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It is said that the districts have two faces, and 31 is no exception. Residents of the Night toil for Day’s delight—their world the side of lust and violence wrapped in the glow of neon-tinted canals.

It feels hopeless, sometimes, for João, who would need the entire district’s hands to count the clients he’s slept with. But just as plants can rise through the smallest cracks in concrete, so too can some good come to those of the Night.

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Day 7 of @hetaberia-week: free day

Also the response to @needcake's delicious ask for gangster ned and his custard tart. ;)

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: England/Portugal (Hetalia) Characters: England (Hetalia), Portugal (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Dinner Date, Fluff and Smut, Human AU Summary:

The night was warm, so they decided on a bottle of Reserve White Port to start off.

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Antonio stumbled inside, having finally made it all the way home after a long day together with his best friends. He loved it when he, Francis and Gilbert managed to spend time with one another. Still, the Spaniard was happy to be home again.

His plan was to get changed into something comfortable and clean, none of their clothes ever seemed to stay clean when they did anything together. Which really had to be killing Gilbert even if he would play it cool and never admit to it, Germany had to get it from someone.

He also desired a nice glass of wine, which he wanted to drink sitting in his back garden looking at the stunning view. So he got changed, grabbed a bottle and a glass and was about to walk into his garden when he noticed the door wasn’t closed. Tony was sure that he had closed and even locked that door.

He set the bottle and glass aside and cautiously walked outside, but not careful enough because as soon as he was fully out of his house a voice called out his name.

It was a voice he knew all too well and then he saw someone sitting in one of his garden chairs. On the table was another bottle of wine and two filled glasses.

There was his brother, the one he was never sure he got along with or not, waiting for him to get home and spend the evening looking at the view.

Day 2 prompt Wine for @hetaberia-week

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When João proclaims to have another great plan, Antonio takes it with the largest fistful of salt. These so-called good ideas are oftentimes perilous, and given they've got nothing but each other and a handful of coins it feels unwise to take another risk.

He’ll agree to it, however. He always does. No matter what happens he believes in João, and clings to the promise that somehow, someday, they’ll find a place to call home.

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Day 6 of @hetaberia-week: historical

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Abel offered to pick him up. Old habits.

Antonio told him that he would pick him up that evening, but not at the airport. Older habits.

So, Abel would wait. He would wait as he always waited, in the end, and give Antonio what he wanted. That was perhaps the oldest habit they shared.

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Written for @hetaberia-week Day 7: Warmth / Eternity!

Campos del Edén (Eden's fields).

Después de la muerte, no hay nada que recordar. . After death, there's nothing to remember.

Leer en: Ao3 / ff.net.

Or every time a nation dies temporarily —according to my headcanon—, they dream. Spain visits certain places and people before coming back to life, with no memory at all.

This was supposed to be the only one with a dreamlike atmosphere.

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“It’s been a few days since we saw you here last,” someone greeted him.

It shamefully wasn’t the bartender, who was caught up further down the line, but instead, a new neighbour. A neighbour who preferred to stand. A neighbour wearing a very nice suit and an expensive wristwatch.

Arthur straightened himself up as he sat in the man’s shadow. Then he glanced at his neighbour, and said, “Miss me?”

“Hardly,” replied Abel with a light scoff.

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Written for @hetaberia-week Day 6: Fantasy / Historical!

Acero en la piedra (Steel in stone).

Antonio no quiere ser parte de una leyenda, pero no hay otra opción. . Antonio doesn't want to take part in a legend, but there's no other way.

Leer en: Ao3 / ff.net.

I swear this is suppose to have a plot, even if it's confusing.

Anyways, here it is.

My first historical prompt that doesn't involve real history.

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Day 6 of Hetaberia Week: Historical

Antonio seeks comfort in the arms of his neighbour (no, not that neighbour, the other one) who is all too happy to hit the final nail in the coffin that is Antonio and João’s marriage. After everything is said and done, Antonio contemplates his last moments with his husband before he departs for Brazil. “I’ve spent months sick with longing,” João exhaled, anger tight in his throat “but now that I’m here I can’t stand it." In short, the beginning of the end of the Iberian Union. @hetaberia-week

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A werewolf walks into a bar and orders a cup of coffee.

It sounds like the beginning of a joke, but for João it marks the start of something better.

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Day 5 of @hetaberia-week: coffee

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When those doors opened, João only saw the figure standing within the stone archway, eyes cast to a sky that was pouring down across the land. Puddles were growing. Plip-plops had returned, but louder, fiercer.

João stepped outside. It was cold. It was… tense.

The figure turned.

Antonio looked almost exactly how João remembered him on that final day.

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Written for @hetaberia-week Day 5: Coffee / Family!

Notas frutales (Fruity hints).

A España le gustaría que días así fuesen más frecuentes. . Spain would like more days like these.

Leer en: Ao3 / ff.net.

Fluffy and domestic between Spain and Portugal.

Like it should be.

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just a reminder ! ‧˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞

we'll still reblog any work you make for the hetaberia event up to 2 weeks after the main event is over! so even though we officially have 3 days left, you can still take part in the event if right now is not an ideal time!

we've also enjoyed the works that have been submitted so far, so thank you to those who have taken part this week! we're just over halfway there! 🐚

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