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hwsevents · 4 months

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INTEREST CHECK

Mythtalia March!

A Hetalia event for myths: Greek, Egyptian, Roman, Japanese, Norse, whatever you like!

Want to depict Hetalia characters as gods, goddesses, monsters, or other mythological figures? Then this event is for you!

You can put them in the roles of specific characters (e.g. Hades, Anubis, Ameterasu, Medusa, Odysseus) or you can depict them as a mythological creature in general (e.g. centaur, kitsune, rusalka). Ships are welcome, too.

Please let me know in the comments or tags if this idea appeals to you!

And please reblog so I can reach more people who might be interested.

@nsfhetalia @hetaliahappenings @heta-on-the-books @hetaliacalendar

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ifindus · 2 months

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The Battle of Hjørungavåg - for the Mythtalia March by @hwsevents

"Never have Danes held such a battle with Norwegians, not before nor since" - Fagrskinna.

The battle of Hjørungavåg took place outside the Norwegian coast in the year 986, and was a sea battle between an invading Danish army and a defending Norwegian one. It was a battle of great national significance as the ruling Earl Håkon defended the country against the Danish King Svein Tjugeskjegg aided by the Joms Vikings, who wanted to take control over Norway and christen it.

The battle begun after some farmers tricked the Danes into believeing Earl Håkon only had 2-3 ships with him. They charged forth and got surprised by 50 ships lying in wait for them.

It was a fierce battle, and despite the element of surprise, the Norwegians suffered heavy losses early on. Most of the losses were with Earl Håkon, who fought against Svein Tjugeskjegg, a fight so intense that he had to shed his chainmail as it had become torn apart by all the weapons hitting him. Håkon's sons Eirik and Svein Håkonson fought against the Joms Vikings, Eirik saving his brother. This is when the battle turns.

Suddenly, a terrifying storm hits, with fierce waves of hail. The storm seemed almost magic and supernatural, and on the side of the Norwegians. Had the pagans used dark magic? It is said that Earl Håkon had sacrificed his 7 year old son Erling in a ritual for victory (probably false). The Earls of Lade had a connection to the female godess and spirit Torgerd Hølgebrud, who was called on whenever the family was in need. She came along with her sister and other valkyries on horses with bows and arrows, sending hail towards their enemies.

Torgerd is interpreted as an ancient fertility spirit, and these spirits are also connected with a warrior aspect. They protected certain families and are some of the oldest creatures in the pre-Christian Norse religion.

The supernatural warrior spirits was a convenient excuse for why Svein Tjugeskjegg fled the battle; it was impossible to fight against gods and trolls. It also supported the savage ways of the pagan religion.

As Svein flees, he leaves the Joms Vikings behind to be captured by the Earls. They were about to be executed by beheading, but one of them managed to get a hold of the sword and chop the head off the man about to kill him. Eirik Håkonson is impressed by this and grants them their freedom.

#mythtalia march #hetalia #historical hetalia #aph norway #aph denmark #hws norway #hws denmark #again; any excuse to talk about Eirik Jarl - my fave historical person 🥰🥰🥰#more historical notes: the son Erling was probably older and fought along his family in the battle - not sacrificed for victory #and as most sources are mostly christian propaganda it is clear that the respect they had for the Earls of Lade is genuine #there are so many stories surrounding the Earls of Lade that show the quality of them - even though they were pagan #The Earls of Lade were based in Trondheim and mainly ruled over Trøndelag - but at this point they also had control over Norway as a whole #but it should be noted that “Norway” at this point /probably/ didn't include some parts around Oslo - we are not entirely certain here #not very pleased with how the drawings turned out - but I guess the story here is the most important part 😔😔

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bigolteefies · 2 months

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tino as nix(ie) for mythtalia march

(Mythtalia March is by @hwsevents )

#hetalia #hws #hws finland #mythtalia march #teefiesart

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itstokkii · 1 month

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너를 데려가겟노라

the 창귀(changgwi) is a korean folk legend in which people who die getting eaten by a lion turn into a ghost that cannot cross the 황천(golden river) to the afterlife, and so to make it to the afterlife they lure an unfortunate human into dying the same way by the same tiger.

and that way, the human becomes the next changgwi.

(my entry for mythtalia march by @hwsevents!)

#hetalia #aph korea #hws korea #aph south korea #hws south korea #im soo jin #nyotalia #tokki draws #mythtalia march #im back baby!!! thanks to my wonderful friends who helped me recover

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dee-bullshit-bonanza · 2 months

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For a first day of Mythtalia March:

Prussia and Nyo!Prussia as Sól and Màni, nordic gods of Sun and Moon

Mythtalia March is by @hwsevents

#mythtalia march #hetalia #drawing #nordic #nyotalia #aph #traditional art

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unhonestlymirror · 1 month

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I've got to get this off my chest

Don't wanna be like all the rest

Is it true what they say? What they do? I'm gonna put it to the test

You know they love it when you break

And they will live for your mistakes

It doesn't matter what you say, what you said, 'cause you know they like you better when you're dead

Žiburinis Lithuania for Mythtalia March @hwsevents

Žiburinis - a revengeful spirit in Lithuanian mythology, usually taking shape as a flourescent skeleton or a skeleton with open flame in its chest. It is believed that you can die of fright if seeing Žiburinis.

#mythtalia march #hetalia #hws lithuania #aph lithuania #Žiburinis Lietuva #Spotify #украрт

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theherdofturtles · 27 days

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Hi @hwsevents I'm late I learned about mythtalia march today weee but ah well I merged Tannhäuser and Hetalia. Hopefully the Pope's staff blooms flowers and I get forgiven unlike Tannhäuser.

For slight background, Tannhäuser is an old Germanic myth about Venusberg. In the mythology, all the old pagan gods have retreated into a subterranean world when Christianity overpowered and replaced them. A man, referred to as Tannhäuser, is tasked with guarding the entrance to the subterranean world to ensure the pagan gods do not return to the land. In some versions of the legend, Tannhäuser fails his task and is seduced by the goddess Venus and pulled into the subterranean world (sometimes his memories are fogged and he forgets the world above, less commonly this doesn't happen and he's just fully okay with going to Venusberg). One day, Tannhäuser successfully makes an escape and goes to Rome to ask the pope for forgiveness which in any version never goes well.

Anyway, here's my poke of fun at the beginning of Wagner's version of Tannhäuser:

The mist sunk into the ground around the quiet grotto… all was peaceful. If you considered bathing naiads, sirens flopping around on the grotto edges, a group of dancing nymphs and centaurs very peaceful. Honestly Arthur didn't know why or how he'd fallen asleep in this person's lap. Especially with this whole chaos around him.

Then, suddenly, Arthur snapped upward. You know he'd just had the most awful dream where he was… somewhere… a whole lot different than this place. Yeah. This place made him feel super misplaced. He couldn't quite recall why the dream made him so sad but it made his whole being shudder and he thanked the Lord that the dream was over.

A hand grabbed his shoulder and Arthur jumped. "Wha-"

The hand pulled him backwards, back into their lap, and then he heard the person speak… "Tell me, beloved, what's wrong?"

Oh… Francis? What the hell was Francis doing here— oh! Yes, he recalled. Francis was the… uh… god of love? Yeah, something like that. Arthur nodded to himself in confirmation. It made sense that Francis was Venus.

"I had this terrible dream," he said.

"Tell me about it?"

"Sure. I remembered the sound of church bells… voices, of people I think I once loved. Uh… how long have I been here?"

Francis suddenly looked nervous. "Don't worry about that."

"No, I could swear I'm not supposed to be here. It's a feeling that goes three meta layers deep. What happened? Wait a second… AHA!"

Arthur whirled around and cracked Francis's nose with his fist.

The satisfying way Francis’s eyes widened a half-second before contact, and the pop of his fist against his face, it was the most cathartic thing on earth.

Arthur shook his hand off as if to shake Francis's icky contact from it.

Francis flinched backwards from shock while clutching his nose. "My love," Francis whined, "what was that for!"

"Somehow I forgot you were a bitch."

Francis's affronted expression said he’d never expected Arthur to disrespect him despite all past history and experience Francis should have down by now. Wait… what past history? Arthur was just supposed to be the guard of Venusberg, he'd never had a past history with the god of love.

"How dare you!" Francis gasped, "how dare you insult all the sweet wonder my love devises for you! I made you immortal like me! In the mortal realm everything sucked for you, but here you can delight in my pleasure forever~"

"Gross…" Arthur scrunched up his nose.

"So just forget everything again about the world above the subterranean realm which the old gods have been banished too according to germanic folk mythology, my love, and sing about how beautiful and great and perfect I am," Francis wiggled his eyebrows.

"I'd rather marry a pig. By the way, wasn't I supposed to be guarding the entrance of this place to make sure you didn't escape?"

"Well, yes, but don't you recall in WWV: 70, Overture, when you're off-stage, the music is supposed to recall the Tannhauser folk ballad to the audience's mind so they'll know that I seduced you by the time the Opera has begun?"

Suddenly Arthur remembered who he was and why he felt so misplaced.

"Damnit. I'm stuck in a Wagner opera with you of all people. Does that mean Italy is the pope?"

#mythtalia march #aph england #richard wagner #tannhäuser #aph france #fruk #?#crack fic #germanic mythology #germanic paganism

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goldammerchen · 1 month

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made for Mythalia March! @hwsevents

Explicit chapter! Monsterfucking. And as the new chapter note says,

Someone is more explicitly suicidal than before, I'm afraid, meanwhile the new character has little to no qualms...

Tumblr links: Chapter 1 (Francis) Chapter 2 (Antonio) and this one introduces Gilbert!

Spoilers about next characters, in case I don't finish this in time:

Swan Maidens Natallia and Iryna (Bela & Ukr)

Harpy Feliks (Pol)

Werewolf Tolys (Liet)

Centaur Erzsi (Hun)

#Mythtalia March #hws austria #hws prussia #pruaus #harpy prussia #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia #nsft txt #nsft #fanfic tag 🪶#bad friends trio #bad touch trio #monsterfucking

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lossis · 2 months

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The Seal's Lament

First day of Mythtalia March!

So, I combined two different mythlogies, firstly I got the idea of a Selkie and put it into Alexandros' Papadiamadis story, the seal's lament.

It's VERY good, also short so if you wanna check it out, I think there's an english translation somewhere.

Main pairing: Germany/Italy, HRE/Italy

TW: Implied Abuse, and CHILD DEATH. It's not described. Slight descriptions of a corpse. YOU ARE WARNED.

Mythtalia March is by @hwsevents

On an island, the name of it unknown, though it lies in the middle of the Aegean Sea, during an era of poverty and illness, there was a child, long ago, his name was Ludwig Beilschmidt.

His family was not too poor, at least not anymore. They used to buy food for ten people, and they barely had enough left to survive. But after the sickness that plagued his home a few years ago, they never had to think about food again.

He used to have a myriad of siblings. Now only Gilbert remained.

Whenever he wanted to think alone, he would go and walk along the rocky beach of his island, which was called Kochyle, and gaze upon the sea. His brother would herd the goats and play the flute all the while, and his grandfather would wash the clothes in the salty water, only to clean them again in the small stream nearby their house.

Ludwig was a silent child; he didn’t have many friends and he preferred to play alone. If he even wanted to. Most likely he could be found helping his grandfather with his tasks, even if he didn’t hear a single word of thanks from him.

Sometimes, during his walks, he would sit down and listen to the crash of the sea waves and focus on the repetitive calming motion. One time, he decided to take a walk during the night, seeing that Gilbert and his grandfather wouldn’t stop yelling at each other.

That warm summer night, the sea was still like olive oil, and when he sat down nearby a small cave, there was complete silence for a bit. The moon was full that night, but the stars seemed to shine just as bright as if there was complete darkness. Then, he heard a sound in the distance.

It was otherworldly, and beautiful. High pitched, like the yell of seals and melodic like the movement of the fish. Ludwig was immobile, entranced by the sweet melody.

Then, more voices, and more and more, until an entire orchestra of alien melodies sang at the empty beach. The voices got louder and louder, until at the crescendo of the giant melody, there was silence again.

Ludwig sat still, afraid and hypnotized.

A seal burst through the sea. Then another and another, until around thirty or forty seals laid against the surface. Ludwig hid behind a large rock and put a hand over his mouth. He then sneaked a peek at the seal gathering.

They weren’t seals anymore. They had shed or were shedding their skins and were now human. They laughed with each other in a strange language, akin to gurgles and pulled more and more people out of sealskins.

Ludwig’s eye fell upon a younger seal, and its father, or grandfather, trying to say something to it. It yelled out a few times, and the grandfather said something again.

Then the seal started taking off its skin, taking on the form of a human. He was the same age as Ludwig, only thinner, and with curly brown-red hair. He took his grandfather’s hand and went inside the cave.

Ludwig stared at the procedures, and then listened to the yells and the dances of the seals within the cave.

He was too tired to move anymore, and he was exhausted. He closed his eyes, and he fell asleep on the tiny rocks of the beach.

The sun was warming him, Ludwig thought as he woke up the next day. He grumbled and tried to push himself upwards. The rocks made his back hurt, and he hissed as his spine ached.

Then, he realized something fell off him. Something like a blanket. He was confused, so Ludwig looked at the fallen sheet of linen or wool. But it wasn’t linen or wool.

It was sealskin.

Ludwig stared at it for a moment. He opened his mouth to make something like a scream, but then something made a sound of surprise. Ludwig looked upwards and saw the boy from last night. He was wearing just a cloth, had tan skin and deep brown eyes. He seemed as if he had been in the sea just a second ago, droplets dripping down his hair and nose.

Ludwig didn’t say anything. Neither did the boy.

Then the boy said something in the tongue that seals spoke. Ludwig didn’t understand a word. The boy’s eyebrows furrowed.

“H-hi” he managed to wretch out of his mouth.

Ludwig was stunned. “Hello” he returned.

They stared at each other for a while. Then, the boy pointed at himself and made a strange sound out of his mouth. He must have seen Ludwig’s confusion, because he laughed. It was loud, but Ludwig found it endearing.

Then he made the sounds again, but with a syllabic form. “Fe-li-ci-a-no"

Ludwig tried to pronounce that, but he could only pronounce Feli right.

“My... apologies.” Ludwig said. “I cannot pronounce your name...”

Feli looked blankly at Ludwig.

He sighed and got entirely out of the sealskin. It lay on the ground, dry and brown. Ludwig put his hand of his heart. Then he pronounced, slowly and deliberately.

“Lud-wi-g. Ludwig” Feli tried to play the sound in his own mouth. He giggled. Then, he managed to say “Ludwy. Uwig? Luddy?”

Ludwig thought for a moment and nodded. “Luddy. Yes.”

Feliciano said ‘Luddy’ again and again and laughed. Then he spoke in his tongue for a moment.

Ludwig didn’t understand a word. Then Feli stopped and stood up. Head obviously deep in thought. His eyes were shut, and his mouth was in a pout.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and smiled widely. He touched Ludwig’s hand and then pointed at him. Then he ran away from Ludwig, and he was left to understand what this naive boy meant.

He stood up and then walked towards Feli. He walked backwards, a bright smile on his face. Ludwig understood what he wanted to play, but he didn’t have time... his grandfather would search for him... well, at least Gilbert would.

He frowned. After a lot of thought, and a lot of Feli watching him carefully, he made a decision.

He sat down and slowly took off his shoes. Then, he ran towards Feli, first slowly, and then quicker and quicker, hand outstretched to catch him. Feli ran away, quick as a bird. The two children played tag for hours on end, sitting under the bright sun, or splashing into the water.

It was summer after all.

Ludwig was laughing so much; he hadn’t realized the sound came from him. Feli was also smiling, eyes shut. They were sitting on the rock, where Feli’s sealskin lay. Ludwig was sitting beside him, looking at his features.

Feli looked back, and Ludwig blushed, strongly. Feli didn’t seem aware of it though. He looked back at the sun, which was by now harshly illuminating their surroundings.

The sounds of crickets was loud and endless.

“Ludwig!!” There was a yell. Feliciano looked back at Ludwig; confusion obvious.

“Ludwig where are you?!!” It was Gilbert, his brother. For some reason, he didn’t want him to know about Feli, so he pushed himself off the rock and took with him the sealskin. Feli yelped and chased him.

He said something, but Ludwig shushed him and threw the sealskin inside the sea. Feli looked back at the waves and Ludwig. He suddenly hugged him, and jumped inside the waves, taking with him the sealskin.

A moment later, a seal tore through the waves, jumping back inside the endless sea.

“Ludwig!! Where were you, you little shit!? You made me so fucking worried!! God, what even are you doing here?” Gilbert’s tall lanky form appeared beside Ludwig. His hair was bright, and he wore long sleeves and pants.

He shouldn’t have come to the beach at this time, it was too bright. He would get badly sunburnt at home. “I was here last night, and I fell asleep”

“Why were you sleeping fucking here? You could get a cold, and then I’d never hear the end of it from grandfather. My awesome self wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen to you hm?”

Ludwig let him monologue as they walked home.

“Anyway, how did you sleep for so long? It’s already noon, I’ve never seen you sleep for more than an hour after seven.”

“I was tired” was all he said.

In the house, their grandfather stared at Ludwig with empty eyes. He didn’t ask anything, not where he was, not what he did.

He just looked at him and asked him to mop the floors while he went to sleep.

The next night, Gilbert and his grandfather were fighting again. Ludwig sighed and got out of his bed, as the screams woke him up. Looking opposite his bed, where Gilbert normally slept, he could see disturbed sheets, but the bed itself was empty.

Ludwig walked down the now empty hallway, filled with pictures of the dead. He walked down the stairs and the yelling got louder and louder. He heard something break against the floor.

Both Gilbert and his grandfather started screaming more and more, about money, about leaving, or about selling some objects. His grandfather screamed at Gilbert and Ludwig heard a loud crack, skin falling on skin, and then silence.

He slept alone that night.

The next day Ludwig was once again taking a stroll on Kochyle. He was at the cave where he met Feli before and waited for something. Maybe he waited for Feli again, or maybe he just wanted to be away from Gilbert and his unexplained bruised eye.

So, he gazed at the sea. And he waited first for a few minutes, then for a few hours. There wasn’t anyone else to go to, not Gilbert especially, and he most certainly didn’t want to be at home. He didn’t think his grandfather wanted him anyways.

The sun was at its height, and Ludwig decided to swim for a bit to cool down. He took off his shirt and short pants and walked inside the cold sea. He swam for a bit and allowed himself to venture deeper and deeper.

A cold stream flowed beneath his feet, not strong enough to pull him, but enough to need to hold back.

Then, he felt something brush against his feet. He yelped and immediately swam quickly towards the shore, panicking and flailing his hands and feet. Beside him, there was a brown shape, emerging and submerging itself.

Ludwig panicked even more, swimming in panic before the brown shape shot up from the waves and revealed itself as a small seal. It made a few sounds, and Ludwig started to calm down. He stopped moving when his feet touched the sea ground, and he was very close to dry land.

His head was just above the ground, before the seal jumped in front of him, and dove under the sea.

Seconds pass, and Ludwig searches for Feli? in confusion. Suddenly, he hears a soft, thin voice, speaking words in a language akin to the waves that break upon the cliffs of his island.

He turns around, and Feli, holding his sealskin, and smiling sweetly and widely. Ludwig also had a timid smile on his face. The two children got out of the water and sat down on the rock on which they first met.

They looked at each other, and Feli lay down on the rock, he looked tired and ready to take a nap. Ludwig furrowed his brows and turned his head. Feli laughed and pushed Ludwig down, making him lie under the warm sun.

Feli said “Luddy” and then made a face that looked exaggeratedly tired. Ludwig shook his head, but Feli nodded much more strongly. Ludwig sighed, but before he could lie down again, Feli beamed and jumped down.

He took his sealskin and made Ludwig jump down. He then laid it down onto the flat rock and jumped upon it, making himself comfortable and patting a space beside him. Ludwig was panicked and wide eyed. His cheeks reddened a bit.

But Feli insisted, so he timidly lied as far as possible from him, while still sitting on top of his sealskin. Literal seconds later, Feli started snoring and Ludwig looked t him in disbelief. Could he possibly be already asleep?

He snored again. Ludwig chuckled lightly and turned to nap too. A few minutes later, he also fell asleep.

When Feliciano woke up, it was already night. He had been tired from traveling to the shores from his home, but he wanted to see Luddy again! He looked beside him and saw the pale boy that napped on his sealskin.

He smiled, Luddy seemed like he didn’t want to sleep at all, but he is sleeping for more time than him. How funny!

But then came another voice from a distance. “Ludwig! Ludwig!” It was the person who got him last day too, the one Luddy didn’t want him to see.

So, Feliciano shook Luddy awake, and his groggy expression made him feel funny in his stomach. But he pulled on his sealskin, and Luddy looked very confused, and Feliciano jumped in the water of the sea and hid.

“Ludwig!! Ludwig!!!”

Luddy woke up completely, looking behind him. The older boy that appeared was pale. Much, much paler than Luddy, and he had white hair and crimson eyes. Feliciano’s mouth gaped.

The man was obviously Luddy’s brother, he had the same eyebrows and eye shape. But... but...

His brother was a ghost!!!

He knew land dwellers were strange, but this is over the top! Oh, how excited will his brother and grandpa be when they hear of this!

Before he left though, he heard what the two siblings had to say. He didn’t catch much, but he did hear one name. Alaric, and words that repeated, something like grandfather in his tongue.

Ludwig waited for Feli the next day too, and he came. And the next day, and the day after that, and just like that July passed without him noticing. Usually, every day and week passes slowly, dreadfully, without much reason for fun or celebration.

The only irregular things were done by Gilbert, when he went to the village with his friends, or when he fought with grandfather, although that is starting to become regular too. Feli was wonderful to spend time with, the little beach at Kochyle was like an island of solitude where they could do whatever they wanted.

And, sometimes, Ludwig forgot all about his grandfather and Gilbert and the graveyard with his family, so he laughed with Feli as they explored the cave, he laughed as they built sandcastles, and he smiled as he tried to teach Feli his language.

“Ocean”

“Oken”

“O-ce-an"

“O-ke-an"

“Not Okean, Ocean!” He smiled as he said so.

“Ocean!” Feli said eventually. Ludwig nodded, obviously proud with Feli, and himself a bit if he’s being honest.

Feli sat back, he had moved his face close to Ludwig’s and he was blushing a bit. They both turned and gazed at the sea. The waves were calm that day, the sun bright. The seagulls cried out and the two boys sat on the wet rocks, so as to not get scorched by the sun.

Then Feli turned, and Ludwig felt him looking at him. His sealskin was lain bare upon a rock behind them. Ludwig knew so, because he worried that someone would come and steal it.

Ludwig continued holding his head forward, although he knew that Feli was starting to lean in. He knew what was coming, he wanted it to happen, so why did he close his eyes as his cheeks burned bright, bright red?

Oh, he didn’t know. He was only ten, after all.

Feli kissed him slightly on his cheek. And Feli immediately pulled back, as if ridden by shame. Ludwig opened one eye and checked beside him. Feli was red too, only his eyes were wide open with panic.

Ludwig swallowed his fear, because that’s what boys do, or so had Gilbert said once, and kissed Feli on his cheek too, completely red in the face. Feli looked back. He smiled. He rested his head on Ludwig’s shoulder.

The two kids stayed like that for a few minutes as the sun set. Before he left, Feli gave Ludwig a seashell, colorful and bright.

He left a few moments before Gilbert arrived to take him back to the house

It was almost night when Alaric, a miserable poor old man, went down onto the beach to wash his clothes, and to sweeten them into the small stream that wept from a nearby stone.

He was traveling slowly, silently, singing an oh so old lament for his long dead children, his long dead grandchildren. The setting rays of the sun, setting into a mountain nearby, shone the tombstones, white, pure, dead.

He remembered everyone that was in his life. They all left, too soon, Charon the insatiable had taken them, he had sowed them.

The old man took right, where he usually went to wash the clothing. Along the road also lay the graveyard, where a flutist, one of the two grandsons of Alaric who were left, Gilbert, was herding his sheep and playing his flute.

In the graveyard. The joyful flute song put a pause on the old man’s lament. On that side of the island, only these two rested. Alaric had a fight with Gilbert about him leaving a few days before. He only stayed because of his brother.

How idiotic, wanting to leave his grandfather alone, getting older by the day.

A small brown seal also swam at the rocky beach of Kochyle, waiting for something. Or someone.

Ludwig was trying to go to the beach all day, but his grandfather wanted him to clean the house, as he was not that focused for the last month, as if something was distracting him. So, Ludwig was only now leaving, during the setting sun.

He had gone sometimes during the night to Kochyle, but with his grandfather he had t be careful. So, when he got to the graveyard and he found Gilbert playing his flute, he took a turn to the right.

“Where are you going?” Gilbert suddenly asked.

Ludwig stopped, “To the beach” he said.

“Why?”

“To help grandfather.” He thought of something. Gilbert knew something was going on with Ludwig and another person at the beach. Sometimes he thought he caught a glimpse of someone, before revealing itself to be a simple seal.

“Ha! As if I believe you, my brother. But go then, I suppose.” What’s the harm, he had thought. What’s the harm?

Before Ludwig left completely, Gilbert thought to himself that he would stay with Ludwig, no matter what. He would never leave him alone with Alaric.

The boy found a path, leading downwards. He followed it and the trees’ shadows looked as if they were trying to hinder him. The birds had stopped singing, and the cicadas had yet to start. It was silent, silent twilight.

The boy continued downwards, his foot got caught in a bush and he tumbled downwards. He got hurt. He stood up again, a scrape on his knee and blood on the ground. He looked around in the almost dark and realized that there was nowhere to go.

His heart started thundering inside his chest, he ran upwards, because he could hear the waves, but he knew he was too upwards to be on a beach. He found himself at the edge of a rock, sticking out.

The sky was black, the moon didn’t appear, and the stars were hidden from the clouds, as if they didn’t want to see.

He turned backwards.

He didn’t hear the crack immediately.

The sound of the flute made it, so his short scream wasn’t heard.

What-

Ludwig drowned.

The flutist was too far up to see the rock, but he turned to the sound, not realizing immediately that something could have happened.

As it was already night, old man Alaric had done the immeasurable path upwards, but he only heard the splash of a rock and thought to himself, that Gilbert not only disturbed the dead with his flute, but he also threw rocks into the sea for fun!

How shameful!

And he continued on his way. And Gilbert continued looking for his brother in the brambles, and the sailing ship continued sailing and the seal smelt something strange.

The seal was still waiting for someone, so he was swimming, and he smelt blood.

The seal was goodhearted, so it went towards the scent to find out what happened. The seal saw a small, dead, pale body.

It screamed.

It curled itself around the body, it pulled it upwards towards the surface, so it could perhaps breathe, all the while making desperate sounds, that any animal stayed away from, not from fear, no.

From pity.

The seal pulled the body out to the shore of Kochyle, and it shed its skin and turned into a young boy ten years of age.

The young boy took the body into its arms, he stared into its glossy eyes, its seaweed ridden hair, and he wept. He screamed, he cried, he shed tears for him.

He sang a song of desperation, of death, of grieving, a song so horrible and terrible that anyone hearing it would want to stop being.

The seal sang, the seal grieved, the seal screeched, the seal wept.

The seal lamented.

The Seal’s Lament, which was translated into human speech by an old fisherman, knowledgeable into the watery tongue of the seals, said approximately this:

This boy was named Ludwig

The grandson of old man Alaric.

Seaweeds make up his death crown,

Seashells are his dowry...

And the old man still mourns

His age-old dead children.

As if the sufferings of this world

Would even ever end...

There's also on AO3 fic for it, if you prefer it there:

I hope you enjoyed, I tried to make the romance between Lud and Feli as pure as possible, so at the end the gut punch is even stronger

#Mythtalia March #Mythtalia March 2024 #fic #hetalia #aph hetalia #aph germany #aph gerita #aph italy #aph germania #aph prussia #fandom #fanfiction

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hwsevents · 13 days

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Thank you to everyone who participated in Mythtalia March! I think the event turned out really nicely, and it was fun to see the ideas everyone came up with!

@dee-bullshit-bonanza

@coralcatsea

@unhonestlymirror

@theherdofturtles

@where-is-my-beheading-ceremony

@goldammerchen

@tvarinich

@itstokkii

@ifindus

@bigolteefies

@lossis

#hws #aph #hetalia #hetalia events #hws events #mythtalia march #mythtalia #godtalia

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coralcatsea · 6 months

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@hetaween-event

Day 4: Underworld

This prompt compelled me to finally make another piece for my mythtalia AU in which Arthur is Hades, ruler of the Underworld!

Lyrics from the Voltaire song Land of the Dead.

#hetaween #hetaween 2023 #hws england #aph england #hetalia #hws #aph #mythtalia #godtalia #hades arthur #hades England #underworld #land of the dead

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maplequeen94 · 2 months

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Ask game!! 37, 14 (Ukraine), 4, & 3!

Who has the most pets?

It's a tie between Greece and Germany, Greece has the most cats and Germany has the most dogs.

(Though Greece is more that person who technically only owns like, 2 or 3 cats, but religiously feeds all the stray cats around his house, which we all know makes them his pets by default.)

Assign [Ukraine] a traveling outfit

What's a headcanon you need to work out?

I've had a headcanon that in a Gods and Godesses AU Matthew would be a type of Forest or Nature God. I've decided to expand on this further with the other nations and what Gods they'd be for a story I'm working on for Mythtalia March.

Who are your favorite Hetalia writers? Why?

@thegoliathbeetle - My comrade in keeping this fandom well fed with our CanUkr fics 🤝

@9pilkytf - Their RusAme DILF AU is MMMMHHHHFFFFF!!! 🥴💕 You have them to blame for the existence of my own, CanUkr inspired DILF AU.

@fireandiceland - Oh God, I can't stress enough just how much I love Riva's reader insert fics. 😩💕

#hetalia #maple rambles #maple answers #ask #ask games

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doomspiral · 3 months

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Okay, all drawings planned for Mythtalia March (8 of them)

#:p

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dee-bullshit-bonanza · 2 months