initiate a lot more pda too, holding your hand more often than not and reveling in the feeling of you leaning on his shoulder. he’s not opposed to cheek kisses either. occasionally he’ll ‘miss’ your cheek and nail a kiss close to your lips, hinting at what he could make happen in the future. what he hoped would happen in the future.

— eventually things will escalate to a point where he’ll personally ask you if you want to be with him or not. not because feliciano views it as a waste of time if you don’t want to continue on, but because he truly wants to be with you. he can’t stand not knowing anymore and he especially can’t stand not having you all to himself. vargas will be respective of your answer no matter what.. but.. he has a feeling you’ll say yes.

ludwig beilschmidt!

— he’s not particularly confident of himself in this area. romance was not ludwig’s strong suit. he knows that other countries are interested in you as well, which doesn’t help him feel any better. even feliciano was after you! despite it all, his older brother had encouraged him to try to win you over. so here he was. he would try his best. the german didn’t know it, but he had his own charms. he was stoic and sort of inexperienced but still a polite man. many ladies found this to be charming. in a way, his lack of romantic prowess was his power.

— his biggest competitors, in his mind, are feliciano and alfred. both for reasons he considers obvious. they’re both rather ‘naturally cute’ men. they had this boyish charm while still being mature. alfred was really funny which only helped his case. feliciano was great at romancing others and while ludwig doesn't know much about alfred’s love life, he figured that it was likely the american was the same way. gah.. just thinking about it makes him frown. he’s been at disadvantages before though, so he’s able to convince himself that things will be fine no matter the outcome. his opinion on the two of them doesn’t change because of the situation. beilschmidt understands that no one can help the way they feel. it’s no one man’s fault that they’re all pursuing the same person. he just wishes he didn’t have to go against vargas, one of his closest friends.

— his first dates are.. regular. but not in a bad way. ludwig spends his days beforehand researching and reading up on things like date etiquette, best cafes to take someone out to, good meals to order, conversation tactics, and more. he doesn’t mind putting in the extra work to catch up with the people he’s up against. he’ll try his best to be romantic the whole time by holding doors and complimenting you whenever the opportunity presents itself. he asks a few questions about you, wanting to get to know you for who you really are. your other suitors may take you out to expensive places but they probably weren’t actively trying to learn about you— at least that’s what the german was betting on.

— dates will slowly but surely become more tuned to your interests and personality. you like to paint? he’ll invite you out to a nice art bar where you two can create something together. you like to read? he’ll take you to a library-cafe. beilschmidt feels that these dates are the most personal. there’s more pda as he really gets comfortable. it’s mostly limited to hand holding. every so often at the end of dates he’ll ask for a kiss. if you oblige and give him one, you’ll get to see a small smile on his face as he admires you lovingly. he may even bite his lip, clearly whipped for you.

— of course, there’ll come a time where he decides to finally ask about your intentions. he asks a little bit later, not wanting to hold you down or force a decision onto you. with the guidance of his older brother, he’ll find the time to sit you down and ask if you want to date him… like, seriously date him. just him. no matter your answer, he’ll still want to be friends with you. he’s gotten to know you so well, he couldn’t just turn away from you.

kiku honda!

— he’s whipped for you, though it took him a bit longer than everyone else to realize it. kiku mostly labeled what he was feeling as feelings of admiration. once he notices the the pain in chest as he sees francis trying to serenade you, he realizes that he’s in love. deeply in love. it’s a bit awkward when he comes to you later than the other axis and politely asks if he can take you out sometime. despite the awkwardness, you say yes, with a smile. smiles are good. he knows a thing or two about going out with people so he’s not completely stressed about that. anything he doesn’t know he just researches beforehand, similarly to ludwig.

— his biggest competitor for your love, in his opinion, is feliciano. he’s cute, he’s funny— if honda was in your position, he would have folded for the other immediately. he’s a little worried about everyone really because he’s ‘late to the game’, but overall vargas is his biggest threat. things will be okay though, kiku assures himself. he knows he’s cute in his own way. many of his colleagues have commented on the fact that his relaxed expression was a cute one. it was rare for them to see him relaxed as he mostly thought of work related things when he was in their company. for you, however, it wouldn’t be rare to see. honda would make sure of that.

— the first dates, similarly to yao’s, are formal. they’re not uptight though, as he wants to seem cute to appeal to you as a boyfriend. there’s gift giving here and there, but he mostly focuses on doing things for you. just when you’re too lazy to cook for the night, kiku’s there to pick you up and take you to a luxurious restaurant. anytime you mention something that needs fixing, he’s on it. if he can’t fix it himself, he pays someone to do it in his stead. he insists that it’s normal and that you owe him nothing in return. he just wants to see you prosper, is all. pda is kept to a minimum, seeing as though it takes him a while to even work up the nerve to ask if he can kiss you. when he does finally kiss you, it’s immediately made clear that he’s experienced. nothing too passionate, of course. there’s a certain air of confidence and the kiss has just the right amount of chasteness to keep you wanting more.

— as things go on the two of you only get closer. his dates shift from formal outings to extremely casual dates. sometimes it’s buying manga and books together, sometimes it’s watching your favorite movies at home. honda’s favorite ‘date’ consists of you two sitting quietly together in the same room doing completely different things. kiku finds this to be extremely romantic. you’re both doing different things but still enjoying each other’s presence. he’ll be doing paperwork and you’ll be sitting with a computer and neither of you are talking but both of you are happy. during times like this, he may even lean over and kiss you on the cheek, commenting on how much he enjoys your company.

— he’s not afraid to ask you straight-out what you want for yourself and your future. honda doesn’t want to keep you from your version of happiness, even if that happiness is with another man. there’s no doubt that he wants what’s best for you.

alfred f. jones!

— he’s a bit thrown off that other men are also trying to romance you. from the very beginning he decides that you’re the one who wants to go steady with. alfred is thrown off, but not enough to give up. he knows his worth. he’s a funny guy, people like that. he’s cute too, smart when he wants to be. jones would ask arthur for help but.. he’d be better off asking a math teacher for help in a history class. he didn’t think kirkland was any good with romantic endeavors. he’d just have to wing it and do his best. it’d be fine.. probably.

— the american doesn’t think of anyone as competition really, but he does hate the idea of you going out with francis. i mean, come on! he’s quite literally known for being a romantic! hopefully you’d find his flirting corny or off putting instead of endearing. alfred’s not completely inept when it comes to romance but he’s no hot shot. most of the time when a flirt of his fails, people laugh it off because he’s just so cute while trying to be a flirty guy. he’s a loser, but an attractive one. people also enjoy the fact that he’s a bit chubby. he knows this only because of past experiences. hmm.. he supposes that ivan could pose an issue too. he’s always an issue in some way or another.

— his beginning dates are very fun! he’s more fond of going to carnivals, finding a drive in movie theater, stargazing, eating at diners, and dancing together than any modern date. lunch dates are fine and all but it’s just so boring to jones. it’s not that he needs a bunch of excitement but he wants these dates to be interesting. he hopes that after each date ends, he’s still on your mind. he doubts the others are taking you out to such cool places. he’s flirty on these dates, trying his hardest to impress you. he’ll hold your hand often on these dates, as physical contact is something he enjoys a lot. alfred doesn’t mind hugs or kisses this early either, especially if you’re dancing. if you’re not enjoying each other then why even go out? after each date he personally escorts you home. he also leaves you with a kiss to your hand, a sign that he still has some sense of politeness despite his eagerness.

— as things continue you’ll start to notice that he’s taking you to more distinctive places. instead of finding a drive in movie theater in the middle of nowhere, the american will take you to a roller rink he comes to often. the people there will know him and they’ll know you when he brings you in. apparently he talks about you to whoever will listen. it’s flattering albeit embarrassing. a lot of the places you’ll go will be places he enjoys and wants to share with you. alfred’s much softer now and a bit goofier, backing away from the flirty persona he attempted to put on for the first few dates. you’ll often find yourself leaning onto his shoulder as you try to recollect yourself after breaking down from laughter. it’s in these moments that he’ll smile at you, soaking in your happy expression. it’s a gorgeous expression, one he’d like to see all the time.

— one day jones realizes that he needs to be seriously dating you. he wanted to take you to an animal adoption center as a sort of surprise but he noticed that doing that was sort of a couple thing.. like a serious couple thing. alfred really thinks getting you a pet would be the best thing in the world. the two of you would make the best pet parents in his mind. it would make him a true hero. or close to one. so he swings by your place and directly asks you if you want to be his partner. he doesn’t stall once he realizes what he needs to do. jones believes that it’s best to just go for what you want. you only live once, after all.

yao wang!

— it’s not his first time courting a lady. he’s experienced. he even believes that he could outdo francis somewhat. only somewhat though. yao’s been around for a long time so he knows what people like and don’t like. it’s not that he’s a super romantic but he’s passionate no matter what, which draws you in. he suspects you have a thing for older men, which he doesn’t mind playing into. he’s aged like fine wine and he’s not afraid to flaunt it.

— there is no rivals or competition in wang’s mind. why think about the other guys when he can just focus his attention on you and him? if he had to choose, he’d say arthur, maybe. maybe. francis was too much of a try hard for your affections. kirkland was a mature man. he was polite. the british man seemed to know how to treat someone right. however, in the end, yao viewed himself as on top of it all. he refused to let himself get anxious over your other suitors. that’s how people lose. by worrying.

— he’s a calm and quiet pursuer, playing the long game. beginner dates are very formal. wang tries with all his might to impress you but he makes sure to do so in a way that seems effortless. like he could do this everyday. as if to say, ‘dating me will result in the best treatment for you everyday until death’. he could never say it outright, so he let his actions speak for him. he’s no sugar daddy and he never claims to be anything of the sort. he’s just giving you a taste of what your life could be like should you choose to spend it with him. yao also gives you lots of gifts, though he tries to keep them small so you’re not overwhelmed. he adores the face you make whenever you open up a present he’s gotten you. you’re always so happy to received them.. so graceful when you accept them.. he can’t help but want to spoil you. and that’s exactly what he’ll do, if you continue on.

— as you get closer, wang starts to feel younger. his few grey hairs seem to be jet black again. the dates become less formal and more casual for the both of you. often he’ll just invite you over to his house. he spends less time trying to impress you and more time just enjoying you and your company. you’ll start to hold hands, hug, and kiss a lot more now. he loves the feeling of your lips on his cheek. these dates are a lot more loose and fun, often ending with you two giggling as he holds you in his arms. yao likes to dance with you in his home, rocking back and forth with a smile on his face. he’s shown you what the two sides of your relationship would be like. the first side, what was seen by the public— expensive dinners, beautiful clothing for the both of you, and lovely gifts— and now, the second side, what wasn’t seen by the public. kisses to the forehead, cooking for each other, reading together, and laughing over nothing in particular.

— after a while wang will invite you over one day and pop the question. no, not marriage, though he does think you’d make a perfect partner.. he’ll ask if you want to start officially dating. he doesn’t know for sure if you’ll say yes, even though he’s used his tried-and-true method of dating on you. yao hopes for the best and prepares for the worst. he hopes for your love.. but he’s prepared to live life as just a friend of yours. boyfriend or otherwise, he’d like to be present in your life.

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Capítulo 3

Antes de proceder, quería avisaros sobre que intento ir avisando por Instagram (TigreTulipa) y Bluesky (tigretulipa.bsky.social) de cualquier novedad o actualización sobre la historia. Antes tenía Twitter, pero como el señor ese se lo está cargando ya no sé dónde ir, así que me fui a la red social que conozco mejor después de esa TT-TT. Siento la tardanza, pensaba publicar los capítulos 3 y 4 antes de Navidad, pero no me dio tiempo porque los reescribí para cambiar algunas partes que no me terminaban de convencer. También he logrado sacarme el carnet de conducir tras mucho tiempo :’) Tenía la intención de publicar los capítulos 3 y 4 a la vez, pero he considerado que era mejor publicar por ahora el 3 y darme tiempo para arreglar el 4.

La mirada de _____ se encontraba perdida entre la multitud de la zona de embarque del aeropuerto mientras se distraía haciendo girar la maleta sobre sí misma. Visto que no tenía ni teléfono ni dinero, eso y ver las personas que iban de un lado a otro era lo más entretenido en aquel momento.

Aburrida, giró la cabeza hacia los ventanales que había a su derecha y se encontró con su reflejo, vestido con ropa que le había prestado Bélgica, sobre el cielo anochecido. Hacía rato que el sol se había llevado con él las tonalidades anaranjadas del atardecer para dar paso a los azulados oscuros y las estrellas de la noche, poco perceptibles por la contaminación lumínica de la ciudad.

Qué raro se le hacía referirse a alguien como país. Y qué raro se le hacía que un país tuviera cuerpo humano… Bueno, en cierta forma era más o menos como si fueran los representantes y presidentes de los territorios. Pero unos que eran prácticamente inmortales…

_____ volvió a mirar hacia la gente apretada en la pequeña tienda donde España había ido «un momento», según él, a comprar, pero desistió y puso la atención en sus pies al no lograr ver al español.

«Que sepas que a partir de ahora somos primos» le había dicho Antonio durante el trayecto hacia el aeropuerto. Según él, esa había sido la forma más rápida y fácil de darle unos apellidos nuevos y poder actuar como familiar si se daba el caso.

Eso le hizo recordar las palabras de Alemania.

_____ suspiró y apretó con un poco de fuerza su brazo derecho varias veces. Estaba nerviosa y, aunque Feliciano le había dicho que no la estaba regañando, se sentía culpable por estar allí y recibir su ayuda con la repercusión que-

—¡Ya estoy de vuelta! —anunció feliz España, con ambas manos ocupadas y una amplia sonrisa pegada a la cara—. Ay… —se quejó al sentarse—, uno no puede hacerse viejo —carcajeó, dirigiendo su vista hacia _____. Su rostro adquirió una expresión más seria, pero no dejó de sonreírle.

Casi podía ver cómo los engranajes de la mente de la joven giraban a mil por hora. Convivir con humanos durante tantos años le había permitido leerlos como si fueran un libro abierto.

La pobre chica le sonreía forzadamente, su mirada llena de confusión. Mañana hablaría con ella. Por entonces, con un movimiento rápido, la rodeó por la espalda con el brazo y la acercó a él a modo de abrazo.

—Sea lo que sea, no le des más vueltas al tarro, por el momento —le aconsejó—. Hoy, al llegar, directos a dormir. Mañana ya nos preocuparemos de lo que ronda por esta cabecita tuya —dijo usando el dedo índice para darle toquecitos suaves en la frente.

_____ tomó aire y lo soltó lentamente. Entendía lo que le sugería, pero no podía frenar la cadena de pensamientos. Era frustrante querer hacer algo pero no lograrlo.

Antonio parecía haberlo entendido y le volvió a sonreír, apenado.

—Te prometo que encontraremos la manera de llevarte de vuelta a casa, a tu mundo —le aseguró apretándole ligeramente el hombro con la mano.

La honestidad que había en las palabras de aquel hombre humedeció los ojos de la joven, pero se esforzó en retener las lágrimas para liberarlas en la intimidad y tranquilidad de su nuevo refugio en España. Ya solo le faltaba llorar delante de todos los que había por allí presentes.

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Afortunadamente, el vuelo fue tranquilo y apenas hubo turbulencias. Antonio se había pasado casi todo el viaje hablando, las pocas veces que permanecía callado era porque estaba ocupado bebiendo o comiendo. En otro momento le habría resultado abrumador lo que podía llegar a hablar, pero en ese momento _____ se sentía agradecida por no haber tenido oportunidad de retomar lo que su mente había dejado a medias. En algún momento se llegó a plantear si el español lo estaba haciendo adrede.

Tras bajar del avión, fueron a paso ligero a recoger el equipaje y tomar un taxi para llegar a casa de Antonio. Era entrada la madrugada y el cielo era totalmente oscuro, pero la luminosa ciudad no dormía: coches iban y venían por las calles y carreteas, la gente paseaba por las calles repletas de bares y otros locales llenos de vida y por las ventanas de varios edificios aún se podían ver luces encendidas. Poco a poco, fueron dejando atrás el bullicio del centro hasta llegar a una zona residencial más tranquila, donde el estruendo de las carreteras más cercanas quedaba ahogado por los árboles y bloques de pisos.

El taxista detuvo el vehículo delante de un bloque de apariencia bastante sencilla y _____ se bajó somnolienta del coche. A pesar de haber dormido hasta la tarde, el ajetreo del aeropuerto y el vuelo habían hecho que volviera a sentir sus párpados pesados. Temía quedarse dormida de pie si los cerraba ni que fuera unos segundos. Notaba que su cuerpo se iba relajando mientras contemplaba cómo el taxi se iba encogiendo a medida que se alejaba. Se sentía un poco más cerca de su hogar.

Con pasos pesados, Antonio y ella se dirigieron hacia el portal mientras Antonio rebuscaba en un bolsillo de su abrigo para sacar una gran cantidad de llaves que tintinearon cuando este intentaba dar con la correcta para abrir la puerta del edificio. Tras varios intentos fallidos, logró abrir la puerta chirriante. Era un edificio antiguo y por desgracia para sus pies agotados, no disponía de ascensor, así que tocaba subir por las escaleras de azulejos hidráulicos.

—No te preocupes, solo tenemos que subir tres plantas —le intentó animar Antonio.

La subida fue ardua y al llegar a la puerta del apartamento _____ luchó con todas sus fuerzas para no quedarse dormida en la entrada e intentó prestar atención a lo que Antonio le decía mientras le enseñaba rápidamente el lugar y le explicaba cómo funcionaban las cosas. Aparte de la cocina, tansolo se quedó con la ubicación del baño y del dormitorio de invitados, su habitación temporal. Y qué cómodo era el colchón cuando se dejó caer en él…

Mientras se ponía el pijama que le había prestado Antonio, se dedicó a examinar detenidamente su entorno: la tonalidad clara del parqué contrastaba con la madera oscura del armario y de la cama de matrimonio de estilos más antiguos que, a su vez, desentonaban con el resto de muebles un poco más modernos y minimalistas. Por lo que recordaba haber visto, el resto del piso parecía seguir el mismo patrón de contrastes pero sin llegar a ser visualmente incómodo. Parecía que Antonio había intentado modernizar el interior de su casa, pero no se había atrevido a deshacerse de algunas antigüedades.

Unos golpes suaves en la puerta de la habitación hicieron que rápidamente pusiera su mirada sobre esa.

—¿Se puede? —preguntó el anfitrión.

—¡Sí, adelante!

La puerta se abrió poco a poco y Antonio sacó la cabeza para comprobar que todo estaba bien. Acto seguido la abrió por completo.

—Solo venía a comentarte un par de cosas antes de dejarte dormir. —_____ le asintió para que prosiguiera.

—Mañana-, bueno, hoy —se corrigió al recordar qué hora era—, tengo una reunión a media mañana. No tardaré demasiado, pero si tienes hambre o lo que sea, que no te dé cosa beber, comer o hacer lo que quieras mientras no estoy.

—¿Seguro?

—Sí, seguro —le clarificó Antonio—. A ver, mientras no me quemes la casa o algo por el estilo, puedes hacer lo que quieras —se rio el hombre—. Tú, como si estuvieras en tu casa, ¿vale? Si quieres ver la tele, miras la tele. Si quieres leer, lees… Tengo para pintar, tengo películas, tengo juegos, … Usa lo que quieras sin problema.

—Muchas gracias Antonio, eh… España —. El hombre volvió a reír.

—Antonio está bien, no te preocupes. Casi que lo prefiero —confesó tímidamente—. Me hace sentir más… humano, por así decirlo.

—Pues Antonio entonces —le sonrió _____.

—Gracias. —La sonrisa del hombre parecía aún más sincera que todas las que le había dirigido anteriormente—. Espero que duermas bien. ¡Buenas noches! —le deseó antes de cerrar la puerta por completo.

De hecho, sí durmió bien. Se despertó cerca de ocho horas más tarde, aun con la esperanza de haber amanecido en su cama, en su mundo. Pero la realidad era decepcionante. A veces sentía que estaba dentro de un sueño muy largo y que todo a su alrededor era producto de su mente, como cuando algunas veces había sido consciente de que estaba soñando. Otras, tomaba consciencia de la realidad de su situación y sentía miedo y frustración: miedo porque todo era real y su vida se vería severamente afectada por algo que no había podido controlar y se escapaba de sus manos, y frustrada porque tenía que seguir adelante con su vida, un camino que no había elegido, pero que no le quedaba más remedio que seguir.

Estos sentimientos iban siempre acompañados por un sentimiento de culpa por no apreciar lo que los demás estaban haciendo por ella, por sentir que no apreciaba suficientemente la ayuda que estaba recibiendo. Realmente estaba muy agradecida y sabía lo afortunada que era. Pero no podía evitar sentirse contrariada.

Sintió la caricia suave de las sábanas cuando estiró su cuerpo antes de levantarse a subir con cuidado la persiana para dejar entrar la luz de la mañana. El cielo estaba completamente despejado y se podían apreciar sus bellos azules. _____ abrió la ventada para dejar entrar el aire fresco y ventilar la cama antes de hacerla. Entretanto, eligió su vestuario para el día: algo cómodo para estar en casa, tampoco tenía la intención de salir, y salió hacia el cuarto de baño que había justo al lado para acicalarse y estar presentable.

Al salir del dormitorio, oyó un alegre tarareo amortiguado y el sonido de algo cocinándose en una sartén proveniente de la cocina. El ambiente agradable de esa mañana le sacó una pequeña sonrisa y, soltando un suave suspiro, se puso en marcha. Al entrar al baño, vio que Antonio había tenido la amabilidad de dejarle preparados varios utensilios de higiene personal en una cestita de mimbre con una nota que indicaba que, en efecto, eran para ella.

—¡Buenos días y muchas gracias, Antonio! —le agradeció la muchacha al sacar la cabeza por la puerta de la cocina abierta.

El hombre, que estaba hincando el diente a un crujiente bocadillo de lomo aderezado, casi seguro por el olor que desprendía, con ajo y perejil, asintió con la cabeza mientras se cubría la boca para terminar de masticar y balbucear un «no hay de qué» antes de tragar.

—¡Buenos días! —le deseó antes de beber de la graciosa taza de plástico que tenía a su derecha. El asa morada tenía una extraña forma: eran como varios bultos pegados el uno al otro. El color morado predominaba en todo el objeto, con uno de los lados pintado de amarillo y naranja y un “Ferki” escrito en negro sobre el naranja.

Antonio, sintiéndose muy observado, miró de reojo a _____ e intentó descubrir hacia dónde iba su mirada. ¿Alguna mancha que no había visto? Ay, qué vergüenza si tenía restos del bocadillo en la cara… Pero, afortunadamente para su orgullo, era la taza lo que había captado su atención.

El hombre se rio bobamente y, por unos segundos, la joven recordó a Feliciano y pensó que la risa del italiano era más dulce. Avergonzada por dichos pensamientos, intentó deshacerse de ellos tan rápido como habían surgido. ¿Qué estaba haciendo?

—Me gusta coleccionar estas cosas —le confesó el español volteando ligeramente la taza mientras la observaba también—, antiguallas. Aunque puede que esto no cuente como una… Pero el mundo ha cambiado tanto en tan poco… —se lamentó y volvió a sorber de su bebida.

La fragancia dulce del líquido encandiló la nariz de la joven, quien se aproximó tímidamente a la mesa para ver qué era.

—Es Cola Cao. ¿Quieres? —le preguntó Antonio— Aún queda algo en el bote.

—¿Puedo?

—¡Sí, claro, mujer! —le afirmó él, sorprendido por la pregunta—. Espera —le pidió para poder terminarse la bebida.

Acto seguido, se levantó y se llevó de la mesa el plato y la taza para lavarlos en el fregadero y, tras ponerlos a secar, abrió uno de los armarios del gabinete y sacó dicho bote para darlo a _____.

—Y recuerda —le avisó levantando el dedo índice—: Come y bebe lo que quieras y cuanto quieras, mira la tele si te apetece, pinta si quieres también. Lo que te dije antes de ir a dormir. No quiero volver y encontrarte medio p’allá en el suelo, ¿vale?

—¿Seguro? —volvió a cuestionar la joven, aún sin creerse las palabras del hombre.

—Criatura de mi vida, ¿pero por quién me tomas? —insistió con voz dramática Antonio mientras sujetaba suavemente la cabeza de la muchacha con ambas manos— No tengo la costumbre de hacer que mis invitados pasen hambre y tú no vas a ser la primera —aclaró dándole un golpecito en la punta de la nariz.

Silencio.

—¿Y bien? —cuestionó Antonio alargando excesivamente la “e”. Intuía lo que se venía.

—Es que… Me sabe mal —insistió ansiosa _____.

—Pues que no te sepa —contestó divertido por la situación—. Y antes de que digas nada más, ¿tú qué harías en mi situación? —dijo cruzándose de brazos.

—Ofrecerte comida —contestó apenas audible.

—Pues eso —rio Antonio—. Que no te sepa mal, de verdad —reiteró el español—. Y si ves que falta algo, lo puedes anotar en la libreta que hay justo al lado del microondas, ¿de acuerdo?

_____ asintió con la cabeza.

—¡Perfecto pues! —se giró de repente para agarrar la cartera que colgaba de la silla—. Me voy que llegaré tarde. Si pasa cualquier cosa —añadió antes de salir pitando por la puerta y rebuscó en el bolsillo de su camisa blanca para sacar un papel en el que anotó rápidamente un número largo—, llámame usando el fijo, ¿vale?

—Todo claro, jefe —respondió sonriente y con voz firme. Antonio se rio de nuevo.

—¡Pues hasta luego! —se despidió—. ¡Llegaré antes de comer así que si te apetece podemos comer fuera! ¡Adiós!

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El tictac del reloj de péndulo que colgaba de la pared del salón y la respiración reposada de _____ eran los únicos sonidos perceptibles en esa pacífica mañana. Hacía un buen rato que había terminado de desayunar lo que había ido encontrando en la cocina y ahora estaba tumbada, aburrida en el sofá, contemplando el techo blanco.

Había estado mirando la tele mientras comía y al poco rato la apagó porque no encontraba ningún canal interesante y no tenía ganas de leer por el momento. Su cerebro le exigía entretenimiento, pero se sentía perezosa y nada despertaba realmente sus ganas de hacer algo.

Tal vez si le daba un poco el aire se le aclararía la mente. Uf, qué palo le daba levantarse… Pero, venga, que si no se pasaría todo el día allí tumbada sin hacer absolutamente nada.

Cuando abrió la puerta del balcón, el aire fresco de la calle acarició sus mejillas, aunque ya no se sentía tan frío como el de inicios de primavera. El caluroso verano se iba acercando y _____ no podía evitar dudar si lograría sobrevivir a las elevadas temperaturas de ese año viendo lo mal que lo había pasado el anterior. No era precisamente agradable recordar levantarse a las seis de la mañana empapada de sudor por el calor.

Apartando esos horribles recuerdos de verano, tomó asiento en una silla que había por allí fuera y se dejó caer en ella. Entre los espacios de la baranda observaba cómo se desarrollaba la vida en las calles del barrio: algunos paseaban perros, otros hacían deporte, algún que otro coche pasaba y rompía la tranquilidad de la calle, … La gente seguía con sus vidas, ignorantes de su situación, disfrutando de su lunes…

Con la tontería hacía casi tres días que había empezado todo. ¿Le habría llamado alguien en ese tiempo? ¿Su familia y amigos estarían preocupados por ella? ¿Y sus vecinos? Si tardaba demasiado en regresar, si seguían pasando los días así de rápido y aún estaba atrapada allí, seguramente alguien se preocuparía por ella. ¿Y si tardaba tanto que no llegaba a tiempo para pagar las facturas y el alquiler? ¿Y sus plantas? ¿Y su casa?

Fue entonces que comprendió la gravedad de su situación y todas sus dudas y temores se yuxtaponían en su cabeza.

Si lograba regresar, si lo lograba, ¿qué sería de ella? ¿Cómo justificaría su ausencia? ¿Qué haría con los impagos? ¿Y si no regresaba? ¿Con qué dinero pagaría las cosas y les devolvería los favores que le estaban haciendo? No podía vivir en casa de Antonio de gorra toda su vida, tendría que encontrar un trabajo allí, con lo difícil que ya era en su mundo. ¿Y sus seres queridos? ¿Ya no los vería más? Ni siquiera se había podido despedir de ellos.

Con torpeza y con las manos temblorosas apretadas sobre su frente, entró corriendo al salón. Las lágrimas brotaban sin parar de sus ojos, que buscaban nerviosos el frigorífico.

—Un limón, un limón —repetía con voz trémula mientras rebuscaba en los estantes del electrodoméstico. Recordaba haber oído decir que lamer una rodaja de limón ayudaba a distraer la mente en situaciones así. Por suerte, había medio limón en un rincón y se lo llevó directo a la boca, succionando el líquido ácido al mismo tiempo que intentaba rectificar su respiración agitada. La ansiedad no se la quitaba, pero por lo menos le había servido para calmarse un poco.

Una vez el sabor se volvió insoportable, retiró la fruta de sus labios, se pasó la mano por la cara para retirar el jugo que goteaba de su mentón y se fue al baño a remojarse la cara y limpiarse las lágrimas.

Cuando terminó de secarse el rostro, al levantar la mirada hacia el espejo, se encontró su reflejo desmejorado: tenía la frente, la nariz y las mejillas rojas por la presión de la sangre, los ojos vidriosos e hinchados y los labios, aún temblorosos, no tenían mejor aspecto.

_____ se pasó una mano por la frente y la deslizó hacia la nuca, soltando un suspiro entrecortado. Su mente cansada estaba en blanco y solo sentía desesperación. E impotencia, mucha impotencia.

«Una libreta».

A lo mejor anotando todo lo que le pasaba por la cabeza le ayudaría a ver las cosas con más claridad.

Echó un último vistazo a su reflejo decaído y se fue con pasos pesados hacia la cocina para proyectar su mente frenética en el papel de la pequeña libreta del microondas. Miles de imágenes y pensamientos sofocaban la joven llorosa. No sabía cómo gestionar todo aquello, era demasiado. Se sentía enjaulada. Por mucho que escribiera en el papel empapado por las lágrimas derramadas, nada se ordenaba, nada se resolvía, solo aparecían nuevos problemas.

Le dolía la cara y sentía el corazón punzado.

Estaba tan sumida en su torbellino mental que no se dio cuenta de la llegada de su anfitrión, quien la halló resoplando con una mano sujetando con desespero su frente, mirando fijamente la mesa. El español no tardó en descifrar qué estaba pasando.

Apenado, se acercó a la chica y, con voz suave, volvió a proferir un saludo para anunciar su presencia, apoyando gentilmente su mano en el hombro de _____. La muchacha se sobresaltó por el contacto inesperado y volteó todo su cuerpo para ver de quién se trataba.

Antonio se encontró con el rostro enrojecido y lagrimoso de _____, que cambió la expresión de susto por una de sorpresa. Se sentía avergonzada de haber sido descubierta en ese estado.

—Ay, cariño… —se lamentó Antonio— ¿Necesitas un abrazo?

_____ asintió, enjugando las lágrimas derramadas.

—Ven aquí —dijo acercando la muchacha hacia él para estrecharla contra su pecho mientras le acariciaba con cariño la cabeza.

El confort del abrazo despertó algo en la joven, como una llave abriendo un cerrojo, y liberó el llanto desconsolado que había intentado reprimir todo ese tiempo. Antonio permaneció en silencio, meciéndola con delicadeza y ofreciéndole pañuelos para que se sonase la nariz.

Poco a poco, _____ se iba calmando, recuperando el ritmo normal de su respiración. La tempestad que esos pensamientos habían provocado había aminorado, pero le dolía un montón la cabeza.

—Pe- —jadeó la joven— Perdona… —suspiró—. Por todo esto… —se disculpó un poco avergonzada por lo sucedido.

—No me pidas perdón por esto —le dijo él, finalizando el abrazo—. Tú, saca lo que lleves dentro. No es bueno guardárselo —le sonrió—. Si necesitas llorar, llora sin problema.

—Gracias… —le sonrió ella— Por todo. —Antonio se rio.

—Para eso estamos, mujer —declaró dándole un golpe suave en la espalda, a modo de ánimo. Pero la cara de Antonio adoptó una expresión más seria—. Si quieres hablar del tema… —le invitó— ¡No tiene que ser ahora, claro! —clarificó rápidamente.

La joven bajó la mirada hacia el suelo, con expresión seria, y consideró la oferta de Antonio. Por un lado, no quería bombardearle con más cosas. Pero, por otro, ya había llorado sus penas delante de él, era una de las pocas personas en las que podía confiar en su situación y ya se había mostrado abierto a escucharla.

—Puede ser ahora —decidió levantando la vista nuevamente.

—Sentémonos entonces —ofreció él, señalando con su mano el sofá del salón-comedor.

Ambos se dejaron caer en él.

—Cuando quieras —indicó Antonio prestándole toda atención.

_____ tomó aire.

—Bueno, a demás de lo que ya sabes —empezó—, es básicamente todo lo otro. —Los labios le volvían a temblar—. Es… qué voy a hacer con mi vida, ¿sabes...? —dijo ahogando un sollozo—. ¿Cómo sigo con mi vida? ¿Qué hago si vuelvo mucho más tarde y ya no tengo a donde ir? ¿Qué les cuento a los míos? —jadeó.

El español solo podía escuchar en silencio mientras la miraba con ojos vidriosos.

—Luego —prosiguió la joven con voz temblorosa—, me decís que me vais a ayudar, pero ¿por qué? —le replicó aún sin comprender a qué se debía esa actitud tan servicial de las naciones—. ¿Por qué os molestáis tanto por alguien que no conocéis? No sabéis quién soy, ni siquiera soy realmente de aquí. ¡No tenéis…! —Bajó el tono— No tenéis ningún tipo de compromiso conmigo… —suspiró y se pasó una mano por la cara.

Antonio le tomó la mano y posó la suya encima para reconfortarla.

—Es que, no quiero ser un lastre para vosotros —admitió con voz apocada—. Ya tenéis vuestros problemas. Sois encarnaciones de naciones, ¡per l’amor de Déu! —No quería ni imaginarse lo que debía ser tener que soportar todo lo que ocurre en el mundo sin poder intervenir demasiado en eso, como le habían contado en la reunión—. Si no logro regresar, o si tardo mucho en hacerlo, ¿qué será de mí en esta Tierra que no es la mía?

¿Qué sería de esa vida a la que dedicó tanto esfuerzo?

España retiró la mano de la de la joven y se apoyó completamente en el respaldo del sofá, soltando un profundo suspiro mientras miraba pensativo el techo.

—Para ser honesto, me es difícil responder tus dudas —confesó apenado, volviendo su mirada hacia _____—. Lo que sí te puedo prometer —añadió girándose sobre el sofá para mirarla de frente—, es que si te quedas aquí, me aseguraré de que puedas llevar una vida más o menos normal, encuentres un trabajo y puedas seguir con tu vida aquí. —El tono y la expresión del hombre eran serios.

La muchacha le miraba atenta, conmovida por sus declaraciones.

—En cuanto a por qué nos tomamos tantas molestias… —prosiguió el español— Sinceramente, ojalá lo pudiera hacer con todos los que viven aquí, pero me temo que no soy nada más que un… humano, que digamos, que existe porque también lo hace el país. Más allá de esto, no tengo ninguna habilidad especial, solo años de experiencia y una libertad limitada... Lo mismo se aplica al resto de los nuestros. —Su mirada se volvió algo oscura—. No podemos levantar sospechas, tampoco podemos dejar que quienes no deben sepan de nuestra existencia… Es… Es algo complicado. Vivir así, es duro… No poder hacer nada…

Ahora era el turno de _____ para posar su mano sobre el hombro de Antonio, quien la miraba con esos cálidos ojos verdes vidriosos por las lágrimas que amenazaban con salir.

—Al verte en esa situación, cuando Italia me pidió el favor… Quise ser de ayuda. Me sentí un poco rebelde, pero no hay nada más en este mundo que me haga tan feliz como ver a mi gente ser contenta con sus vidas —reveló la nación—. Sueño… Sueño con que algún día pueda sentir a todos felices, que améis tanto como yo os amo… Escuchar vuestras risas alegres... —declaró emocionado— Es un sentimiento que compartimos todos…

—Antonio-

—¡Pero no va de nosotros ahora! —le interrumpió, rompiendo el ambiente apesadumbrado que se había formado. Se frotó los ojos y se levantó ágil del sofá—. Va de ti —recalcó ofreciendo su mano para ayudarla a levantarse.

_____ no quiso insistir. Por cómo había reaccionado, parecía que Antonio no quería seguir hablando de ello. Así que le sonrió agradecida y tomó su mano. Sentía el pecho más ligero tras haber sacado lo que llevaba dentro.

—¡Venga, salgamos a comer fuera! —le invitó el alegre español— Así nos dará el aire a los dos, que nos conviene —sugirió formando una sonrisa genuina en sus labios.

—Eh… ¿Podemos esperar un momento a que se me deshinche un poco la cara? —solicitó la joven señalando sus ojos aún bastante hinchados. Antonio carcajeó.

—¡Faltaría más!

Dejo aquí la traducción de la expresión para no cortar el momento y porque es prácticamente igual que en español: Per l’amor de Déu: Por el amor de Dios.

Capítulo 2 🐞 Capítulo 4

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atom-writings · 8 months

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Summer time! May I ask what the axis (Prussia and Romano) have planned for the beach with their s/o versus the reality of the trip? 😂

Oh, to make this more fun I want this to be a group trip.

Happy Summer! ☀️

hetalia axis on a group beach trip with their s/o

1.1k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: they think ur hot. lol. thats it.

a/n: since this is my last weekend of summer its a perfect time to do this :sobsobsob: sorry anon

Italy

Expectation

There'll be plenty of pretty girls for him to flirt with! And more importantly, one VERY pretty person that he's gonna flirt with the most.

Hopefully, this time, he won't put one foot in the water and immediately shriek about how freezing it is.

He'll spend as much time with you as he does with his friends! Plus, now you can be closer to them! Hooray!

Maybe he'll get a little bit of a workout. He's not a big swimmer, but he'll try his hardest, just to impress you.

Reality

He'll spend a little too much time trying to get Kiku to get out of his shell. If you suggest that maybe he just doesn't want... Feliciano is taking it as a personal challenge.

He doesn't get a lot of swimming done. Just enough to balance out the ice cream he got for the two of you.

He ends up teasing Ludwig a lot about how girls are staring at him-

He usually only gets hit by Romano twice! (To be fair, he was totally asking for it.)

He'll drool over you for an... uncomfortable amount of time. Luckily, he knows how to be subtle. His words are absolutely NOT subtle though!

If no one knew you were dating him before, they will now.

He cannot stop kissing you.

He can't help it, ok? You're just too cute in that swimsuit!

Germany

Expectation

Everyone will enjoy his homecooked snacks and NOT spend money unnecessarily on some overpriced trash-

He'll only have to remind you and everyone else to put on sunscreen once, and will actually do so when he tells them to.

Feliciano will not hit his head on the bottom of the pool diving again, and if he does, Ludwig will not be the one who has to drive him to the doctor. Again.

Nothing will go wrong. Okay, something will go wrong, but it'll be something minor... please...

Reality

All of his friends constantly interrupt the two of you and drag you off to do something stupid

He was so careful! But... he still got sunburned on his back.

Halfway through the trip, he's done swimming because he's tired of Romano splashing him in the face when he's trying to get some ACTUAL EXCERCISE-

One of the lifeguards is a stupid teenager and of course, Ludwig is the one who ends up saving some poor kid. (He did not have to volunteer! But you know, “If I didn't, who would?”)

Everyone stares because god lord that man is shredded to hell and back.

( Someone tries hitting on him and he's so uncomfortable he pretends he doesn't speak English and runs away)

He still has a lovely time, because you're around, and that's all he needs to be happy.

Japan

Expectation

No one will talk to him. No one will look at him. It will not be too hot and he won't have to swim. Please. Please do not make him swim.

Actually, you can talk to and look at him. Maybe Ludwig can. But only that.

Hopefully, he won't be forced to eat terrible beach food. He packed a sandwich. That's enough, right?

All he wants is to sit in the shade with you and read quietly, away from all the noise and heat of the beachfront.

Reality

Feliciano is gonna drag him in the water, and he'll trip. And fall. Into the water. And he'll be all wet for the rest of the day. And he'll hate it. So much.

Barely gets to read his book for multiple reasons.

Halfway through the trip, he's completely wiped out from the heat. You'll probably have to help with sunscreen, too.

Anytime any of you bring him down to the water, he tries to bring up a bunch of random facts to get you to stop.

(”Don't you know there's jellyfish in this country? I do not want to get stung!“ ”THIS IS A LAKE!“)

Kiku is much more suited for an arcade than a beach. He's too much of an old man for it. He's glad you're having fun, though.

Romano

Expectation

You'll pass out from how hot he is

He WON'T give in and eat any of the disgusting, insulting beach food.

He'll be able to completely ignore everyone but you, including the stupid, loud Germans!

The heat won't bother him. He's a Mediterranean country for god's sake, he's used to it being hot!

Hopefully, and he really prayed for this, he'll get a nice tan and not more sunburnt.

Feliciano won't interrupt his peace and relaxation. And if he does, he won't run away as Romano tries to smack him with a rolled-up magazine.

Reality

He ends up getting super insecure about his body in comparison to everyone else (Cough, cough, Ludwig and Gilbert,) and you'll have to coax him to not constantly wear his towel.

Any time not spent bothering others is spent with you while relaxing in a pool floatie.

He's so unused to exercise that he gets hungry and tired almost immediately.

He tries his best to ignore the other beachgoers in favour of you, but he can't stop getting annoyed by everyone else OR subtly flirting with others.

(He's just in a bad mood, he doesn't mean any of it.)

As soon as he sees you, he can't help staring. He just thinks you're so stunning when you're wearing so little...

Prussia

Expectation

He's gonna get so sunburnt that he's in pain for weeks.

You and him are gonna race in the water, and he's gonna WIN!

He'll finally get to show off his rockin' bod without being seen as a douchebag.

Plus, he'll get to see your body too. Even better.

(I'm telling you now, if your stomach spills out of your swimsuit, he's gonna get so attracted to you, he'll get dizzy and have to sit down.)

When (If) girls stare at him for being so hot, he'll get to show off that he's dating YOU, which in his opinion, you're even hotter than him. Then they'll get jealous and stop looking at him! (Not how that works, but whatever.)

Reality

He's gonna get so sunburnt that he's in pain for weeks. This is inevitable.

Gilbert will quickly become pretty bored just swimming, so you and him will build a nice big sand castle (He insists on making one replicating a castle he used to live in.)

He'll sneak up behind Ludwig and grab his ankles, swimming away before he can see him. Just for fun.

He's gonna ask you if you're drowning. Regardless of what you say, he's picking you up bridal style and carrying you out of the water. Just because he thinks it'd be hot. (”I'm saving you, Liebling! I take kisses in payment-“)

Romano will hate it, but Gilbert definitely will try to force him down a slide if there are any.

#heta tag #hetalia x reader #hetalia imagines #feliciano tag #ludwig tag #kiku tag #gilbert tag #romano tag #aph prussia x reader #hws germany x reader #hws japan x reader #aph japan x reader #hws prussia x reader #aph germany x reader #aph italy x reader #hws italy x reader #aph romano x reader #hws romano x reader #romano vargas x reader

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sweetdreamsfanfic · 2 months

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What happened to the hetalia fandom?

Either way, would anyone be interested in more of the og fanfics? Aka the “Hetalia bf scenarios” and a 1p/2p series

Genuinely getting back into it but there’s like no fresh content 😭😭

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lilac-amethyst-skies · 9 months

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(If you do multiples or please choose one you like best) Romano, Italy, and Denmark walking in on their gf fast asleep on the couch or bay window having been reading. Stormy night outside, candles or fireplace lit, her book on her lap and glasses slightly askew. Plus size again please? You are truly amazing!! ❤️❤️❤️😍😍😍

Romano, Italy, Denmark X Plus-sized!Reader on a stormy night

Romano; Lovino had had a terribly long day. The stresses from work and life seemed to wear him down a little more than usual today. And now, as if to top it all off, it was absolutely pouring rain outside. Not even the weather would give him a break and the moment he got out of the car, Lovino became pelted with the ongoing rainstorm, leaving him soaked to the bone.

Lovino cursed under his breath.

He was sure this day really couldn’t get any worse.

Trudging up to the entrance of his home, he ripped open the door and slipped inside. Never had he been more thankful for the respite of his house. Lovino hopped a bit clumsily toward the bathroom, attempting to spare the hardwood flooring with little luck. He snatched a towel and did his best to dry himself off but couldn’t find himself trying too hard. His clothes would be coming off to be thrown into the wash anyhow.

With that idea in mind, he set off down the hallway. Lovino made a passing glance at the study on his way and stopped his brisk walk when he caught sight of you. Lovino hardly felt his wet clothes anymore when his eyes drank you in. Stepping further into the room, he found you fast asleep in that little nook in the window. You loved that bay window. To the point that Lovino had bought cushions to make it more comfortable for you to sit in—or, in this case, sleep in.

Your glasses were endearingly askew on your face, and it made Lovino chuckle out a breath. You made it easy for a smile to find his lips, and for that he was so thankful. Here, you looked so gentle and soft and entirely peaceful. So unaware of the world around you as the weather crashed outside.

Lovino found himself right beside you and couldn’t stop the urge to brush a few pieces of hair away from your face.

As cute as this was, he figured you would be terribly sore if you slept like this all night. The window was good for a nap, but not for a full night’s sleep. So, regretfully, Lovino decided to wake you.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and still leaning over you whispered, “Sweetheart?”

You mumbled a bit in response, and he could only smile.

“You should move to the bed. It’s not good for you to sleep here all night.”

Finally, you opened your eyes to look at him. After fixing your glasses and a deep yawn, you nodded and sleepily found yourself on your feet, swaying a little too much in the process. Lovino was quick to steady you, but his proximity had you accidentally bumping into him. Your brow furrowed in confusion.

“Why are your clothes all wet?”

“Probably because it’s raining outside,” Lovino talked a bit too smartly and nodded toward the bay window to further drive his point. You shot him a look. Typically, you looked more ferocious, but due to you being so tired you were hardly a threat.

Lovino only laughed as you found your way to the bedroom.

Italy; These nights felt so easy. It was entirely too lucky how the storm started on your cozy night in. The wind howled and the rain hit harshly against the paned window, but here, Feliciano’s arms were wrapped around you just right and everything was as warm and comfortable as it could ever be. The two of you had leaned back on the couch. With your head rested on his chest, you could feel the rhythmic beating of his heart stirring. At first, his heartbeat was racing at a rampant pace, but the more you settled into the evening the more it calmed. Comfortable just as you were.

You had to admit, Feliciano providing his body heat was the least he could do, considering he was the one that had woken you up. Sometime earlier Feliciano had found you fast asleep on the living room couch. You’d started the fireplace, and after having wrapped yourself in blankets it seemed as though you couldn’t stay awake any longer.

Even now, Feliciano saw you struggling to hang onto your consciousness. The ambience of flickering candles you’d lit prior was hardly helping either. Your hair was charmingly messy, and your glasses were clumsily hung askew on your face. Feliciano pressed a smile to the back of your head, hugging you a little tighter. He closed his eyes taking in the scent of your hair.

He loved you like this.

Your breaths became slower and slower, and eventually they were steady and easy. You had fallen back asleep. Just as you were before, but this time you both were able to enjoy this rest together.

You nestled your face into his chest, and your glasses would have fallen off if Feliciano hadn’t grabbed them in time. As silently and carefully as possible, he placed them on the nearby end table. He knew you wouldn’t forgive him if he woke you up twice in one day. Though the thought did make him laugh a bit.

Feliciano allowed himself to sink into the cushions. No stress, no work—just the warmth of the fireplace and most importantly, you.

Denmark; Matthias gently closed the front door to your shared home. The warmth of the house kissed his face, and he already felt his chilled skin begin to soothe from the bite of the wintery, wet storm. He began to shed his gloves, his coat, his boots. All the while, Matthias was being uncharacteristically quiet while the wind howled outside. He had noticed the lack of lights the moment he drove in. Though, you had graciously left the lamp on in the entryway so that he would be able see what he was doing.

Odds are, you were already fast asleep. Curled up in the bed—warmly inviting.

Matthias let out a deep, relaxed sigh at the thought. It’d been a long day, and he wanted nothing more than to find his place right next to you. Without further ado, Matthias easily started his way up the stairs. In reaching the second floor, he had intended to make it all the way down the hall to the bedroom, but his eyes were drawn to the flickering light coming from the reading room instead.

It was then that he could also hear soft music playing. The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile.

Maybe you were still awake?

Matthias quickly learned that this assumption was not the case. Leaning against the frame of the doorway, he took you in fondly. The light from the fireplace danced across your skin in a lovely dance as you slept comfortably on the couch. You had even gone so far as to light a few extra candles that left a delightful scent to the room.

After a moment, Matthias left his spot in the doorframe to make his way over to you. Upon further inspection, the book you had been reading was still loosely held in your hands resting against your lap. Your breath was easy and deep, and with the way your head tilted in your slumber, Matthias was impressed that your glasses hadn’t fallen off and onto the floor below.

Matthias held back a laugh as he snuck up beside you at the foot of the couch. Gently crouching down to your level, Matthias rested on his knees. Slowly and carefully, he attempted to readjust your glasses so that they would sit on your face right. Unfortunately, the tickle at your face was undeniable and you drew a quick breath in.

Matthias froze. His hand still hovering by your glasses.

Upon opening your eyes, you jolted a bit, obviously not expecting anyone to be there. You sleepily took in Matthias’ face and his hand right next to your face.

“…What are you doing?”

“Fixing…your glasses?”

You huffed out a laugh in response, sitting up a bit and putting a little distance between you both.

“What time is it?”

“Late.”

You could hear the fondness in his tone. So much so that you leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. Matthias hummed sweetly.

“We should probably get to bed then…” your reasonable tone quickly shifted into childishness as you dramatically stretched out your arms, whining, “Carry me.”

Matthias dramatically rolled his eyes as he all too easily bundled you into his arms and lifted you off the couch. Playful laughter fell out of you as he brought you down the hallway and to the bedroom.

#hetalia #headcanon #aph hetalia #hws hetalia #hetalia x reader #fanfiction #request #aph romano #hws romano #lovino vargas #aph south italy #hws south italy #aph italy #hws italy #feliciano vargas #aph denmark #hws denmark #matthias køhler #drabble

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where-the-pearls · 2 years

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How would they kiss you (gifs)

Axis

North Italy/Feliciano Vargas

Germany/Ludwig Beilschmidt

Japan/Kiku Honda

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt

South Italy/Lovino Vargas

#aph hetalia #hetalia #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia headcanons #hetalia x reader #aph romano #aph prussia #aph italy #aph germany #aph japan #kiku honda #ludwig beilschmidt #lovino vargas #feliciano vargas #gilbert beilschmidt #hetalia fluff #hetalia gif

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appleandsnow · 3 months

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Feliciano and Pasta

You've decided to get home early and surprise Feli.

You leave work early and buy a bouquet of Feli's favourite flowers, blissfully unaware of the soon to come rain.

Getting home in the rain was a hassle and by the time you reach your door, you're completely soaked.

Feli opens the door with a sunshine-y smile.

"Ciao, bella!"

You hold up the flowers and he immediately starts fussing with them and over you.

After you get changed, you join Feli in the kitchen. He was making pasta with your droopy flowers decorating the table. It makes you happy and when he kisses you in greeting, you smile into the kiss.

Things always seemed better when Feliciano was around with a bright smile.

#hetalia #hetalia fluff #hws hetalia #feliciano vargas #north italy #feliciano fluff #hws Feliciano vargas #hws italy #hws veneziano #hws north italy #hetalia x reader #aph x reader

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headingalaxys-spicy · 1 year

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how would Feliciano react to his darling taking him to a reptile expo? I wanna show him the skinks and monitors and snakes and chameleons! maybe even a cuvier's dwarf caiman!

Since Feliciano loves animals, he's 100% open to liking reptiles. Anything to make his Cara/Caro happy he'll do it.

When he finally meets the legendary Skinks you'd been chattering to him endlessly about. He will at first be weary of the small, scally creature. He does his best to not let you know that he's nervous. Although you could tell from his somewhat clammy hand and the harsh way that he bit down on his upper lip. The excitement that glazed over you (eye color) prompted him to take a deep breath.

'I'm not in danger. Just look at how happy Y/N is.'

You were chatting happily with one of the many reptile experts with a rare blue tongue Skink in their terrarium. He heard how hard you had to hold back an audible squeal. You wanted to maintain your composure and not seem like you were a child who'd just been set free inside of a toy store where anything you touched was yours.

"Hey Feli! Come take a look; this is the lizard I told you about earlier!" You wave him over to take a closer look at the sluggishly paced lizard as it lazily played with a plastic red ball. Its elongated electric blue tongue even seemed tired.

His amber eyes will watch the creature mill about in its enclosure. It won't take him long to understand why you're so enamored by a reptile-like this.

"Ve~ Look at its chubby legs! How cute! It's like this lizard needs a siesta!"

The owner of the small lizard smirks and offers to put it in the water. He wants to impress his viewers.

Want to see what this beauty can do in better in water than on land?

"YES!" You practically shout, knowing what's next, considering that you've been wanting a Skink for years now. People passing by could practically see your excitement pouring out from your eyes like a firecracker ready to burst.

The owner gently places the skink in the small baby pool near your feet. Once the skink's white-ish grey scales touch the water:

The way it slid through the water made Feliciano's jaw drop.

"WOW, Sorprendente! I didn't know lizards could swim fast like that!"

We'll let's just say you've sold him on liking lizards. Especially if they have chubby legs and they can swim.

#hws italy #hws #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia fandom #answered #hetalia headcanons #feliciano vargas #aph headcanons #hetalia fanfiction writers #hetalia x you #hetalia x reader #headingalaxys writes headcannons #headingalaxys spicy

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erina-writes-headcanons · 2 years

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Italy, Canada, and Japan's reaction to s/o doing parkour.

Feliciano Vargas, Matthew Williams and Kiku Honda's Reaction of S/O Doing Parkour.

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Gender: Neutral:

Warning: Mention of Injuries and blood

A/N: Please don't do this unless you are a professional. I am not going to responsible if you read this and decide to wanna try these actions. Also, the picture is not mine and credit to the owner.

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Feliciano Vargas

Feliciano gives me a double signal here, and I have a little trouble with his reaction because I am sure that he would give two reactions (or more).

The first one he would be proud of or in awe, he would think you are a badass because you can jump from another building to another building like in those action movies.

Especially if you can do some kind of dangerous tricks while jumping from another height to another height, showing your skill like a pro.

I can also see that Feliciano wants to try it but once he sees the ground is far away from the building. You can guess, that he would run away and prefer to stay away.

You can see that he even shed some tears when he sees the height and whines like a baby once he realizes that parkour is very scary for him.

Another reaction is that he is worried if you get any injuries after you have done parkour around in dangerous places, especially if you happened to twist your ankle or your wrist, or even a broken bone.

When I said worry, it's not like he is standing there and told you to be careful. No, instead he would cling to you and whines with tears scrolling from his eyes.

"NO BELLA/BELLO. PLEASE DON'T DIE ON ME! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU DIE!!" He would definitely scream like that as he clung himself to you.

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Slipping your foot inside of the sneakers, you began jumping as you were standing in front of an enormous wall, getting heated up and ready to climb the wall and jump over it. As you can see, you have done this a lot, especially back then when you were with your best friends who also enjoy parkour.

You did not sense another person watching you from far away as his brown eyes were surprisingly open, instead of closing. His lips were popped into an 'o' shape, curiosity clearly written all over his face. This is his first time seeing you doing parkour because mostly the two of you mostly stay in the house and cook pasta together.

Feliciano was curious why did you keep jumping repeatedly until you gave yourself a boost, running towards the wall, jumping really high as both of your hands grabbed the edge of the wall, pulling your entire weight as you got higher from the wall before climbing it, having a zero difficulty to climb the flat wall.

Feliciano gasped, closes his eyes and jumped backwards, he did not expect you were able to climb the wall with no support such as rope or ladder. Instead, you jump over it and climb it easily like a cat would when roaming from another area to other areas.

Hearing the loud gasp from Feliciano, you turn around to see your boyfriend watching you with awe even though both of his eyes were closed. "....How much you see my action, Feli?" You ask your boyfriend.

"Everything bella/bello! You are so awesome! Can you teach me how to do parkour?" He smiles giddily.

"Are...you sure? It's quite dangerous. You would be scared," you were unsure if you are able to teach your cowardly boyfriend.

"Nonsense Bella/Bello! I am sure that once I can do parkour like you, we can do parkour together!" He huffs, still smiling happily.

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You were right about one thing that you should not have brought him at all. Taking a deep breath, you massage the bridge of your nose, annoyed by Feli's antics as he was crying and his arms wrapped around you. You swore it feels like dating a baby and not a guy when he's like this.

"BELLA/BELLO!!! THE JUMP IS TOO HIGH!! I'M TOO SCARED" he cried, hugging you harder than before.

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Kiku Honda

I am also lost with Kiku Honda's reaction if you are his S/O who can do parkour because he's not really a reactive character like Feliciano or America.

However. I can see one of his reactions if he knows that you can do parkour. One of them is a worrying feeling, he is scared if you ended up with broken bones or a heavy injury.

Before you can jump and climb from a wall to another wall, he will stand in front of you with his blank stare and trying to stop you as he apologize to you.

"I am sorry (Y/N)-chan/(Y/N)-kun. I am not arrowing you to do a parkour because it is very dangerous for you. I do not want you to injure yourself," he would say those while blocking you.

However, if you are stubborn and push him away because you truly love parkour. He would let you be but he would let you fo parkour but he would stay and watch over you, already prepared with any kind of medic kit if you ended up injured.

Another reaction that I can see is that he would be secretly proud even though he would not tell his opinion that you are a badass for having the ability to do parkour.

He knows that you already train a lot and that's why during the timeline when the two of you just start dating, he saw many scars on your arms and legs.

He was worried and thought the scars were because you had a fight with someone and had bad injuries from it until you told him that the scars are from parkour. He was relieved and thinks you are strong.

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A pair of blank dark brown eyes stare at his partner as he can feel the lump in his throat making him harder to breathe like a normal person as his heart beating crazy as if there was no tomorrow. He couldn't bare to see the sight in front of his eyes as he did not believe what he was seeing, trying to deny it.

It was you that stood on top of an enormous wall and getting ready to jump to the other wall without any safety or a mat underneath the walls. His eyes widened as you began jumping before pushing your limit to smart running before calculating the step and jump over the edge of the wall.

Both of your hands grabbed the edge of the another well as your foot landed on the wall, almost falling off and endangering your bottom area. He couldn't help but let out a tiny yelp when he saw those actions and quickly closed his eyes in case there is any sounds of crashing but it did not happen at all.

Opening his eyes, he saw that you did pull the jumping from other wall trick and you were able to climb the wall safely with a little bit of difficulty since the wall is a little bit slippery.

As you get down carefully, Kiku marches up at you and you could tell that the short Japanese man in front of you is angry. Even if his eyes were blank, the anger was written all over his face.

"(Y/N)-San/Kun/chan/ What were you thinking? What you did was very restless. You could have farr from that height and ended up broken bones," Kiku crosses his arms, scolding you as if you were a kid.

"Darin (Darling), you don't need to worry. I'm a pro at parkour. I was just practising for the upcoming game," You told your boyfriend.

"Stirr, it is very dangerous. I need you to come here, (Y/N)-san/kun/chan" he still scolds you in a worried manner.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly and carefully goes down from the wall by the ladder on next to you and trudges to your Japanese boyfriend. You were a little bit surprised when he grabbed both of your hands because you know he doesn't like a physical contact as Kiku pulls the gloves on your hand carefully to see some little scratches.

His face immediately turns a little bit blue as he sees the scratches on your hands but it was gone in a second and taking out the antiseptic from his bag, "Here. This is for the scratch. Next time, prease be carefur- Danna (Husband)/Yome (Wifey)."

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Matthew Williams

I am also lost with Matthew Williams's reaction if his s/o can do parkour and it is a little bit harder than Kiku Honda's reaction. In fact, I can see that he has several reactions and one of them is worry.

Just like the rest, he is worried if you ended up injuring yourself because of the parkour. He hates to see if you accidentally twist your ankles or wrist or if he sees a fresh would, especially broken bones. He would be panicked.

Unlike Kiku Honda, I can see Matthew is less panicking that Kiku if he sees the injuries. If Kiku Honda would sweating bullets and his actions would be a little bit rash, he would be a little bit calmer than Kiku.

I can see that he is more prepared than Kiku and since he is taller and bigger than Kiku, it would be easy for him to pick you up carefully and bring you to the nearest hospital instead of panicking if you ended up injured.

I can see he would scold you but not in a higher voice, his scold would be even less harsh than Kiku and a little bit more gentle than him.

"(Y/N), you should be careful the next time when you did a parkour. That was really dangerous what you did and I was scared when I saw you land on one of your ankles and seeing you in pain," he is angry but not too angry.

Other than worry, I can see another reaction that he will show when you are doing parkour is that he would try to encourage you to do safer hobbies.

Safer hobbies I mean as in hiking together with safety as the two of you sightseeing the view of the forest and the peaceful creatures inside of it but he wouldn't force you if you don't want it.

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Pulling the zipper of your bag, your hands grab the shoes on top of the couch along with the medical kit, towel, bottle of water, and handkerchief. Slinging the strap of the bag, you were ready to say goodbye to your boyfriend to go out and practice parkour together with your friends.

Before you could mutter out some words, you could see a pair of purple eyes from the kitchen as he looks at you with crossed arms and a frown on your boyfriend's face. It was clear that Matthew is not going to let you go out once you see the pose he's in but you realy want to practice your parkour skill.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask him.

"Maple, I don't want to be harsh on you but remember a few week ago after your practice?" Matthew asks.

"...No? I don't feel anything though," you lied.

"...Show me your right ankles then, maple," Matthew squinted his eyes, suspicious with the way you divert your eyes from his eyes.

"I'm fine though. Seriously, you don't need to worry. I man, I still can walk," you keep trying to lie your way out.

"...Maple..." he takes a deep breath as the glint n his eyes were gone.

"...Fine. I won't do parkour," the edge of your lives curved downward.

As you walk away, Matthew could not help but feel guilty. He knows that you really love parkour because of the sensation and the adrenalin you got from it but let's rewind what happened a few weeks ago when your were parkour together with your friend as something horrible happened to you.

↠ Flashback ↞

As you running together with your friend and racing with each other to reach from jumping the edge of another building to another building. All of you had fun together as the gust of the wind hit against your soft skin, giving you a cold sensation from it.

From far, you could see some woods that you could climb. Your eyes drift to your friend's eyes who also looking at you with excitement in their eyes. The edge of your lips curved upwards before looking at those woods and running together with your friends however it did not occur to you and your friends that the wood isn't strong enough and because of that. You fall off as you landed on one of your feet, earning a twisted ankle as you scream in pain.

Once Matthew heard the news of you were injured from the call of your friends, he immediately rush himself to the hospital to see your condition and when he see your ankle was bandaged. Guilt washes over him, he couldn't stand to see you in pain as he wraps his arms around you, promising to himself to protect you at all costs.

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sosauced · 1 year

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would i be able to have germany love?

Germany x fem reader imagines

Minors DNI.

-Ludwig being so focussed on his paperwork that he doesn’t even seem to notice you, his cute little secretary, bending over the table to try and get him to look your way, but later on when his work is all finished he gently bends you over the edge of your desk and clicks his tongue “y/n, don’t distract me when I have work to do, it took way longer to finish up today because of your actions.”

-Ludwig being a long term friend of yours from a transfer program and when you two get to meet up for coffee he’s brought you flowers. You accept them wholeheartedly and he’s shy about it til you kiss him in the cheek. Once you cross a physical touch barrier with him he’s practically tearing off your clothes right there in the parking lot.

-Ludwig, fucked out and catching his breath. that’s it, just the mental image alone makes me wanna jump those bones.

-Getting a glimpse of how big Ludwig is when you go swimming with him and his trunks decide to show you the outline of his dick.

-🥵🥵🥵🥵LUDWIG TAKING SWEATY SELFIES AT THE GYM AND YOU CAN SEE HIS OUTLINE THROUGH HIS SWEATS 🥵🥵🥵🥵 I’m all about dick print.

-Like ok listen I’m not into blonds but Ludwig pushing his locks out of his face as he’s plowing into you missionary style, bottoming out as he pushes his entire length into you and saying “that’s it, that’s it, you can do it, sweetheart.”

-IMAGINE RIDING AND GRINDING YOUR PUSSY ONTO LUDWIGS BIG GIANT MANLY HANDS, He has those big man fingers so getting fucked with one is like being fucked by 2.

-Ludwig eating you out by holding you up,your legs over his shoulders and your back pressed against a wall.

-Ludwig trashing and ripping his clothes by accident during a drunken brawl, he’s got a bruised eye and a bloody nose, you can see the skin of his broad shoulders from under the tears in his seams.

-Ludwig being SO embarrassed the first time he opens a naked pic you sent him but you see “Ludwig screenshot your photo” pop up moments after. He doesn’t know Snapchat records that type of stuff.

-Ludwig just hanging with Kiku and Feliciano when he picks up his phone for the table, and plays an audio recording you sent him. “Aaah~ mmm oh fuck me lud-“ he whips his phone at the nearest wall and keeps eating like nothing happened.

-Getting spanked by Ludwig when you’re acting up!

-LUDWIG BEING A PROF WHOS CLASS YOU ATTENDED SHORTLY, AND HERE HE IS FUCKING YOU ON HIS DESK JUST BECAUSE YOU ASKED HIM TOO.

-Having scary dog privilege and no one fucking with you or even looking at you when you go anywhere with him, it’s like having your own personal body guard.

-Treating Ludwig by letting him eat you out when you’re dressed as a cat girl. He’s a SUCKER for cat girls.

#hetalia #hetalia imagines #hetalia x reader #hetalia headcanons #hetalia lemons #hetalia smut #hetalia x fem!reader #aph germany #hws germany #hetalia germany #ludwig beilschmidt #18+

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bloodyselfshipping · 1 year

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I love your Hetalia main eight headcanons, how would they be with an British s/o? Cuz I personally believe that with France and America would be funny ^____^

(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) British S/O!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N it isnt as funny as you probably expected (i cant help but be sappy) but i hope u like it <3 ALSO two requests already?!?!?! im loisng my mind over here keep em comin

This is also hysterical to him. Like, he’s always had so many issues with the British and now he’s in LOVE with a British person?! What reality is this?!

Because your native language is English like his, he’ll completely forget that the UK is not like the US.

“What do you mean you’ve never had Snickers salad?! Everyone has!”

“Hold on… what did you just say I need to get?... a “bog roll”? Wh- are you kidding me? You’re making that one up.”

Probably a little bitch about it not going to lie. He respects where you come from, but he’s probably gonna insist on things being more American than British.

Alfred has been to the UK many times, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t gonna be very whiney about it. Except when it comes to your family, who he LOVES. Seriously, he would be so great with your relatives.

Obviously, as a British person himself, this is not out of the ordinary at all. Most likely his S/O would be British, I can’t see him having much of a thing for foreigners anymore.

But he is very happy that he doesn’t have to simplify how he talks, god forbid learn another language.

He appreciates having a S/O that he doesn’t have to explain anything about his country to. He can go on living his life the same way (which is so frustratingly important to him) and you’ll have no problem.

It’s always comforting to him knowing his S/O lives in his country, it removes so much pressure off his shoulders.

Oh boy, oh lord, what is Arthur going to say! Having to put all of his constant British-specific insults aside because now his S/O is what he’s always hated!

“Those rostbif l'idiotes, they’re d- oh, my apologies. I- uh… that doesn’t include you, my love.”

He’s definitely gonna insist you learn French. He says it’s because he wants to distance you from Arthur, but really he just thinks your accent is so cute-

Francis knows a lot about British culture, so you probably won’t have to explain anything to him. But he’s definitely gonna try to immerse you in his own culture, no pressure of course.

It’s really a surprise to him how little your nationality bothers him. I guess love can always change a man’s heart <3

Depending on the time period, Yao’s reaction would vary. Nowadays, he doesn’t really care that much. But if it was any earlier, he would be so ashamed of himself!

He’d try to teach you Mandarin, but that wouldn’t last long. His version of Mandarin is a mess of like 50 dead dialects, and he would get real annoyed when you mess it up, sorry /:

Yao has had to deal with foreigners so much nowadays, he doesn’t care much to learn about your country or teach you about his. He’ll assume you already know about his culture.

He doesn’t like traveling, but he’ll always make an exception for you and your family <3 Just… be aware he’s gonna try to get you to move to China constantly.

Ivan would quite like this arrangement actually! He’s always had an admiration for the UK, plus now he has something to bother Arthur with-

He wouldn’t care much about the language thing (he might even try stopping you from learning Russian,) but if you make fun of his bad English he would take it so personally ):

He wants you to take him on tours around where you’ve lived in the UK!!! Tell him everything!!! No one usually wants him to visit their country, so he’s very excited to come home with you!

Fully embraces your multi-cultural little family unit!

Frankly, I don’t think Feliciano would have much of a reaction. Him and Arthur are not close, but he’s never had any real animosity for the country. He loves foreigners, where exactly you’re from doesn’t make much difference!

Loves speaking to you in Italian! He thinks your confused and flushed face is just the cutest.

As much as he likes hearing about your country, he is way more excited to show you the sights and sounds of his own.

Gives you a lot of homemade cultural foods but forgets you’re British and makes them way too … seasoned.

You may be from across the continent, but you’ll always be his persona amata.

Despite Ludwig’s general annoyance towards British politics, he actually quite likes that his S/O is British! He finds a lot to enjoy about the culture.

Will insist that you teach him about growing up in the UK. He just finds it fascinating!

German and English are relatively similar languages, so he’ll suggest you learn at least a little. But he’s not gonna push you on it, your accent is terrible anyway.

You guys probably live and eat very similarly, since Ludwig has adapted very quickly to globalization. Very convenient for you, very annoying for Gilbert.

Overall, this would be a great relationship. Ludwig would be very casual about you being British (cough cough, Alfred)

Generally, Kiku finds most Europeans quite annoying to deal with, but he’ll always make an exception for you <3

Considering how Arthur reacted to Japanese, he’s not even gonna try to get you to learn. He’ll teach you if you ask nicely, but only then.

He’s not very into teaching you about Japan, more casually explains cultural things as they come up.

He would love to go back to the UK with you! He’s very touristy, and would love if you are too.

Kiku is always willing to set aside any bias or personal history aside for you <3

#holy shit i hate tagging these so much #hetalia imagines #hetalia x reader #aph america x reader #hws america x reader #aph england x reader #hws england x reader #aph france x reader #hws france x reader #aph china x reader #hws china x reader #aph russia x reader #hws russia x reader #aph italy x reader #hws italy x reader #aph germany x reader #hws germany x reader #aph japan x reader #hws japan x reader

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worldheadcanons · 1 year

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☆ vamptalia: gifting them a personal portrait!

starring. . . gender neutral, painter!reader and france + north italy.

author notes; vampire au!hetalia = vamptalia… i feel like a genius for thinking of that. feel free comment any other characters or monster types you’d like to see, i love writing for this sort of stuff.

francis bonnefoy!

— you’ve overheard your beloved complain many times about not seeing his own reflection. it’s lighthearted for the most part, but every now and then you can hear some pain in his voice. the only image francis has of himself is a foggy picture eroded by time. in other words, he relies solely on memory. after so many years on this earth, all he really remembers is his hair and eye color. he knows nothing of the little things that make up the big picture of his face. the highs and lows, the nooks and crannies— every special detail that you’ve come to grow fond of. they’re all long forgotten by him.

— it was… hard.. working on this gift. okay, hard was an understatement. it was close to impossible. you couldn’t take a picture and save it for later, so you had to have him sit still for you. in order to keep your gift a surprise, you told him that you needed a model for a difficult pose. he agreed and was eager to help you out. even so… francis was hard to deceive. there were many times during the painting process where he tried to peek at the picture. he’d ask a question, pretending to be concerned about the pose in order to lure you away from your work. you quickly learned that bonnefoy was a verypersuasive man. almost too persuasive. fortunately, you had managed to tough it out.

— finally, after weeks of slaving away, your work had paid off. you brought the finished painting to his home, grinning from ear to ear. he asked you what the fuss was about but you just ignored his questions and sat him down. then, you pulled back the covers and revealed the fruits of your labor. “ta-da! what do you think?”

— “it’s…. gorgeous.”

— it was a painting of him, which was wonderful in and of itself. however, what francis really enjoyed about the painting was that you had painted it. he was essentially seeing himself through your eyes. he was almost thrown off at how handsome you had made him... does he really look that good? he almost felt giddy. after a moment or two of initial shock he stood up and came close to the painting, wishing to inspect it further. he lifted his hand almost as if he wanted to touch it, to caress his own face.

— the look on his face was that of complete and utter gratefulness. a tear or two streamed down his face, which would be concerning had you not seen the huge smile plastered on his face. they were tears of joy. bonnefoy’s voice was quiet. more gentle than weak. “i love it… i can’t thank you enough, *mon chéri.. ah, how will i ever show my gratitude for this.”

— you were quick to come to his side, pressing your lips to his cheek for a quick kiss. “it’s nothing, really. how about we hang it up? a handsome face like that deserves to be seen by the world. or at least, by the two of us.”

— he wiped his eyes and chuckled but he didn’t make an effort to disagree. francis really wouldn’t mind having his portrait hung up somewhere.. but then again, it just might be better having it here. a private beauty, viewed only by those important to him.

feliciano vargas!

— it didn’t take long for you to realize something was off about feliciano. as the two of you grew closer and you entered a relationship, he revealed to you that he was a vampire. this revelation lead to a discussion, and from this discussion you learned many things. for example, one thing you learned is that vargas hasn’t been a vampire for too long. maybe a century or so, give or take. he explained that he tried his best to keep up with current trends and ideas— for the most part, he was doing good at being modern. another fact is that, due to him being a vampire for around a century, feliciano hasn’t seen himself in a long while. even so, he remembers what he looks like pretty well.

— after that talk, things continued on smoothly. your relationship had its ups and downs just like any other. anyways, fast forward to now. you had decided that as an anniversary gift, you would paint feliciano a personal portrait. painting was one of your favorite hobbies. you knew that you could do great at painting him. plus, he was fond of the arts, so you were certain that he’d really appreciate it. he’d look at it and remember his own beauty. and of course, he’d remember the person who painted it, that person being you. it was perfect!

— it wasn’t too hard to hide the gift from him. he was more than happy to model for you without asking a lot of questions. vargas was a simple man. he was too busy enjoying the fact that he got to spend any sort of time with you to interrogate you. the painting itself wasn’t too complicated, just a picture of him with a nice brown background. you tried to make it like those royal portraits. feliciano would get a kick out of that.

— he seemed to enjoy the beach a lot, so that was where you revealed your painting to him. you waited until it was the evening before bringing him out to the nearest beach. any sunlight would ruin the mood so you made sure it was after sunset. vargas wanted to play in the water so you pulled the painting out of your bag and set it up, leaving it on the sand with a white sheet covering it. after you two had your fun playing in the water, you decided to give him his anniversary gift. you pulled the sheet off the painting for a dramatic reveal. the portrait seemed to be enhanced by the light of the moon, something that you hadn’t expected but benefited from nonetheless. everything about the big unveil was utterly.. glorious.

— you tried your best to gauge his response but it was hard to tell what exactly was on his mind. “so… what do you think?”

— one minute, radio silence. the next, he’s wrapping his arms around you. feliciano was a whirlwind of emotion. he pulled you into a hug so tight, you almost felt suffocated. almost. “*è perfetta! oh, mi piace così tanto..”

— you had no idea what he meant but you reveled in the sound of him speaking his mother tongue. after tightly embracing you, he started peppering you in kisses. your cheeks, your lips, your forehead.. even your neck. it was then that you truly knew this reaction was a positive one. this was the reaction of a man madly in love.. a man full of gratitude. a man who was simply overflowing with affection for his lover.. you were glad that lover was you. “i take it this means you like it?”

— vargas paused his flurry of kisses for a moment, facing you with a smile, “i love it. and i love you.”

— you grinned and leaned in to kiss his lips. that was all you really wanted to hear.

☆ TRANSLATIONS. — *”mon cheri” means my dear/my sweetheart. i used the masculine form because that’s more gender neutral. let me know if there’s a better phrase to use out there! — *”è perfetta! oh, mi piace così tanto.” should translate to “it’s perfect, oh i love it so much.”

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tigretulipa · 7 months

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A pesar del pronóstico soleado que se esperaba para ese sábado, _____ se había despertado por el ruido intenso de las gotas golpeando las persianas. Quería seguir durmiendo, pero se había desvelado y le estaba resultando imposible.

—Pues nada —suspiró pasado un tiempo y sin poder aún regresar al reino de Morfeo. Lentamente, se incorporó, su espalda crujiendo en el proceso, y una mueca se le dibujó en el rostro. Con movimientos vagos y torpes fue subiendo las persianas del piso para que entrara la poca luz que había.

Era temprano y su cuerpo le gritaba que volviera a la cama, calentita y suave. Extremadamente tentador, pero tenía planes para ese día y trabajo acumulado por hacer en casa. Ya descansaría el domingo.

Se paró frente a la ventana que había en la cocina y la abrió, dejando que el olor a lluvia y brisa fresca de primavera empaparan su hogar. Sus ojos cansados observaban la calle mientras el aire le acariciaba la cara apoyada sobre sus brazos en la repisa de la ventana. Junto a la lluvia, resonaban en la calle algunas rejas y persianas de vecinos y comercios, la mañana se iba desarrollando con lentitud.

Tras una última ojeada, se dispuso a calentar agua para el té, puso dos rebanadas de pan en la tostadora y sacó de la nevera el queso para untar, algunos tomates cherri y hojas de rúcula que había comprado la tarde anterior. Se había levantado con hambre y hacía días que le daba vueltas a esas tostadas. Un generoso chorro de aceite de oliva y una pizca de sal y aleh, bon appétit (buen provecho).

Como la tetera aún no silbaba, _____ sacó las plantas al balcón para aprovechar la lluvia. No le gustaba reconocerlo, pero las había descuidado un poco. A lo mejor colgando una pizarrita o algo en la pared o la nevera le ayudaría a no olvidar tan a menudo las cosas que tenía por hacer. Apuntaría esa idea en un papel para que tampoco se le olvidara.

Con un último esfuerzo sacó la maceta más pesada, soltando un quejido al dejar de aguantar el peso. Se quedó observando la planta, absorta en sus pensamientos hasta que algo rojo le llamó la atención.

—¿Y tú qué haces aquí? —preguntó burlona a una pequeña mariquita posada sobre una de las hojas de la planta que acababa de sacar—. A ver, ven aquí, hija mía, porque te me vas a ahogar—. Acercó su mano con cuidado y el insecto brillante se subió a su dedo anular. Las patitas le hacían cosquillas. A saber cuánto tiempo llevaba el pobre insecto allí, como mínimo esa noche la había pasado dentro. Con movimientos suaves dejó la mariquita en otra maceta con flores que quedaba protegida de la lluvia, de esa forma no se mojaría y cuando quisiera podría irse. Aunque tuvo que insistirle un poco porque no parecía tener intenciones de bajarse de su dedo. En su intento de enderezarse, los huesos de la espalda se le acabaron de acomodar en un crujido que hizo que se planteara _____ visitar con urgencia un osteópata.

«Una aparte de guapa, crujiente».

Con unos últimos estiramientos volvió hacia dentro para apartar del fuego la tetera que había empezado a silbar y terminar de preparar su desayuno. Entre bocados y sorbos iba poniéndose al día en sus redes sociales, llevándose un gran chasco al consultar el pronóstico para el resto del día: lluvias intensas en gran parte del territorio. Bien por el tema de las sequías, pero a la porra sus planes para salir a dar una vuelta ese día.

Pasó un buen rato hasta que decidió levantarse de la silla y empezar a ordenar y limpiar la casa. La lluvia invitaba a seguir durmiendo, o por lo menos a tumbarse en el sofá con una mantita ligera, pero el deber llamaba y si no lo hacía entonces, lo tendría que hacer el domingo o el lunes… O el martes... Para qué engañarse, seguramente lo haría cuando se empezara a amontonar todo y no tuviera más remedio que guardar bien las cosas.

Tras guardar la ropa en el armario y limpiar a fondo las estancias, puso las sábanas húmedas que había en la lavadora dentro de la secadora; tenía previsto dejarlas secar al sol, pero visto lo visto, tocaba secarlas a máquina. Tener que esperar a que terminara el programa era una excusa perfecta para llevar a cabo lo que había deseado hacer antes: tumbarse en el sofá y ver una película que tenía pendiente desde hacía tiempo.

Los ojos le pesaban de nuevo ¿Qué le pasaba que tenía tanto sueño? Su pregunta no pudo ser respondida, pues al poco rato se sumergió en un profundo y dulce sueño. Olía a miel y primavera, los botones dorados de las flores se extendían por todo el prado y ella corría entre peces de agua sobre la hierba alta que se iba alejando cada vez más a medida que subía hacia las nubes de algodón. Los hilos de viento que la elevaban cantaban su nombre. Y _____ extendió su brazo hacia arriba, hacia las manos delicadas que se abrían paso en el cielo para recogerla.

«Pronto» pensaba. «Ya casi» se decía tensando los dedos hacia ellas. Y cuando su índice derecho alcanzó una de las manos… Cayó.

Cayó en las profundidades de un mar dorado tan deslumbrante que tuvo que apretar con fuerza los párpados y cubrirlos con las manos mientras aguantaba la respiración. Para que cuando los volviera a abrir, se encontrara de nuevo en el sofá con la manta toda revolucionada tirada en el suelo. Seguía lloviendo, pero unos tímidos rayos de sol bañaban su apartamento haciendo frente a la densidad oscura de las nubes. Miró el reloj, eran pasadas las tres de la tarde.

Se sentó, un poco confusa: Había dormido más de tres horas y aun así se sentía agotada. Llegados a este punto, le preocupaba un poco la situación y se preguntaba seriamente si debería pedir cita al médico. O tal vez ese sueño tan… tan abstracto la había agotado más de lo que estaba. Aunque aún tenía el olor dulce del polen en la nariz.

Pese a no haber comido, no tenía mucha hambre, así que comió algunas de las sobras que tenía en la nevera y se dio una ducha caliente para relajar el cuerpo. Como continuaba estando cansada, decidió irse a dormir más temprano de lo habitual, disfrutando del confort de las sábanas con olor a limpio mientras escuchaba el sonido persistente de la lluvia que parecía caer con más intensidad que antes.

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atom-writings · 4 months

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hetalia axis & allies (+ canada) xmas headcanons

1.6k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: uhhh christmas obviously. mention of religion and underwear?? uh... i think that's it

a/n: this is my first christmas as a jewish convert so that's been weird. anyway I just wanted something quick, so its mostly a list of gift ideas (:

America

Alfred is SUCH a huge Christmas fan. I mean, canonically he dresses up as Santa, so he goes all out for the entire month of December. He's been working on a huge holiday home display for decades, and it shows.

He plays Santa at his local mall during the weeks leading up to Christmas; and on the night of, he hands out hot cocoa outside his house. It's fun, but it also means he's a little distracted when it comes to you.

What he would get you: Posters of your favourite movies, super comfy pyjamas, expensive figures of characters you like, candy you like but never get for yourself, model planes or Legos for you two to build together, novelty pens, a stupid cowboy costume so you can match <3, those handmade coupons because he 1. Loves you and 2. Forgot about Christmas until yesterday

What he would want: Any video games, Funko Pops, vinyls of music he likes, those big packs of shirts (he is constantly running out of shirts because he rips or irreparably stains them,) Marvel comics, anything with an eagle on it, those mini wacky waving inflatable tube men things, bulk pens and pencils because he also breaks those constantly-

England

Arthur is not big into Christmas and never has been. He'll celebrate with you, but he's not going out when it comes to any aspect. If anything, he finds it a little exhausting getting gifts for everyone

But, he does adore walking around and looking at all the lights. He'll do that a couple times with you in December.

What he would get you: Any novel you’ve mentioned even once, tickets to a concert both of you will enjoy, classy jackets that fit you perfectly, cute keychains, fancy art supplies, fragrances that remind him of you, bags/purses that fit your style, CDs

What he would want: Sewing supplies (thread, new needles, new fabric scissors,) framed photos of the two of you, Doctor Who merch, foreign tea, a book on how to take care of your eyebrows properly (he will not learn otherwise,) slippers, those sarcastic magnets that all millennial women have at least one of, any ridiculous piece of merch with the union jack on it

France

Francis has very mixed feelings about Christmas. On one hand, he hates how consumerist it has become, but on the other hand, nothing makes him happier than seeing the joy the season brings to others.

Plus, he does enjoy giving and receiving presents. The music too? Wonderful. As long as you don't get too stressed out, the holiday should be perfect.

What he would get you: Tons of clothes; stuff that's already your style, and completely new stuff, room decorations (NOT posters,) a reservation at a nice restaurant, bracelets that he made for you, makeup (if you like that kind of thing,) candles that smell like his cologne, CHEESE

What he would want: Fancy fabric, any clothes (he doesn’t care what they are as long as you think they’d look good on him…) paintings or photography, literally ANYTHING creative you’ve made, hair ties (he loses at least 5 a day,) bird stuffed animals, (Basically anything! Francis is not picky)

China

Christmas is a new occurrence for Yao, and he isn't the biggest fan. He'll buy you stuff for it, but he would do that normally. The lights and the music aren't anything special to him either. Basically, he won't celebrate unless you want to.

What he would get you: Elaborate, very expensive jewellery, huge stuff like a car, Chinese cookbooks, traditional clothes that he made specifically to represent you (: luxury handbags (that he got at SUCH a good discount,) tons of weird off-brand merch of your favourite show, probably a nice meal too!

What he would want: Yao is hard to buy for. Soft robes, stuff to help with back pain, face masks, Hello Kitty keychains… reading glasses maybe?

Russia

Although he isn't as excited about Christmas as he is about the New Year, he still loves the holiday. It's a nice excuse to see family, and everyone is just so happy around the season! He's especially excited to celebrate it with you.

He's not the best at giving gifts, but he could be worse. Regardless of whether you like all of it, you're gonna get a lot of stuff.

(Also, he plays Santa for the kids sometimes. It's so cute-)

What he would get you: Random knick-knacks he probably found at a local market, knitted hats and gloves in your favourite colour, a scarf to match his, tickets to go somewhere warm on vacation, stuffed animals! books that made him think of you (usually philosophical or religious novels,) pretty rocks (:

What he would want: SUNFLOWERS! (This works for every occasion,) baked goods, clothes that aren’t 250 years old- new doilies and paintings to decorate his house, pictures of yourself, friendship bracelets, stuffed animals, if you can make a scarf somehow, DO THAT

North Italy

Feliciano cares about Christmas in a more religious way, but he's never mad about getting presents. So, he'll probably spend most of the day in church, but he still did put a lot of effort into getting you stuff you love.

What he would get you: Pajamas & bath robes, shitty romance novels that he wants you to read, weird hand-made knick-knacks, makeup, strange mugs that he found at a thrift store, a painting of you (: probably a pair of his boxers-

What he would want: New paint brushes, novelty pasta shapes, fancy jackets, any art that you’ve made (regardless of quality,) cat stuffed animals, The Ability To Get A Grip, skincare products, shiny garbage (For art purposes, duh,) those handmade coupon things

Germany

Ludwig does not enjoy Christmas particularly. He's terrible at giving gifts but he wants to so desperately that he spends all of winter stressing out about it. Yes, he's excited to see your reaction to his gifts, but at what cost?!

Although he does still like all the decorations at least. Maybe he just likes re-decorating though.

What he would get you: Puzzles you can complete together, soft sweaters, practical stuff you need (like book bags, lens cloths, that kind of thing,) stationery, reservations for private tours at museums you would find interesting, a subscription to whatever silly service you want (:

What he would want: Books about city planning, nerdy card games, a fun lanyard, a new coffee machine, those aroma-therapy diffuser things, household tools like vacuums and stuff (Get him an air fryer. He’s going to be fascinated.) stress balls, pens (He is boring.)

Japan

Kiku really has no particular feelings towards Christmas. If you weren't there, the most he would do was put up a mini tree. He's stressed out by both giving and receiving presents and is only willing to do that kind of thing if you want to.

What he would get you: Electronics, merch of your favourite Sanrio character, books that he thinks you’ll like, stickers, a bento box, comfy sweatpants, cute hairpins, plushies from your favourite media, a bunch of pillows, some obscure Japanese snacks too!

What he would want: Miku figures, posters, video games, manga, general nerdy stuff, history novels (he likes to correct them,) blackout curtains, cute face masks, a Polaroid camera, a guide on socialization (Seriously.) a knit scarf, if you can knit (:

South Italy

Romano desperately wants to care about Jesus more than getting gifts. He's a devout catholic, g*ddamnit! But... he does just really love eating baked goods and getting gifts more than anything. Getting together with family, the music, the lights, he just ADORES the holiday.

What he would get you: Blankets and pillows, your favourite snacks, clothes that are a little more revealing- cruise tickets (if going on wouldn’t be hell for you,) a journal where he wrote down all of the things he loves about you (completely honestly,) religious items, fancy perfumes

What he would want: Paintings from local artists, post-its (so he can finally remember SOMETHING,) anything with the Italian flag on it, stupid bumper stickers, pictures of the other nations that you’ve written insults on, fancy patterned scarves and fabric

Prussia

Like Alfred, Gilbert loves Christmas in a very childish way. He embraces that side of himself during the holidays and he'd love it if you joined him in that. He constantly insists on going out to see the lights, and he just can't get enough of Christmas movies. Even the bad ones (He's a Hallmark girlie.)

What he would get you: A vintage music box, hair dye, DVDs of your favourite movies (just to have,) stationery, random snacks he picked up from a gas station an hour ago, weirdly sentimental jewellery? Vintage journals, pictures of himself

What he would want: Coupons (???) goofy temporary tattoos, metal CDs, tea (he’s weirdly embarrassed about liking tea and doesn’t buy it for himself?) vintage maps that he can frame and hang up, probably like, WD40? DC comics, novelty trophies, Pokemon cards, video games

Canada

More than anything, Matthew loves winter. So, therefore, he loves Christmas! Seeing you smile when you open your gifts, he looks forward to it all season. It seems like the only time of year when everyone else is either as miserable or as happy as he is, so it's his favourite holiday.

Cuddling up in front of the fireplace with hot cocoa, watching some old Christmas movie, its all he wants.

What he would get you: Comfy hoodies, comfy slippers too, hot cocoa packs, big stuff like a new PC or fridge or smth- decorations for your room, face masks, fidget toys, novelty Canadian keychains, figures of your favourite characters, festive sweets (like candy-canes and stuff.)

What he would want: Anything with a maple leaf (yes, he wants MORE of that,) boring stuff like socks, wood-working tools or like a new snow shovel, fairy lights, DVDs (because he still uses them? Why.) a new phone case, gift cards (HES BORING,) pre-packaged crafts, lotion and cologne that smells like pine

merry christmas if you celebrate! this'll probably be the last full thing I post until 2024, so thanks to all you readers for sticking around this year (: you have no idea how much it means to me. i love yall. and to all a good night or whatever santa said

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little-yandere-ish-blog · 1 year

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Yandere! AI! Germany x reader

You sat there staring at your ceiling, the swirl patterns on the ceiling were charming in their own way. Your earbuds played the same songs, everything felt unreal in its own way. It felt empty. This feeling of yours was just like the feeling of a husk in the desert.

There was no point looking at your phone. No one texted you anyways- Your DM’s and messages were dry as hell. The most exciting notification you got was an email from tumblr saying to check out these 5 new trends. Even that vibration alone got you excited but the disappointment realizing that it was no one was your email.

You laid back in your bed, another lonely day...you would have work tomorrow anyways. You sighed softly- you decided some online quizzes wouldn't kill you. You pulled out your laptop going around to take some stupid quizzes to kill time. You were going through the pages of google you went to the 56th page of google and a link caught your eye.

An odd quiz you never saw before “ ideal game quiz” you decided to do the quiz and finding out your ideal game type and even where to get these games. You hummed seeing your game you got from the quiz was called “World of Love” a game about finding love?

You said fuck it and decided to download the game, you grabbed a soda as you installed the application on your computer. It was downloaded in 10 minutes which was enough time to grab snacks and a drink. You hummed as the start screen loaded. It was a pink pastel aesthetic with cute little options and toggles. You smiled softly clicking on ‘<3New Game’

‘WELCOME TO WORLD OF LOVE!’

please choose your preferred story!

>Casual story

>Deep story

>Unknown story

You stared at the page not thinking much of it you clicked Unknown story.

time skip 20 hours of game play~

It was day 10 of your game (you had played 2 hours) everyday of the game interacting with characters such as; Alfred, Ludwig, Edward, Feliciano, and Mathias! You had chosen a particular character to go for and that was Ludwig- He was so strong and helpful!:)

If only you knew he was looking right back at you-

You always smiled at his dialogue and would always try to find fanart or even fanfics but...they don’t exist? You found it weird considering you got the link to this game from a quiz so...shouldn’t it be more popular? You brushed it off as the game having a small fandom that doesn’t do much of anything.

You drew your own fanart of him and kept it in your room. It was so nice having it:) Today in particular was special because today was the end of the game you had completed all the tasks and side quests for Ludwig’s route! this was very exciting!

the end scene was playing out, you didn’t notice that in the top right corner your computer glitched. It was small then the screen froze. You couldn’t move your mouse or turn off your monitor, you groaned ‘fuck- the game gave you some kind of virus!’ You sighed trying to turn it off but it was still on. The monitor started sparking. You panicked and tried to unplug it but no use....the screen went to a light blue....you sat there freaking out not knowing what to do! You went to grab your phone to call a computer tech but you heard a voice...it was Ludwig’s voice from the game?

“I wouldn’t do that if i were you-” he warned

you looked to the monitor seeing Ludwig coming out of the screen into your home...he was real?! HE WAS HUMAN?! Your jaw dropped

“ what the fuck?!” you exclaimed

“I guarantee you i am of no harm whatsoever” He showed both his hands showing he had no weapon to harm anyone with.

“ you’re...not supposed to be here..?” you stated...it was more of a question than anything

“ of course i can go where i please, I do have a purpose after all” He smiled softly

“and that purpose is...?” you raised a brow

“ to take you and get married” He stated as if it was an obvious thing he just said

“ Ludwig...you’re a computer- Im not marrying a computer” you said bluntly

“ don’t be silly (name) We’re bound to be together! You played my route and seeing your face light up seeing me speak really light my heart up” He confessed holding your hand...oddly enough it was warm?

Before you could get a word in he interrupted

“I don’t think we’d want an accident would we?” He threatened giving a tight smile....he fixated his eyes on the power cord and cup of water on your desk..

“how can you do all of this?..” your head spinning, everything seemed so unreal right now.

“that isn’t important but do know you are safe when you are with me” he reassured you. He held your hand tightly putting it to his muscular chest “ I will make sure we are together and you are not hurt, we could live in the virtual world (name), access to the internet and the whole game its so much larger than that small map they give you. No one will ever purchase the game again anyways” He said looking into your eyes his piercing blue eyes looking deep into your eyes.

“What are you talking about?” you pulled you hand away from him, confused at his question. the quiz and the game? Surely there may be others trapped in this game or A.I rather than you.

“ You manage to find the one quiz buried deep in the internet, our game had created that quiz of yours and deleted it after a person took it. You found a strange dating game and downloaded it without thinking about potential consequences. Think about it (name) we are bound together. This is our fate. You chose me. You wanted me.” Ludwig looked at you, his tone was serious. How the hell are you gonna get yourself out of this one?

Suppose its too late to call that computer tech now is it?

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lilac-amethyst-skies · 9 months

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I'll Be Good, I'll Be Better ||HetaOni!Italy X Reader||

Hetaoni in my 2023?? Sure, why not.

notes: angst, themes of fear, anxiety, death, violence

Overview: Feliciano was so tired. How many times did they have to go through this? Was there really an end? ...And if there was truly an end to it all, could it even be a happy one? He couldn't be sure, but if there was any constant that he could rely on, it was you.

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The dirt and sweat stuck to his skin. Though, at this point, Feliciano didn’t take notice to it much anymore. All of them had been through plenty enough. And for too many times. Feliciano took a moment to look about the room at the many, many faces. They were tired, desperate. He supposed that his own expression would very much appear the same if he took the time to look in the mirror. God, if he ever made it out of this place alive, he would never be the same.

None of them were ever going to be the same.

And the worst part?

In the end, there was no other way of putting it,

It was all his fault.

Lying down and staring up at the ceiling from his bed in the safe room, he knew that it truly was his fault. Sure, America decided to run his mouth and make sure the entire universe knew. But it was Feliciano who told America in the first place. Of the rumors about the mansion and the mysteries that lie there…If Feliciano ever mentioned that he felt unwell, that would be an absolute understatement. His chest burned and his heart felt so very tired, he wondered if maybe soon he would just fall into cardiac arrest. The lies, the memories, the blood and death. It made him nauseous, that continual loop on repeat in his mind.

God, Feliciano wanted to die.

But at that thought, a bitter chuckle left his lips. He supposes if he dies, that defeats the purpose. To get everyone out alive, at least. Though, if Feliciano was being honest with himself, if it took his own death to ensure the lives of everyone else…then so be it. He could do this, he could fix this. No matter the cost of himself.

Feliciano broke his string of thought, glancing at the bed on his immediate right. A young woman rested there, her eyes closed, finally having a moment of stillness after their last run-in from that horrific monster. He had to resist the urge to reach out and touch her. Feliciano knew that she wouldn’t mind, but he really wanted her to rest. So, he kept to himself; he would never want to wake her up especially since sleep never really came easy for any of them. And even if they did happen to fall into a slumber, it was always a restless one. Yet, in this case, it seemed that his friend finally got the chance to really, truly rest. That made Feliciano happy. She deserved it. More than deserved it.

He deliberately brought his gaze back up to the ceiling, fighting his own tiredness. Feliciano found that the more he slept, the more memories he lost. He simply couldn’t afford that, especially with the vital information they held. Feliciano brought his hands to settle, clasped together atop his stomach. He began twiddling his thumbs, hoping the movement would make him stay awake. Feliciano was only lying down because Germany told him to, and God knows he was definitely not going to take no for an answer. So, here he was. Racing thoughts and all battling against a smog of fatigue.

Feliciano’s head lulled to the side, against his will.

With a sharp intake of breath, the man forced his head back to its prior position. His eyes felt so, so heavy and Feliciano felt a flash of anger course through his body. Why can’t he do something as simple as just staying awake? He knew that many of his friends; Japan, Germany, they could do it. They could stay awake, so why the hell couldn’t he? His breathing was becoming a bit uneven and shallow from the frustration that suddenly washed over his person and he knew that it must be showing on his face, something he didn’t allow much at all anymore because he had to stay strong.

Feliciano had been so consumed in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed the ruffle of sheets to his right. In fact, it wasn’t until he felt weight pressing into the mattress of his own bed that he realized what was happening. He found her sitting on the edge of his bed and Feliciano immediately sat up wiping the prior look off of his face like it was second nature. His lips curved upwards into that of a cheerful expression. The smile that usually warmed her heart so pleasantly sent a chill through her body. She watched his mouth begin to move. She knew he was going to start spilling out words, but she interrupted him before he could even begin.

“Stop.”

Her tone felt like a gunshot to Feliciano’s heart. His body broke out into a cold sweat upon realizing he had been caught in an act, that she had been awake longer than he had realized. The young woman had certainly witnessed his previous episode, and the guilt churned in his stomach. I mean, how could she not have seen it? He couldn’t tell if the guilt was due to her having seen him so embittered or if it’s because he had tried to just pretend it never happened. Probably both, Feliciano figured.

She watched the way his head dipped downward through her steely gaze. It felt so foreign to her, looking at him this way. She never wanted to. Never in her life, but then again, she also never would have thought they would find themselves in a situation such as this. Stuck in a hell house with danger at every turn. Her mind suddenly flashed back to Feliciano’s speech from earlier today. He had opened up. About everything. What he had gone through, the choices he had made…all that he had done to at least try to keep them all safe.

Truly, what a weight Feliciano held upon his shoulders.

And this was why her gaze immediately softened. Yes, she wanted him to be more honest, to stop putting up the front and to allow everyone else to step in and help with that burden he placed on his shoulders. But, she also understood. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what she would have done if the situation had found itself on her. So, she decided that she should really cut him a hell of a lot more slack than what she just gave him.

The woman took a quick scan around the room. She saw that many were wrapped up in whatever they were doing and that they paid no mind to what was happening between her and Feliciano. Though, even if they did decide to glance over, she was sure that they would understand whatever they saw and let it be, considering everything. So, with that, she brought a hand to the side of his face, allowing it to gently fall and brush against his hair. She was surprised when he didn’t lift his head. He only remained where he was, slightly hunched over, head tilted downward. The woman’s throat felt tight, her hand trembling a bit as she brought her fingers to brush his soft hair behind his ear. Though, she wasn’t sure why she did it because his hair wasn’t even long enough. Gravity was quick to command it to fall back to its previous position, cascading over his face. So instead, she settled in lightly brushing her thumb over his cheekbone.

She suddenly felt something warm against her hand…it was damp, too. She didn’t miss the droplets that began to fall, being caught by either her hand or the bunched-up bedsheets below.

A part of her felt relieved to see Feliciano crying, simply from the fact that it used to be common happenstance with him from before they found themselves in the mansion. Yet, the other part of it drowned her in so much sorrow that she could hardly breathe. In that moment, they shared such a space of weight and emotion, the woman thought that surely she could sense every part of agony he was experiencing. And she felt that if she didn’t get closer to him that she was going to be swallowed up by whatever force was threatening to break in. That she would be lost forever and God she couldn’t imagine a world with Feliciano. No, that would be no world to her at all. That would be a living hell. Maybe even more so than the place that they were in.

As if her life depended on it, she drew so incredibly close to him, nearly on his lap. There were many times that they had been embraced in hugs between one another, but both of them knew that this was an intimacy that felt so, so different. Feliciano’s heart leapt to his throat, the tears still falling as she lovingly brought the side of her face against his own. Despite the heavy atmosphere, Feliciano felt himself flush just a bit as she was practically nuzzling herself to the side of his face. He could feel the fanning of her breath, and the intimacy only made his tears fall faster as he was almost frantically searching for her hands. His friend noticed this and met him halfway. She almost jumped at the desperation in which he grasped at her hands.

This was just the comfort he needed in this moment. How did she always seem to know what he needed? He thought maybe she could read minds, but really, he knew that she couldn’t. But maybe, Feliciano would just continue thinking that way because to him, she truly was like magic. A magic that reminded him of the gentle glow of light that shone through stained-glass windows. Or maybe the warm feeling of coming home after being away for far too long. And she reminded him of lingering touches, those hugs you get from someone you loved. Or maybe…

…

Suddenly, Feliciano realized something.

He was in love with her.

God, how long had he been in love with her? Oh, it had to have been quite some time that he traced back the moments he found himself with a fluttering heart. How the hell had he been so blind…He really could be oblivious sometimes, couldn’t he? His brother told him that all the time and, in this moment, Feliciano would most certainly agree.

The woman noticed the way he suddenly tensed in her arms and she became even more worried. She pulled away from him just a bit, about to speak up and ask if he was okay, but was stopped upon the sound of his voice.

Feliciano mumbled something under his breath, his head still dipped downward.

His words were much too quiet for her to understand and she furrowed her brow a bit and asked him if he could repeat himself. He seemed to pause a bit, as if caught off guard. But finally, he brought his head up to finally meet her eyes. Their honey color was so, so sweet even in their dismal appearance.

“…I said thank you. I really needed this.”

He watched the way she smiled at him warmly, and Feliciano knew that his lie worked. He couldn’t believe he had almost let that slip. Well, technically it did, but it had been too quiet for her to hear. Feliciano figured that’s what he got for being “the boy with his heart on his sleeve.” That, once again, being of his brother’s words, not his own. But this time, he’d wait. He’d wait until they got out of this gruesome mansion. Together. Then, he would tell her the words that he really said:

“I’m so in love with you.”

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