got in a fight

yk that Barbie meme

Ask for: Romano, Germany and France( he needs more love) They wake up in the morning and their s/o( who doesn’t realize they’re awake yet) is telling them the sweetest things in they’re language. Like “you’re perfect” or “you mean everything to me”

It’s true France is neglected!

France

He had to stop the smile that was threatening to blow his whole cover. Your soft breath tickled his bare chest causing goosebumps to flutter up his arm. It went unnoticed by you though. Your pressed hard meaningful kisses against his chest and your finger drew small words on his chest. Your words seemed to wrap his heart in a warm and fuzzy blanket. Pressing a tight kiss to his cheek, you pulled your soft, warm body away from him and he instinctively reached out to grab you. 

You gasped as you realized he had caught you. You buried your bright red face into his chest curling yourself into him. A deep raspy laugh wracked his strong body causing you to jolt. 

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled against his chest. His laughing suddenly stopped and he sat up causing you to straddle him. 

“Are you apologizing for loving me?” He questioned, pressing a kiss against your forehead. He tucked you under his chin. You shook your head softly. 

“I’m just embarrassed. You weren’t suppose to hear that.” You grumbled. You lifted your head away from his chest and tilted your head up. You kept your eyes closed not wanting to see his face.

“That my love, was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” You opened your eyes to look at his love struck eyes. He smiled down at your kissing your lips softly 

Germany

He thanked the gods above that your face was buried in his neck. He’s surprised you couldn’t feel the heat radiating off his face. But nonetheless his body was practically melted into the sheets. 

The combination of your fingers softly running up and down his chest. The way your lips pressed against his neck lightly at the end of each sentence. And the perfect lull of your voice in his own language. It was all to much for him. 

He groaned softly and stretched like he was just woke up. You halted your words of devotion and tightened your arms around him. His body relaxed and he wrapped both arms tightly around you pressing rapid fire kisses against your forehead. You giggled and moved your head away. Looking down at him you pressed a kiss against his lips. 

“I want to go back to sleep.” You smiled against him. He rolled his eyes before smacking your bottom lightly. 

“How about we go get breakfast?” He wiggled a blonde brow at you. You looked up like you were pondering the idea. “I’ll buy.” He smirked. 

Romano

‘Don’t you fucking cry!” He scolded himself eternally. 

The soft rolling of your tongue and the warm sensual kisses sent tingles up his spine. The back of his eyes stung as tear fought their way to the front. 

“You’re my everything.” You whispered pressing a light kiss right under his ear. A salty yet sweet tear escaped his eye and rolled down the side of his face. You pressed your cheek against his and felt the wetness. Pulling back you saw his beautiful, red, olive eyes welt up with tears. Gasping softly you cupped his face in your hands. 

“You mean that, princess?” He croaked. You quickly nodded your head and he tugged you tight against him. He shuddered and you practically ripped your head away from his chest to kiss his lips passionately. He kissed back desperately mumbling small phrases of how much he loves you. 

France sketch I did on procreate

APH France: I just saw a squirrel trying to carry a wine bottle up a tree

APH France: I think I found my spirit animal

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The difference between America and Canada when they’re sick.

The Five Commandments of France

1. Thou shalt not eat England’s cooking ; for You will perish. 2. When offered wine ; accept the sweet nectar and get turnt. 3. Thou shall not be non crusty ; for in the church of France we are all bisexual hobos. 4. A woman shall not lie with a man ; for it is an abomination amongst the gays of Hetalia. 5. Thou shalt not refer to England by thy real name ; only as thy nation name or as ‘black sheep of Europe’.

I Love (To Hurt) You

France x Mentioned!Reader

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Is it supposed to hurt like this? Is it supposed to be this suffocating? The silence is deafening, the walls are closing in and the darkness seems to be everywhere, even when he's awake. Surely it's not meant to be like this, like he actually...cares about this now. He doesn't. Why would he? He will admit this was all his own doing, entirely his fault, but honestly he had nothing to feel guilty about. They were just a thing that was there, a convenient relief constantly waiting at home, hoping, praying the next time he came home he'd love them, and he would never do so. He'd come home and they'd fall into their usual routine of cat and mouse, except this mouse earned to be eaten. This mouse wanted to be devoured by the ever-hungry cat, and who was the cat to turn down a good meal? When things started turning sour, he noticed. Of course he did, there was no way of living in that environment all the time and never know about the sudden tensity in the house. He wasn't stupid, no matter what the other nations may think and say. He was not stupid nor blind, he could very well see what he was doing to the other. He just didn't really care (and maybe, just maybe, that was due to fear of ironically abandonment rather than boredom of someone). He noticed the way the other would glare at him when they thought he wasn't looking, he noticed the pained looks of love twisting their faces until they looked like just one horrifying monster of pure agony and yearning love. There was a side of him that wanted to go up to them and hug them, envelope them in his strong arms and whisper sweet nothings, loving promises that they both knew were empty but just didn't care in that moment (and only one really didn't want to admit). But then there was the side of him that just didn't care. Of course, he wanted to. At first, he so desperately wanted to feel the love that the other felt towards him. He wanted to kiss and smile and know that they were the loving kiss and happy smile one showed their lover, their dreamed One, their future spouse. But he just...couldn't. It was as if by staring into those (E/C) eyes, instead of feeling the pull of a soulmate, the nervous butterflies twisting his stomach, everything had shut down inside of him, refusing to corporate with even the slightest bit of love and kindness. When he was with the other, he didn't feel like himself. He felt empty, lonely, depressed. He felt like the entire world was against him, and yes, he knew he had no right or reason to feel this. He was loved by a beautiful person both inside and out, there was no reason for feeling like this. He just couldn't help it. He wanted to, oh how desperately he wanted to just push the other away, shove them as far as possible and run, run, run far, far away until they were but a dark spec in the distance, just another stranger in the crowd, yet another human that would die while he lived on. But Francis was nothing if not selfish, and no matter how hard he pushed himself to get rid of the other, to separate them from him, he just couldn't. He had to have the other near, he just had to. Even if it meant hurting the other, even if it meant hurting himself, even if there was still a somewhat distance between them, even if this distant, love-hate thing they had going made the other hate themselves for loving him, he had to grip them tightly, hold them within his deceivingly warm embrace, whisper those disgusting sweet nothings in their ear, promise things they both knew he'd never give. And no matter how much he hated himself for it, how much he wanted to punch himself for this hurt he was causing the other, this depression he was just sinking further into, Francis just couldn't find it within himself to care. As long as he had the other - maybe not by his side, but still there - , he did not care. He had them, maybe not in a way both would rather it be, but he had them. * When Francis came home from yet another world meeting filled with endless shouting and pointless arguments, he knew he should have expected the empty silence. He knew he should have expected the forgotten grocery bags left fallen on their side, the wardrobe left half-empty due to the lack of the other's clothes. He should have expected to lose (Y/N), they were Human after all. All Humans had limits, and most preferred to leave before they reached those limits. Still, it didn't stop him from shaking his head, refusing even this simple knowledge that (Y/N) was gone, and clumsily stumbling towards the bedroom, their bedroom - god, his bedroom - and throwing open the door, somehow wishing despite the obvious evidence, that this was just one huge prank done by a fed-up (Y/N) who just wanted him to love them, to stop with this silly little game they had and both hated. It didn't stop him from falling to his knees, his breath suddenly hitched and eyes stinging, chest tightened and limbs suddenly numb as he tried searching through blurry vision, as if (Y/N) may have been hiding in the shadows and would pop out any minute now. They wouldn't. Of course they weren't. (Y/N) had finally given up, as was expected. (Later on, when he sat alone in the living room, a half-drunk bottle of the finest wine his country had, mind too numb to think of anything but heart still aching, he'd absently wonder why that fact alone hurt him more than he thought anything ever would.) (Y/N) had finally walked out, choosing their own life to a life filled with self-hatred and, well, him. Francis would have laughed, had he been in the right mindset of course, at how despite the pain and the anger and the, well, everything he was feeling, he still couldn't help but feel immensely proud (Y/N) had finally given up and left, for themselves. Not for him but for themselves. He'd be lying if he said that wasn't what he wanted from the beginning, to save themselves before he destroyed them. It's just sad it had to take destroying them, breaking them down, making them so dependent upon him and him alone, to make them finally stand up and run as far away as possible from him.

Intense make out sessions with face fam? :') thank you

America

You gasped against his lips making a small smirk creep into his face. Alfred grabbed your hips tightly again and pulled them down against his. Both of you moaning at the friction his flipped over so you were laying with your back against the couch.

“So beautiful.” He mumbled pressing kisses down the side of your face. Stopping around your pulse he bit into your flesh enjoying the feeling of your heated body arching against him. Grabbing the back of his head you brought his face back up and slammed your mouth against his.

“I love you.” You panted once you had to break apart.

“Love you too baby.” He murmured leaning his head back down and capturing your lips.

England

“What.....if......someone....walks..in” you panted as Arthur pressed his body more against yours. His lips never once stopped attacking your own, even when those words left your numb lips.

“Like I give a shït.” He grumbled. The vibration l of his words made your lips tingle.

“That’s unlike you.” You giggled wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him impossibly closer.

“That was before I became obsessed with you.” He smiled against your lips.

France

The yellow, blue and pink lights of the club faded. As did the people all around you. The only thing you could focus on was your back pressed against the wall and a pair of familiar lips passionately attaching themselves to yours.

“Francis.” You moaned against his lips.

“Yes.” He chuckled stopping his attack on your lips and moving up to kiss your temple.

“Can we go somewhere else? Please.” You mumbled against his jaw. He groaned and grinded himself against you. Leaning down he pressed another passionate kiss against your lips. Bringing one of your hands away from his chest you wrapped your fingers in his hair that was tied back but slowly lossening due to your tight grip.

“Your wish is my command.” He smirked pressing a kiss against your forehead.

Canada

You both panted as you pulled away but that was short lived before his lips came smashing back into yours.

“Mattie.” You moaned as his hips dug slightly into yours.

He smirk softly and pressed your body deeper into the couch. Your fingers ran there way up his strong, broad shoulders before sliding back down his chest.

“Maple, we Are going to have to leave soon. I don’t think you want to start that.” He grumbled against your lips.

“We can be late.” You smirked, your hands gripping on to his belt.

Here’s most of the entries I drew digitally for

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Hi! How would the Face family react to a s/o who just gives them affection a lot. Like when they're behind them they'll just massage their shoulders, and massage and caress their hands/face a lot. I love your writing btw, have a nice day.

💕Thank you so much💕

America

This man loves to give and revive affection. Chances are he does the same to you so we’ll just call it even.

England

A little blushy and awkward at first but he slowly become to enjoy it. Like his morning will feel incomplete without some light massages and kissing.

France

Do I even need to say how he feels out it?

He loves it of course! Like America he loves to give and revive affection so it will be mutual.

Canada

One word: HEAVEN

He loves all the affection and it makes his lonely heart feel so filled and happy. He will also of course return any affection given.

Two sweet boys joining the foreign legion. 💕 inspired by carry on follow that camel