#HWS Spain

[coffeeandbreadrolls]

spuk that i said i wasn't going to colour

[fafayayarhen]

November Log: Per Dominum Nostrum

𝐈𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐝, 𝑶𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑾𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆

closeups !!

lies the hell down

look mama it's the disaster power couple of all times

[hetastupidmemes]

[mangofresca]

halcyon | 18+

Romano feels like he’s dancing in his sleep, that shifting, swaying motion like waves across the beach and toes dragging through sand, like water and rhythm pulling his chest high, his shoulders low, stretching out his hips, his knees, his ankles. The soft cotton of his pillowcase scratches and tickles at his cheekbone when he turns his head into it, wisping itself against his clavicle, and he sighs against it, lets it swallow his breath the same way it swallows the heat of his body, an echo of warmed contentment and easy dreaming.

The mattress beneath him dips, and he almost pushes away the palm that slides across his stomach, his sternum, but it’s warm, too, and Romano always liked being warm, and he liked being warm beneath this hand even more. He leans into it, instead, keeps his eyes closed, and he makes a small noise that’s half deliberate and half desultory—because he does mean to acknowledge Spain, but he doesn’t mean to acknowledge him like a cat waking from a nap in lazy, dozy sunbeams, purring.

But that’s fine. That’s fine. He knows Romano sometimes sounds like that when he’s waking, and even not, just sometimes when he’s beneath the pads of Spain’s fingers, and Romano feels fine when the mattress dips again and Spain hovers over him, knees sweetly nudging his apart.

Romano keeps his eyes closed when lips skim his jaw, keeps himself ensconced in the soft sunlight that shines itself across his eyelids. It’s good like this, he thinks. It’s nice. He can hear himself breathe with an awareness he never really has when he’s around Spain, always too preoccupied with other things, irrelevant things—what he’s doing, what he’s not, what he could be doing to Spain, instead. He likes being conscious of it, of his body and his reactions, and he sighs again when that palm moves to his side, his rib cage and lower, fingers skimming over his thigh as they drag heated sheets down, away.

There’s a laugh twinkling in his ear, something bright and charmed, and his skin pricks with cognizance when he feels the breath of it, lips curving into a smile against his cheek. “Awake yet?”

Spain speaks his vowels in a whisper, his consonants always catching on the tip of his tongue, and Romano’s shoulder shifts back in a shiver, presses into the bed when soft breeze meets skin, humid and carrying the smell of midmorning sunrise.

He makes a noise again, some groaned mhm that rumbles itself up his chest and out his throat, that gets lost somewhere around his lips when the heat of Spain’s laughter leaves his cheek and instead drifts across his nipple—and the gasp that leaves him is a surprised one.

He feels stupid like this, naïve, foolish, as if he isn’t war- and weather-worn, born and raised in the echoing, thundered footsteps of the Roman Empire, older than the New World and older still, as if his own sand dunes aren’t his brothers, the rolling fields his sisters. But this is his life now: homes across his country and Spain’s, furnished with soft beds and yellow kitchens and flowing curtains that always let the light in, because neither of them ever really do well when away from the sun, too used to its bite to go without for longer than a day, two. He wakes, now, to sheets that settle across the curves of his body, to someone in his bed, wiggling his legs until they settle around tanned hips, to sea-chapped lips that hum the song of his name until he is something melodious, made of more than sinew and sand, of memory.

Spain whispers his name, a question carried softly through balmy air and that sounds so fucking in love Romano almost opens his eyes, almost gives into the needling whine of it—

But Spain always did his best work when given a task, and Romano knows Spain has no qualms about being set to work on Romano, no end to the things he would let Spain do to him, and though his mouth goes dry as Spain nips at his throat and presses a finger against him, he can only find the energy to laugh, just dry air, enough to breathe Spain in, too.

When Spain dips down and kisses him, Romano kicks the sheets up and over Spain’s back. They are still warm, and so is he.

[bunny-bun-draws]

🩸 Hetalia Gore Week 🩸

DAY 7 ー amputation

I will be honest,,,, I had a crazy lack of inspiration for today,,, don't think it is my best to finish this challenge BUT IT IS FINISHEEEED. Apart, have some lore of 2ps and my designs for England and Spain-

Damn, I had a lot of fun! It's been a while I took on one, and I really hope I can keep on taking more of them- I want to draw moreeee. Thanks for everyone that followed it, and to @hariible for organizing all of this! Hoping to participate on it next year~

Hope you all enjoy it!

@gurotalia-week

[jackce]

I don't know what I'm doing with Antonio but it was fun HAHJAHJAS 💙

Characters from Hetalia

Original idea & audio by Cameron.Geller 's tiktok (If you liked my video please like the original too!)

Art & Animation by me, Jackce! Please support my patreon if you like my work 🧡

[royaltea000]

he survives off echolocation alone

[renonv]

Eye for an eye

My part of an art trade with @portuguts 🍅

Clean version

[romatito]

to think this spawned from my brain when i thought "man i sure like a lot of ships with spain huh"

the problem with being (technically) immortal is that you end up knowing ur fellow immortal beings for centuries upon centuries -- its not unheard of to be infatuated with them at some point . lmao

anyway feli was never heard from again after this

[hetalianhistorian]

New Halloween illustrations have been posted for an upcoming AMOCAFE collaboration!

Source link: https://twitter.com/amocafe_ikeb01/status/1839590811555512435

The collaboration will begin on October 10th and will run until November 11th. More details to come!!

[rapturebin]

poker nite

[jaynuu]

the lengths I'll go for a shit post

(alt. versions below)

last one is FACE fam, pls don't tag as us/uk or eng/can 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

[kamizuya]

Hetalia men vs women… 😅

Inspo: https://imgur.com/gallery/is-not-fact-that-hes-afraid-of-needles-its-fact-that-homies-are-there-him-his-time-of-need-BiYPibY

[olympeline]

Oh hey! So they do get harassed by historians! It’s officially canon

Poor France, he looks so hassled. I hope nation-people have some ability to avoid ordinary humans when they want to in the Hetalia universe. Otherwise their lives would be pretty unbearable in our modern world of paparazzi, internet, and smartphones

[kan-be]

I LOVE THE WAY YOU DRAW ! So i must ask you if you could draw Antonio ( spain )

( if it's sexy better )

thank you anon!! 💖 I hope this counts 🤲

[imsofrancey]

i apologise however sometimes i miss them terribly