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Just bros being bros and comforting each other like you do
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incorrect quotes? from me? what, did you expect more? anyways here's these two as something my boyfriend and i said
France: do you get boba or do you like the jellies?
Spain: sometimes when i feel fun i do both! usually just boba though, why?
France: omg we're the boba x jelly couple!
Spain: oh aw :)
#i might do more of these later#hetalia#hws spain#hws france#whatever the fuck their ship name is#spafra#fraspa#fucking??? somethings?????#btw my bf chose the couple#hetalia incorrect quotes#it's frain my bad#frain
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🕊
#hetalia#hetalia world stars#francis bonnefoy#antonio fernandez carriedo#frain#hws france#hws spain#hetalia fanart#fraspa#spafra
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Can I have 26 for Frain? I'm ready for some angst 😭 Thank you so much ♡♡♡
frain angst you say? well, i'm not sure if this is entirely what you had in mind but uh... i was feeling some more historical frain, so...
Resentment
He waits, and waits, and waits.
They wouldn’t let him into the room. He isn't surprised. If they had, he may have been the only one to walk out alive.
It almost sounds worth it, storming the negotiations and killing everyone who thought they had a right to decide what happened to him, his monarchy, his country, his people. It almost sounds fun. But after so many years of conflict and promises and tears… Antonio does not want more of that. He wants an end, whatever it may be. He's in pieces as it is—wedged between powerful nations he now wants nothing to do with—and another war, more war… well, he fears it could destroy him entirely.
That is the thing, isn't it? You never quite know, as a nation, which battle could be your last. A figure comes to mind, a fading silhouette of a man he once adored (and, in some ways, still does)—a figure who left one day, and never came back as they had thought and hoped and prayed.
The risk of an empire. A fool’s game.
He waits, and waits some more. Negotiating treaties takes time. For weeks, in fact, diplomats have been talking terms and compromises. Spain has witnessed most of it—has done his best to try and guess who would be getting what, based on body language alone, as they have more or less all refused to talk to him. It has been a frustrating process.
Even now, with the final signatures being collected and the nations having gathered for the grand finale, he still feels he lacks anyone to talk with. Anyone to confide in.
A few rooms away, England sits across from France, who sits across from Austria, who sits across from the Netherlands—though, he is only here for being considered a small player in this war, and the best he is going to get is having Utrecht’s name slapped on the paperwork. I hope it has been worth all the money he sunk into this pitiful war. The words, though unspoken, are bitter on his tongue.
Thirteen years. Thirteen years of conflict and battles and bloodshed. And there he waits, alone in a small, private room, wondering who it is who is going to walk through those doors.
Really, it isn’t hard to guess. His aristocracy have their preference as to who should become King of Spain—a preference greatly changed in the last decade—but it is perhaps more difficult for him, on a personal level, to decide whether he would… rather stay Habsburg, or become something new. Something B—
The doors open. Spain stands out of instinct, rather than respect, and is greeted by all four nations. A surprise, just for him.
No one speaks. Not immediately. England and France share a look—more unspoken words, more reading body language and trying to read the room when he is sick and tired of it—and then, three leave. Three of them leave, the doors close, and Spain is left looking at France.
This is the outcome Antonio knew would come.
“So,” the other says, a meek smile on his face as he begins to approach—threatens to broach the gap between them, both physical and sentimental, “it would seem that you and I are once more on the same page."
"We are barely in the same book," Antonio assures him, however. "You have a long way to go if you want me to enjoy your company.”
“Oh? Does that mean you… are not so pleased to see me?”
“Is anyone, in this day and age, ever pleased to see you, France?”
“Antonio, please,” the other coos, nevertheless, “you and I have such a history together, you cannot tell me that you hate me that much.”
And he’s right, in some ways. Hatred is such a strong sentiment, that, although there are other people Antonio is very sure he could hate, Francis is… not quite one of them. It is simply too hard to separate them. Francis has been there for as long as Antonio can remember—a neighbour, a lover, a friend—and now they stand there in that room, the world on their shoulders, and Antonio knows that he cannot hate Francis, even now. Even after war.
“You,” the Spaniard says quietly, “are so, so annoying…”
It makes a smile bloom on the other’s face, as though he’s ready to laugh, but it doesn’t come. Instead, Francis extends a hand to Antonio, and Antonio, wary as he is… he takes it. He takes Francis’ hand, and does not fight it when the other pulls him in for a rather unorthodox embrace.
It feels weird to be in his arms again. It feels weird to feel his warmth, his hair, his skin, his breath.
“I’ve missed you,” Francis confesses in an unexpected bout of openness and honesty.
His walls have vanished, it seems, purely for Antonio’s benefit, and the brunette doesn’t know how to respond to being held like this. It feels too intimate. It feels too surreal.
When… When was the last time someone held him…? It's been so many years...
“I know you have been through a lot. I know this war has drained you,” the Frenchman goes on, steadily pulling back from the embrace to take a good look at Antonio, the back of his hand brushing across the other’s flushed skin. “You and I can make this work, though. I want to see you happy, I want to see Spain be that wonderful, strong empire, and I want you to not hate me, ideally.”
Antonio gently exhales. “You don’t ask for much, do you?”
“Why are you being so abrasive?”
“I don’t know,” the brunette quips, “perhaps I am just imagining you with a crown on your head and how much nicer that crown would look on, say, a Spaniard.”
“You should have made sure your king had an heir,” Francis returns with a small frown. “That is not on me.”
“The reason we had a war is because your precious Louis thought that France and Spain would be united powers under his grandson,” Antonio reminds the other, however. “I was not so against having a Frenchman in Madrid, until such a ridiculous and inflammatory statement was made.”
“Would a unification really have been such a bad thing?” Francis tries to reason. “A marriage between France and Spain would mark a new golden era—a new meaning of ‘power’ in Europe.”
“But that’s just it,” Antonio replies. “I am sick of this obsession with marriage, with unification, with rings and crowns and pretty royal crests. Do not misunderstand me,” the Spaniard presses, “I would rather you stand here than anyone else. But do not get your hopes up, Francis. I am famously good at holding grudges, no matter how small.”
Francis, at last, concedes. Antonio will not be moved—he can see that. So, rather than pushing the matter any further, he informs Antonio that there are some gentlemen who would like to meet him in light of the finalised Treaty of Utrecht. French gentlemen, of course.
The invitation does not go rejected. While Antonio is sure this will not be the last time they discuss this, nor will it be the last time Francis tries to soften him, shape him, reform him… for now, he will stand his ground. For now, he will hold his head as high as he can, at the end of this long war, and will not let his boat be rocked, even by his oldest friend.
Spain is still Spain. Spain is still an empire. That is the only outcome that matters to Antonio, and that is the only outcome that will ensure his survival going forward.
His own survival is all he can afford to care about.
[ final wordcount, 1295 words! ]
#helia writes#hetalia#hws france#hws spain#frain#fraspa#this shorts are certainly helping me get back into writing historical hetalia lmao#it's all about that distinction between nation/personification and person for me#also sorry this took so long? your ask was buried in my drafts folder and so i thought i'd already done it but then when i was going#through my google docs i realised that i never finished the draft for this fic so i. i hope this makes up for that :')#thanks for the ask!! <3
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I finished up my Secret Santa for tuxefine on IG in the (St.) nick (hehe) of time! 🎅🎁 This was a challenge as it's not a ship I regularly consume so I hope I did their romance justice 😇🙏💞 AND BEFORE I FORGET, a big shoutout to frog_frussy on IG as well for arranging this little event!!
Merry Christmas everybody! 🎄🌟
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I'm literally dying for historical France x Spain x Austria contents
I don't care is going to be SpAus or Frain, I still devour that
Okay maybe I WILL going to hell because liking this 3P so damn much but
LOoK aT TheM
their vibes is everything
plus: each of them secretly hate each other
#multiship is heaven#hetalia#aph austria#aph spain#aph france#i REALLY love reading SpaAus fanfic with France annoying them#or FraSpa fanfic which Spain missing Austria sometimes#pls bring historical fanfic to me#seeing Spain between them is something 😭😭😭#SpAus#Frain
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Andorra
done! sorry if he looks a little plain, anon!
i'm surprised andorra isn't an actual character yet. with the inclusion of countries like luxembourg and monaco (and some others), you'd think that a such a small and unproblematic country like andorra would already be here. (also he's fraspa's lovechild but that's besides the point)
anyways, i based his design off spain's genetics and france's style. i also noticed that the small tax havens based on tourism all kind of have an... elegant style of fashion? he's supposed to be dressed in his cultural clothign right now but i imagine his typical outfit would be pretty fancy.
maybe andorra would have picked up a charming and flirtatious from france. i also feel like he would be rivals with monaco when it comes to tourism, you know how hima likes sibling squabbles after all lol... i imagine he could be a shopaholic too and his closet is filled with ridiculously expensive jewelry and clothes.
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i think we should adopt 不憫ズ into the western fandom. it's the perfect ship name, even when translated.
"oh yeah, the hetalia ships. gerame, rochu, fraspa, itapan, cringefail..."
#hetalia#hws#pruk#prueng#不憫ズ is the japanese ship name for pruk#it stands for 'pity (plural)' because they're both 'pity' characters#their relationship is indeed cringefail so it fits
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Ship bingo? Ship bingo. Spamano because yes. Geritapan, since you wanna write that. And FraSpa, to spice it up a little bit. (I don't even ship them xD)
Ship bingo.
Spamano:
Listen. Listennnnnnn. It's not a guilty pleasure ship, because I'm not guilty. Nothing sinful about shipping them. It's just pleasure. Spain and Romano, though? They're doing some sinning, but more creatively. Also, they could start as friends with benefits or hating each other, and then later be in love.
Also, Romano would insist on "it's complicated", but it's not, he's just working through his commitment issues, and Spain accepts that.
Geritapan:
I have questions, but I'm intrigued. Also, I generally think fanon gets the individual characters in it wrong. I trust Coffee on this ship. I believe in the geritapan in Coffee's head.
FraSpa/Frain:
Hehe, I don't really ship it much either, except for some specific historical events and as part of the BFTmano polycule, but I like them as friends (who also fuck). I also think there's a version of them where they're not friends and way more historically accurate enemies who sometimes allies themselves with each other. But fandom likes them as friends. I also like them as friends. But consider. Historically accurate ancient enemies who hate fuck, and are extremely anxious to take ownership of each other and each other's territories.
#The only people who also gets spamano knows who they are#(It's the spamano server)#And I will defend spamano until I die#It's not sinful or a guilty pleasure people are just condemning them for stupid shit that got debunked a decade ago#spamano#frain#geritapan#thank you for the ask! <3#starsmadeinheaven#Hopefully I'll be done with the geritapan oneshot soon#I want it to be done#So it can be read
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Close to you (songfic) / ~Singing makes them leave~
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/WCq51Qn
by WhatIzLife
A songfic to “close to you” (the undertale version)- its been a while since I’ve written something so I think it’s time to do it now :))
I’m not good at angst n stuff but I’ll try my best. I promise…
(Human names used)
Words: 1993, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Other
Characters: South Italy (Hetalia), Germany (Hetalia), North Italy - mentioned, North Italy (Hetalia), France (Hetalia), Prussia (Hetalia), Spain (Hetalia), Other Hetalia Character(s)
Relationships: Mentioned spamano - Relationship, backround gerita, platonic fraspa, past spamano - Relationship
Additional Tags: Hurt No Comfort, Breakup, Francis being a good friend, gilbert is just there, Songfic, Angst, Angst and Feels, Tried angst, I Tried
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/WCq51Qn
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Frain Week 2022: Day 3
@aphfrainweek
Prompt: Love Language/Childhood
Rating: T
Pairings: Frain, side of PortEng
Word Count: 528
Down Bad
“What do you do when you like someone?”
Currently, Antonio and Afonso were watching as their respective best friends argued over some nonsensical thing. Antonio had stopped keeping track an hour ago. But Francis looked so cute when he was mad, so he couldn’t help but watch as he and Arthur went at it. He was down bad (or as bad as a fifteen-year-old could be)
“Well…” Afonso began, “There are a few things, I guess.”
“How did you charm that…” Antonio gestured to Arthur, who had just lunged at Francis, knocking him down.
Afonso snorted. “Actually, it was him who made the first move.”
Antonio’s eyes went wide. “Really? How did he–”
“It was simple but really sweet.” Afonso smiled wistfully. “He would bring me flowers and other little crafted gifts.”
Antonio couldn’t believe that feral little island nation could do anything sweet. But that little story did provide him with some ideas. With a plan in mind, Antonio rose from his spot under the tree. “Thank you, Afonso,” he said before darting off towards a nearby meadow.
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When Antonio found Francis the next day, he was sitting under the tree, weaving a flower crown out of wildflowers from the nearby meadow. If Antonio had his paints, he wouldn’t hesitate to capture this moment. The way Francis’s silky hair framed his face, the downcast gaze of his blue eyes as he focused on weaving the stems in his hands, the overall relaxed posture as he sat in the cool shade. He looked like a goddess, Antonio thought, despite him being a boy (then again Francis always seemed to lean toward feminine clothes, so ‘goddess’ was still quite fitting).
“Fran?” Antonio called after shaking himself out of his daze.
Francis looked up, eyes lighting up as he met Antonio’s. “Mon cher what are you doing here? I thought you had business back at home.”
Antonio shifted from one foot to another, grip tightening on the gift behind his back. “Yes, but…I uh…I had something to give you before I left.”
“Really?”
Antonio felt his cheeks redden. Now that he was right in front of Francis, everything seemed much more complicated. Did he have to say something witty? Did he just shove the flowers in the other’s face? He really should have asked for clarification from Afonso before running over here.
“Uh…H-Here…” Antonio stammered, shoving the makeshift bouquet of wildflowers into Francis’s face.
Francis blinked slowly, processing what was happening. Then he burst into laughter, cheeks flushing a lovely pink. “How sweet Toni,” he giggled, accepting the bouquet, “Thank you. Do you have time to sit with–”
“Of course,” Antonio said, perhaps a little too quickly. He seated himself next to Francis, shoulders up to his ears, hands gripping his legs, unsure what to do next. Francis let out a small titter, before placing an innocent kiss on Antonio’s cheek.
If Antonio’s face wasn’t red before it sure was now. “I like you,” he blurted out.
Francis gave him a gentle smile. “I like you too.”
And so, the two spent the rest of the morning under the shade, making flower crowns and chatting away, hand in hand.
#frainweek#frainweek2022#hetalia#hws#frain#fraspa#spafra#hws spain#hws france#porteng#engport#hws england#hws portugal#fluff#childhood#friends to lovers#fanfiction#hetalia fanfiction
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L’eau a la bouche
#hetalia#hetalia world stars#francis bonnefoy#antonio fernandez carriedo#frain#hws spain#hws france#spafra#fraspa#hetalia fanart
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engspa, fraspa, turkspa, russpa, pruspa, ausspa, denspa, nedspa, gerspa, swespa, greespa, romespa, & frukspa, frapruspa, engportspa, turkrusspa, turkfraspa, fraportspa, greeturkspa, denpruspa, ruspruspa, gerpruspa, romeengspa & frukpruspa, turkrusfraspa, engportfraspa &—
#i'm just keeping track of the ships in my fleet dont mind me#helia's ships#so many combinations so little time#(and content)#if only fic writing could be a full time job *sigh*#current obsession:#ROMESPA ROMESPA ROMESPA
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I made a parody of that one Eros and Psyche painting
#my art#digital art#fanart#antonio carriedo#aph france#aph spain#francis bonnefoy#hetalia#aph#frain#fraspa#spafra#eros and psyche
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Frain in Cardverse
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