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unhetalia · 1 month

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soft usuk headcanon where america just hugs england after having a bad day or even nightmare.

This is a holdover from childhood. Arthur wasn't there a lot, but when he was, Alfred asked for hugs all the time. One time Alfred fell out of a tree and was just about to brush it off when he saw Arthur was beside himself. He quickly realised that it was not normal to fall out of trees and feel nothing, so he quickly turned on the waterworks so Arthur would hold him. Free hug!

(It fucks up his relationship with affection, this belief that there needs to be a Legitimate Reason in order to receive gentleness or love, but that's not what this is about!)

Nowadays, it's more complicated than that for Alfred. Americans aren't a high contact culture, and while I don't believe in Nations always being the embodiment of their countries' ideologies, when you're living amongst people who have a certain way of interacting, it absolutely has an impact, same as for any human.

As a result, Alfred is someone who is a little bit touch-starved. I think he wants more contact than he's able to get from the people around him. His best friend is an alien, his other best friend is fucking KIKU. The only one of his close friends who is affectionate is the Philippines (who in my head is named 'Liwanag Dalisay', and called Ning Ning by her friends), and unfortunately, because they're both unattached - for now - and opposite gender friends, it's not something they can linger on.

Arthur, on the other hand, isn't lacking in physical contact, if you know what I mean. He's traced every curve of a woman's body; held a man down and fucked them until they begged. He's been clung to, held tight, clawed in passion.

But Arthur rarely touches people when he's not fucking them - hasn't been touched by someone who wants affection, or is offering it to him.

The first time Alfred hugged Arthur to seek out comfort post-independence was in 1950. Alfred had come out of World War II incredibly jaded - it was only the third time he'd ever revealed himself to and worked with his government, and they'd gone behind his back and dropped two atom bombs. Alfred left after, though President Truman had tried his best to get him to stay, promising him that because of what they'd done, there would be no more wars.

Five year later, the U.S enters the Korean War. Alfred is with Arthur when he hears the news, and to say he's gutted would be an understatement. He must've looked devastated, because Arthur moves to stand in front of him and makes to put a hand on his shoulder. Instead, Alfred just... falls into him, face in his chest, holding him tightly and crying his heart out. Arthur is stumped for a minute before he wraps his arms around Alfred, starts shushing him like he's a child again. Telling him it's going to be okay.

Alfred would lie awake that night thinking about how different Arthur felt from when he was a child; how, in fact, being held by Arthur in that moment hadn't felt like his childhood at all. Alfred doesn't quite realise it's because he's in love with Arthur, but he learns - or re-learns - the power of physical affection.

This lesson impacts Arthur because not only does Alfred begin seeking him out for comfort (which stops him in his tracks every time), he offers that same comfort without prompting.

Arthur is seething during a meeting after receiving several ridiculous reports, and yes, he's shouting and terrifying everyone, especially Antonio, who is very aware Arthur still carries a sword around, when suddenly Alfred stands up, marches towards him, and pulls him into a hug and says "chill out, dude, everything's gonna be fine!"

The world watches Arthur almost physically deflate. When Alfred pulls away and walks back to his seat, Arthur will finally take a deep breath. "Well... it's not the end of the world, I guess. We'll need to rearrange a few things, but it's fixable."

Witnessing this, everyone decides that it doesn't matter that their relationships don't reflect the geopolitical climate: Alfred truly is a superpower.

[Note: All my headcanons unless states otherwise exist in a universe where Hetalia characters are independent of their government. Their roles are to protect the land and the people, and often this requires them to work against their governments. Despite Nations being a representative of a country, their work to protect the land and people goes beyond boarders, and while Nations have personal relationships that involve liking and disliking others, this does not impede on their work and is not tied to their country's politics.]

#ukus #usuk #axis powers hetalia #hetalia #hetalia world series #aph america #aph england #hws america #hws england #i need to edit this its 3am wtf #but this really got my brain doing SOMERSAULTS #my headcanon that england FUCKS is very strong idk if youve all noticed that #m: hetalia #s: england/america #c: england #c: america #.txt

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arthurhonda · 6 months

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HELLOO??? WHY DOES IT LOOK THEYRE THE ONLY TWO TO HAVE A DYED HAIR STREAKS??? AND THE COOL X WARM COLORS TOO????? im violently grippingn my scalp i am holding back from going off i am so normal about them

They forgot they had a photo shoot and got their hair dyed together before that clearly. (Joking)

But no that’s so cute omg. Red-blue (yes I’m aware that’s purple shush) gays confirmed.

They look like they’re in a casino au. Kiku being a dealer suits him.

#asakiku #official art

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sashi-ya · 3 years

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Hiya ! If requests are still open for this week could I ask for Marco with a tiny fem!s/o with a size kink ??? Thank you so much and hope you’re having a great day 💕💕💕

Hi darling!! Of course! I hope you like it ♥ Thank u for your request and all of the support! Have a great weekend ♥ ~

NSFW ~ Marco x F! Tiny! Reader ~ You Are So Tight For Me ~

TW: NSFW. Size kink. Best friends to lovers. Sex at a party. Unprotected sex. Kind of rough sex.

WC: 1.7K

Tag list: @undercoverweeeb @mistyroselove

Marco and you have always been good friends, really good friends. You love him as much as he loves you, yet, you too never ever had any romantic or sexual interaction before. You are so close, people usually think you two are a couple, yet you aren’t. Still…

You > Oiiii pineapple birb, are you up for tonight’s party at Izo’s? Pineapple Birb > Oi Tontatta, yeah. Be ready at 8.

“Tontatta? What does he mean with “Tontatta”??... OH…” you say while throwing the phone to the bed and realizing he was mocking you by your short height. “You fucking giant pineapple…” you grunt as you enter the shower.

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The sound of Marco’s pick up horn announces he is already waiting for you outside. You take your bag and keys and head out.

“G’Night” you say, struggling to enter the vehicle. “Why the hell did he buy such a big car?” you think while stretching your arm to close the door. Of course, you fail in the first attempt so the doctor bends over you and closes the door. Marco is not huge but compared to you it’s pretty big. He pats your lap, strongly, laughing. “Why the hell are you so tiny?” he says. And you can’t help but squirm a little on the seat thinking about his huge hand over your thigh in a friendly way that you wish was with other intentions.

Rolling your eyes you tell him to stop making fun of you and start driving. “Fineee” he says and hits the gas. Music blasting suddenly makes you forget about the touch of his hand over your thigh and you two sing -shout- “Good 4 U” by Olivia Rodrigo.

Marco parks over Izo’s house. He descends the pick-up and helps you. “Jump to pappa” he says, laughing. You frown and burn holes into his eyes. “Shut up” you say as he snatches you from under your shoulders and puts you down on the street. You are surprised, he has never helped you like this. Still, you act annoyed, “Who does he think he is to treat me like this?” you think.

Walking towards the door, you can see from the window the shadow of a boy wearing a straw hat running around. “Luffy” Marco and you say, laughing.

The night goes by with alcohol and food, so much food. Sanji cooked the equivalent of three full restaurants just for you -specially Luffy-. Everybody is a little tipsy, and so do you. Kiku, Izo’s sister, comes up with the idea of watching a horror movie. Everybody, except Chopper and Usopp agreed. Law and Robin decided the title, and oh boy, that was gore…

The boys set up the projector, and everybody takes his place. Sanji and Zoro begin fighting because apparently, they were “too close to each other” on the couch. Everybody look at them thinking the same, “why the fuck do you sit together if you don’t want to be close?” but then all of you remember they haven’t still figured out how much they love each other. So, for the sake of the group’s peace, Marco suggests that you could sit over his lap, and so they will have more room.

You agree instantly and sit over Marco’s legs. Your back laying over his chest. You are so used to him that this doesn’t represent a problem for you. But then, Marco snakes his arms around your waist and presses you tight against his lap. “What is this boy playing tonight?” you think.

Somehow, the idea of feeling so tiny, so squeezed against his body is making your core feel a little… fancy.

The movie starts, and so far, you haven’t gotten scared until the murderer appears out of nowhere and stabs the victim from his back. You jump over Marco’s lap, so suddenly that he also gets scared. “Shh” he whispers in your ear. A shiver runs through your spine, as you feel Marco’s warm breath on your neck. “Sorry…” you excuse yourself. “It’s ok” he says, and rests his chin over your shoulder, squeezing your waist even tighter. You gasp and fidget your ass over his groin. “Fuck it, he wants me” you think. And indeed, you feel how a hard -huge- bulge grows under your bottom… All of a sudden, a different movie plays on your head, the idea of him fucking you with his huge member makes you wet, so wet.

You start to act scared with every little scene, and with that, a little hump over him that makes his member grow harder and harder. No one will notice, everything is dark, they are all into the movie. And with the last little jump, Marco has had enough “Stop doing that or I’ll have to fuck you right here in front of our friends” he whispers. You swallow, you wanted to turn him on, but you’ve never expected he would be so straightforward to you.

You slowly turn around your face, his nose touching your cheek. “Then fuck me if you dare” you tell him. A sexy side smirk draws on his lips, and his hands pressed your lower belly so your sex could feel perfectly how hard he is. You realize you are probably gonna have a big time when taking him all inside, and that fans the fire inside you. “I’m gonna go to the restroom” you tell him, with an inviting grin. He lets go of you, and you walk upstairs.

A few minutes later, the bathroom opens and Marco looks at you up and down, scanning you with lustful eyes. You sexily take your jacket off and let it fall to the ground. He closes the door behind him and walks steadily towards you.

His right hand squeezes your throat. His left leg in between your legs, lifting you up as your back is pressed against the cold tiles of the bathroom. “Come on, hump over my leg now” Marco says. You try to gasp for air and do as he tells you to. You rub your sex against his thigh, your legs hang at each side. He is so big compared to you…

He then grabs you by your waist and sits you over the bathroom counter. You spread your legs, so he can come closer. His mouth invades yours, lustfully, feral. This felt way better than the times you’ve dreamt of it.

When he is satisfied with the taste of your mouth, he lifts you up. You cross your legs around his waist and Marco carries you to the next room. Who knows whose room it is? but you don’t care… He throws you to bed, you lay on your back while he unbuttons his white shirt. You enjoy the show of the big man in front of you, your body begs to be destroyed, to be fucked.

“Marco…” you mumble. “Hm?” he asks. “Fuck me, rough” you tell him. “You sure? I’m afraid I’ll destroy your insides” he says while leaning over you, already taking off your pants. “That’s exactly what I want” you say and bite your lip. “You little whore” he says laughing and pounces into you.

He bites your neck; you carve your nails on his back. His huge hands take off your shirt, exposing your perfect body to him. “God, why are you so tiny? I’m gonna rip you” he says, with one of your nipples on his mouth. You moan as his tongue wets your breasts.

He then traces a path of wet smooches from your tits towards your sex. He licks and kisses your hot skin, and you squirm. Yet, you are anxious to see his member, you’ve been wanting to see that huge dick in front and inside you for so long…

A finger enters your sex. “Oh, even my finger feels tight inside you… I wonder how I am gonna fuck your little cunt?” he asks, and that turns you so fucking much, he has no idea. Then, the second finger in. Slowly, but surely you dilate enough -or so that’s what you thought- to receive his shaft.

“I think I can manage to fuck you like this” Marco says while lowers the zipper of his jeans. You swallow, you want it inside now. He finally flashes his eight inches dick to you. You widen your eyes and he notices it. “Are you sure?” he asks. “Fucking destroy me, Marco” you tell him, delighted by the huge member in front of your eyes.

“Sure, my dear” he says, and aligns the tip of his dick with your entrance. You are so wet that it slides perfectly and even if Marco tries to hold back not to hurt you, he can’t take it any longer. Soon, he is balls deep inside you. You whine, loud enough for the whole house to hear you. “Shhh, little whore” he shushes you and covers your mouth with his hand.

You feel your walls stretch, they burn, but you love it. A bulge forms in your lower stomach whenever he is deep inside you, you watch it and the image makes both of you extremely aroused. He is indeed destroying your tiny body, and you are enjoying every single moment of it.

And after intense thrusts, your insides clenches around him as you are ready to fall into an intense orgasm. “Mhh babe… you are so tight. Even after fucking you so much” Marco whines. You moan as the last deep plunges send you to climax heaven. You squirt on the base of his dick, so hard, relieving the pressure, biting Marco’s shoulder.

He does the same a few seconds after, and he does not back off until your insides get filled fully with his warm seed…

“So, are we dating now?” he finally speaks, while resting after an amazing fuck. “Well, yeah, finally” you tell him and laugh soundly. Everybody knew that, except you two…

“We should come back, don’t you think?” you say. “I hope they didn’t hear us…” Marco tells you kissing your forehead… ♥ ~

#marco the phoenix #marco one piece #marco x you #marco x reader #marco the pineapple #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece x oc #one piece x marco #marco imagine #sashi ya

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basedkikuenjoyer · 2 years

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She is bending over and stooping a fair amount, but she is still twice as tall as Chopper. Perfect pairing, classic joke of Chopper being louder trying to shush her. Showing right away too that Kiku’s pretty calm throughout all this. She’s heard the name Big Mom from the Straw Hats remember? One of her first interactions with Luffy/Zoro.

#onepiece #one piece #okiku #chopper #momonosuke #tama #Every Okiku

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wherearemyglassesbro · 3 years

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In your opinion which country do you think handles social isolation the best and which the worst? Also who's the best at following it and the worst?

Yeah!

So I feel like the most social nations like the Romance nations, South American nations, America and the other extroverts scattered across Asia and Africa are having a rough time. When being social is embedded into your culture it’s hard to stay home all the time! Especially when you’re usually super involved with your community! I can imagine Feliciano sulking around his house, missing gossiping with his elderly neighbors. Or Alfred getting stir crazy cause he can’t go hang on college campuses or in busy areas in general

I feel like even the interoverted nations like Kiku, Matthew, the Scandinavians and Eastern Europeans would even be having a tough time cause while they aren’t the most social people they still like going out. And that bit of interaction that they get and go ‘ah :) that’s enough for this month!’ They can’t even get that. So it’s very strange for them too.

This is not a fun time for anyone. I don’t know a single person who’s having a good time right now and I wouldn’t think that ancient beings who don’t really get sick...would be having fun being told they have to stay inside :)

((And before you come at me I am aware that many of y’all are all back to normal and I am beyond jealous :) I don’t need you to remind me ‘oooo stupid americans we’ve been back to normal for weeks now!’ Yeah I know...Now shush :) thank ya))

#aph #hetalia #ask away!#headcanons #hetalia headcanons #asks #always up for hc requests

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allthingshetalia · 4 years

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Hiya! Thanks for all your writings, they’re my favorite things to see on my dash! Could I please request a headcannon/scenario about how the Axis would comfort an S/O who is insecure about their stretch marks? I’ve got some on my legs that sometimes bother me. Thank you so much!

💕💕I need this too! #stretchmarkgang! Thank you!!💕

Italy

He would quickly shush you up

“They are beautiful! They make you unique”

He really does see them as unique

To him it like a fingerprint and they are something you should be proud of!

Japan

He would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt him to know that you didn’t love yourself as much as he loves you

“Don’t be insecure about them. They show change, and no one want to stay the same forever.”

Placing a small kiss on your forehead he would put your head in his lap and stroke your hair

Germany

Would literally show you his stretch marks

He went from being kinda scrawny to being jacked as hell so he has quite a few stretch marks

“Why didn’t you tell me they bothered you? They are perfectly normal and nothing to even pay attention to.”

Prussia

Same a Kiku- he would be hurt you don’t think as highly of yourself as he does

He would kiss them softly wanting to be as romantic as possible

“They’re like your own little battle scars.”

He would say with a wide loving smile

Romano

“Are you fucking kidding me? You are an idiot if you think this makes you any less beautiful.”

Nough said

#allthingshetalia #hetalia #hetalia blog #aphgermany #germany hetalia #hetalia imagine blog #aph axis powers #axisheadcons #axisimagines #romanohetalia #aphromano #italy hetalia #aphitaly #south italy hetalia #prussia hetalia #aphprussia #japan hetalia #aphjapan

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ask-2p-mermatt · 3 years

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Kiku, you ain’t foolin anyone buddy

“Shush. I said no!”

#hetalia #aph hetalia #aph japan #uh oh he angy

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romaniassexdungeon · 4 years

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Third Option - chapter 9

Pairing: Spamano, AusHun

João - Portugal Logan - Australia Hunapo - New Zealand Arjun - India

Notes: Yes, I know this is late, but I had a degree to work on, and now that’s out of the way, I’ll hopefully get more updates out. I also went back and polished what I had even more, so hopefully it’s a little less bad. I also changed Monaco’s name to Céline.

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The streets were busy as Lovino led his family to that rickety old cafe. There were people all around them, going to their real jobs. He led the others in a tight knot, heads down and minding their own business. They were going to work too, no need to arouse suspicion. No one really paid them attention. After all, everyone had their own lives to be getting on with. Lovino kept his eyes forward, not saying a word, and almost everyone else seemed to get the message.

“So, who we meetin’?” asked Alfred in his ear, “anyone we know?”

Francis shushed him. “Really? Right now?”

Alfred huffed, quietening down for a few minutes. Lovino followed the river path, up to a set of narrow stairs. It led to a higher street, more open, with houses that were larger and neater than most of the Iron district, but not by much. The road was a little wider here, and Lovino enjoyed a view of part of the Iron district, stretched out below on the other side of the river. From a distance, the place looked even more depressing: masses of crooked houses packed together, no grand buildings breaking the skyline.

Alfred chewed his lip. “So, who told you about it?”

Francis flicked his ear. “I swear to fuck if you don’t shut up, you’re going to work instead.”

Lovino turned a corner and the cafe came into view. He shushed the group and crossed the square. Certain they were alone, he slipped inside.

There was welcome shade in the cafe, empty except for Heracles watching them from the counter, seemingly stunned at the numbers. Lovino gave a nod, and Heracles jerked his head towards the back room. He led them down to the cellar in silence, and even Alfred seemed to get the idea. Through the trapdoor, down into darkness and along the corridor to the main hall they went. Inside, fewer than ten people sat and stood talking in groups.

“Wait here for Sadik,” said Heracles, “he’ll want to talk to the new people.” He turned and left without another word.

Xavier waved them over. “You made it!” He was leaning on the stage at the back of the room, where the others soon joined him. Xavier’s cousin was with him, with his golden tan, goofy grin, full nose and mop of curly hair. Lovino hadn’t seen him in a while, remembering an awkward, lanky teen. Now he was toned and curved and surprisingly handsome. He didn’t bother with the buttons of his floral shirt, apparently, tucking it into his shorts, and the style looked good on him. “You remember Antonio, right?”

Lovino nodded. “So, you dragged your family into this too?” It was as good a place as any to start.

Xavier laughed. “Toni wouldn’t shut up about the whole thing. Had to bring him or he’d tell my parents.” He shoved him. “Fucking narc.”

“It’s my job to keep you out of trouble,” said Antonio. Lovino remembered him being a bit overbearing, strict, even, with Xavier. Strange, really, he seemed so laid-back normally.

“By getting in trouble with me?” Xavier scoffed. "João is gonna be here too. He just had work today."

“Of course I'm getting into trouble;” Antonio pulled Francis into a firm hug. “Good to see you!”

“Likewise,” Francis kissed both his cheeks, “nice to know I’m in trusted company. Feels a little safer with you around.”

“Not many people,” Céline commented, glancing around. There was Tino, and Lovino recognised his two friends from the rally with him, huddled together in the corner. Kiku and Arthur were in deep conversation, looking over papers at the table. At the other end of the stage, two very strange men sat talking intensely. One looked a little like a rat, the other looked like a depressed pile of ash.

“Hey, it’s a start,” said Alfred. “We’ve nearly doubled it.” Other people had noticed too, and were staring at them with interest. Lovino wasn’t sure what to make of the attention. But he was proud of himself. Who else here had recruited 4 other people?

“What happens next?” asked Céline.

“It’s sorta like an interview,” Antonio explained, “Sadik just asks you about your motivations, and what you can do to help. Nothing too scary.” He looked at her. “Let me guess. Gilbert?” She nodded. “Yes, of course, it was part of the reason I wanted to join, why I insisted;” Antonio gave a sigh. “He was a good friend. I’m so, so sorry for your loss.” His smile was back before a melancholy look could even settle. “I know you will make his death mean something,” he kissed her hand, stooping down to reach her.

“Thank you, Antonio. I will.”

“Lovino!” Antonio finally turned to him, “it’s been too long! Look how much you’ve grown!” He ruffled his hair.

“Hey, watch it!” He gently held him back. “Personal space, my friend.”

“Course, course! Sorry.”

“Well, you two seem to have spirit!” Sadik strode into the room, holding the door to a side room open for two people Lovino didn’t recognise. “I like that, Logan, Hunapo. I hope you’ll make me proud, here.”

“Oh we will,” said the taller one, an absolute tank of a man with messy hair and a cocky grin. Logan, apparently.

“You’ve made a good choice,” said a smaller, scruffy mess of curled hair. Hunapo. Both names weren't that familiar.

“I hope I have,” Sadik nudged them, “not that we can afford to be fussy.”

“That why you signed me up?” asked Rat-man, through a mouthful of beans. He was sat cross-legged on the stage, a can balanced on one pointy knee.

“Well, I didn’t wanna say anything, but…” Sadik noticed the new arrivals. “Hey, Lovino, right? Who are all these people?”

“Relatives,” he said in a small voice. Sadik intimidated him, and, for some reason, he felt desperate not to let him down. Maybe it was because he reminded him of Grandpa Janus?

“Well done lad!” Sadik boomed, hands on his hips, “you must have some way with words!” And just like praise from Grandpa Janus, Lovino found himself elated that he’d made Sadik proud. He wanted to do more, earn more validation.

Francis whistled. “So you’re Sadik Adnan? Your reputation precedes you.”

Sadik laughed. “Already?”

“Well, I remember hearing about what happened last time. Never got involved,” he coughed, “might’ve been for the best.”

“Well, you’re not wrong. Things will go better, though. I’m older, and hopefully a little wiser now. But I can’t do it alone.” He motioned to the side room. “Please, step into my office, and we can talk more.”

When the Bonnefoys followed him inside, Antonio turned back to Lovino and Xavier. “So, Lovi, I hear you finished school too. Look at the pair of you! All grown up!”

“Yeah, a grown-up adult, so roll back on the patronising.”

Antonio laughed. “Alright. Still older, though. I want a bit of respect.”

“Because you came out the pussy two years before me?”

“Let’s not talk about my mum like that.”

“I’d like to meet your mum one day. Can you introduce us?”

“Toni’d like to meet his dad one day,” muttered Xavier, giggling at his own joke. Antonio didn’t look so impressed.

“You can be quiet!”

“His birth certificate has a question mark under “father’s name”. I’ve seen it.”

“Stop telling people that or I’ll punch you in the tit!”

Lovino burst out laughing. “Don’t worry, Toni, my dad walked out too. Who needs the rat bastards? Better off without them.”

Xavier looked between them. “How the fuck do you keep losing dads? This is the last outpost of civilisation, and there’s a giant wall around the city. They can’t have gone far, guys. Find the fuckers!”

Even Antonio had to laugh at that. Lovino leaned against the stage. “Xavi, if it was that easy, Grandpa would’ve tracked the sonnovabitch down and throttled him.” His earliest memory was Grandpa Janus pacing the main room and loudly planning to do such a thing. Ah, childhood memories.

“Speaking of Lovino’s family, they seem nice!” Xavier peered over at Sadik’s office.

“They’re alright, I guess. Céline’s my favourite.”

“They’re hot.”

“I hate you so much.”

Xavier burst out laughing. “I love you too.”

“Hey, don’t worry,” Antonio rubbed Lovino’s shoulder, “you’re not so bad to look at yourself.”

Lovino looked at him. “Is this a joke or-?”

“No! I swear-”

“Good. Because I know I’m hot, and you should know too. And you’re…” he blushed, “you’re kinda okay too, but don’t go on about it.”

“Aww, thank you!”

“I wish someone would tell me I’m hot,” said Xavier whistfully.

“You’re hot, now lemme motorboat you.” Lovino buried his face in Xavier’s chest and blew a raspberry. Xavier almost passed out from laughing.

“Finally, things are getting interesting!” called Rat Man.

“What’s getting interesting, Alin?” Sadik stepped out of his office, followed by the Bonnefoys. Lovino pulled away from Xavier’s chest, looking a little sheepish.

Alin shrugged, licking sauce off a bean with his pointy tongue. “I just thought we were all gonna touch on each other.”

Sadik looked at him. No one said anything for a long moment. “We’re not going to do that.”

“Then what was the point in joining up here?”

Sadik ignored him, instead addressing the group as a whole. “Anyway, it’s nice to see our numbers rising. We’re starting to establish links with the remnants of the old guard, and finding new faces willing to hear us out. Of course, we have a long way to go, and we’ll need a way of getting our message across without incriminating ourselves.” He clapped his hands, “but today, we’ll just focus on educating you all, and starting you on some basic weapons training. Tino here is going to teach you to hold a gun, and fire it straight.”

Lovino and Xavier exchanged looks of glee.

...

Up at the top of the city, on Rex Hill, sat the Palace, whose walls were hugged by the river on three sides. The fourth stretched out in front of the Golden Square, now empty of subjects. Inside the walls were the gardens, with winding paths touring through meticulously cared-for flowers. Water from the river fed into the gardens, creating a lush oasis in the centre of the arid city. The palace itself towered over everything, even allowing the residents to catch a glimpse of the desert beyond the city walls. The music room was near the centre of the palace, with thick walls and high windows kept close to keep the room’s secrets. There were a variety of instruments, kept polished by one of the servants. There was also a fat sofa, near the grand piano at the centre of the room.

Roderich ignored everything around him and focused only on the keys in front of his eyes. He played with all his might, played for his anger, played for his hatred, love, everything that pulsed through his body. Yes, music was illegal but Roderich relished in breaking his own rules. After all, who was going to stop him? Roderich played on, letting the music vibrate through him, words he didn’t know how to express, words that didn’t exist. It was a song his mother wrote, before the madness took her.

He finished his piece and turned his attention to Érzsebét, his Empress, his Queen, who was sprawled out on the sofa in a light, lacy dress. Her hair was splayed everywhere, thick and curly. She stood up, clapping and running over to him. ‘“Brilliant, darling, just marvellous!” They shared a kiss.

“Thank you, dear.” He held her gently, running his fingers through her hair. He’d often heard this absurd rumour he was evil. That he was a monster incapable of love. People had the gall to scream it at him, the worst last words he could think of. Was there not something more productive to say at a time like that? It wasn’t true, anyway. If he wasn’t capable of love, then what did he feel for Érzsebét? For their son? It was simple, really. But still, they said he was evil and a curse on the world. The thought made him shake with a malicious, uncontrollable rage.

“Roddy,” said Érzsebét, gently, but firmly, “you’re squeezing me.”

“Érzsebét! Oh, I’m so sorry!” He pulled away. “Are you hurt?” She shook her head. “You know I could never hurt you. I’d sooner die.”

Érzsebét smirked. “Oh, I know. Like you could, anyway.” Neither could, and neither had ever. Érzsebét was loyal to her Emperor, and Roderich worshipped Érzsebét in return. Not only did he love her, but he owed his life to her.

They’d met when they were seven years old, already betrothed and destined to rule. She was the daughter of a noble, chosen as a suitable match for Roderich, despite her unruly nature. Roderich had developed a reputation of being a selfish and downright cruel child. He was, but not around Érzsebét. He shared his toys with her, and followed her around as she plotted out adventures for them both. When it came to play fights, she refused to let him win, and Roderich didn’t throw tantrums over losing, instead begging her to teach him to be stronger.

And then it happened. The incident. They were ten, going for a cycle through the palace gardens. He remembered the scent of the plants, the pollen in his hair and the breeze. He remembered Érzsebét’s embroidered shirt and the mud on her boots. He remembered her laugh, and how he’d push his glasses up his nose before explaining the different species of flower. He even picked a large, pink one to put in her hair.

The two took a break under the shade of a tree, and it happened. Érzsebét was looking off in the distance, while Roderich leaned against the trunk catching his breath. Out of the blue, Érzsebét tackled him, launching them both into the flower bed as the ground erupted. Gunshots rained down on them, some dangerously near their mark, but the children were hidden in the bushes. Roderich wanted to cry out, but Érzsebét covered his mouth. He remembered being paralysed, time standing still until the palace guards arrived and returned fire on the assassin.

Yes, it had been an assassin; not a professional, most likely, just someone who wanted to leave the empire without an heir, someone with a grudge against the royals. Roderich had never left the palace walls since. It had taken years to build up the courage to go in the gardens, only when security had been tightened and the wall was heavily guarded. Whilst he wouldn’t control Érzsebét, he had suggested she do the same once they were married, and she agreed. Franz had been forbidden from leaving the palace.

After another assassin was more successful in killing his father, Roderich had ascended the throne a hurricane of grief and any hope that he would be a more benevolent ruler soon squashed.

“Roddy, come back to me,” Érzsebét stroked his cheek, “you’re far away.”

Roderich shook himself. “Sorry, sorry.”

The doors flung open as General Zwingli marched in. “Sir-”

Roderich slammed his hand on the piano. “How many times do I have to warn you about knocking?” He thundered, “the music room is private!”

General Zwingli didn’t appear disturbed. “I understand, but this is urgent. A small council is being summoned.”

“I see.” Roderich glanced at Érzsebét, who gave a nod. “We will go to the board room immediately.” They left the music room, following Zwingli through airy hallways, past the portraits of the five previous Emperors and platinum columns between arches looking down on the gardens.

“Where is my son?” Roderich spoke in a low voice, ��does this concern him?”

“He is in the company of Lady Biedermann,” Zwingli replied, “perfectly safe. No, this is a greater problem, and affects us all.”

Roderich wrinkled his nose, “there is nothing greater than the prince. But the situation sounds grave indeed.”

“‘Tis, I’m afraid.” Zwingli rounded a corner and opened the door to the board room, holding it for the royal couple. The council members summoned were sat at one end of a heavy table, only three: Feilks, Arjun and Yao, whose job was to advise him and keep him informed on the goings-on of the city he refused to set foot in.

Roderich made his way to the end of the table, sitting on a simple throne while Érzsebét and Zwingli took their seats. “So,” he began, “what have you got to tell me? What was so important I had to be summoned? I’m assuming, by your small numbers, it’s to be kept on a need-to-know basis.” He slipped a hand into his robes, where he kept a tiny pistol. Just in case. He didn’t want history repeating itself.

“For now,” began Yao, “we need to plan carefully before this gets out. And who knows who we can trust anymore.”

“So, what’s going on?”

“The news that… well…” Feliks avoided his glare.

“Spit it out.”

“An undercover officer claims to have spotted notorious criminal Sadik Adnan wandering the Iron District last night. If he’s reentered the city, this could spell bad news for us.”

Roderich scratched his chin. “Sadik Adnan? Why should that name bother me?”

“He was one of the last people sent into exile,” said Yao. "Oğuzhan's son."

“And he’s still alive?” Roderich glared at Zwingli.

Zwingli waved a hand. “The exile programme was run by Väinämöinen. It was a soft option that let people slip through. That was why I replaced it. Besides, having suspect individuals in the city is a far more efficient method of keeping track of them.”

“But how did he re-enter the city?”

“No one knows,” said Feliks.

“Is he alone?”

“Possibly. But he’d have had allies inside the city. Someone must've helped him.”

Roderich groaned. “And do we know what his motives are?”

“No,” said Arjun, “but, we can guess what might happen, if he’s planning to carry on his father’s legacy…”

“Well, find him!” Roderich smacked his hand on the table, “find him, and all his associates! Hunt him down until there’s nowhere left to run! And let it be known that, if anyone is caught harbouring or collaborating with him, they will face the death penalty.”

“So we let the news get out?” asked Zwingli, “to the citizens?”

“Yes. We need the whole city on our side. Put a price on his head, and people will give us information. And I want crackdowns, too. Implement a curfew for a week, conduct raids on any possible allies.”

Zwingli nodded. “I’ll pull up a list of persons of interest. Anyone known to the law.”

“Good man.” Roderich stood up. “I want him dead by the end of the week.” He left the room.

Érzsebét got up. “Do what you can,” she told everyone, “and don’t let us down.” She followed her husband out.

The council sat in stunned silence, then Zwingli spoke. “Well, you heard the emperor. Feliks, I want a broadcast drafted for this evening and sent to City Radio. Yao, contact Mr Honda and get wanted posters ready for tomorrow. Send them to Arjun for printing. I want this man found!”

Everyone nodded and scrambled up. The meeting was over, and they all had work to do. Leaving Zwingli to organise the raids, Feliks strode down the hall to one of the offices. Yao paused for a moment, then started making his way outside.

“Hey, Yao!” Arjun quickly caught up with him. “Wanna walk home together?”

“Course, might as well,” Yao gave a polite smile. He and Arjun were… well, they’d known each other a long time. Perhaps too long. He was fond of Arjun, Yao supposed, most of the time.

“And you’re busy tonight, then?”

“Yes. You heard.”

“Well, if we’re both on poster duty, we might as well visit Mr Honda together, right? I’ve yet to see the man at work myself.”

“Of course,” Yao held the front door open for him, nodding to the guards swarming the place. “The man’s exceptional; you’ll be in for a treat.”

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kyokkou · 4 years

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REPOST WITH YOUR ANSWERS!!!

Name: [ redacted ] ;)

Nickname/s: Hayato, Haya, Hayabusa, Busa, busabro. 隼人 / 隼 sometimes, too, like on my personal tungle + twitter.

Height: 5'9″

Nationality: American / アメリカ人です

Favorite Fruit: MELON (　•` ω ´•)

Favorite Season: winter. the creepy crawlies are all dead, finally,

Favorite Scents: warm vanilla sugar, and these two incense scents - 1 & 2 (bonus: Hikaru’s scent is #1, and Kiku’s is #2!) I have these from my birthday last year and have been really obsessed with them ever since smelling them in the shop they were sold in. pumpkin spice + crisp fall air, and the smell of snowfall in the middle of the night. >:)

Favorite Animals: Cats and/or Dogs, BIRDS (which aren’t even real,)

Tea, Coffee, Hot Cocoa: tea ples ;(

Average Hours of Sleep: yesterday i got about 5, tomorrow it’ll be more like 15.

When my Blog was Created: 4th quarter of 2019 if I remember correctly, but I originally started writing Kiku and Hikaru in August 2012.

Random Fact: I can dislocate my jaw (no, it doesn’t hurt, every single dentist I’ve ever had has asked that 笑)

Favorite Food: Okonomiyaki

Favorite T.V. Show: I don’t really watch TV often, but if I do, it’s usually Chicago Fire or SVU.

Favorite Movie: Empire of the Sun (don’t say anything, Kiku is smug enough as it is,)

Sexuality: asexual

Pronouns: they/them or sometimes he/him

Favorite Book Series: do chronological history books count--

Favorite Video Game/s: Kancolle (IT’S ON PC SHUSH) Yakuza (Ryu ga Gotoku), Pokemon, Need for Speed Most Wanted (2005), Animal Crossing, Harvest Moon, and I’m gonna list some mobage because yes: BanG Dream!, Pro Yakyu Spirits A, Touken Ranbu Pocket, Soen no Kantai.

Favorite Subject: History but that’s a gimme... So... high school it was German, college it was Japanese. There’s a pattern here and it’s looking suspicious... what next, saying I like ITALIAN food?!

Guys or Girls: Doesn’t matter as long as they keep it real and don’t cause drama 笑

What I Should be Doing: idk probably playing Kancolle and doing some dailies before bed. doing drafts too. making breakfast for myself. :(((( many thoughts, head full.

Favorite Fandoms: Shinyatai, BanG Dream!, Kancolle, APH, visual kei (music genre), Evangelion, Queen (band), Inception, Pokemon. Some of them have some bad apples but mostly I have great memories of all of these fandoms.

Tagged by: @the-misfit-eight

Tagging: anyone who has not done it yet.

#✺ 「偽物は消えろ消えろ。」 || ooc;#[ not munday but i was working monday so get over it >:)))) ]

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the-observant-frisbeetarian · 5 years

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Chapter 6

The Tiger and the Dragon by George deValier

Chapter saved by fluffchemy ♥

"Potatoes," said Francis, looking over Yao's shoulder at his laptop screen before flopping back onto the couch. Like every other item of furniture in Francis' apartment, it was deep red, rather expensive, and completely over the top. He lifted his hand, blew on his nails, and went back to filing them. "I think they eat a lot of potatoes."

"Potatoes…" Yao looked back at the screen. Nothing in the results of his search for 'Traditional Russian Food' was jumping out at him. He sighed and leaned back against the couch, feeling Francis' knee behind his head. "I can't just make a plate of potatoes."

"Why not? That is what Arthur served that one time he cooked for us."

"I believe there were sausages involved as well." Yao shuddered. Possibly the worst meal of his life, and he was still unsure how he was able to get so sick from mashed potatoes. "Besides, I don't think a plate of mash is a traditional Russian meal."

"Too bad Ivan isn't English, non?"

Yao laughed. He was visiting Francis in his apartment upstairs in order to get away from the noise of the thunderous argument taking place in the apartment below. And knowing the way Alfred and Arthur's fights usually ended, with more shouting and screaming and swearing - albeit of a different sort - Yao figured he was probably stuck where he was until after midnight.

Francis held his hand out for Yao to inspect. Yao just nodded absently and Francis started filing the nails on his other hand. "So are you having much luck?"

"Not really." Yao was quickly starting to regret his promise to make Ivan a traditional Russian meal. He knew he was a good cook, he was just also a perfectionist and terrified of messing it up. Messing something up in front of Ivan was the last thing he wanted to do. "I could make Borscht, maybe?"

"Hmm, soup, could be messy," said Francis, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Remember to make something you'll look good eating."

"I didn't even think of that," said Yao, staring blankly up at the wall. "Great, now I have something else to worry about."

"Don't worry cheri, if all else fails, serve bananas for dessert. Works every time."

Yao reached behind him and thumped Francis on the knee. "Could you not give me some actual help here?"

"All right, fine… what about that Buz… Buzhenina thing?" asked Francis, pointing at the laptop screen.

"Takes too long." Yao didn't know how Ivan would feel about him spending two days at his house preparing the meal. Yao didn't know how he would feel about it himself. Either way… impractical.

"Well how about Beef Stroganoff… that's Russian, isn't it?"

"Too simple." Yao wanted it to look like he'd at least made an effort to research something a little less well known.

"There you go, I try and help and you disregard my helpful suggestions. Sorry, now you're on your own." Francis focused intently on his nails.

"Well what do you think of…"

"Uh uh," Francis held up his index finger in a 'shush' motion. "You may no longer ask me for my assistance since you are so quick to dismiss it."

Yao shrugged. Francis could not go more than two minutes without talking so Yao was not worried. At least he could speak with Francis about Ivan. Unlike Alfred, he didn't go on about how only spies wore trench coats, or how Ivan must have serious underground connections to be able to close off an entire zoo. True he went on about the rumoured virtues of Russian men and kept telling Yao to look at the size of Ivan's ring finger, but somehow that was preferable.

It had only been a few days since the afternoon at the tiger enclosure, but Yao was already missing Ivan. Some rational part of his mind told him it was a little silly to be so infatuated with someone he had met twice and who it was quite obviously not a good idea to get involved with. But the rest of him won easily over that rational part. And all he could think of was Ivan's strong hand in his as they gazed down at Siberian tigers, Ivan's proud grin when he unveiled a picnic basket of peanut butter sandwiches, Ivan's violet eyes staring into his, Ivan kissing him, holding him, pulling him closer… in fact for two days straight Yao had thought of little else.

Yao had last heard from Ivan when he had phoned that morning, waking Yao at six a.m. on his day off. Yao had answered the phone, annoyed and half asleep, without looking at the number on the screen.

"What the hell do you want?" he shouted.

The reply came as cheerful as ever. "To ask you to come to my house for dinner tomorrow!"

Yao shot up in bed. "Ivan!"

"Yao!"

"I, um, oh… tomorrow?"

"Yes! I will see you then… please to remember, you are cooking me traditional Russian meal, da? I look forward to it! See you tomorrow Dragon!" And he hung up.

So now Yao was desperately searching for a Russian recipe and he had less than 24 hours to find it. Of course he had no idea how he was supposed to get to Ivan's house seeing as he had no idea where it was. But Yao wasn't so much nervous as he was almost painfully curious. He tried to ignore the knot in his stomach and continued clicking through the search results on his laptop.

Yao came across a promising looking page and nudged Francis with his elbow. "Hey, look at this…" he was interrupted by a deafening thumping coming up the stairs. He looked up quizzically at Francis, who swung himself into a sitting position with a guilty expression.

"Oh, Yao," he said, "I forgot… Gilbert and Antonio are coming over."

Yao closed his eyes briefly. Great. The other two stooges. While Antonio wasn't too bad, Yao had never quite gotten along with Gilbert. They'd known each other even before Yao met Francis… Gilbert's brother Ludwig was one of Kiku's best friends. And as far back as Yao could remember Gilbert had always been an arrogant jerk whose wilful ignorance rivalled even Alfred's. The thumping reached the door and Yao shrunk down as far as he could against the couch.

"I think your neighbours are killing each other," said Gilbert cheerfully as he barrelled through the door before Francis could reach it.

Yao stared fixedly at his computer screen.

"Gilbert only brought beer. Grab me a bottle of red, will you?" Yao recognised Antonio's Spanish accent.

"Bonjour to you too. Help yourself, there is plenty in the kitchen."

"Wine, ugh. Do you have any of those awesome chocolate chip cookies you make?"

"On the bench."

"Francisco, this plonk is only one year old!"

"Mon Dieu, if you want better, bring it yourself!"

"Ooooh, touchy about your cheap wine, eh? Everyone knows you have an expensive stash hidden in your room, run and get me one."

"How about screw you, or beso mi culo if you prefer?"

"No thanks, I don't know where it's been."

"Mmm, these cookies are awesome with beer! What's on the… hey, Chinese kid!" Yao groaned. He'd been spotted.

"You know, amazingly, that isn't actually my name," said Yao as Gilbert jumped the back of the couch and landed in the cushions behind him.

"Hi Yao," Antonio smiled cheerfully. Yao waved half heartedly.

"What's all this?" Gilbert leaned over Yao, taking the mouse from his hand and scrolling through the website open on the screen. He trailed crumbs over the keyboard. "Russian food. Whatcha looking at that for?" Yao leaned away from Gilbert.

"Yao's dating a Russian," explained Francis.

"Ooh a Russian, is she hot?"

Yao paused. Well, in fact, he was incredibly hot… "Well… uh…"

"Ah yes, Feliciano mentioned you had a boyfriend," said Antonio.

"I don't have a boyfriend!" said Yao firmly. "Can that boy keep his mouth shut for three minutes?"

"Geez, Francis," said Gilbert, "am I the only straight friend you have?" At this, both Francis and Antonio burst into laughter. Gilbert shot them a frosty glare. "What?"

"Straight. Hehe. Yeah," said Antonio as Francis giggled uncontrollably beside him.

"That's what I said," said Gilbert through gritted teeth.

"Cough, Roderich, cough," Antonio said into his hand. Francis gripped Antonio's shoulder, laughing hysterically.

Gilbert spun around on his knees, narrowly avoiding kicking Yao in the head, and faced the others over the back of the couch. "As I have told you thirty-five times, I was drunk, it was dark, and I thought he was Elizaveta!"

Francis fell on the floor and howled. Even Yao couldn't help snickering a little, even as he gathered up his laptop and climbed to his feet. He coughed and tried to clear the smirk from his face.

"As much as I'd love to hang around," said Yao, his voice dripping sarcasm, "I really must be heading off."

"I thought you were going to stay?" said Francis, looking up from the floor where he sat clutching his stomach.

"Well, I was… to get away from the noise. And here we are." Yao headed for the door.

"Hopefully you get laid by that Russian soon. You totally need it," said Gilbert. Yao glared at him and, ignoring Francis' pleas for him to stay, walked out the door and slammed it behind him.

Yao walked down the stairs and groaned in frustration at the noise coming from the bottom floor. At least Arthur and Alfred had stopped fighting. Unfortunately they were making up. Yao went into his apartment and rummaged around for his ipod. Just as he found it in his top drawer, a loud beat starting thumping through his ceiling. Yao stopped himself kicking the wall, plugged in his earphones, and turned the volume up to full. Knowing there was no way he would be sleeping for a while, he fell onto his bed and opened his laptop. For the next hour he looked through the cooking sites he had saved earlier and made notes. Once he was done, he clicked aimlessly through his bookmarks and finally, deciding to check his email before attempting to get to sleep, he found one with the subject line "Hello Dragon!" Yao's heart skipped a beat. He clicked on it and cursed the seconds it took to open. When it did, there was only one line.

My car will pick you up tomorrow at 5pm. Xxx Ivan

Yao read it thirty times. He finally clicked reply, completely unsure what to answer. After about five drafts, including "I am quite capable of making my own way there, thank you" and "How the hell did you get my email address?" Yao finally typed in "Okay." He clicked send, closed his laptop, and pulled his earphones out of his ears. It had finally quieted just enough for him to try to sleep. Sleep was, however, a long time coming.

Next Chapter

Disclaimer: This story belongs to George deValier. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. I own nothing.

THANK YOU FLUFFCHEMY FOR SAVING THIS CHAPTER!

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kikuriki · 2 years

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He connection on my issues til I disconnect

#nintendo internet #i am specifically talking about this game please thank u for ur understanding #splatoon 3 #kisses to splat3 but by fucking GOD #shush kiku

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anotherehetalia1p2pblog · 6 years

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What would happen if the 2p Axis found their 1ps bruised and beaten and just trembling and sobbing, curled up in a little ball and vice versa?

2p Italy: Oh, someone scared you again? what was it, a cat licked your face?….wait, no, this is different. What happened!?! At first Luciano would dismiss this as Feli being a crybaby, but once he gets closer and sees the injuries, then he knows this is real. Luci will take Feli back to his house, patch him up and make sure he drinks some water, and then do some investigating to find out who did this

2p Germany: W-what? Luddy? Ludwig?….how? Lutz has no idea what to do. Ludwig was always the strong one. He was someone who would never break. yet here he is, broken. How did that happen?

2p Japan: Oi, oi! Kiku, what happened? Kuro is pissed. He gets along great with his 1p, they are firends. So to see is friend in pain and suffering will make Kuro want to hurt whoever did this to him.

2p Romano: Shush shush it’s alright lovi, It’s ok. I’m here, I got you. Don’t worry, whoever hurt you will be punished, I promise. Flavio sees his 1p as a brother. Someone hurt his brother. Someone is going to die. Flavio rarely shows his serious mafia side, but he can be the most ruthless and scary person even when he wants to.

2p Prussia: Gilbert! Oh Gilbert! Wh-wh-what happened? Ohhhhh dear. Come on, let me back you home. We’’l clean you up and, and then, and then we can talk. Come on, I got you. Gilen would be on the verge of a panic attack hence the stuttering and repetition. Gilbert was always the strong one, so to see him like this is shattering. Still, Gilen will keep himself together to help Gilbert.

2p Austria: What? Who would do such a thing! Don’t worry princess, I’m here. The King will fix all of this. Mark my words, whoever did this will face my wrath. Roland doesn’t have the best relationship with his 1p (he finds him annoying and prissy) but still he would be mad. An attack on his 1p is like an attack on him.

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oneletterwrites · 6 years

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Romerica please 😇

Fresh Air

Lovino is a hundred percent sure he should have stayed home. This.. camping thing his brother dragged him to is driving him insane in every way. He hates the outdoors, he hates being outside, he hates sleeping on the ground, and he hates everyone who got invited to this stupid event.

It’s bad enough he has to spend prolonged periods of time with his brother, which isn’t usually bad, but this is with a lot of the people Feli calls friends, who Lovino surely doesn’t. Kiku is fine, quiet by himself and sadly mischievous with others. Ludwig could be worse, but he brought his older brother with, and his older brother brought his boyfriend, who brought his brother, who hasn’t fucking stopped staring at Lovino for more than five minutes.

Lovino glances up from staring at the fire in the middle of all of them, catching Alfred staring at him again. The other plays it off and doesn’t acknowledge him for a minute or two, talking to his twin about something that they hadn’t been talking about because Alfred had been staring. Lovino rolls his eyes, making at least one snide comment about Ludwig carrying Feli to his tent because Feli has a miraculous ability to fall asleep anywhere.

Kuki retires soon too , hugging his camera tight to his chest as if it is his partner for this event. Lovino finally decides it’s time to talk to someone else. He stands from his log, stretches a little from the uncomfortable position, and walks around the fire to drop right next to Alfred. Alfred beams at him.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” Lovino asks. Alfred’s beam drops to panic having been called out. Matthew and Gilbert on the other side both cover their mouths to keep their snickers as quiet as possible. Alfred shoves both of them anyway.

“Well I mean,” Alfred scoffs and doesn’t finish his sentence. Lovino narrows his eyes.

“Do you have a reason or are you just being creepy?” Alfred squeaks at the accusation. He fumbles with his hands, not just yet hiding himself in them.

“I do! Have a reason I mean you are. Just. Pretty. Fuck.” Alfred collapses on himself, covering his head with his arms. Matthew is laughing now, hiding in Gilbert’s chest while he tries so hard to not lose it himself. Alfred lifts his head to mutter out a ‘shut up’ but he goes ignored. He turns his head back to Lovino, who has yet to pull his jaw up. He didn’t expect that.

He jerks to a standing position, hoping the darkness covers the red of his face. It’s not often people get past his fierce demeanor, or get bold enough to tell him he’s ‘pretty’ to his face. He nearly trips as he stalks back to his tent, zipping himself inside and covering his head with his sleeping bag to block out the sound of Matthew whispering to his twin and Gilbert being less courteous so.

Lovino silently whines to himself, he knew he should have stayed home.

–

“Morning Lovi~” Feli greets him as Lovino finally emerges from the tent. He stands and yawns with a stretch.

“Fuck off,” He says once he’s able to. Still he plops down to an old towel to sit near Feli, resting his head on Feli’s leg because he’s fucking tired. With rocks digging into his back and trying not to listen to the conversations outside, he slept awful.

“Morning y’all,” Alfred’s voice washes over him, far too close. Lovino cracks an eye open to spy Alfred sitting by him, a bright smile on his face if not a little scared. Lovino rolls his eyes and goes back to resting on his brother.

“Perhaps we can try fishing this morning,” Kiku suggests. There’s a few agreements and then Ludwig stands, announcing he has equipment for them to share. There’s some yells and then Feli stands. Lovino whines at him for moving without warning. Feli just giggles and nudges him with his leg, making Lovino flop to the side and into someone new. Lovino grumbles but makes himself comfy on them, they are really warm.

“You coming Alfred?” Matthew asks but it sounds a little too cheeky. Lovino offers him a one-eyed glare too, letting Alfred’s giggle shake him.

“I’ll stay here for a bit, might catch up to you later,” Alfred says. The group laughs and waves them off. Lovino huffs and angrily shifts himself to get comfy on Alfred again.

“You okay there?” Alfred asks him gently. Lovino grunts in response. Alfred laughs again and shifts himself a little too, putting an arm behind Lovino to balance him better. There’s rustling of branches and a few birds call out. If they listen carefully they can here the others, or more specifically Gilbert who is always too damn loud.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, I didn’t mean to freak you out,” Alfred says after a moment of quiet. Lovino doesn’t answer that, not with words anyway. He nods his head against Alfred’s shoulder though. Alfred smiles.

“I do think you’re pretty and I’m sorry for staring at you and I didn’t mean to-mph!” Lovino smacks a hand up to cover Alfred’s mouth. Then he pinches his cheeks together.

“Shush,” He groans in annoyance. Alfred hums happily and snuggles into him more. Ten minutes later and a three minute nap Lovino sits up, eyes wide and dazed.

“You okay?” Alfred asks. Lovino blinks hard and rubs at his face. He glances back at Alfred dumbly.

“No?” He says back. Alfred laughs a little but his bright smile is.. nice to see. Lovino sighs and stands, then reaches down to help Alfred up. Lovino will swear up and down and back and forth that the look Alfred gives him doesn’t make his heart beat happily.

“Lets go find the others?” Alfred suggests. Lovino whines but squeezes Alfred’s hand, letting him lead them down towards the river. There’s a collective cheer when they’re spotted joining the group. One fish is already in their bucket. Half an hour later when Alfred magically catches a fish, Lovino smiles at him, and when Alfred is so stunned by the look he missteps and falls into the river, losing his fish, Lovino bursts into laughter.

Alfred gets revenge by throwing him into the river too.

#aph south italy #aph america #romerica #aph romano #drabble #anonymous #i uh #fucking love this?

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