#hello guys from hetalia fandom you need to see this
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About your agere post...
Why do you always have to lie? I am that so-called "former mutual". You are willfully misinterpreting what I said to villainize me, even when I wasn't speaking about you, OR real age regressors. What I was very CLEARLY talking about at the time are the adults who PRETEND to age regress in order to manipulate minors who don't know better. How dare you put such insensitive, ableist, vile words in my mouth. If your post was truly made with positive intent, you would not have needed to drag a friend that you lost in fucking June of 2022 into it. Keep our names out of your mouth. Mind your goddamn business. I'm tired of hearing about your bullshit.
hello anon, which I can clearly tell who you are from your tone; I will not stoop down to your level, but i am willing to educate about what age regression is because it seems that even when you said that in the first place, you've confused age regressors with the dreaded DDLG community, who are known to infiltrate many SFW spaces; those same people in that dreaded community are the ones who you were "CLEARLY talking about at the time are the adults who PRETEND to age regress in order to manipulate minors who don't know better."
as i said earlier, the DDLG (and variants) people you confuse us with do not belong in agere spaces at all, since they believe regression is inherently kinky, which is already a huge misconception about agere. there have been countless reports of ddlg people using regression to lure actual regressors into their fetish without consent, which is actually fucked because many regressors are minors who cannot consent! when people regress into littlespace we cannot consent even when their body is an adult! literally look at how many times regressors have to tell the ddlg community to not interact with anything, because many times, the ddlg community does not have boundaries and will sexualize anything seen as childish, innocent, cute, or even in some cases, sexualize an entire alternate fashion that was meant to repel these people away in the first place.
now let's go on to why people regress and there's a good amount of reasons why. “People with a history of trauma may be more likely to regress” and is “used by people who’ve experienced childhood trauma, mental health issues, or physical health issues.” i regress because i have survived abuse, and i have involuntarily regressed when i am reminded of the countless times i have been abused and dehumanized from my family and from my abuser, who was very prominent in this fandom although if i recall, they have moved to the Centricide fandom. other factors of why people regress include:
schizophrenia
dissociative identity disorder (DID)
post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD)
depression
dementia
borderline personality disorder (BPD)
think about why people regress in the first place before making an incredibly harmful assumption about a perfectly healthy coping mechanism that has been recommended by countless psychiatrists as a means to heal from trauma and to reclaim a childhood many survivors never had.
this extremely toxic mentality is why I have said that the hetalia fandom has been extremely dangerous towards regressors, especially if someone sees one of the country people as a caregiver to them! germany has always been the closest thing i’ve ever had to a father figure, because guess what? i lost my dad when I was 3 due to generational trauma taking a toll on him!
also about that last part: your names have never been mentioned at all, even in the tags??? i do not stoop down by calling out the names of certain people because i am an adult with critical thinking skills and know better than to spit the vile names of those who harmed me. besides, why not mind your own business when you see regressors having fun and healing their wounds with the anime country guys? consult this image:
#// abuse#hetalia#if someone from that dreaded community i mentioned hijacks this post i will commit violence#because agere people in this fandom already have so much to go through#also i am still going to tag this as hetalia bc not all regressors appreciate hetalia in their agere spaces#and hetalia ageres are still incredibly brave for standing their ground in this fandom
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Since this is my timeline or blog i guess, I'm going to give tumblr the same treatment i did with facebook.
So Hello! Noya is Here! Nice to meet you all, I use Tumblr back then when 2016-ish(?) And now i'm a certified facebook boomer so need to re-educate myself on how to use it!
Few more words!
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• What do i post? Or What Content do i give?
Well, Art and stuff of Course! I love to post my own drawing and more!
• What do i draw exactly?
Ocs! Lots of Ocs and sketches! Sometimes fanart from a fandom but you'll rarely see that because i'm not a main fanartist :"(((
• What fandom i'm in?
Many, I can't tell that much but i'm in Homestuck, TF2, WRWRD,Hetalia,Arcana,Enstar, Degrees of Lewdity, Cell of Empireo Many more!
• Do i have any trigger ?
Nope! I enjoy any type of content, so give me what you guys have!
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Congrats on 1000 hon! You totally deserve this! With your amazing writings and they way that you wrote characters amazes me, and I’m super excited to see what you have in the future!
The questions:
Kaeya: Kaeya is actually pretty good and he’s a fun character. You never know what to expect from this man, so he’s a fun guy! An extrovert yes, but he’s still best man!
Zhongli: Zhongli is, like, the best person ever??? Like??? HES SO SWEET AHHHH- I would totally love to try his tea since I’ve been trying to drink it more, and his stories are amazing.
Party: Kaeya, Bennett, Ningguang and Barbara!
Other games and such:
I’m a history lover, so one of my fandoms is actually the place of Hetalia. Yes we’ve improved snjsjdjs. I also enjoy reading Warriors, Wings of Fire, I like to watch anime.
Looking forward to:
Definitely some of the banner reruns (Zhongli especially lol), I’m also excited to see the rest of Teyvat, oh to explore it all at once!
Extra about me:
I’m an artist obvi and am always on the look for inspiration and improvement! I’m also a YouTube (Datonecanadian Animator), I’m currently working on a comic series called Historydragons, and I want to be a history teacher some day! If you ever need help with history, I’d be glad to help!
hello, love! thanks for joining me in the 1000 celebration! We’ve been on this journey for some time now. There are a few people that stuck with me from the beginning and I thank you for being one of them :)
I hope Zhongli comes back on a banner - I’d love to get one of his constellations - at C6 he can HEAL - like destroy my heart and put it back together geo daddy, please.
Ningguang*** woooow - she’s such a beautiful character model - I like her idle animation where she spins her pipe; sophisticated lady.
It’s been so long since I last read a book. I think the last thing I read was 1984, and like ... ooof. My sister is an avid reader and she tries to get me into things all the time - but it’s hard to balance with all my hobbies.
Like, world history? because I can get down with some world history - There is so much to offer and so much culture too. *chefs kiss* I love it!
Oh! Please! I hope you become a great History teacher and show people just how important it is to remember what happened before us <3
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“pirate England was next. I feel as though mafia related imagines don’t fit this clown so I went with his other persona instead. I’m thinking for Russia it might be a mafia AU however. also, anyone in the mood for a viking Denmark or yakuza Japan imagine?? cause I know I am. also, I know this is hella OOC for pirate england but I couldn’t care less.”
character: pirate arthur kirkland -mentions of sexual assault-
fandom: hetalia
song recommendations: safaera - bad bunny, 7/11 - beyonce,
“you’re what?” you asked Arthur in disbelief, “you’re captaining a ship full of pirates?” Arthur knew this wasn’t going to go over with you well. he was afraid of your initial reaction however he was glad that you weren’t throwing anything at him yet.
you gave him a blank look, “wait, why? are they forcing to be their captain or something? this isn’t like you at all.” Arthur grabbed your hand before he felt a stinging feeling in his heart as you immediately took your hand back, “not at all. this was my choice. it’s the right choice,” he finally spoke.
you bit your lip as you tried to figure out what to say, “they need me out there. fighting battles and constantly losing against Spain is no longer acceptable. I’m the only sailor adequate enough to go out there and win.”
finally having enough of him talking, you stood up as he read betrayal all over your face, “and I need you here! with me! and now you’re leaving me, how typical,” you chuckled.
Arthur gave you an unreadable expression, “what do you mean by typical?” he asked, “don’t act your dumb, Kirkland. you knew getting dumped by men for life at sea isn’t exactly new for me,” you yelled, “this isn’t the first time and clearly it isn’t the last.”
you started walking away as Arthur ran after you. tears streamed down your face as you made the tread back towards your home.
you guess you had to start all over again.
“come with me,” you immediately whipped your head back around to face Arthur, “come with me. you can’t live without me and I clearly can’t live without you so come with me and together we will rule the sea.”
your parents heard the argument and instantly stopped what they were doing, “you know women don’t belong out at sea, stop saying idiotic things,” you reprimanded him.
a part of you knew what you were saying was true but another part of you wanted to scream yes and take him up on his offer.
“so? I’m the captain of that ship and whatever I say goes. if I want my lady to come along with me, so be it,” he exclaimed as you sunk down on the grass and tried to think of everything he was telling you, “you know what I’m saying is true, don’t deny it.”
you sighed, “Arthur, it’s dangerous out there for me. I won’t have the respect of any of the men on board and I refuse to fight for your attention and the approval of your men all at once.”
Arthur could tell the fight inside of you was dying. although your words said the complete opposite, he could feel that you were going to say yes.
“who said anything about fighting for my attention?” he mentioned, “outside of my duties with the rest of my crew, my attention would be on you.”
you sighed for what felt like the thousandth time, “Arthur, I don’t know,” you whispered as he finally closed the gap between the two of you. he grabbed your hands and gave you a passionate kiss. Arthur knew this would be the final straw before you gave in. Arthur had a very convincing tongue and knew he could get you to agree.
not too far away, your parents knew that you had made your decision. they knew they couldn’t argue with your decision but they tried to make it seem as if they weren’t ever listening to your argument as they watched you walk back towards the house.
“hello mother, father,” you said curtly before walking straight into the house. your parents walked in shortly after, “so, what are you plans for the night?” they asked.
you sat on the chair and fixed your dress before giving them a blank look, “the usual. making you guys dinner before reading and heading to bed,” you said whispering the last part. your father couldn’t help but laugh, “is that all?”
you rolled your eyes, “clearly! now if you don’t mind, I’ll be getting dinner started.” you got up from your chair and made your way to the kitchen to start on their food.
your parents gave each other one final look before going back to their duties.
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once dinner was finished and you went to your room, you took out a tattered up bag from your tiny closet. you packed all the outfits you could fit into the bag and hid it behind the door.
grabbing another bag, you put all of your prized items into it. it was mostly things your parents gave you as a child and items that Arthur had given you since he met you.
just as you finished packing, you heard a knock on your wooden door, making you jump a few feet back. you shoved the bag into the closet before unlocking your door and opening it.
“yes?” you asked as your father widened the door open, “are you heading to bed soon?” you nodded, “well, I guess your mother and I should bid you goodnight. be safe and know that we love you.”
you knew exactly what they were referring too but you stayed quiet on the matter.
“I will. I love you both as well.”
the dusk finally crawled in and you heard a knock on window. knowing that it was Arthur, you opened it and noticed Arthur staring at you with a smirk playing on his face.
“ready to go love?”
you nodded as you grabbed the bags you were taking and chucked them out the window. Arthur was surprised that you weren’t taking as much as he assumed you were.
giving one last look to your room, you pulled yourself over the window as Arthur caught you. he gave you a long kiss before releasing you and taking your bags.
the two of you made your tread to the dock but before you could lose total sight of your home, you noticed your parents standing at the doorway. the only light shining on them was by the small lamp next to your door.
“come on love, before you make us late.”
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the ship had made in what you assumed was a small island off the coast of Spain. being that you were the only girl on the ship, you took care of the domestic things. Arthur made it known to everyone that you were not there as their maid but as another crew member.
the clothes you wore were a bit tattered as time moved along but you couldn’t pick and choose how your clothes looked. the life at sea was much worse than the stories you heard. the only thing that made any of this worth it was being with Arthur.
he taught you how to defend yourself and showed you how to kill a man without much trouble. you were afraid of your new bound abilities but you knew that one day, it would come in handy.
your ship was currently caught up in a war with some rogue pirates from Spain. their leader, Antonio, knew first hand of the lady abroad Captain Kirklands ship. he knew that with the right time and place, he could take you hostage, and make Arthur pay an enormous amount of money for your return.
you had stopped at a small shop to gather a few non perishable food items. there wasn’t much of an option but you knew everyone on board was tired of half cooked fish.
just as you grabbed a small loaf of bread, you felt an arm wrap around you. you immediately turned around to see a brown headed man with the proudest smile on his face.
“no one here can help you,” you knew exactly who this was, “you can scream, you can cry but the only person who can save you is,” he stopped for a dramatic pause, “hm, no one! now how about we take you back to my place? show you what a real pirate is.”
he dragged you towards his men and paid the owner some gold to keep her tiny little mouth shut.
little did Antonio know, one of you crew members seen the interaction happen. he knew he wouldn’t be able to save you on his own so he immediately booked it back to the ship, pushing different crew members out of his way until he reached the captains quarters.
“captain! captain!” he screamed as he pushed the door open. Arthur stood up with an angry expression, “captain! they took her! they took Princess ( your name )!” you weren’t a princess in the slightest but the men did give you that title as a way to show their loyalty to you as the captain’s mate.
“who took her,” Arthur pushed his wooden desk away before grabbing the boy by his jacket, “ANSWER ME, GOD DAMN IT!”
the boy finally got back to realization, “Captain Carriedo, sir! he and his men kidnapped her and are planning on using her as bait until you pay him for her return.”
Arthur immediately let out a scream as he gathered all the men abroad the ship and started planning out your rescue mission. he would rather have all his men die if it meant that you would be returned.
Antonio on the other hand had you handcuffed and tied to a very expensive looking chair. you hadn’t been gagged as a few men heard your profanities and pleas to let you be released. it wasn’t until Antonio returned that they got dismissed.
“amor, what are we going to do with you?” he asked, “Captain Kirkland’s beautiful and I mean beautiful partner is being held hostage and they don’t have the slightest clue.”
you stayed silent as he grabbed you by the face and held your chin, “don’t you know it’s rude to not speak when spoken too?” he yelled before trying to recompose himself, “maybe you wouldn’t know that. you are Arthur’s mate. one can only assume that he’s just as trashy as he looks.”
“don’t you speak like that about him,” you muttered. Antonio gave you a smirk, “ah, so she does speak! look at that,” he mocked, “listen, we can get this done easily and without pain. tell me all of Kirkland’s plans and I’ll let you go. if you refuse, I might have to resort to other measures.”
you still hadn’t spoken up again.
“you can be tied and tortured like a real sailor would be or maybe I’ll take other measures,” he scanned your entire body, “you do look like a real treat. I can already see Kirkland’s reaction if he caught us. mortified, angry, upset, who knows! maybe he’d dump you and I can keep you. make you mine and together we can rule the Spanish seas together.”
you spat on his boot making him chuckle, “hard to get, I see,” Antonio immediately lunged for you. you tried to dodge him but he immediately came for your neck.
“see, I could do something very wrong in the eyes of God but as I see it, you aren’t worth it,” he explained, “you’re a sailor. all that makes you a woman is your physical features. you’ve been surrounded by sailors, trained by sailors, you think like one as well so I might as well treat you as one.”
Antonio grabbed his blade from his boot and held it up against the opening of your mouth. you immediately let out a blood curling scream as he cut into your mouth. blood instantly fell to floor as you felt tears streaming down your face.
“however, I haven’t been pleased in such a long time so treating myself wouldn’t be so bad,” he whispered as he ripped open the top part of your dress. he dragged the blade down your chest, making tiny cuts on your chest, “getting my fill isn’t so bad, right?”
you couldn’t do much else but cry as he attacked your neck with sloppy kisses. you just hoped that Arthur found you before he killed you or did anything more.
it felt like eternity until you heard shouting and screaming. Arthur had found you and lead the battle in your name. it didn’t take long until he reached the room and seen the way Antonio had you.
“let go of her you piece of shit,” Arthur threatened as he grabbed his pistol from his boot and aimed it towards the Spaniard, “ohoho, now you save her? look at her. she’s useless. she didn’t even bother to stop me!”
Arthur knew everything he was saying was a lie. you clearly looked like you put up a fight but there wasn’t much you could do as you were still tied up and held back.
he analyzed your injuries. all of them were sustainable injuries that you could recover from. the only injury he seen that would leave permanent damage was the cut on your mouth.
Arthur immediately shot at the roof to get the other crew members a chance to know where he was. Antonio lunged for him as Arthur quickly moved out of his way. you sat there as you watched the both of them fight.
it wasn’t until more of your men arrived on scene that you felt any sense of relief. your mouth was still bleeding and you felt like you were due to pass out at any moment.
“we got her, captain!” one of the men screamed, “lets go before more arrive!” they screamed.
Arthur stabbed Antonio once more on the stomach before leaving the blade inside of him and running off. he took you out of the arms of the crew member and ran as fast as he could to his ship.
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it was hours until you finally regained consciousness. your breathing was low and Arthur stood at your side until he seen your eyes flutter open again. a smile immediately came onto his face.
“hey Kirkland,” you whispered as he grabbed your hand, “how are you feeling love?” you didn’t say much as he could tell the conversation was still very uncomfortable for you.
“I feel like I look ten times more ugly than I already did,” you whispered as you looked at your scar on the mirror, “out of all the places he could’ve attacked me, it had to be on my face,” you exclaimed.
Arthur immediately shook his head, “those are your first sailor scars. everyone gets them,” he tried to assure you, “you’re still the girl I fell in love with regardless if you have them or not.”
you remained silent as he brought you in for a hug. you sobbed into his shoulder as he tried to calm you down, “he didn’t get the chance to do anything to me,” you managed to say through sobs, “all he did was rip the top of my dress.”
Arthur shushed you, “he can’t hurt you anymore. I have no idea if he’s alive or not but let the next time we come in contact with any of his ship mates, it’ll be fury like no one has seen before.”
“for now, how about you come outside and take a breath of that fresh sea air,” he offered, “all the men are asleep so they won’t be looking at you.”
you made your way out of your shared quarters and onto of the ledge of the ship. you stood there as the wind blew through your air and you breathed in the fresh air.
Arthur stood behind you with a blank look on his face. he never meant to wrangle you into this lifestyle but he watched as you looked up at the stars and felt where the scar was starting to form.
he would be damned if he let anyone touch you that way again. Arthur knew he would have to train you a lot more and teach you how to save yourself from a hostage situation. although he was thinking about all of that, he also felt wary about even letting you off the ship again. Arthur knew he couldn’t keep you in the ship all of your life but he knew that if you were leave the ship once more, someone would have to come along with you because if you got into one more incident like that again, he was sure his murder count would reach the thousands.
for now, Arthur climbed upon the ledge of the ship and held you close. you laid your head on his chest and breathed in softly as he kissed the top of your head as another thought reached him.
whenever he looked at you, marriage was the first thing he thought of. maybe marriage so bad after all.
ALITA
#APH England#aph england x reader#aph england imagine#arthur kirkland x reader#arthur kirkland imagine#arthur kirkland#england imagine#england x reader#pirate england#pirate england imagine#pirate england x reader
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A Night at Work - England x Reader
Fandom: Hetalia
Word Count: 1,611
My Masterlist
Warnings/disclaim: general
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Author’s Note:
Originally posted on DeviantArt, under the same username, on 06/18/2013. Revamped/edited in 2020
___ is a blank for your name/oc/whatever you prefer
Written in 2nd person
Line/header is to separate paragraphs to indicate time skips, as Tumblr hates my formatting.
Story under cut
Daylight has fled the sky as you walked into the bar. The sky rumbles with thunder promising rain once again. The bartender knows you by name because, well, he's your boss. He waves at you with a weak smile.
"Hey, ____. You're early for your shift." He looks at you for a moment. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I didn't sleep well so I’m not feeling too good, and this weather isn't to helping."
"Lighten up, it's a Tuesday. Business will be slow and you're not working on Friday or Saturday night. You don't have to worry about crowds at all this week." The thought bought a small smile on my face. "There we go! Now please try to be nice and smile for any customers tonight. I need to leave for most of the night but I should be back in time to lock up."
"Okay please be back on time to lock up. I really don't want to deal with any late stragglers by myself tonight."
“If I'm not back an hour before we close, call and remind me what time it is." He didn't give you any time to reply and he just walked out the door.
Time was snailing by at work. The only issue when it's not busy is that time goes by so slowly. Only a couple of regulars are in. Although they are the regulars that don't really talk to anyone. They just come in, sit down and someone brings them their usual drink and the customer just sits there until about two hours until closing time.
Watching the water evaporate as you slowly and lazily wash the bar. You look up to see your favorite customer and a smile comes to your lips.
"Evening sir." You smile at him and stick your tongue out at him as well.
"Evening darling." He chuckles then sticks his tongue back out at me.
"Your usual?"
"No, I want to try something different today."
"What would that be?" You looked at his bushy eyebrows then looked away remembering that he is insecure when people stare at them for too long. Personal, you thought they were cute but you could never tell a customer that.
He was still quite and pondering. "There was something that my Japanese friend suggested but I really can not remember what the name was. I think it started with an 'S'?"
"Sake?"
"Yes! That's it!"
"Well, unfortunately, we don't carry that in this small England pub." You giggled.
"Oh, I was hoping to try some." He pouted his lips.
"Well, I shouldn't be telling you to go to another place. But..." You trailed off.
"Oh please tell me. I won't tell your boss, I like to talk to you when I come in here."
"There's a small Japanese restaurant about 20 miles west from here that would probably sell sake."
"I didn't think England had any Japanese restaurants!" His green eyes widen at me. You stared into green eyes for a moment before you shook your head.
"Yeah, I went there with on a date about two months ago. It was really nice and it seemed to have really good Japanese qualities."
"Wait, when did you go on a date?" It's as if he didn't hear anything after your first sentence.
"I just told you, about two months ago. Why?"
His face darkened and he looked sad. "Is it okay if I ask who you went with?"
"Of course, but before I let you know. I need to know why you want to know?" Mental you were scolding yourself for flirting with a customer. You have known him for two years yet you have never asked his name nor has he for your name.
Blush crawled all over his face as he fumbled on his words. "I... You know... I am just curious...?" He is so unsure of his own words, so cute.
"Really now?" You smiled like Cheshire cat.
"NO!" You jumped as some blonde yells across the room and strode over to you both.
"Alfred! Go home!" Your customer yelled at the blonde, you assumed to be named Alfred now. "You're drunk and being as bad as that stupid frog!"
"Awww come on, Arthur. Tell her how you feel." Alfred slumped onto your customer. Whose name you've learned is Arthur. It's a plain but handsome name.
"Yeah Arthur tell me how you feel about me." You leaned forward placing my elbows in front of him and resting my chin on my hands. I stared into his green eyes waiting for his reply.
"I... I..." He trailed off and I started to feel bad for him as he struggled to find his words. "I don't like you at all!" He stood up quickly. "I hate you and I never want to see you again!" He stormed out towards the bar door.
“Wait! Arthur!" You called out after him but he only ignored you.
"Dudette don't worry about it. He just has bad mood swings. He loves you but doesn't want to admit it because he's scared you'll reject him." Alfred hiccuped from his too heavy intake of alcohol. "You like him back right?" You just simply nodded as you stared at the door. "Don't worry I'll," he hiccuped, "try and talk to him and tell him you love him." He staggered out of the door and only fell once.
When you finally came to your senses and looked away from the door. Everyone was staring at you "Hey guys mind your own business!" The reason you were hired, you're tough and you stand your ground when needed. Everyone that was staring became very interested in their drinks all sudden.
It must be close to closing time considering there were only two people in the entire pub. You looked at your phone, yeah it's 2 A.M. time to close in about two hours. You went around cleaning up any other little things you looked at a clock on the wall. Only one hour to go. You sat behind the bar and pulled out your phone and dialed your boss's number.
"Hey, ____. Is it already 3?"
"Yeah, it is. You going to head back over?" You played with your (h/l)(h/c)
"Well I am actually kinda stuck with my family for about 30 more minutes then I'll rush right over. Okay?"
"Please just hurry. I only have one more person in here and if I lock the door I can kick him out, clean up, put stuff away and I can be done by 4 on the dot. You were the one complaining about paying me for overtime."
"Yes, yes I know. Just go ahead and tell the guy we'll be closing in an hour and you're going to start to clean up."
"Okay see you about 45 minutes."
"K see you." He hung up and you stood and walked over to Phil. He was usually our last-minute customer who came in for about four drinks then he leaves.
"Hey, Phil. We're close in about an hour and I am going to start cleaning up okay?"
"That's fine darling. I am only doing two drinks tonight and I'll head on out."
"Okay if I get too noisy or you don't like the music I have on just give me a shout and I'll stop." You smiled at him and he chuckled and just nodded.
Cleaning was easy, you just needed to put up the chairs and mop the floor and you kept the volume down on your playlist just in case. Phil left around 3:30 and all you had to do was wait for your boss, Hunter, to get back to lock up. Just to your luck, someone walked in through the door.
"Hello, sir. Just so you know we are closing in about 20 minutes."
"I know." He mumbled and he took Phil's seat which you had not put up yet.
"Is there a drink you'd like?"
"Sake..."
"Arthur?" He turned his head slowly with tears down his handsome and sad face. "Oh Arthur, what's wrong?"
"You like me back but," hiccup, "I yelled at you and said I hated you."
You gave him a small smile at his sweetness even when he's a drunk. "Arthur, I know that you don't hate me."
"You do?" He sniffled.
"Yes." You sat on his lap and hugged him as he cried like a small child and you rubbed his back slowly. "How much have you drank tonight?"
"Only," hiccup, "like four bottles of beer."
"Only four and you're wasted? Are you sure you're British?"
"See I'm not even man enough for you!" He starts crying even harder how.
"Hey, Arthur. Look at me." You pushed back on his shoulders so that he looks at you.
"Why I don't even know your name."
"It's ___. Now, look at me."
"Fine but I don't see wh-." You cut him off with a soft kiss.
"Please just calm down I don't like seeing you cry." He smiled at you softly and laid his head on your shoulder.
"Who did you go on a date with?"
"My brother, he’s a lot younger than me, so I took him out."
"I guess I really overreacted, didn't I?" He sighed
"Just a bit." You teased and giggled.
“Good. Will you let me take you on a date?" He looked at you.
"I guess I can let you."
"You guess?" His eyes started watering.
"Oh, Arthur, I mean yes." You peck kissed his cheek then got off of his lap.
"Okay good." He smiled then passed out. You shook your head then smoothed out his eyebrows and kissed his cheek again.
"Sleep well."
#fanfic#fanficition#hetalia#hetalia fanfic#england x reader#england/reader#arthur kirkland#lalahbug#lalah writes#reader insert#xreader#self insert
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Finally a list of anime fandoms...
Hello, I made a more comprehensive list of anime that I’ve watched as well as those I’m planning to watch over winter break. Please, if you have any suggestions or want to ask if I’ve seen a certain anime not listed (as these were just pulled off Hulu and not any other streaming platform), please don’t hesitate to ask! If you’d like to request anything, the following list of anime I’ve watched will be here for your convenience!
Anime I’ve watched (in no order in particular):
✓ Ouran High School Host Club
✓ Fruits Basket
✓ Fullmetal Alchemist/Brotherhood
✓ Death Note
✓ Black Butler
✓ Noragami
✓ Yuri on Ice
✓ Durarara
✓ Soul Eater
✓ Blue Spring Ride
✓ Say “I Love You”
✓ Psycho Pass
✓ Attack on Titan (1st and 2nd seasons only)
✓ Beyond the Boundary
✓ Blue exorcist
✓ Devilman Crybaby
✓ Eden of the East (it’s been a while)
✓ Hellsing Ultimate (haven’t finished)
✓ Hetalia: Axis Powers (haven’t seen in like 6/7 years)
✓ The Devil is a Part-Timer!
✓ Jojo’s Bizzare Adeventures (v. shaky as I haven’t seen all of the five parts, mostly get info from my roommate)
✓ Kamisama Kiss
✓ Kill la Kill (haven’t finished)
✓ Space Dandy (seen a bunch of when it was on Toonami lol, but still haven’t finished)
✓ Tokyo Ghoul (love of my life)
Edit: I’ve also watched Ghost Hunt!
Anime I intend to watch or will watch in the future (alphabetical, hopefully):
✗ Akira
✗ Akame ga Kill
✗ Assassination Classroom (some experience with the manga, first 4 vol.)
✗ Attack on Titan (next seasons)
✗ Bungo Stray Dogs
✗ Card Captor Sakura
✗ Clannad + Clannad After Story
✗ Cowboy Bebop (have seen first couple of episodes)
✗ Death Parade
✗ Durarara x2 (need to finish)
✗ Food Wars!
✗ Haikyu!!
✗ Maid-sama
✗ My Hero Academia
✗ No Game No Life
✗ One Punch Man (need to finish)
✗ Persona 5: the Animation
✗ Shiki
✗ Snow White with the Red Hair
✗ Steins;Gate
✗ Terror in Resonance
✗ Tokyo Ravens
✗ Trigun
✗ Your Lie in April
I know I’m way behind in terms of the newer anime on this list. I actually was an avid anime consumer in my junior high and early high school days, but it fell out of my interest. It wasn’t until I started college that I started to find interest in it again. So I’ve been trying to catch up on all I’ve missed in the past five or six years I’ve missed.
After this next week (finals, wish me luck ;-;), I will be opening up request for literally whatever. I’m going to be looking around for some of the prompts/list thingys and such I see floating around on Tumblr from time to time to use for requests. I’m not sure what to do and I’ve never done anything like this before so I’m sure there are going to be hiccups. Any suggestions would be helpful please and thank you!
My fanfic, “Cuff Links,” on AO3 will be updated within the next couple weeks with a brand new spanking chapter, yeehaw. (Don’t worry guys I’ll be fixing the AO3 links so it looks ~better~ and more ~”professional”~ or whatever.)
Thanks!
#fandom#fandoms#ao3#archive of our own#AO3 fanfic#anime#ouran high school host club#OHSHC#fruits basket#fullmetal alchemist#fullmetal alchimist brotherhood#death note#black butler#noragami#yuri on ice#yuri!!! on ice#yoi#durarara#soul eater#blue spring ride#ao haru ride#say i love you#psycho pass#attack on titan#aot#shingeki no kyojin#beyond the boundary#kyokai no kanata#blue excorsist#ao no exorcist
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Fan Fiction Master Post (and Where to Find Them):
Hello, Internet. It’s been about a year and a half since I last updated my master post and it’d be nice for you to pass this one around instead of the others. And so much has happened since the last list! I finally jumped on the Ao3 train! This list has got everybody here. If you got nothing better to do and need a little fic to put on the wounds life has dealt you (or if you’re a little bit of a masochist and want something that’ll tear your soul to shreds), then pick a link and indulge yourself, K? Like last time, this list is organized alphabetically by fandom and chronologically, if there’s a series. You’ll see what I mean. Enjoy!
** indicates a story in progress as of the time of posting this list.
Attack on Titan:
Classified Files: Ackerman, Levi
AU Crack! Hanji needs a favor from Levi, but there's no way Levi would be so willing. That's what she has Eren for! But...Well...Why can't Hanji's experiments ever go right?
Black Butler:
Just a Simple Interview, Right?
1 of 4. What starts out as just an interview with 19 year old earl Ciel Phantomhive for the paper turns into a little more than that a young reporter bargains for when she meets his enigmatic, yet beautiful butler. (Mostly T rated with some lemon chapters)
His Strange Little Girl and Her Butler, the Enigma
2 of 4. She had her interview, but gained a few new friends and one very, very special butler. Now, she has her beautiful demon husband for the rest of eternity. But when the honeymoon’s over…is it really over? Of course not. We can’t have anything simple, can we? (Also T rated with a few lemon chapters.)
You, Me, and Cambion Makes Three
3 of 4. The Michaelis family has grown by one. The young lord has finally married Lady Elizabeth. So, what comes next? A little catastrophe, perhaps? (Yet again, T rated with a few lemon chapters.)
Her Butler, One Last Time
4 of 4. So blissfully living as a magazine contributor in modern day New York City. Until she meets her new landlord…or her demon husband from a past life?
Peace, Love, Unity, Respect
(Mini-series) She’s graduated college. Her boyfriend dumps her. Her roommates find a way to cheer her up. But for whatever reason, she’s feeling a little desperate. Especially when the DJ keeps giving her looks. He feels like he’s seen her somewhere before…
Crossovers:
Trouble Comes in Threes
(Hetalia x Fruits Basket) Francis, Gilbert, and Antonio could get anyone they want. They're beautiful, they're young, and the whole school knows it. But...They've had it all and grow bored. Even traveling outside city limits wouldn't prove to be any sort of challenge. But after a mess of a party, it appears Yao and Kiku's family tree is extending its roots when their cousins relocate. They couldn't stay at the Sohma house forever.
A New Hacker Has Entered the Chat**
(DRAMAtical Murder x Mystic Messenger) The RFA is usually pretty airtight when it comes to their information. Although, when their systems end up getting hacked, Seven and MC put their heads together to figure out who did it and why their source is coming from two different places.
DRAMAtical Murder:
His Angel Bunny
When Angel goes into work on her day off, she just wants to throw her head against the wall. Until she sees a cute boy with a face full of metal and a heart full of sadness. She had to do something about it. Little did she know, that would lead to the greatest domino effect adventure of her life.
About Time
Just a quick one-shot of Koujaku doing a HUGE favor to humanity. Thank you, Koujaku, for your bravery and your services.
Death Note:
Lawliet
Ever wonder how L happened? The name? The person? The little boy behind it all…? (child!Lx parental!Reader going into the Kira investigation)
Fairy Tail:
The Princess and the Dragon
(AU) She wants to be where the wizards are. However, her father has other plans for her. Stay out of the books, Lucy! You don’t need to practice magic! How do you expect to further the bloodline if you don’t meet anyone?
The Siren’s Song
(AU) Beware a frozen heart desperate for warmth...What a load of garbage...Right?
The Knight in Shining Armor (At the time of me posting this, the last chapter is going out this week)
(AU) Erza's flashbacks to the days before she joined the guild kept getting worse and worse. Master Makarov couldn't stand to see one of the strongest members of the guild falling apart like that, so a special job for a special S-Class wizard should be enough to snap her out of it. Especially when that job is for the Fiore royal family.
Fullmetal Alchemist:
Halfmetal Heart
Edward and Winry’s precocious daughter Tricia has picked up the family trade, but when she goes to apply for her state certification, something wonderful catches her eye…
Don’t Forget
Their house used to be a pile of ash, but now, it’s a home as Edward and Alphonse reflect on the day it burned. One-shot
Happy Birthday, Sir
Today marks a very special day in Amestris. It’s the Fuhrer’s birthday! And his wife has a little something, something planned for him, but can Mustang let it be a surprise? One-shot. Partially goes off the Halfmetal Heart canon
The Spark and the Sparrow
Just some young Royai fluff about a thunderstorm that happened at Master Hawkeye’s house. One-shot
Hetalia:
Candy From Strangers**
Amelia's boyfriend is a jerk. No matter how anyone looks at it, he's a straight up jerk. One night, things got a bit out of hand and...Well...He's her ex-boyfriend now. A broken plate to the cheek does that. But a kind hearted stranger in the park was more than ok with fixing up more than the deep cut on her cheek.
Draw a Circle
France stumbles on a mysterious naked woman and can't keep her to himself, so he consults his good friend Britain. Who is she? And where did she come from?
The Legend of Zelda:
Courageous Duality
Five years after the Kokiri Village has been burned by the Gerudo King’s newest apprentice, Link gathers the intestinal fortitude to go back and pay his respects to his old home. Until he finds his true destiny deep within the Lost Woods. Takes place after Ocarina of Time
MCU:
Kilgrave’s Good Little Girl
Who better to bring in a murderous psychopath than a murderous psychopath? (Reader)
Mystic Messenger:
Mistake Messenger
A one-shot collection of alternate routes for Mystic Messenger ranging from sweet and fluffy to naughty and depraved. MC x EVERYONE.
Man’s Best Intern
(AU) Poor Jaehee. Overworked. Underpaid. Under appreciated. Luckily, with the newest C&R intern, anything is possible. Although, when Mr. Han takes a particular shine to her, Jaehee’s workload may be doubled even more.
The Number Next Door**
(AU) MC has finally gotten the opportunity to move into the apartment building of her dreams. After years of clawing her way up with her design blog, things have finally fallen into place for her. That is, until she learns her next door neighbor likes to blast meme music at 1AM.
Regularly Scheduled Programming
(One-shot) Saeran and MC indulge themselves with one night a week for garbage TV. Although, sometimes, we can't always get what we want.
Ouran High School Host Club:
Kiss, Kiss
1 of 3. You’re starting at a new school and for any normal person, that’s difficult. For someone with your list of diagnoses, it’s even worse. Especially when all you want is to keep your head down and find a quiet place to study.
Back to Normal, I Guess
2 of 3. After her summer in New York, Lana goes back to her school in London with her heavy heart full of the memories she made at Ouran Academy. But little does she know, the Ouran Host Club will always be there to welcome her back, no matter what time zone she’s in.
Our New Normal
3 of 3. Lana misses Japan. Can we blame her? Unfortunately, she had to graduate from Ouran Academy sometime. But her new life in New York with Kyoya is only just beginning. College is an entirely different ballgame.
Switch**
Daddy's only looking out for his little girl and he wants what's best for her. She's not ready to take over the...uh..."family business" quite yet. She doesn't understand why she has to go so far just to go to school. But Daddy's word is law. Hey...Why does the angry guy in her homeroom seem familiar? And what's a host club?
Supernatural:
A Family Forged in Fire
1 of 2. Lena was living in an orphanage. Constant rejection day in and day out. They were looking for a baby, not her. Little did she know that a case would bring a pair of brothers that would turn her life upside down.
When the Fire Goes Out
2 of 2. After taking down the devil himself, a girl needs to get away, doesn’t she? Even though it puts her brothers in a worry and opens up a golden opportunity for someone new to slip into her life.
Yuri!!! On Ice:
Adopted
1 of 2. AU: Victor and Violet adopted two precious little boys that they can’t help but love and became an unorthodox family. Even though the youngest can’t stand the oldest, but that’s the way siblings work. And things get even more troublesome when they both want to take up the very thing that brought Mommy and Daddy together.
Off the Rails
2 of 2. After Junior Grand Prix, the Nikiforov family has moved to New York and began their training for next season, including Violet’s comeback. However, her comeback may be a bit more than she…or Victor…bargained for.
Not a Perfect Fairytale (But It’s Ours)
Fairytale AU. Whoever decided the prince needed a princess has terrible foresight…
Surprise
Yurio is always a little paranoid, but for some strange reason, today, his radar was up even more than usual. Especially when Yakov doesn’t yell at him for missing a simple jump. One-shot
Dr. Nikiforov Has a Ring To It
Getting sick sucks something awful on its own. Getting sick with no one else home but your overbearing roommate to take care of you? That’s a mess in itself. One-shot
Pierced Through the Heart
(One-shot) Yurio and Otabek had been together a while now. Why couldn't they have something match like Victor and Yuri?
#fan fiction#fan fiction master post#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#black butler#kuroshitsuji#dramatical murder#hetalia#yuri on ice#supernatural#ouran high school host club#mystic messenger#mcu#fairy tail#death note#fullmetal alchemist#legend of zelda#ffn#ao3#happy reading!
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[PruCan] Chapter 12: Soft-Spoken Calling, They Want Their Shyness Back
Ao3 Link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11159997/chapters/51804982
This Has been cross-posted onto FF & Ao3 under Aliases: BearBooper
You can read this Fic on Tumblr under ‘Keep Reading’ But it is not formatted as well as the AO3 version.
Previous Chapter
Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers
Main Pairing: Gilbert Beilschmidt & Matthew Williams (Prussia & Canada)
AU: College AU - Art Student Matthew and Media/Film Student Gilbert
Age Rating/Mature: Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)
Trigger Warnings: High gone bad. Unwanted touching (just mentions but slightly uncomfortable) Crowds & Depiction of a Panic Attack
In the past, the William-Jones family was a well-to-do, well adjusted and highly successful suburban family. Or at least economically and socially successful- if anyone asked Alfred he would quote their strength of prosperity came exceedingly cursed in terms of emotional wealth. In the most accurate and blunt possible turn of phrase: they were incompatible. Their french woman was an ‘aloof’ type more keen on decorating her doll and darling little boys, rather than acknowledging her arranged marriage to a work-obsessed brit. He could recall the loving pats he would get and Matthew and him sitting on a Saturday morning in a sunroom conservatory of their house in Surrey, England with their mother combing his ruthless cowlicks away; their father would be incessantly jabbering on the phone- something along the lines of investments and long term fail safes. They were 6 when they last saw that old house and it’s growing vines and English charm- his mother had decided to drag them to Canada, and despite the failed boutique business venture in Montreal, she had a trust fund large enough to keep them located there without work- obviously not enough to keep their father interested, Harry always was hard to please. He remembered the arguments that plagued the stairwell, the shouting they thought wasn’t audible through the twin’s bedroom walls.
Harry was quick to file divorce the moment he got a venture in the USA. Turns out it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been arranged married to a woman once her family no longer pulls strings. Alfred went with dad. At least he was still dad back then- Alfred feels remorse when he does hear the word ‘Father’ tumble out Matthew’s mouth as if he was being scolded again. He remembers Matthew staying with mama, her pretty nails and thin arms wrapping around his brother as they said goodbye.
Bad signal phone calls and some Summer camps were the only thing that kept the two siblings in contact, that and the occasional visit when dad couldn’t be arsed to deal with Al’s pestering. Prodigy of the academics, and exceeding in sports was the only way to get dad to put his phone down. He remembered Matthew on the phone complaining mama trying to bar him from hockey, or lamenting that mother didn’t see art as more than a hobby. So different huh? Matthew called a lot. Still close despite the distance. At least not till high school, if only Alfred had shut his mouth, if only he-
“Al? Ah? Has the..signal cut out or..?”Kiku’s voice wandered back into his head.
“I was asking if you’ve talked to your dad about-”
“No, I haven’t asked him about it. I haven’t even talked to Matthew about it. It’s getting late keeks- I should log-off, I’ve got an early lecture.."
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Matthew's head felt subdued, despite the cackling cacophony of laughter that filled the room. His earlier attempts to get some water ended with him giggling with some random people- he could only really recognise the accent-tinged voice of Lukas, asking if he was alright. Of course, he was alright. He was here right? Everything was fine. Okay. good. Has this room always been this fuzzy? The kitchen counter seemed to stretch out forever in front of him and his mind wandered. God, he should not have smoked that much. He probably stank...everyone could probably smell him...oh fuck he’s a dumb idiot. Lukas must hate me.
“I don’t hate you Matthew- what are you going on about?” Shit could he read minds or was he talking, the Canadian’s inner voice seemed to be shouting but the pang only subsided with the tiniest sips of the overly clean tap water.
“Jeez. I thought I told Mathias to not go overboard tonight...look Matthew I need you to tell me how you feel right now.”
Floaty. He felt floaty- but also like he’s sinking, melting into the tile floor and he can’t get up, the shallow attempts at sobering up felt like they were weighted with 10 years of baggage. There are so many voices in this house- has it always been this cramped? Had Lukas’tiles always been that baby blue? Oh god, he’s a horrible friend, he’s gonna be left here so fucking floaty, and he’s just gonna float away and everyone-
“Matthew- Matthew your phone man, Hej! Matthew! For god's sake” suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder and someone reaching into his pockets- despite the sudden discomfort and manhandling, Matthew was too tired to do much but whine at whoever was fishing out his phone. he hated people touching him. Not now.
“Hej? Thank god please tell me you’re calling to pick- …. Yes, Matthew is here isn’t that why you’re calling?. What? .. I- hm, I don’t think he can chat much...okay…” Lukas had moved the phone near to Matthew's ear, holding it with the other hand on his hip in annoyance but also a concern for his very paranoid and high friend.
“Mattie?” Oh, that silken voice that screamed of adventure and rock music, so nice- Gilbert was so nice.
“Gil? Hi hello, what's up eh?”
“Mattie? Where are you?-”
“Above! I’m above!”
“What? Mattie are you- are you drunk or something?” Matthew chose not to answer but instead snort and push his glasses up before humming to his friend on the phone and pushing the little glass rectangle towards Lukas.
“I can’t pick him up, wherever you are… is Tim with him?” This time Lukas answered stating that Tim was incapacitated on a couch somewhere.
“Right. Hm. I’ll go call Alfred and he’ll pick them-”
Suddenly Matthew’s heart rate jumped even higher, if he wasn’t already slightly over aware, now he was on overdrive. The phone had been on speaker and he heard mention of his brother. Alfred couldn’t know. If he knew it would be over. He can’t know. Never know. No. Nope definitely not.
“Uh I don’t think he wants Alfred man, He’s oh shit Matthew breath, please. Matthew- Matt, hold on…Someone call Tim now please!”
Matthew was mumbling. Mumbling and mumbling and god shit it was loud in here and people kept touching him and he just wanted people to stop touching him and fuck fuck fuck. He needed to be sober right now- this was not gonna end well. Breathing sucked. Everything sucked insanely right now. He saw Tim’s clunky shoes in front of him- since when was I crouching? He heard someone saw something and he could feel others watching and watching oh god people are watching, Tim? Hello Tim?
“Matthew. Give me a colour” brown. “Why brown?” Brown because that was the colour of Tim’s shoes right then..he could trace the floor around the brown shoes...browner than the oak trees near his old house.
“How about another colour?” Blue. but like light blue. The kind you swaddle a baby in. blues that seem to almost be too simple and light.
“That's nice, where did you see blue?”
“In the- uh- …” he felt like choking a little bit but the words were coming out. “The kitchen has..blue tiles.” Everything was coming back down to earth and Matthew was starting to feel a bit better- even if his chest hurt a little.
“How do you feel about red?” That was a dumb question. He answered. “I like red.” He loves red. Red is his hoodie. His hoodie which was being pushed into his arms right now as he stood up, and Tim’s face came into view, a slight worry masked with relief at his friend's recovery from the panic attack.
“I...I want to go home.” Matthew spoke as if a fog had cleared up, but he still felt slightly floaty as he was brought into a car with Tim by his side, and chaperoned home. He’ll think more about all of this later. He wanted to sleep.
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Gilbert didn’t like sleeping early on Saturday but then again not many people worked on Sundays. To be fair, Gilbert’s Sunday job was a temporary stand-in at the grocery shop for some lady who got pregnant. He just needed a bit more cash and was willing to spend a few weeks of bagging if it meant he could save up to see his uncle. He should probably sleep now so tomorrow he could get work done without feeling terrible, the diner dinner was already awkward enough.
He wondered what Matthew was doing. Matthew with his sweet smile, who seemed so different in front of his brother and especially with that guy Tim. Matthew who got headaches from too much sugar..who shared vanilla milkshakes. God Matthew was adorable. After scrolling through his social media (and perhaps doing some minor stalking of a certain boy’s Instagram) Gilbert was still not tired enough to call it a night. When did his Saturday nights become ‘wait til work’ days? He was getting a bit too bland he supposed. Ludwig was probably asleep. He should text Mattie- ask how he’s doing- perhaps that invite-only event ended already. Texting didn’t seem to do much. It wouldn’t be too rude to call right? Just to check on him.
“Hey, Birdie! I know you’re probably busy but-”
“Hej? Thank god please tell me you’re calling to pick-” someone else’s voice reverberated down the line, causing great confusion.
“Is uh, Is Matthew Williams there?” Gilbert could hear laughter and hollering in the background but all seemed unimportant except the fact that someone distinctly NOT Matthew picked up the phone.
“Yes, Matthew is here isn’t that why you’re calling?” The voice also sounded just as confused as himself, assuming that Gil knew where Matthew was.
“I don’t really know why I’m calling but now I’m worried, you are not him”
“What?”
“Just put him on the phone and let me talk to him.” Gilbert sighed as he heard the phone being passed, the fumbling noises making a ruckus on the phone.
“.. I- hm, I don’t think he can chat much...okay…” At least whoever this was trying.
With bated breath and a slight pause, the phone seemed to sound as if the jostling was over. “Mattie?” he called out hesitantly
“Gil? Hi hello, what's up eh?” The voice sounded more happy than surprised but much too calm.
“Mattie? Where are you?-”
“Above! I’m above!” what the fuck is he talking about? He sounds completely out of it. Gilbert’s protective instincts kicked in, worried that something had happened to the Canadian. Hopefully, Matthew was as tolerant as his brother and wouldn’t be having a killer hangover tomorrow- he needed Matthew slightly sober tomorrow to at least talk about his project.
“What? Mattie are you- are you drunk or something?” No response. Only a slight humming. Christ. The stranger must have been given the phone since they apologised for Matthew’s inability to cooperate- they asked if he could come to pick the boy up.
“I can’t pick him up, wherever you are… is Tim with him?” shit. Tim was drunk too? What kind of stupid idiots both get drunk if they knew they had to go home. Jeez if that dutch dude got drunk he can only imagine what god awful party Matthew had stuck himself into. He would attempt to get Matthew, but his motorbike and drunk people do not exactly mix well.
Thinking hard he stared at his dorm room door- Alfred! He could call his friend’s brother. “Right. Hm. I’ll go call Alfred and he’ll pick them-”
Suddenly he heard a wail and some noises of shouting- Matthew in the background, only briefly-
“Uh I don’t think he wants Alfred man, He’s oh shit Matthew breath, please. Matthew- Matt, hold on…Someone call Tim now please!”
Gilbert could only hear a rustling and some more movement. With that, the phone seemed to hang up and he stared in complete panic at the phone.
A text.
M @ 12:47am : Hi. This is Matthew’s, Friend Lukas. Sorry for the hang-up, Matthew had a panic attack again. He is okay. They are being taken back to campus by Berwald, Tim will be dropped off back at his house too, nothing to worry about. You might want to help get Matthew to his room later though. Sorry for the trouble. Night.
Fucking hell. Gilbert slipped on some sweatpants, a jumper and some flip flops, already on his way out to meet up with this Berwald guy at the dorm entrance.
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A Dance With The Bull - A Hetalia Fanfic
A Dance With The Bull
(Above Link Links to Fanfiction.net)
Fandom: Hetalia
Fanfiction Site: This story is found on Fanfiction.net only
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This is a Crossover Hetalia - Axis Powers & Yuri!!! on Ice
It’s Rated: K+ for some language here and there.
Language: English
And the genres are: Friendship/Drama -
So far, there are for chapters making the total word count (so far): 3,437
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The Summary: New York: Antonio struggles to achieve his dream job while homeless while Romano hopes to return to his career after an injury at the lowest points of their careers, they take the chance of competing in a skating competition. The only problem... they're broke and it's in Europe.
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And here is Chapter 1.
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It was only a few days after the accident and Romano was discharged and allowed to go home finally! So there Romano was on the train and then later hobbling home until he was stopped at the door of his apartment building to find some homeless guy sleeping in front of it.
He huffed, he really didn't need this on top of everything else that had happened that week, "Yo." Romano said, moving his bag behind him and gripping his crutch to use as self-defense.
Romano frowned, as the man kept sleeping, "Hey," He tried again tapping the man with his crutch, "you alive?"
"Mm? Qué?" The man looked up, "Ah! Finally, someone came here!~ hello!" he said standing up arms out as if to hug Romano.
Romano backed up, "You're the strangest homeless person ….." He muttered, moving over to the right to scan his key.
"Eh?~ " The man looked down at himself, "I'm not homeless, I live here!"
"Yeah?" Romano asked, giving the man the side-eye as he attempted to open the door in a way that blocked the stranger's way in.
"Yeah!" The man said, yanking the door wide open for Romano who instantly toppled over, "Oops.."
"Wah, you idoita….."
The man laughed, he got that a lot, "Ay, you're Spanish too?" He asked, extended a hand.
"NO." Romano said shoving his hand away, "Italian." He said, struggling to his feet.
"Oh, that makes sense!" The man said, letting go of the door and it hitting the Italian again.
"Agh!"
"Sorry!"
"Don't touch anything," Romano said through gritted teeth.
"Righ, right." The man said putting his hands in the air.
"So want to tell me why you're sleeping outside the apartment building? Girlfriend dump you or something?" Romano asked, using one crutch as a doorstep and the other as a ladder.
"Oh, yeah sure!" The man laughed and held the crutch still for Romano "Well no, see I lost my key in a fight."
"With the girlfriend?"
"Haha, no. I wish."
"You were mugged?" Romano asked, yanking the crutch from him.
"Um.. no." The man said, going back to holding open the door, "I-.."
"Well, it looks like it." Romano said, picking up his other crutch and hit the elevator's button, "Are you coming?"
"Yeah, well, you should see the other guy and yeah!" The man blushed and touched his black eye for a moment before realizing he was left behind, "Hey, wait up!"
"Okay." Romano stood in the elevator he wanted to get home, "What floor?"
"Five." the man said hitting the button before Romano, "You?"
"Seven." Romano said swatting his hand away, "I said don't touch anything… What's your name anyway?"
"My name? Antonio, and yours?" Antonio said watching the numbers flash as they climbed the levels.
"Romano, and this your floor," Romano said, as the doors opened.
Antonio blinked, wow, elevators were fast here and this was a nice place…. He thought as he looked around.
"Hello? You new here? You do live here don't you?" Romano asked sarcastically.
"Yes! Room.. 24 E. You should come over one day." Antonio said getting out of the elevator.
"Cool, I don't care. And get yourself a new key." Romano said.
"What if I lose it?" Antonio grinned, "Will you let me in again?"
"Nope. Get one of these." Romano said holding up his lanyard, as the doors shut.
Antonio laughed, "That- yeah, that's a good idea! Well, good night! Ah, neighbor!" he called to the elevator door.
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That is the end of chapter 1.
I’ll update the story here slowly, but if you want to read more check out the link to the story below, ciao!
A Dance With The Bull
#TheMGMouse#Fanfiction by TheMGMouse#Hetalia Fanfiction#A Dance With The Bull#Aph Spain#Aph Romano#Hetalia
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We Still Live!!
Hello everyone.
This is new/test Admin Ani here.
I just wanted to assure everyone this blog is still active, and I am still checking it every other day.
The problem is, we are not being tagged, nor have we had a new blog submission for a while, so we look kinda dead :(
So I figured I would just do a post to bring up two things to hopefully get more stuff to rec:
1. if you are part of our directory already, please don’t forget to tag and/or @ this blog. (@ works better int terms of seeing, but I do check tags too)
2. If you want to be recced here, and are not on the directory, please fill out our little form :
https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSeKsgfEFIl8HMcR0EuDeavMXyh35WfZsL4DEWHzIciOTdyL0A/viewform?c=0&w=1
I also want to say something on our Follower/reblog maxes:
If you hit the max because of followers or reblogs from a fandom that is not Hetalia, I won’t hold that against you. For example, if you used to do a lot of Sailor Moon art and got 1500 followers interested in your Sailor Moon art, and that art gets an average of 800+ reblogs BUT your Hetalia stuff gets maybe 5 reblogs, let me know that in the notes. Because then, as I see it, you are an unknown in the Hetalia fandom and need to be recced here.
The previous mods and some flexibility there, and I would like to continue with that flexibility.
Anyway, I hope to see more submissions!
Please guys, keep me busy :)
This fandom is not dead, it is in fact, one of the most active on my dashboard and my Instagram. There has been a real second wave of amazing talent and I hope I can bring notice to all of that talent!
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Overall Senjyushi review+ explanations
Hello~♡ I am here again to review anime~ Just kidding just kidding~♡ I never review anime before. I kind of doubt this "Senjyushi" anime review will help anyone, but here we go! Be Noble!
Ah? Why I type it overall? Let's read to find it out!
It is because, Senjyushi/Senjuushi is divided into three branches so far: game, manga and anime.
About the game, The game is still in JPN only, so far. Sorry, it is not a very good information, right?
Although, if you have Qooapp, you can find it by typing "The Thousand Noble Musketeers" on search bar. This game is relatively new, it is just out few months ago, so it the story is still developing with many hints thrown all over from events, affection stories from all playable characters. A strong will to analyze the story and expanding theories about the plot is necessary to predict next hints and onwards, it is like playing a puzzle! which makes it interesting!
Let's join their adventure! This game is not all about good looking bishounens, they are strong kijyushis/antique guns too! What is the point of good-looking if they are weak anyway?
About the manga? There is not much I can tell you, my fault, I guess. I only believe that this manga will be the key to understand the plot. The art is good and blood is uncensored, yay! There are much story and drawing details, and expressions inside the manga.
For the manga, it can be purchased on Young Ace, and I hope a kind hearted translator can translate it here! It will be the greatest support to be a patron for this small fandom! A big fandom need big and reliable source right?
There are 2 chapters out so far! It is out once a month!
Oi! Now! Let's talk kick back and chill for a bit! Do you believe in second chance? Yeah!
I give this anime second chance on second episode, the animation quality rise a lot, the fighting scene got prolonged and excitement rises! It is funny to watch that red-coat bastard, or Brown Bess (yeah, I call him that 👌) got so persistent about his decision and got unlucky on most of times. The other characters have entertaining personilities and not all bland stereotypical bishounens. Charleville seemed most worrying, Spring is like a child that runs his mouth whenever he wants, Ieyasu is so mature and senpai-like although a bit strict, but he is kind! The interaction between kijyushis/characters are hillarious so far! They are basically bright and funny!
Oh do I forget to mention you that Kentucky legitly say yee-haw and what in the tarnation
Oh everyone is bright Except this guy:
He is so sour that he can melt any iron and anything including your heart (maybe). His name is Chassepot, he is a kind of smug person but pay attention to others much. But!!! He is still so sour that I just want to feed him lemonade all day and watch that smug suffer.
Somehow I wonder why there are so much scenes about well, there are so much that I ended up laughing lololol
Sorry! I have not explain the plot, right? Sorry about that, hahaha! Pinch me if you like, but not too much okay?
The plot so far is about weapons sabotage and tyrannical oppressions from World Emperor, and The Resistance are the protagonist to restore democracy in the world. The weapons got taken by force to make peace, and yet...it is kinda sad to see people can't do anything without help right? I guess we need weapons, afterall!
So the Kijyushi got summoned by Master, whose face can't be seen YET, but i am sure Master is a good people! Without it, there will be no kijyushi or walking and breathing guns (no, don't make cryptic image, omg).
Ah! Oddly enough, there are modern guns who are apparently got personified too, it is very dangerous! But somewhat the resistance will defeat them all, Yay! Good Kijyushis will stay loyal on master side and march forward on missions!
Now, now~Can I tell you about the modern guns?~ they are very strong! There are Mikhail, F, Ghost, Kirsch, Belga, Hokusai, Ninety, 89, Eins and..
FAL.
(Characters named from upper left until bottom right, and the last photo)
(The anime so far only has Belga, Eins, and F.)
(Please play the game to find out their faces! Enemy interactions can be found there too!)
Mikhail is an odd ball. He really loves playing piano and conducting orchestra, how stereotypical classic era dude will do right?~ it is a mystery of why he is blind though..also he likes to bring piano to battlefield
F is another weird guy, he likes to lick burning hot gun barrel. He is both sadistic and masochistic character, he likes to hang around Eins. I can't comprehend my thoughts about him...
Ghost is a man that has semi groom-bride design, but talk like a thug, fear him. He has a good kansai accent. If you like a cold thug bride and thug groom, you can have him. Thug life is a good life y all, be a thug with him, go yee-haw ing around.
Kirsch is the child figure, or like a brat. He is a sadistic type and like to toyed around his underlings, a very dangerous child. He is like the child from "Let me see what you have? A knife!" Meme. Other than that, he behaves cheerful like child and gossiping with F (it is viewable in game story on his chapter).
Belga, or should I say the secondary thug? He has a bunny ears on his military jumpsuit, he laugh and talks in rough thug manner, but he have cute side aka owning a gold fish whom he loves much! He also can't read, a poor kid. Ahn, I feel bad for shooting him during gaming~</3
"what is the color of your blood?" Is Hokusai's catchphrase, he modified his own blood to have blue color, it is unknown why he likes blue color~ but either way, he has a bratty and smug personality~ he is a crazy scientist but kind to other modern guns! Modern guns are odd family afterall..
Ninety, he is a mute guy..but it does not mean he can't enjoy his life. He likes to eat snacks in exchange of going to battle. I don't have any information why he is mute.
89 is a hardcore all nighter mobile game gamer. I have no idea why there is such an average NEET type character can be an antagonist. Behold! This is just Senjyushi thing. He have a glaring eyes, kind of scary. 10/10 will stay away from him.
Eins, he is a strict, cool and dense man, he sticks to mission, his cluelessness about romance and dense personality is beyond amazing. To put it shortly: Hetalia Germany/Ludwig Beilschmdit. Oh wait- They even share same seiyuu haha~
Fal is a new enemy in Senjyushi game during event "ESCAPE". He has ability to stop Supreme Nobility (it is like full power mode) from growing. He has a sadistic personality and likes to torture his gun master, and I have no idea why.
⛦♡~I guess that is it! See you later!~♡⛦
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fanfiction: krampuslauf
Fandom: Hetalia - Axis Powers
Pairing: Austria/Prussia
Characters: Austria, Prussia, Kugelmugel
Rating: G
Summary: Austria, Prussia, and Kugelmugel are on vacation in rural Salzburg when Austria gets talked into participating in the local Krampuslauf, a traditional parade, as a fill-in. He doesn’t like the idea—Krampus runs are loud and rough and sometimes violent. Since he agrees nonetheless, someone needs to look out for Kugelmugel during the parade.
A contribution to the @pruausadventcalendar. Also available on my AO3 and fanfiction.net.
Some notes before the story begins:
The city of Salzburg is the capital of the Austrian federal state of the same name, colloquially called Salzburgerland. This story refers to the latter (the rural part of the federal state). Sankt Johann im Pongau, where the story is set, has about 11,000 inhabitants.
In Austria and some other regions of the eastern Alps, the Krampus is a horned figure with (at least traditionally) a long tongue and one cloven hoof reminiscent of the Devil. Several of them traditionally accompany Saint Nicholas (feast: 6 December) who brings presents to nice children. There is also the tradition of the Krampuslauf (“Krampus run”) on 5 December (“Krampus Day”) in which several groups of Krampus with Saint Nicholas (Passen; singular Pass) parade through the streets, wearing clanking cowbells. Sometimes, children and adolescents try to pester the Krampus without getting hit by their birch rods (a tradition called Kramperltratzen or Kramperlstauben). There are increasing complaints about the Krampus becoming too violent. Indeed, people can get injured during Krampus runs, resulting in broken legs and the like. (I wonder if they’ve actually become more violent or if people are just more sensitive towards violence occurring during folkloristic traditions nowadays than a few decades ago.)
Friedl (short for Friedrich) is the human name I use for Kugelmugel (after Austrian artist Friedensreich Hundertwasser, 1928-2000).
Sankt Johann im Pongau, 4 December 20xx
“It would be much appreciated if you agreed,” Mrs Schneider said. “My husband has a touch of the flu, and the performance of his Pass is arranged so all Krampus parade parallel to each other in groups of two, performing a certain combination of steps. When Saint Nicholas gives the signal with his staff, they dash to the sides, rattling at the barriers where the spectators are. Then, they get back into formation.”
“I don’t know,” Austria said doubtfully. “Shouldn’t they ask someone from Sankt Johann first?”
“On this short notice, they need someone who has a certain sense of rhythm and who actually knows how to dance,” she explained. “That’s why the boys asked me to ask you.”
“Why don’t they ask me directly if it actually matters to them?” Austria was still putting up defences. Prussia could tell he had no intention to agree.
“Because you’re my holiday guest for this week, and because I know you better than them.” Mrs Schneider, on her part, had no intention to give up.
“Please, Mr Edelstein,” Lena, Mrs Schneider’s eight-year-old daughter, begged. “I was so looking forward to seeing Papa in his Krampus costume. Please let me at least see his costume tomorrow evening.” She looked at Austria with beseeching blue eyes.
Prussia could see how his lover’s resistance melted like snow inside their holiday home. He understood. There was hardly any means to resist against a pair of wide children’s eyes.
“Fine,” Austria sighed. “What do I need to do now?”
“There is a final rehearsal this afternoon,” Mrs Schneider explained. “Wait, let me show you where they meet…”
Lena turned to Prussia, raised an eyebrow—See? That’s how you get what you want—and rushed out of the parlour in order to play in her room.
“Looks like Roderich has quite the task to fulfil now,” Kugelmugel commented dryly. The micronation sometimes sounded far too worldly-wise for his physical age. Prussia snorted. He knew what Krampus were from his previous experience of his lover’s lands in the Christmas season.
“I have a hard time envisioning him participating in a Krampus run, to be honest.”
“Who knows.” Kugelmugel shrugged. “Maybe the old man is going to surprise us by actually being cool once in a while. —Well, sort of,” he added after a short pause. “As cool as you can be when you’re wearing fur all over.”
“So, how was it?” Prussia asked when Austria returned from the rehearsal.
“Exhausting,” Austria replied, flopping down on the wooden corner bench where Prussia already sat. “I didn’t expect the fur, the mask, and the cowbells to be so heavy … Well, I actually did,” he corrected himself. “But it was still strenuous to wear them during the whole of the rehearsal, and the fur smells strange too. The good thing is I probably won’t be cold during the Krampus run tomorrow evening.”
“Yes. About that.” Prussia sniffed. “I can smell it was exhausting. You should take a shower.”
“And you are, as always, Prince Charming,” Austria grumbled, boxing Prussia lightly against the arm. Nonetheless, he rose from his seat, heading in the direction of their room and the bathroom. “Did I already mention I’m not exactly fond of sweating outdoors in winter when it’s not for skiing?”
He hadn’t, but that wasn’t exactly news to Prussia either.
5 December 20xx
“…and pay attention to what Friedl is doing!” Austria said for what seemed to be the hundredth time. “I don’t trust the boy not to do something stupid during the parade!” By something stupid, Austria referred to the tradition of leaping over the barriers in order to pester the Krampus in the parade without getting hit by them. Prussia had seen that before. He had to admit it did look dangerous, especially if he imagined a lank person like Kugelmugel in that situation.
“Yes; yes, I will,” he mumbled once again. “Even if I doubt Friedl would do anything like this.”
“I know you doubt it, but he would,” Austria said in an exasperated tone. “That’s why I keep repeating how important it is that you pay attention!” He paused. “Friedl isn’t Ludwig, you know. Ludwig has always been a responsible boy. He’d never have done a dangerous thing such as this. Friedl, however…” Austria sighed. “Friedl would do—and has, in fact, done—many a stupid thing in the name of art. Please don’t have me worry for his safety while I can’t look out for him.”
“Okay,” Prussia finally said. “I will. Promised.” Austria nodded.
“Good,” was all he said before he left in order to morph into a scary beast for the Krampus parade.
The spectators of the Krampus run crowded around the barriers, waiting for every Pass to come close. Kugelmugel and Lena had managed to gather right behind the barriers. Mrs Schneider didn’t appear to be worried, but Prussia felt a little queasy when he saw how close some of the Krampus came to the crowd. A few of the scary-looking figures in their shaggy fur even jumped against the barriers, causing the startled crowd to draw back a little … but never for long. So far, however, none of them had joggled the barrier right where they stood.
Then, the next Pass emerged from the darkness; a group of figures coated in fur prancing closer, making noise with the cowbells around their belts. When the Saint Nicholas who lead them raised his staff, they dashed to the barriers, growling at the spectators. This time, one of them appeared right in front of Lena and Kugelmugel.
“Hello,” the girl cried cheerfully, extending a hand towards the Krampus, patting his fur. Kugelmugel took that as his cue to grab the fur around one of his arms, pulling.
“Friedl!” Prussia exclaimed, snatching the micronation away from any potential whips with the birch the Krampus had put under his belt.
Instead of the birch, a cool and slightly reddish hand appeared from under the fur, stubbing gently against Prussia’s nose.
“Very good,” Austria’s voice said from under the fur. “That’s what I asked of you when I told you to take care of him.”
Prussia felt himself blush regardless of the cold. Even if Kugelmugel didn’t seem particularly impressed at Austria’s costume, Prussia couldn’t help thinking that his lover fulfilled his Krampus role better than he would have given him credit for. He had only left said role in order to reveal himself to Prussia who seemed to be the only one not to recognise his lover in the first place. Then Krampus-Austria pulled back, re-joining the formation as it trod past.
Austria as Prussia knew him returned to their holiday home shortly after Mrs Schneider had left in order to put Lena to bed. Kugelmugel had gone into his room in order to paint Austria in his Krampus costume before he forgot how his brother had looked like.
“Didn’t you stay with the other guys in your Pass?” Prussia greeted him, realising he sounded almost reproachful even if he didn’t intend to. “Mrs Schneider told me all of you are supposed to be drinking beer now.” Austria shrugged.
“I told them I’d prefer spending the evening with my partner because I don’t see him as often as I’d like.” He smiled a tiny smile.
“And what did they say?”
“They mocked me for being domestic but let me go.” His smile grew broader. “I take it you realise they knew who I actually am?” Prussia nodded.
“I didn’t know, but I suspected. They wouldn’t have let you participate in their Pass if they hadn’t known you’re Austria, right?”
“Exactly.” For the second time within one day, Austria sat down next to Prussia on the rustic corner bench. “I don’t think they know who you are or who Friedl is, but they did realise we’re … well. Sort of a family.” He rested his head against Prussia’s shoulder, taking his hand.
“On holiday with my little brother and my loved one,” Austria whispered. “I’m happy now. And if that means I’m domestic and a bit of a bore, so be it.”
“You aren’t boring,” Prussia said, squeezing Austria’s hand in turn. “You’re actually pretty cool as a Krampus.”
“I love you, too,” Austria said, leaning forward in order to kiss Prussia on the tip of his nose this time.
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Opportunities
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: APH Luxembourg & APH Nyo! Hong Kong (Human AU)
Summary: He was looking for his own way, she was looking for some peace, but none of them were looking for anyone until they met each other…
Notes: I know, it’s such a crack ship, but just give it a chance :v (NedTai appears so it has to be on this blog)
Also in ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12753854/1/Opportunities
The girl sighed, she didn’t know how her relatives would treat her, and she hoped not having to see pity in their eyes. Ling saw her cousins, Yao and Mei, waiting for her at the train station. It was a very long trip and she needed some fresh air and rest. Both hugged her.
“Let’s go! Lars is waiting for us”
Mei’s husband said hi, and the three of them got into the car. Mei told her that they’ll go to Yao’s home; she’d stay there because she and Lars had already a guest. Ling just nodded. They arrived and found a blond young man who had several stains on his shirt. He was carrying a baby.
“Ling, he is Henri, Lars’ brother. And this little guy is Vincent” Mei said.
“Nice to meet you” Henri said smiling.
“Nice to meet you too. Your shirt…” Ling said in a monotone voice.
“Oh, I am sorry, Vincent didn’t want to eat and spit me” he explained.
She just looked at him, then at Yao and Mei.
“Where are Jiang, Li and Yong Soo?” Ling asked.
“Jiang is in Monaco with his girlfriend. Li and Yong Soo went to a trip with their friends” Mei said.
“Yeah, with the white emo boy and the fish girl” Yao whispered. “So, you can use Li’s bedroom. I am sorry they couldn’t be here to take you to some places”
“I can show her around, I have so much free time now. Well, if you want” Henri said while played with Vincent.
Yao looked worried and glared at Lars, as if this was his fault; Lars just shrugged his shoulders, why he had always that attitude towards him. And before one of them could say something Mei said happily:
“That’s a fantastic idea! There are lots of interesting places, I am sure you two will have fun”.
Then, Mei started commenting every single thing they could do in the city and all the places they should visit. She tried to convince her to just go and have fun, since Ling hadn’t been there. Finally, the girl sighed and said:
“Yeah, why not, just pick me up tomorrow. Now, I am tired, I need to sleep” and Ling left.
Ling was truly tired. Tired of the trip and her situation, she thought about her mother, she surely was worried but she was sure she’ll be fine; after all she was a very strong woman. She wished to be like her.
She got in bed, thinking, tomorrow she’ll go out with that guy, what was his name? She didn’t remember. Whatever, as long as she didn’t have to talk about her situation everything was ok.
Henri thought about her when he went home with Lars and Mei. He would like to know more about Ling. She must be more or less his age, she had a very modern and still fashionable style and she wore a flower in her long brown hair just as Mei, it had to be a family tradition, he thought.
“Thank you for offer to show her around. She needs distraction. She is passing through a hard situation and her mother thought it would be better for her to be far away from her problems” Mei explained.
Henri just nodded. Maybe, he and Ling could understand each other, but she looked so indifferent towards him that he didn’t know if he could help her.
The next day, Henri picked her up. She noticed that he had a very expensive car. Ling wasn’t very sure of what to expect of that man, but she followed him. She promised herself to be nice with him, even if she thought he was such a spoiled rich boy who was nice with her because of her problems.
They remained in silence almost all the way. They visited some parks and museums. Ling had never been in that city, but still, she didn’t know what to say. Henri tried his best to cheer her up, but she hardly talked.
Three days passed in the same way: they went to different places, he talked about it and she only nodded. When they went to eat something, she always looked at her phone. One day, Henri finally asked her:
“Could I ask you something?”
“Sure” she said not looking at him.
“Do you dislike me?”
Ling took off her eyes of her phone.
“No, I don’t. It’s just that… why are you doing this?”
“Doing what?”
“All this, going out with me, you don’t even know me. I appreciate your kindness, really, but I don’t need your pity” she said.
“What are you talking about? I am not being nice for that; I don’t even know what your problem is. I am just doing this because Mei is my sister-in-law, and she and my brother are letting me stay with them for a while. That’s all”
“So, you don’t know…”
“No, I have no idea”
“Then, I am sorry”
“It’s fine. Anyways, you are not obligated to continue going out with me. I’ll take you home right now” he said standing up.
She looked at him; she thought he looked like a little child, so innocent and still so lively. Yes, maybe he was such a spoiled rich boy, but he was just being kind because he was genuinely kind, besides, she needed someone who didn’t know about her situation. She grabbed him by the shirt.
“No, wait. I’m sorry. What if we start again?” she offered.
He didn’t respond. To be honest, he wanted to stay there with her. He sat again.
“I am Ling. I am here because of my mother’s idea. I am in college, I study rural tourism”
“Ok, I am Henri. I am here because of the holidays. I am in college too. I study law. Now what?” he said with a little bit of indifference.
“Well, take me home, and pick me up later, but not in your car, I’d like to walk”
He didn’t know what to expect of that. He imagined Yao making him lots of questions, as he did with Lars, but it wasn’t as if that was a date, maybe, she wanted to know the city at night. Who knows?
A few hours later, they met again.
“So, where do you want to go?”
“Do you know a good dance club?”
Henri looked at her. Actually, he didn’t know one; he never took a girl there because he didn’t use to go to those places. And more important, he didn’t know how to dance. They walked until they found a place. Before enter, she undone his tie.
“Much better” she said and took his hand.
She started dancing and he didn’t know how to move. He tried to imitate her. He felt awkward and as an idiot. Surely, she’d make fun of him, but she didn’t seem to notice it, besides it was kind of dark.
When he took her home, they were quiet. She looked sideways at him.
“You didn’t have fun”
“What? Yes, I did”
“Don’t lie to me, rich boy”
“Well, it was the first time I went to a dance club… I don’t dance” he admitted.
“Hmmm I knew it. I could teach you, if you want” She said simply, without sarcasm.
He didn’t answer, they were already at home. She just said goodbye, and entered the house.
During breakfast, Mei asked him if he was getting along with Ling.
“Yeah, I guess”
“Just give her a chance. Maybe she needs time”
He wanted to ask her about Ling’s problem, but maybe Ling would tell him later, when she felt more comfortable around him.
“Will you see her today?” Mei asked.
“I am not sure, she didn’t say anything. I don’t have her number but maybe I’ll go to see her later”
“If you go, I hope Yao doesn’t kill you” Lars grumbled.
Mei looked at Lars, she wasn’t mad, because she had to admit that he was right. Yao wasn’t that bad, he was just an overprotective big brother and Lars more than anyone had to understand him. Henri said he’d go to see her and they wished him luck.
“Last night, he arrived late” Mei said.
“I know”
“When he is going to tell you what’s going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, he seems worried, and why he would stay here when he can stay at your parents’ house?” she said.
Lars didn’t know how she could read people so easily. That was one of the things he loved about her. He made her sit on his lap, and they kissed, then Vincent started crying.
“It’s my turn” he said and kissed her on the cheek.
He thought about what Mei said. To be honest, when Henri asked him to let him stay there, he was surprised. Of course, he accepted, but if he thought about it, it seems very strange. He’d wait until he was ready to talk.
Henri arrived to Yao’s house. Ling called him.
“You are here way too early, don’t you think? Rich boy”
“Sorry, I just wanted to know if you want to go out today” he excused.
“Hmmm today, I want to call my mom, but give me your number and I call you”
Henri just nodded and came back home. He spent all the afternoon waiting for her call. He didn’t know why he was so anxious, he barely know her, but she was so mysterious that he wanted to know more about her, and maybe befriend her.
Two days passed and she called.
“Do you have time right now?”
“I have to take care of Vincent…”
“Oh I see… Could I accompany you? Yao is going to go out this evening and I don’t want to be alone…”
“Sure”
When Ling arrived, Henri was on the phone. He looked a little bit annoyed.
“Hello? Ah, Lars. Yes, Vincent already ate. He is fine. Bye” Why her brother had to be like that? Henri wondered.
Every 5 minutes he received a call from him. Mei stopped him. She knew her husband was the most caring person ever, but he needed to relax.
“Bunny, just trust him. Remember that this is the first time in months that we go out just the two of us” Mei said.
Henri hung up and rolled his eyes, Ling laughed. He was very surprised, that was the first time he saw her laughing and he started feeling something new on his chest.
“This is the first time they go out without him, and my brother is kinda overprotective” he explained.
“It’s ok, besides Vincent is such a cutie” she said caressing the baby’s cheek.
Vincent fell asleep after some minutes and Henri took him to his bedroom. When he came back to the living room, he sat next to Ling. She seemed thoughtful, and then she asked him:
“Now, tell me, why are you spending your holidays at your brother’s?”
“Because, I wanted to see him…”
“That’s not true. What’s the real reason? You are a rich boy, why spend your holidays being a babysitter?”
Henri didn’t expect that question. He wasn’t sure what to say, why suddenly she was interested on him. He sighed; maybe he could talk with her about his situation, and maybe with that, she’d tell him about her.
“Well, I’ve been thinking so much lately, and I feel that law is not for me”
“Why do you study that then?”
“My dad wants me to be a lawyer as him and my brother. I don’t want to disappoint him, but I don’t want to be compared with my brother”
“I see. What does your brother think about this?”
“He doesn’t know it. This is why I am here. I need to know that he is by my side”
“I think you should tell your dad that you need to find your own way. It’s your life after all”
Ling looked at him. They remained in silence. Then, Lars and Mei arrived. All they talked for a while and Ling said she had to go. Henri offered to take her home because it was very late, and she accepted.
When they arrived, she said thanks and wished him luck. She thought that maybe he needed help, and after being so nice with her, she decided to encourage him, in some way. And perhaps, she had gotten a new friend.
That night, Henri finally could talk with Lars about his problem, and as he wanted, his brother was very supportive about whatever his decision was. He wanted to tell Ling, but maybe in other moment.
Those days, Henri and Ling hung out, maybe by insistence of Mei, both thought. They went to the cinema, to skate or just for a walk. Sometimes, she tried to teach him how to dance but they ended up for just laugh.
He really wanted to know her more but it seemed that it was something between them, like an invisible wall. If he disliked Yao, he would think it was because of him. Sometimes, when he picked Ling up, he could hear him say: “That shaggy boy is here… again”, but for Henri that was a very interesting and funny nickname.
Ling was a quiet person, but when she laughed and smiled at him, Henri felt that his chest was about to explode. He rarely felt that way for someone, he had liked some people before, but he never wanted to have a relationship. In that way, he was too different from his siblings who had a calm life. His sister lived in Spain with her husband and their two little children; his brother and Mei were happily married too and had a baby.
Henri always wondered if he would be able to have that kind of life. Maybe, he thought, when he found a person he really loved. Now that question was on his mind every time he was with Ling. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way she called him rich boy, her long hair, her smile, and her eyes that kept a secret.
One of those nights, they went to a dance club again. It was Henri’s idea. He still couldn’t dance but he tried his best. Before go home, he had to go to the bathroom and when he came back he saw her talking with a guy, they seemed to fight.
“What did you just said?” Ling asked.
“That what you heard”
She was about to slap him, when Henri approached.
“What did you tell her?” he asked.
“Oh your little boyfriend is here” the guy said joking.
And suddenly, Henri punched him in the face and the guy fell down, while Henri indicated Ling to get out of there, but the guy made him stumble. Henri didn’t know from where he got that force, but they fought until they heard the police car. Ling took his hand and both ran away until they didn’t hear the noise again. They hid in a little park.
“Your nose is bleeding” she said
“Oh it’s nothing” Henri said trying to seem calm, but he was excited, he had never been in a fight.
“I can’t believe you punched him in the face for me. Are you crazy? That man was taller and stronger than you, he could kill you. Why did you do it?” she said smiling at him.
Henri felt his heart beating fast.
“… I did it because… he was bothering you, you are my friend, and well, I think… I like you… I really like you”
She just smiled in a melancholy way, messed his hair and took him by the arm. Both walked slowly in the streets. And for the very first time, Henri felt alive.
“You did what?” Mei and Lars asked him when he arrived home.
“I had to, that guy was harassing her” he said trying to not seem proud.
His brother just shook his head, while Mei put some ice on his eye and clean the blood of his nose. It was very late when he arrived and they were awake because Vincent needed another diaper.
“Please, tell me you were drunk” Lars said.
“Lars!” Mei said.
“I wasn’t!” Henri replied.
Mei and Lars looked at each other, they were surprised for that new side of Henri and both, especially her, were worried. He was too, but for a different reason, he just confessed and she never answered, so, that meant she didn’t like him, but that was fine, after all a relationship wasn’t in his future.
Ling couldn’t sleep well, she still thought about what he said: “I like you, I really like you”. Didn’t it suppose that they were friends? It wasn’t as if she disliked him or something, in fact, she felt really comfortable with him, he was so kind, sweet and smart, and he had that vibe of being a prince, but she couldn’t allow having feelings for him.
A couple of days later, they were in the garden. And while a French song sounded, she told him to be ready for a dance lesson. He knew that song, one of his favorites, but he didn’t tell her. After some awkward moves, they fell down between laughs, she was on top, and he looked at her.
“You don’t have to feel the same, you know” he whispered.
Ling didn’t respond and helped him to get up.
“Listen, it’s not you, really, you are such a spoiled rich boy, but you are the nicest guy I’ve ever met, and you are the best but… I am not ready. I am sorry, but I can’t, I can’t…” she cried.
Henri hugged her until she could calm down. He didn’t understand what that was, why she was so worried.
“It’s ok; it wasn’t my intention to bother you. Really, I like to be your friend. But please, don’t cry. I am sorry” he apologized.
“Henri, you are so kind, you deserve better”
When she calmed down, she told him her story and the real reason of why she was there. It happened two years ago, she and her boyfriend, Will, were about to celebrate their first year together. She convinced him to go out, and then she realized he had forgotten what day it was.
They fought all the way to her home, he was driving, and he turned around to see her then she’d never forget his scared expression, the white light, the squeal of the brakes, the darkness, the sound of the ambulance and the endless pain. After a long dream, she woke up, but Will didn’t.
Her body healed but her heart never did it. Ling felt guilty, because the last thing they did was fight, and she couldn’t even apologize. She didn’t want to go out for months, her friends tried to cheer her up but it was in vain. She really tried to continue with her life, she knew he didn’t want her to live sad forever, but she promise herself never forget him.
So, when she received the invitation of someone, she rejected it. She felt as if she was betraying Will. And when she isolate herself and started overworking just to avoid people, her mother worried and asked her to visit her cousins. But what it wasn’t in the plan was to meet Henri and falling in love again.
“I am very afraid of having these feelings for you, because I feel as if I was betraying him. I am not ready to let him go. Maybe, we shouldn’t spend so much time together. I need to be alone” she sobbed and moved away.
He felt that his heart finally broke in thousand pieces when he heard all that. He wanted to cry.
“I understand. I just want you to be happy. Remember that I will always be there if you need me” he said and kissed her softly on the cheek.
He went home. He had lots of emotions, but he put them aside because he was worried for her, she had been suffered a lot, and he wanted her to be happy even if he wouldn’t be the one for her.
They didn’t see each other for some days more. He didn’t want to talk about it with someone else, Mei and Lars worried, but he just said he was fine, that she wanted to rest for a while, but they knew that wasn’t true. Ling spent the days in the bedroom; she called her mom, and told her what happened.
“And you like him?” her mother asked.
“Mom, you know I can’t…”
“Dear, it have passed two years, no one will replace Will, he has a very special place in your heart and I know you will never forget him, but I think it’s time to let him go”
“Mom…?” she said surprised.
“Listen, life moves forward, I am sure Will would like to see you happy. I know it’s painful, but you have to live your life”
Ling didn’t know what to say, she already knew all that, but… she was afraid of do it. She didn’t want to replace him, no one was like him, and however, it was time to let him go. She knew she had to do it one day, but she never thought it will be very soon. But her mother was right, she had to admit it.
That night, she opened the window and tried to talk with him:
“Will, I don’t know if you can hear me, but I think is time to say goodbye. I loved you so much, you were my first love and my best friend, but you are not here anymore. No one will replace you, I am sure, but I need to continue with my life. So, please, if you agree, just send me a sign…”
Then a soft rain started falling down, she took it as his sign, after all, Will loved the rain.
The holidays were about to end, Ling got up the courage and looked for Henri, but Mei told her that he was at his parents’ house. She told her she could wait for him there. It was late when he arrived. Both wanted to talk but they didn’t know from where to start with all the things they wanted to say.
“Thank you” he said.
“Why?”
“I went to talk with my father about my career, at the beginning he didn’t understand my decision but after all it’s my life and life moves forward. Maybe, I would make a huge mistake if I didn’t control it. So you had reason. Well, I have to pack my stuff”
“Wait, I am here to talk with you”
Henri was waiting for a goodbye.
“Henri, I like you too”
“Wait, what?”
“Yes, I like you. You are right, rich boy, life moves forward. I won’t forget Will, but now you are my present and I hope that my future”
“And I won’t replace him. I respect that”
“You won’t, you aren’t like him, you are Henri, and I like you for being yourself”
Both embraced tightly.
“But what are we going to do? We have to come back to our universities and…”
“Well, now that I solved my problem, I think I know what I am going to study now. What about rural tourism?”
She smiled and kissed him.
After some weeks of paperwork, they finally could spend more time for go out for walks, study together, have more dance lessons, and avoiding dance club fights. Now they were happy living their life as they wanted to live it.
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Taking Notes - Hong Kong x Reader
Fandom: Hetalia
Word Count: 1,777
My Masterlist
Warnings/disclaim: general
Author’s Note:
Originally posted on DeviantArt, under the same username, on 11/04/2012. Revamped/edit in 2020
___ is a blank for your name/oc/whatever you prefer
Written in 3rd person
Story under cut
It was ___’s first day of high school who had just moved into town. The only people she knew were the neighbors, but they were confusing twins named, Alfred and Matthew. They looked alike but were very opposite and Alfred was very noisy, so she liked Matthew better.
She was struggling to balance all the books and papers in her hands while trying to read the map of the school to find her first class. ___ didn't really show much emotion to anyone unless she knew them. A blank stare rested across her features as she studied the papers although she was a nervous mess on the inside. She was bumped harshly by someone, knocking her books and papers to the floor and landing her on her butt.
"Watch where you're going, newbie!" A football player in his uniform, she assumed to be a senior, since he called her newbie. Then he saw her face and turned on his heel to talk to her. "You know I can forgive you though if give me a kiss." He was honestly trying to flirt with a girl he just knocked onto the floor.
She adjusted herself into a sitting position then stared blankly at him.
"No, thanks. I do not care if you forgive me or not. I can manage on my own." Her voice was level and her stare chilled him a bit since he didn't reply right away.
"I like a girl who speaks her mind." This guy was not going to give up and it was starting to annoy her.
"How about you shut up and leave me alone so I can figure out this school's layout?"
"How about you let me show you around?"
"How about no, dude?" This was a new voice; it was Alfred with a shy Matthew behind him.
"Oh, hey there Al, I was trying to be nice to this newbie and she's being totally stuck up."
"She's my neighbor so just leave her alone, dude." Al clapped the guy on the back and continued talking with him as Matthew knelt down to help her pick her things.
"I saw what was happening, so I got Al’s attention and brought him over. Knowing my brother could get him to stop better than I could." Matthew said in his quiet voice.
"How did you figure that out?"
"Alfred is the quarterback and the entire football team looks up to him. So, most of them listen to everything he says."
"I am glad I know you guys then. I won't have to worry about too many seniors bugging me."
"I'm glad I know you too, ____. You're one of the few people who notice me."
"Then I can sit with you at lunch?" ___ raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Sure thing. Here let me help you get to your first class." He grabbed her schedule off the floor and looked at the first class. "You were almost there." He pointed to the door a few lockers away.
"I was looking for my locker so I could dump most of this stuff off."
"Let's see." Matthew was scanning the paper and Alfred patted his back.
"Just tell me if she needs any more help. I promised mom I'd watch after both of you. I'm heading off to class."
Matthew nodded knowing his brother had already left. Then he stood up with half of your stuff and helped you up. "Your locker should just be this way. You also might be able to meet your locker partner."
"I didn't even know I would have one."
"Some people do, and some people don't. I think on the first day they should show you where your locker is before giving you all of your books. Since you’re coming in the middle of the year, it’s not like a teacher is going to help you with all the freshmen." ___ nodded in agreement, Matt let a small silence fall between them as they walked towards her locker.
Matthew stopped in front of her locker, opening it for her, then helping her put things into the bottom cubby. ___ was a few inches shorter than the average height, so she figured she'd be shorter than her locker mate.
"I believe that is my locker." A monotone voice claimed by a brown shaggy-haired boy.
"___ is new, so she’s your new locker mate." The Canadian stepped out of the way so the boy could see you better. "Say hello ____ this is," he paused and looked into the locker and saw the boy’s name at the top "Leon?" He said questioningly. Leon nodded then quickly moved his oversized sleeve to cover the bottom half of his face. "Oh hey, I bet you both have biology together with Mr. Kirkland.” Leon nodded at his statement, confirming it then warning the bell rang. "___, can you follow Leon to the first period?" She nodded. "Okay well, I will see you at lunch if you get lost just call me." With that, he walked towards what she assumed was his class.
"Hi, I am ____." Leon didn't reply so you just continued. "Okay then, lead the way."
___ followed Leon, towards the class door Matt pointed out earlier. It sort of bugged her he wouldn’t talk to her even when she tried to directly talk to him. The only reason it was bugging her a bit, is that she thought he was cute. He was about four inches taller than ___, shaggy hair, light brown eyes and he was wearing a huge burgundy duangua with black trim.
___ dismissed all those thoughts once she entered the classroom. Leon went to sit down as she handed a paper to Mr. Kirkland, who greeted her then told her to sit next to Leon.
Leon was already sitting down with his arms folded and his head lying on top of his arms, looking away from her seat. Then the late bell rang and a couple of people rushed in. Leon’s heart was pounding still just from seeing ___’s face. She so was beautiful to him and there was no doubt within his mind that he thought such things. His blood had rushed to his cheeks and didn't want anyone to see him blush. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. Images of her face, her pretty eyes, and (h/l) (h/c) hair kept popping into his mind. He groaned to himself slightly then he felt a hand on his shoulder and slightly peeped over his arm to see her.
"Good morning class. Say hello to the person sitting next to you and become good friends. Starting today they will be your lab partner, as we get into labs, for the rest of the year. If you have any issues hold them until the end of class and speak to me personally. Now to go over the things you will be learning today and a rundown of the things you'll need for upcoming labs."
"Are you feeling okay? If your throat or stomach hurts, I have something for either of them." ___ whispered to Leon as Mr. Kirkland continued to talk, her voice had concern, but her face was a bit blank.
"I'm fine," Leon grumbled softly then buried his face into his arms again. He heard some rustling of things then heard a few things being placed in front of him. He looked up again and his stupid blood rushed to his cheek again. There were three cough drops and a small bottle of Tums with a little note. Leon reached forward and opened it.
‘Leon, I guess you don't want to talk to me. I don't believe your fine so take something for it. I have a pharmacy in my bag most of the time. So please just do something about your sickness, ___.’ That's all the small note said, and it made him groan again.
'Great now the girl I think is cute is trying to be nice to me and she thinks I am giving her the cold shoulder.' Leon thought to himself then pulled out a pen and wrote back onto the note from her. Then he folded it the way she had and pushed it back to her along with the things you put in front of him.
___ looked at him confused for a second then opened the note. ‘___, I am fine. I am. I have a lot on my mind. Please take back your medicine. Why do you have a pharmacy in your bag?’
She giggled slightly then stuff the things back into her bag and replied and passed it back.
‘People in my family, including me, get sick easy so it's nice to be prepared all the time. Plus, I've thought about becoming a nurse.’
Leon passed it back to her. ‘I am sorry you get sick a lot.’ There was a part scratched out heavily, but she could manage to read it. ‘Would you be my nurse?' A blush formed on slightly on her checks and wrote back to it.
‘It's not your fault; sit with me at lunch today?’ Leon blushed more and saw a light scratched out area, making his heart pound. 'Could she somehow read what I scratched?' Then he read the scratched-out part. 'I only take cute patients, so yes.’
"Leon, what are you doing?" The teacher, Mr. Kirkland shouted at him.
Leon's face was flushed but he pulled himself together and looked at Arthur. "Oh, I am just taking notes."
"Really now, then you won't mind if I read them?" Arthur had known Leon for a while and figured he was lying.
"Yeah sure, here." Leon offered the piece of paper out to Mr. Kirkland.
"Never mind, I will talk to you after class."
Leon smirked a bit at pissing off Arthur then looked at ___. "Yeah, I'd like to sit with you at lunch."
Him speaking directly to her made the blush deepen, she nodded then fold her arms and to bury her head. Leon looked at ___ shocked for a moment then realized she was doing the same as he from earlier.
'I have a feeling taking notes in biology will become a big part of my life.' Leon thought to himself and laid his head on his arms. This time he laid his head so he could stare at her. When she peered out of her arms her beautiful (e/c) locked with his light brown ones. They both blushed but neither of them looked away nor said anything. They both could tell that mornings at school might not be all that bad, after all.
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Snapped!Canada x Reader
Fandom: Hetalia
Word Count: 1,805
My Masterlist
Warnings/disclaim: general
Some sexual themes, I kept it pretty PG-13 though.
Author’s Note: (continued under story)
Originally posted on DeviantArt, under the same username, on 11/05/2012. Revamped/edited in 2020.
___ is a blank for your name/oc/whatever you prefer
Written in 3rd person
Line/header is to separate paragraphs to indicate time skips, as Tumblr hates my formatting.
Story under cut
"Why don't you just shut up, you bloody frog!" England screamed at France.
"Why don't you make me?" He replied childishly, sticking out his tongue.
Somehow at every world meeting, they got into a fight. ___ had been coming with England for a while because he asked her to after she had found out he was a nation. She wasn’t really big on world issues and usually tried to avoid then, because she was secretly a nation too.
She didn’t want anyone to know though so she had been avoiding these meetings for years, but once Arthur told her he represented England she was forced to come. Arthur wanted her there to support him, but she never really did. Once she noticed how much Arthur yelled at the meeting, she would sit far away from him and next to Matthew, he represents Canada. He’s a quiet guy and very sweet, although no one really ever saw him.
___ and Matt would talk in and out of the meetings, for a few years. Eventually, ___ got to know Matt very well and started developing feelings for the cute Canadian. She would defend him whenever she could, especially when people tried to sit on him. Even though a lot of people didn’t see him, ___ always did.
"Hey, Russia!" ___ shouted at the tall man, he gave her a childish evil glare, that usually scared everyone. But she wouldn’t be scared of him especially if it meant protecting Matthew.
"Please, call me Ivan."
"Ivan, don't sit on Matthew."
"Who?"
"The seat you’re about to sit in, Matt is already in it!" He stared at her blankly, making her sigh. ___ stood up and pulled Ivan to her seat. "Here just have my seat." She really just didn't want the Russian to hurt Matt.
"Oh, why thank you, ____."
"No problem, I was doing it for Matt-”
Two strong arms wrapped around her waist, cutting her sentence off, the arms pulled her into some hard. It was Ivan's chest and his arms were locked around her waist. "Why don't we share your seat?"
"Ivan you're drunk, your breath reeks of vodka."
"I am not drunk; I just simply have been drinking."
"Whatever, let me go!"
"You're not scared of me that is why I like you."
"Let me g-" She was cut off by two strong lips pressing against hers. ___ squeaked and immediately tried to push him off of her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Matthew get up and run off. ___ hit Ivan on the chest and struggled against him even more as she heard Alfred call after his brother. Finally, Ivan let her go. ___ quickly ran after Matt but couldn't find him. Soon after that Germany called attention to the meeting and got issues resolved. Everyone was soon dismissed and England gave her a ride home.
A couple of weeks had passed since ___ had talked to the Canadian; he wouldn't reply to any of her messages nor showed up to the meetings. So once again, she called him and waited nervously as the phone seemed to ring forever.
"What?" A groggy and rude voice demanded.
"Alfred, give Matt his phone! I really need to talk to him." Any happiness she had when the phone stopped ringing was replaced with annoyance for the American answering Matt’s phone.
"What makes you think he wants to talk to you?"
"Alfred F. Jones! Give Matthew his phone! What happened to you? I thought you wanted me to talk to Matt and tell him what I should have before,” she almost whispered the last part because her embarrassment kicked in remembering Alfred telling her to confess to Matthew.
"Just come over if it's so important to you then." Then he hung up and ___’s embarrassment was quickly replaced with annoyance once again. She quickly grabbed a long thick jacket that went to her knees and her snow boots. Collecting her purse and keys, she stormed out the door and trudged into the knee-deep snow.
The cold air just made her calm down, making her think more clearly. But before she worked out the flaws to this plan she was already to Matt's house. She knocked on the door and quickly stuffed your hands back into her pockets. Then Matt opened the door, his clothes were baggy and disheveled and his hair was uncombed.
Matt just stared at ___ with her hood and hair flaked with snow. Her beautiful face had been pinched red from the cold wind. Her (h/l)(h/c) hair was a mess from the wind and clear signs of her pulling her hood back up many times. Matthew then felt a very cold embrace from ___.
"I was so worried about you!" ___ hugged him tightly, then looked up at him with watery tears, she had missed him so much.
"Would you stop that? It's really annoying. No one ever asked you to worry about me." His voice was level and mean.
"W-what are you talking about?" She looked at him with dismay. "Was it you on the phone?" He just nodded. "What is wrong with you, Matthew?"
"Nothing is wrong, what's wrong with you?" ___ grumbled before pushing away from Matt and going inside. "Well, just come on in why don't you." Matthew spat at her slamming the door.
"I will, it's freezing out there!" She took off her jacket and kicked off her boots. ___ looked around at the place and it was a mess. Normally, Matt had a clean organized place, now, looked like a tornado had ripped through his home.
"What the hell do you want, ___."
"What do you mean what do I want?! I haven't seen you in weeks. You were ignoring my messages and you never showed up to the meetings!" She let her voice raise a bit.
"What does it matter to you? Go kiss your boyfriend because I sure as hell won't be kissing an ugly girl like you." ___ just stood there staring at the Canadian. He was not the Matt she had grown to love and she was becoming worried and scared. She did what her body would let her do, without freezing up, she smacked him as hard as she could. He just laughed, it wasn't like funny laugh; it was a crazy laugh. She grabbed him by his shirt.
"What have you done with my Matthew?!"
"I was never yours!" He growled at her.
"I defended him! I talked to him!"
"That doesn't make me yours!"
"I love him and I want him to be mine so where the hell is he? Tell me because you surely aren't the same man I love and that used to shyly compliment me. My Matt would have never called me ugly." She started to break down. "I thought you loved me too!" She yelled at him before starting to sob. She gripped the front of his shirt while crying before pounding on his chest. "You are my Matt, and no matter what you do I am going to love you! So call me ugly all you want. It will never change the fact that I lo-"
Suddenly the world was blurry and her head was hurting. Her wrists were pinned against the wall and there was a pair of soft and firm lips against hers. Matt had pinned her against the wall and was picking her up off the ground now. Wrapping her legs around his waist and forcefully shoving his tongue into her mouth. There was nothing planned or polite about this. It was a spur of the moment and very passionate. His tongue wrestled with hers and quickly won and started uncovering any secrets in her mouth. Matthew's hands were roaming her body and started to pull up her shirt. Before he could get off any of her clothing, he broke the kiss. Air was stinging her lungs as it entered once again and it wasn't easy getting it back into her system though. As they both panted sharing the small area of air.
"I love you," Matthew said once his breath returned and he laid his forehead on hers. His hands started to fumble with the buttons on her shirt.
"I love you too. We don't have to do this now, Matt."
"No, we do need to. I have been waiting long enough and you're not going to make me wait any longer." With that he ripped her shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. She gasped and saw the look in his eye as his hands started rubbing on her sides. He wasn't going to take no for an answer knowing that she loved him.
"May I request a bed then?"
The sexual gleam in his eyes flickered and a slow sexy smile graced his handsome features. "As long as I don't have to stop anything I am doing on the way."
___ woke up in the dark by herself, she got up and found one of Canada's hockey shirts and pulled it on. She walked through the house looking for her Canadian lover. Finding him on the couch in his boxers watching TV. She smirked at him before walking over and sitting on his stomach, clearly pulling him out his reverie, making him jump a bit.
"Of course not." With the last words the Canadian's mouth attached to the (s/c) skin on her neck and started to bite and suck meanly. ___ moaned and arched her back slightly. He hugged her body close to his so he could start walking to his room.
"Hello, my dear." She smiled sweetly at him.
"Hey. Sleep well?" He turned his gaze to her, giving her a soft smirk.
"Yeah, why weren't you there when I woke up?"
"I needed to think." He then seemed to notice, all she was wearing was one of his hockey shirts. "Are you trying to start a round two?"
She giggled. "Depends. Can I have the sweet side of you this time? Because I have a few bruises that are going to take a bit to heal."
"No. You’ll know when he's back by the cleanliness of the house." ___ looked around, still a disaster zone.
"I guess he's gone?"
"Well, now I’m a bit aroused and still angry at Russia, so yeah, he's gone."
"Well, I am okay with whatever side you have Matt. I love you. Dark or not, although the dark side is a bit of a bonus sometimes,” she winked at him.
"Oh shut up already and let's get busy."
"Don't tell me wha-" He cut her off with a rough kiss and pulled off the shirt.
“You're mine. I will do what I want with you, problem?"
She kissed him back gently. "As long as you love me and care for me. Then never."
Author’s Note: Continued
On dA, I put this as a 2P!Canada, but someone told me it’s more Snapped!Canada, which now with editing this again, I agree on. So here it’ll be Snapped!Canada, on dA I’ll leave it as 2P!
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