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I love the difference between how Germany and France act with the EU. Like yeah Germany is kinda scary, but he's just trying to make sure everything is orderly and efficient.

And then there's France.

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some other versions under the cut

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"Of course I want to kiss you." prompt, any pairing.

The coffee pot bubbled as it finished. Austria hummed to himself as he got up and walked to the stove. His legs were slightly sore, since they were still healing even with how much he had been skiing.

He glanced out the kitchen window as he poured one cup of coffee. There was light snow falling, pleasantly serene.

Austria raised his voice, “Basch, do you want a cup?” He had made enough for two, since he had been planning to offer. Switzerland looked up from his book and said, “No, at this hour it will keep me awake.”

Austria chuckled, since he had anticipated that response, “It’s decaffeinated. I promise.” He saw the quizzical way that Switzerland raised his eyebrow before he said, “But you don’t usually drink decaffeinated coffee.”

Austria smiled to himself, pleased with his own scheming, “I don’t usually. But I knew you would want it. So, do you want a cup?”

He already knew the answer before Switzerland nodded. He poured another cup, dropped a few sugar cubes into it, and then picked up both.

After depositing the cups in front of Switzerland, he sat on the couch next to him. He let out a little groan as he settled into the pillows. Using the hand that wasn’t holding the coffee, Austria massaged the muscle in his thigh that was aching.

Every time he had one of those twinges and it failed to immediately resolve, he worried that the paralysis might come back. The doctors didn’t understand his body, and none of them could tell him if he could regain mobility permanently.

Switzerland was sipping the coffee as he watched, and there was a slight furrow forming between his eyebrows. He lowered the cup and said, “You have been pushing yourself too hard. You should rest if your legs hurt, since you are still healing.”

Austria sighed in relief as the pain went away, “That’s not the problem. I was resting in Vienna, and it took so long to move my toes. I need the mountain air and the hiking and the skiing to heal.”

He took a drink of the coffee to stop himself from saying anything more. He felt an uncomfortable swell of emotions in his chest as he thought back to those early days after the war, to all the things he had tried. The days in bed, the braces, all the medications for the pain when the feeling started to return.

It had felt like a miracle when the Alps restored the movement faster than anything else. He felt that if he stopped and rested, all of the difficulties would return.

Switzerland reached over and laid a hand on his leg, surprisingly gentle, “I do not mean to dictate to you. I doubt I could even if I wanted to. But when your brother told me that you were here, he said I should take care of you. I take that seriously.”

Austria met his gaze and was surprised by how tender it was. He hadn’t seen that in such a long time. That look reminded him of when he was young and Switzerland would pull him out of fights and bandage his wounds. He’d missed that over the years as the enmity that had taken root between them.

Austria leaned closer so that he could see that look even more clearly. He had missed that look so much, and he hadn’t even realized it.

Switzerland was still talking, sounding like he was fretting, “I think it would help if you took a day off or two.”

Austria had long stopped listening to what he was saying and was busy staring at his lips. He reached out and placed his hand on Switzerland’s cheek, which finally made him stop talking.

He looked confused as he registered the touch. Austria discretely put his coffee aside so that he would not spill it if the affection he was feeling turned into action. He said, “It’s sweet that you worry so much about me.”

He was giving the other a look that usually worked wonders on men.  He was shocked when Switzerland said, “What are you doing?”

His gaze momentarily flicked to Austria’s lips and then back to his eyes. Austria decided to be slightly coy, “What do you think?” Switzerland responded, still sounding mildly confused, “You look like you want to kiss me.”

Austria leaned across the space between them as he said, “Do you know that you were the first man I ever loved? Of course I want to kiss you.”

Without waiting for another answer, he kissed Switzerland on the lips. He did it lightly, but he wanted to invite the other man to initiate more. But, to his disappointment, Switzerland leaned back, and said, “Oh, Roderich.”

The tone of his voice made Austria nervous. He sounded like he was about to deliver bad news. Switzerland took a deep breath before saying, “I’ve always known that. I find you particular and judgmental. And you have the most expensive taste of anyone I’ve ever met. And I have never understood your obsession with art.”

Austria recoiled, “I don’t think I like this conversation anymore.”

Switzerland put his hand to Austria’s face, “You are the only person on the face of the Earth that I would put up with all of that for, because I care about you so much. I loved you even when you were busy trying to be the most powerful empire in Europe. But I know one thing.”

He affectionately stroked Austria’s cheek, like he was trying to assure him. He continued, “I have seen your marriages, and I know that I am not going to make you happy. I’d happily live with you cuddled up here in the Alps forever, but you’ll want more than I can give you. You want someone in your bedroom, and it is not going to be me.”

Austria couldn’t help but feel deeply disappointed. He pulled away and said, tersely, “My whole life, you’re the only person who has ever been able to say no to me.”

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the nation: the breakfast:

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my baby’s got a gun

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The Edelweiss edit won the poll, so it’s getting posted first!!! (I’ll work on posting the Gangsta China edit soon!)

EDELWEISS MY BELOVED MY MOST AGONIZING SILLIES UGHHHHHHHYBYJHDUHDUYIBUCJHDCBDFKJHNF🇨🇭🇦🇹

(Germany, Italy, and Japan get to make an appearance because they’re some of my other fav Switzerland ships and I couldn’t figure out who else to put there XP)

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my baby’s got a gun

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Important Alfred moments

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Yeah

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APH Prussia probably has the entire freaking Bible memorized cover to cover. He was a Teutonic Knight, after all. Someone could just be like “What’s 2 Peter 3:15” and he is immediately like “And regard to the patience of our Lord to be salvation; just as also our beloved brother Paul, according to the wisdom given him, wrote to you–”

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did i pay $30 for eric vale to shit on trump in his america voice? maybe. you're welcome.

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original

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I got carried away by documentaries about England and France, and the story about the Field of Cloth of Gold is for now my favorite, I will definitely illustrate more moments from there

Brief context: In 1520, the heads of both countries met on neutral territory to conclude a peace treaty. spoiler: nothing came of it, but they had a great party and boasted to each other a lot

my art shows the moment when the English king built a temporary castle

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italy’s pov after he has to sell his organs to the big 5

10 points to anyone who knows what i redrew

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I just remembered a weird ass dream I had where Everytime HWS France was upset or something he would pull out his phone and say "I need to call Dr. Picoletti!" who was his therapist. Like he'd leave a world meeting and be like "Fuck this! I need Dr. Picoletti!"

Also for some reason there were three Italies. North Italy, South Italy, and some other Italy with blond hair that just stood next to them all the time like making the :D face.

Anyway France calling his therapist is my new headcanon now lol.

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Allow me to yap some more about this

Romano is the one that looks like Rome the most. Veneziano it's a close second, but Romano it's really Rome copy-paste when he was younger.

Do you think that the Romance countries look at his face and see Rome's ghost? What are their thoughts when they see themselves in the mirror? Do they seek for the little traces of Rome on their face? Do they compare themselves to Romano and Veneziano? Is it disappointment or relief what they feel when they realize how different they look compared to Rome? And when they do see some resemblance with Romano, do they feel guilt towards their other ancestors?

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Commission for literal_katastrophe on ig! this took me more time than normal TTTTTT commissions are open and there's a 30% off until today feel free to dm!