#HetaliaExtravaganza2k19

[sassypantsjaxon]

Soulmate au where the only color you see is the color of your soulmate’s eyes. Drabbles featuring my top three OTPs.

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Green. It was Francis’ favorite color. There wasn’t really a choice when that was the only color he could see. It was the color of the grass, and summer leaves, and the slime coating the old broken fountain in the park, and his best friend’s eyes. 

Blue. Arthur hated it. Every time he saw it, it would just remind him of his forbidden lover, secret confidant, worse enemy, best friend, and the only person he had ever loved.

Violet. Alfred was almost afraid of who’s color it could possibly be. He had only ever seen it on his brother. Well, there was one other person. He had to find them.

Blue. Ivan hated how many people were blue. He only cared about one of them, but he didn’t know who it was. He knew who he wanted it to be. He just had to keep looking.

Red. Matthew almost didn’t believe he could have one. Almost. Until he met him. There had never been any question that he was the one. He was finally there, and everything could ever want.

Violet. Gilbert had hoped for them every time he met someone with that color. It was almost too good to be true when he finally found him. Almost? No, it was better than anything he had imagined.

[kagamimocchi]

1st day - [Cardverse]

“Removes this vile creature from my sight!”

“Y-yes, Your Majesty!”

Ever since His Majesty’s departure to the Deep Forest, the Queen became a new person altogether.  No one dares to deny the Queen, not with his new tempestuous temper.

Hetalia Extravaganza 2k19 ; @weekofhetalia

Last year, I altered Queen of Diamond’s attire completely. I want to do the same again this year but with different Queen (ofc I choose my favourite Queen, the Queen of Hearts ❤).

Please enjoy the new Queen! :3 

(the transparent version is below!)

[ifindus]

Second day: Platonic! In contrast to Norway and northern Sweden, Denmark is completely flat…

[leftbehindwords]

Hetalia Week, Day 2: Platonic

Wales has always found the winters up north colder than the winters back home. This year, however, he'd say that the weather is more than just colder - it's positively freezing. He's never wanted to go here during winter if he could help it. But Scotland had asked him and Northern Ireland, inasmuch as he ever asks anyone to do anything, to come to his place without giving an explanation as to why. And no matter how much Wales disliked the idea, it had been better to just agree and let it be.

When he shivers under his coat, standing outside a quaint little cafe that he and Northern Ireland had agreed to meet at, he can almost hear Scotland saying "Soft southerners, the lot of you," in that very same dismissive tone he's always used. It makes Wales smile just a little, because despite his brother's steadfast refusal to acknowledge it, Wales still remembers how Scotland had always been so watchful of him and England during their younger years, taking care to make sure they were warm enough every winter. 

Of course, it was never without loud complaints and being insulted about their susceptibility to the cold. Scotland has always hated showing vulnerability - much like England in that aspect, despite their vehement insistence that the two of them are nothing alike - and it wouldn't have done for him to show any signs of true worry at the thought of his younger brothers catching ill. But Scotland's actions have always spoken louder than his words, even until now, and Wales has always known this, that despite what words his brother may speak, they will never be of any consequence if his actions say otherwise. 

The reminder of their childhood brings bittersweet feelings. On one hand, Wales misses the days when they could simply spend their days together - no obligations to a king, no serious responsibilities to take care of. But on the other hand, it brings to his mind certain matters he'd rather not have to think about.

Back in those miserable years following their mother's death, Scotland had grown colder to them. He was harsher. Less tolerant of whatever it was he disliked. He acted all alone, like he cared none of what was to become of his younger brothers. He acted like it, and the two of them - England and Wales, they had believed it. 

Hindsight has made things clearer to Wales, however, and he now knows the truth of what happened back then. Scotland had tried his hardest to push the both of them away, not wanting to face the pain of another loss anytime soon. But he hadn't been able to fully stomach the thought of actually leaving his little brothers behind, and as such, the three of them were stuck in constantly oscillating levels of tension and hurt.

England, however, Wales thinks morosely, seems as though he hasn't exactly caught on to this. Over the past centuries, England and Scotland have always been at each other's throats, whatever be it while in a personal or professional setting. Of the countless offences the two have always used as justification for their petty quarrels, there's one 'offence' that has stuck in Wales' mind ever since he first heard it.

"- act like it matters to you what I -- Do you take me for a fool -- I haven't forgotten how -"

"Cymru?"

Wales startles from his thoughts, and when he looks up, Northern Ireland is staring at him in slight confusion. Wales blinks in surprise. He hadn't realised that it was already time for their meet up, too caught up in his mind as he was, so he hastily checks the time on his watch - 09:32 - and asks sheepishly, "Have you been here for long? I was just about to go in."

"No," Northern Ireland says, "I've just arrived, actually."

He pauses.

"You seemed pretty out if it when I was calling your name, though," Northern Ireland adds slowly, giving Wales a queer look. "Everything all right?"

Wales smiles faintly, "Everything's fine, North. Don't worry about me. In any case, would you like to go in to have a drink before we head to Scotland's?"

Northern Ireland acquiesces, and the two of them enter the cafe. It's warm inside, a sweet reprieve from the unforgiving cold of winter. But Wales remembers -

"I haven't forgotten how you damn near abandoned us after mother's death, and I never will."

 - and despite the warmth, he feels cold. There are matters that Wales would rather not have to think about again, but this one - this one is something that needs to be resolved soon.

@weekofhetalia

[pandorica0011]

An Unfortunate Misunderstanding

Word Count: 415

“L'œuf." 

"Loaf." 

”Non, l'œuf.“ 

"I don’t see why I have to learn this stupid language anyway.” England grumbled. 

“Because I beat you fair and square. You’re my subordinate now. Feel free to call me big brother from now on." 

"Ew, gross!” England pretending to gag and fell back into the grass. 

“You don’t have a choice in the matter. Now get up and listen!" 

"Why? It’s so boring and stupid! It makes no sense!" 

"Well, I had to learn your garbled excuse for a language too! It’s only fair!” France shouted back, watching as England climbed a tree. The boy pressed himself to the trunk of the tree and stretched. He looked back down at France with a roll of his eyes. “No it isn’t. I didn’t want you here!" 

"Too bad, get down here!" 

"No!" 

France huffed and took a seat against the tree trunk. He watched the river, watched a little finned creature swimming gracefully. Those were what he and England ate. He pointed it out to England. He would get him to cooperate one way or another. "See that? What is it? I can’t remember." 

England looked down, only half interested. "It’s a fish, idiot." 

Francis raised his eyebrows. The English had such weird words for things. "Really? In French it’s poisson." 

"What?” England’s face scrunched up in confusion. The boy truly did hate French. 

“Poisson. P-o-i-s-s-o-n.” France spelled it out for him. 

England sat up, clearly alarmed now. “You mean it’s poison??" 

"No-” Merde, that gullible little boy. That wasn’t even close to what he had said!

Before France could think of how to explain the name to England, the young boy scrambled out of the tree, almost falling out, and ran back towards the forest in the distance. 

“England, wait!" 

"No! You’ve been feeding me poison all this time! You were trying to kill me!" 

"England, no!" 

"You evil frog!" 

How was he going to explain to this child that the fish wasn’t actually poison? Curse the day the creator of that boy’s wretched language made poison look like the French word for fish. He didn’t even know England could spell! The boy refused to learn anything, but somehow he knew that of all things!

"England, wait!" 

"No!” The cry was much further now. He was standing at the edge of the forest. He gave France one last glare before running into the forest, his mop of ratty blond hair bounding out of sight.

France shook his head. Foolish boy.

[qrious-k]

It’s been a hot minute since I drew anything Hetalia related. Then I realized this week is Hetalia week (hosted by @weekofhetalia) so I’d thought I’d give it a try. 

Honestly, I’m please with the result. It’s good to know my traditional art skill haven’t died!

If you want to see detail pics, just check out my Insta. 

[celosia-starfall]

A Pair of Aces

This is for the @weekofhetalia Hetalia Extravaganza! The prompt was Cardverse, so I decided to draw a picture of one of my favorite pairings.

Normally, I headcanon Matthew as being the Ace of Spades, but for this pairing, I couldn’t resist making him the Ace of Diamonds (due to his connection to Francis) in order for Allistor to be the Ace of Spades (since he’s Arthur’s brother).

I’m definitely going to write a companion fanfic to go along with this art piece later this week, so keep an eye out!

[cecesong]

A fast drawing for day 3: Soumate. I love all the ships with Arthur (england) so i have the thought of that he can have a lot of soulmates, and that’s why he can be with a lot of characters. @weekofhetalia

[paperuniverse]

Week of Hetalia Day 1: Cardverse

Snippet’s from my Cardverse Series

@weekofhetalia

He quickly got up and dressed himself in his finest clothing, which wasn’t saying much as they were just like all his other clothes; cheap, red, black and pink fabrics in a simple design. Although these were the only clothes that both properly fit him and didn’t have any holes.

In a few short days the spring solstice would arrive, and Gilbert being 14 needed to attend the Cards Ceremony to find out his fate. The spring solstice Cards Ceremony was always held in the Clubs Kingdom, which was a three days journey from where he lived in the Hearts Kingdom. This was why he was now getting ready for his long travel into their neighboring Kingdom.

****

Gilbert himself didn’t go into the crowd just yet as he was looking at all the cool designs painted into the walls leading up to the roof. He backed up as he was admiring the details of the ceiling, only to collide with someone.

“Shit, sorry!” he exclaimed.

The other boy turned around and smiled. “It’s okay, it’s not like you knocked me over.”

Looking over the boy’s clothing it was safe to guess he was a 9, maybe even a 10 descending from the Diamonds Kingdom. His outfit looked to be made of thick expensive cloth, the jacket being lined on the inside with silk all in shades of yellow. The boy’s hair was a deep brown and his eyes were a light green, contrasting nicely with the colour of his outfit.

“My name’s Antonio of the Diamonds, and you are?”

**** 

Ludwig was the King of Hearts.

Gilbert spoke first. “You’re-”

“I know I don’t believe it either.”

Gilbert felt two things in that moment. One was absolute joy and love for his brother. And the other was jealousy and anger. How could he, the eldest get the worst card known to the four kingdoms, and his brother get one of the best? How had fate decided that? How could that be fair?

****

A few hours later, as they entered Rome, Gilbert opened the curtains to look in the streets. As was expected the city was decorated for the spring solstice, with flowerpots in every window and bird houses in all the trees. Although none of the flowerpots had any flowers in them yet, what with the ground still being frozen.

****

“Gilbert get off the table!”

“No way! I want you to have a good look at me before you go so you don’t forget what I look like on your long journey.”

Ludwig rubbed his face in frustration. “I’ll be gone for a week (?) at most!”

“That’ll be the longest we’ve ever been apart!”

“It’s my dream vacation.”

****

Once they reached the door at the bottom of the staircase, Gilbert was forced to continue alone into the room. He softly pushed open the door as to not ruin the atmosphere of peace that had settled on his way down the stairs and entered the room.

The room had the banners of the four Kingdom’s hanging proudly on each wall in the same order that they were displayed on the map. The floors were covered with soft carpets and in the center was a short table with two pillows set as chairs, one was occupied by a woman wearing the blues of Spades.

It made sense that the Card Reader was aligned to one of the Kingdoms, but Gilbert had never thought of them as such. He had always imagined them dressed in all the colours or none of them as a symbol of their abilities to read anyone’s cards.

****

Lovino forced him to his knees violently.

“Fuck man was that necessary?!”

The Ace just glared at him before turning to someone sitting in front of him. “I found him trying to steal deli meats from the butcher’s shop and I’m sure he was planning on stealing much more.”

Gilbert looked up to see it was indeed his brother sitting on the throne he was facing. He had grown a lot in the six years since he had last seen him, a good 30cm at least. When Gilbert had last seen him, he had been at his chest, now he looked to be taller than him.

****

She glanced up. “Related to Gilbert Beilschmidt?”

He nodded. “Gilbert Beilschmidt 3 of Hearts is my older brother.”

Something flashed in her eyes, but she returned her gaze back to the deck so quickly Ludwig wasn’t sure if he had imagined it. “I thought you two looked similar.”

Ludwig was a bit surprised. Most people couldn’t see any resemblance between the two of them, what with their significant difference in colouring and attitudes. Not to mention the large age gap didn’t help. It took a good eye to notice the similarities between the siblings.

“Um- thank you?” he stuttered. He really hadn’t thought the process of card dealing would get so unnervingly personal, but he guessed it made sense. It was to find out his destiny.

**** 

Ludwig could barely believe what he had just seen. His brother had used magic. Neither type tied to their kingdom.

“Gilbert?” Ludwig whispered.

Gilbert turned to look at him and he turned white as he realized his brother had indeed seen him.

“Ludwig it’s not-”

“That thing is a joker!” Both turned to look at a crowd of their neighbours who must have heard the explosions and came to investigate.

[demonicpiano]

2k19 Hetalia Extravaganza

As the title says....I WROTE A THING! Keep the dream alive!

For @weekofhetalia, the 2k19 Hetalia Extravaganza.

(You can also read this on my AO3!)

Day 1: Cardverse - I wanted to write something where Matthew, the Ace of Spades, takes over things, even if it’s just for a little while. Enjoy!

ACE OF KINGS

                                                        ~.~

"All right! Let's get this Meet going! Are the carriages ready?"

Matthew, the Ace of Spades, and King Alfred's brother (and often - shadow), tried to keep up with the rest of the court hustling toward the front of the palace. "I-I asked for a coach, but the man was eating dinner, and I didn't want to disturb him-"

Yao, the Jack, announced, "Yes, I made sure there is one waiting for you right now, actually."

Knights peeled open the front doors, spilling dusk’s light and (inevitably) cold air into the main hall. The Spadians shielded their eyes and faces before the grand stairs leading down to the front yard of the place, and a coach with twin horses sat beyond that. The carriage driver perched on top, munching on some bread, and was completely unfazed from the bracing winds rushing around the mountain side.

"Wow," Matthew said, "it's going to be really chilly tonight. You should pack a little more warm-"

"Holy shit!" Alfred announced much less diplomatically. The Knights snapped straight and saluted as he stepped into the outside world. "I'm going to be freezing my ass off! What was Ludwig thinking?! A meeting at dusk?!"

Yao handed his King a stack of Very Important Papers and tucked his hands back into his sleeves to fend off some of the chill seeping into the palace, "Ai-yah, sire, you almost forgot the reason you were leaving in the first place!"

"Yeah, yeah. I better go-"

"Hold on, you fool," Queen Arthur tossed a knitted scarf over his King's head before wounding it in place, ignoring the indignant and Kingly grunting. "Don't be catching a cold, now."

Not really annoyed, "Guys! Come on! I got to go!"

"You'll be whining when you lying sick in bed!"

"I'm not going to get sick!"

Yao had to get a dig in, "Oh, stop. The Kings will still be there whether you are two minutes late or twenty."

Matthew drew in a sharp breath as his heel slid on icy brick, "Oh, Al, be careful going down. It's a bit icy-"

"Oh, and please, sire...if you must eat at the Meet, chew with your mouth closed. I received a scathing letter from King Francis on the matter..."

Matthew gritted his teeth. Maybe he should have just stayed in the library. Alfred went around, dishing quick hugs and kisses to his court, his family, before tossing his arms around his brother, who blinked in surprise like an idiot. "Oh, um, bye, Al." Quickly recovering, as the King turned away, "Be careful going down! There's-"

As soon as a Kingly foot touched the top step, his arms shot into the air and flailed as he went down, down, down...

"Alfred!" Matthew shouted.

"Oh, Gods!" Arthur cried, charging down the stairs.

Yao followed just as carelessly, "Be careful!" 

The Knights followed, and Matthew shook his head to himself as he gripped the railing and went down carefully. Just before the palace steps, King Alfred was splayed on the snowy sidewalk, arms and legs out from his body. His eyes were closed, and his glasses and important paperwork had shot from his clutch to nest into the nearby snowbanks.

A Knight blurted, "Is he dead?!"

"He better not be!" Arthur swooped down to press two fingers to the King's neck.

Alfred gasped, becoming animated with twitchy limbs and whined, "Hey, stop! Your fingers are cold!"

"You idiot! Your arse is going to be cold if you're just going to keep laying there like that! Get up!"

Alfred let off a grunt, but didn't move.

Yao came down to investigate, "Sire? Did you hit your head?"

"No, not my head-"

Arthur grabbed a lapel and tugged, even more unforgiving than the cold gravel, "Then get up and dust yourself off! You look like an utter buffoon!"

"Your highness!" Yao scolded. "Not helping!"

"Well, it's true!"

Alfred said, " I broke my leg."

"WHAT?!"

"I said. I broke. MY LEG!"

The Spadian Court gawked at one another. Eyes followed the King's legs, both unsuspecting beneath thick trousers and fur boots. The Queen and Jack hurried to pat around, the former slipping in a scathing, "You got to be kidding me!"

"Oh, believe me!" Alfred let out a shallow laugh, still staring up to the dark clouds, "I wish I was." He yelped, suddenly able to pull himself to sit. "Ow! Don't be grabbing me like that, man!"

"Easy!" Matthew warned with an arm hovering behind his brother's back.

Arthur shook his arms at the King's leg, flabbergasting, "He broke his damn leg!"

"Yeah...I heard about that."

Yao declared, "We need to get him inside, to the infirmary! There's no way he's going anywhere like this."

Alfred shot over the Knights pressing closer to peel him from the ground, "Wait, wait! What about the King's Meet?"

Arthur and Yao stared at one another. Another Knight picked up the scattered paperwork, while another uncertainly set the King's glasses on top of his head with a curt bow. Yao took the papers, glancing down at whatever they said, before his gaze landed on Matthew. "You will have to go in his place."

"What?! No, that's...I can't!"

Alfred bemoaned his life, "Mattie! You got to! You're the only one I can trust!"

The Queen scoffed, "Excuse you!"

"Ignoring that," Yao shoved the papers into Matthew's surprised hands, "this is the first meeting after the autumn equinox. All four Kingdoms must come together to prepare for the winter months. Spades must be there!"

"You got to go, Mattie! Only you can do it!" Alfred called as Knights carried him away. "I LOVE YOU, MAN!" It was all very dramatic. Yao and Arthur spun away, getting swept up in the chaos back into the palace.

Matthew shouted, "Come on! Don't do this to me!"

Arthur ordered over his shoulder, "Go, Matthew!"

The carriage driver opened the door to his coach and beckoned, "Sir! The storm will pick up again soon!"

"Oh, COME ON!"

                                                        ~.~

"Fifty four tons of steel? Jeez, overproduction, much? Let's change that to say...eh, thirty-two?"

The carriage jostled a lone Matthew around in its cushiony confines. He pressed close to the window, squinting at his worksheets. It was well after dusk now. For his poor eyesight's sake, he tucked the now-edited plans away, hoping he did more good than harm.

What if the carriage driver couldn't see where he was going? What if there was a stray rock, or a new divot in the mountain side, unseen and ready to snag a wheel?

WHAT IF THAT UPCOMING BUILDING WAS NOT EVEN THE RIGHT ONE?!

The carriage let off a little jostle, and someone knocked on the door. Matthew yelled. He gawked toward the noise of intrusion, but it must have been the driver waiting for him to open the door from his side.

Matthew tentatively peeked into the cold, cold world. It was just the carriage driver holding out a hand to let him down with a stern, "Sir."

"Thanks," Matthew managed, giving his cloak and papers a stiff tug to look somewhat presentable. A King's Meet. With Kings. Although he was close to becoming one himself long ago, Alfred took to the throne far more gracefully than he believed himself could, even as children. Matthew was no King. He only had his own King's written guidance in hand to help.

A cursory sweep told of three other carriages, all painted with their separate Kingdom's motifs. The drivers met and mingled with hearty chuckles; the gravel road was not just for Kingly convergence. Matthew decided to stop procrastinating and stepped closer to the warm light spilling from candlelight in the cottage's windows. It was a bit too cold to stand around and look good, although that was just a mere breeze compared to the harsh mountain winds.

Three Kings waited for the last. Matthew gulped. He was not one of them.

He pushed open the front door, and slipped inside.

At least the place was warm and cozy, courtesy of a fireplace beckoning from behind couches and fur rugs. Matthew let his shoulders fall with a sigh as the feeling of ice against his cheeks melted. Nobody was around. He proceeded to one of several wooden doors, leaning close to listen to voices.

None came. He tried knocking. Then knocked on a different door. Nothing. Matthew's stomach churned - anxiety as nausea crept up to his throat and threatened to sting his eyes. These were Kings. Rulers and overseers of their Kingdoms. What they say, goes. Matthew was nobody. He didn't belong there. Why did Alfred had to go and break his leg? Damn it, his brother never listened to him, and Matthew always caught the consequences-

A completely different door down the hall opened, and a pale face peeked out. "Spades?" A couple of poofy fuzzballs on his cap swished as he tipped his head. "What are you doing? The meeting is over here, silly!"

"Oh!" Matthew squeaked. Tried to clear his throat. "Th-thanks. I forgot."

The man ducked back into the room, and Matthew teased the temptation of turning around and running out the front door. The Kings were waiting for him. He made sure to pick up his feet when he journeyed down the corridor, making a meal out of his inner cheek.

Matthew stopped in the doorway, blinking like a fool in surprise. The meeting of the Kings was far cozier than anything he would expect - fur rugs and couches included!

"Come in," a broad blond announced from his own seat in the middle, "with the storm, it will be much warmer in here."

"Yes," a man wearing orange noted, "we have to get that heater fixed. But this will do for now." He looked up and pulled a smile, "It's quite homey in here, no?" The tight expression on his stubbly face quickly fell into concern. "Alfred, there's something...hm, something different. Are you feeling well? You look pale."

Matthew twitched. "Uh, um..."

Staring. Frowning. Eyebrows furrowed.

These were just men at the end of the day.

Matthew was one of those, at least. "Alfred was unable to make it in today. So...as his brother, I am taking his place. Ahem, for today." He quickly added, "My name is Matthew, and it's nice to meet all of you."

The other King (most likely Clubs, based on the clover stitched onto the hem of his lapel), turned around from a tray of various bottles with wide eyes and a broad smile. "Yes! Didn't Alfred say he was a twin?" 

"This is something different!" Diamonds thrilled, "Don't be shy! We should introduce ourselves!"

"Uh, yeah...sure," Matthew muttered under his breath.

"I completely agree," Hearts said, swishing a hand to the cushion beside himself, "Take a seat, and put your papers down. I'm sure it can wait a moment or two..."

A large hand clamped over Matthew's back, making him yelp. Clubs, with glee, guided (kind of forced) him toward the couches, "You should sit with me, Mister...ah..."

"Matthew?"

"No, no!" Diamonds shook an arm in a 'come here' gesture, "He would sit over there, and what? Smell vodka on your breath the whole time? I don't think so!"

"Better than inhaling cheap wine and stale cheese, yes?"

"Enough!" Hearts declared, "Matthew will sit at the front of the fire. We have important things to discuss for the Annual Trade Route, and nobody knows winter preparations better than a Spade. He needs to be at the head."

Diamonds leaned back on his own couch with a sassy flick of hair over his shoulder, muttering, "He could have done that here."

"Sit!" Hearts barked, but his blue eyes were pleading. Matthew did, still gripping the Important Papers. "Don't worry about those just yet. You just got here, after all."

Clubs noted, "That is new, coming from you."

"Yes," Diamonds agreed, "It's always, go, go, go!"

One of the King of Heart's eyebrows twitched as Matthew nervously giggled beside him, "Even if Matthew is here just once, it would be rude to jump into work without properly introducing ourselves, first. That is not how Kings do things. Not in my Kingdom, at least." He lifted a hand with a tight-lipped grin, "King Ludwig of Hearts. It's nice to meet you."

Diamonds straightened, suddenly attentive with his own, "We do that here, too! It's Francis, King of Diamonds to you, dear."

Clubs just laughed, "Ivan of Clubs. That's it."

Matthew glanced amongst the King's expectant faces, and found himself pulling his own, if timid, smile. "Matthew. Ace of Spades."

"Welcome to the Meeting of Kings, Matthew," Ludwig announced. "It's nice to have you here."

"Th-thank you. It's nice to be here."

Ivan injected, "You're so quiet!"

"Oh, sorry. I said, 'It's nice to be here!'"

"Ha-ha! You're funny, Matthew! You are definitely welcome."

"Yes! Much more so than your brother!" Francis gave a distasteful shake of the head, "Constantly bursting in here like his rear end has a firecracker underneath it!"

Matthew drew air between his teeth. "Oh, boy."

"Right," Ludwig took in the Important Papers. The other Kings automatically fell quiet. "Let's begin."

                                                        ~.~

After a cold, dark journey up the mountain, Matthew finally arrived back home. He sighed in content at the sight of the blue-gray palace, to the Knights deeply nodding before peeling open the front doors, and, of course, the thought of his bed.

One of the Knights leaned in and murmured, "Sir. The King expressed his wish to speak to you. Sir."

Matthew pulled a frown, and begrudgingly nodded. A light shone from one of the halls sprouting from the main throne room, so he tried there first.

Sure enough, draped on a deep navy couch, laid the King in his night clothes. A thick cast took over one of his legs, which was propped onto Arthur's lap.

"Bro!" Alfred tossed his arms in the air, disturbing the Queen's knitting session. "Come here! Tell me all about it!"

"Eh, can't it wait?" Matthew shook off the lingering cold still clinging onto his coat. "It's kind of late-"

"Nope! Sit! Sit!"

What the King says, goes, after all. A roll of the eyes, and Matthew took one of the chairs with enough personal space from his brother. "I think I would ask how you're doing, first."

"Don't worry about it! I'm totally fine. Artie's taking care of me!"

A Queenly grunt, "It's babysitting, that's what."

Alfred flashed a grin and flapped a hand at Matthew, as if he forgot what they were talking about within a second, "So, come on! Did those Kings make you work for your crown?"

"Considering I don't have one, no." Alfred just stared, still smiling with an intense fix in his eyes. Matthew sighed, "No, they were really welcoming about the whole thing. We talked a lot, actually. Like...a lot."

Alfred's face slouched into something else, distracting it with deep tip of his head, "About the Trade Route, right?"

"Oh, yeah, that too."

"So...you had a good time? They like our game plan?"

Matthew squashed a devious smile that threatened to come out. "Uh-huh. Our game plan. Yep." He perked up, "I had a much better time than I thought. I honestly don't know why you complain so much about the Meets."

Arthur harrumphed, "I have to hear it all night. Consider yourself very lucky."

"It's really like that, huh?" Alfred kept pulling funky faces. Puckered his lips. Curled his nose. "Okay. That's cool. Good thing you didn't make Spades look like a bunch of dummies! Ha-ha!"

"Unlike you?" Matthew blurted.

Arthur turned his head, putting a fist to his mouth to cough.

Alfred let out an obnoxious peel of laughter, "You're so funny, Mattie! That's great, because it looks like you're going to back there for at least the next two months! I mean...that's what Yao said."

Matthew nodded, "I kind of figured. I'm okay with that."

"You are? Well, that's GREAT."

"It really is."

"Yeah!"

"Yep."

"Uh-huh."

Queen Arthur set down his intense knitting game with a big huff, "It's getting late. I'm sure you had a long journey, Matthew. We can speak more of this at a better hour." He tacked on with an itty grumble, "and when I have less of a headache."

Matthew shot out of his seat so fast, something cricked. "Sounds good! I'll see you guys tomorrow! Goodnight." He glanced at his brother hanging miserably to the confines of his sofa, and sweetly smiled at the sight, "Goodnight, Alfred."

Curtly, "Yeah, Mattie. 'Night."

Matthew took his leave. As soon as he was out of the room, his brother bellowed, "THOSE MOTHERFUC-"

A slap of skin.

"Ow, Arthur!"

Matthew grinned to himself all the way upstairs.

                                                        ~.~

[tema-makes-art-sometimes]

I might try to do this key word try

                   Welcome to The Hetalia Extravaganza!                                Hetalia week 3.0 is here!

The votes are in, and you have all decided on what prompts are for each day, just like last year! If you’re unhappy with the prompts given, you can also do another listed prompt you like that wasn’t voted in, or do whatever you like! Remember, everything is allowed, regardless of ships, 2ps, nyos, favorite characters, everything is acceptable, along with any form of art, writing, or other such creative works. There are only a few exceptions that are made, and can be reviewed in the rules page! The event will be running from September 22nd to September 28th 2019, roughly a month before it starts, just to give people a little bit of time! Be sure to check your calendars or remember the date! I’ll make a post a week before the The Week of Hetalia starts as a reminder. Voted prompts for the week:

Day 1 (Sept. 22): Cardverse -   The Spades and Clubs kingdoms are perhaps at odds once more, or maybe magic has been causing troubles within the realm. Perhaps there is a quarrel within a single kingdom, or a forbidden love between enemies. Here’s some information on what [cardverse] is!

Day 2 (Sept. 23): Platonic - Do you have a favorite sibling duo? Or perhaps a couple that you don’t ship, but love to see hanging out just as friends? Even a group of friends! Whether it be at the mall, or hanging out in their favorite place together.Today is a day for underappreciated friendships.

Day 3 (Sept. 24): Soulmates - There is much potential with soulmate aus. Soulmates that share the same tattoo or mark when they are born, where they know the first words their soulmate will say to them, or they may share their pain. Or maybe they cannot see in color until they meet their soulmate for the first time.

Day 4 (Sept. 25): Crossover - Are you a huge fan of another fandom? This is an opportunity to have your favorite Hetalia characters interact with another character from another form of media. Or maybe, they are a part of that universe instead, battling monsters in a mystic forest, or attending a school for those who have magic potential.

Day 5 (Sept. 26): Highschool/College -  One of the most legendary aus around, there’s no doubt adventures can happen, from art class, to gym, to late night parties!

Day 6 (Sept. 27): Free Day -  This is a day to do whatever you want, anything is game! Is there a prompt you really wanted that wasn’t listed for this week, or perhaps there’s an idea that’s been on your mind for awhile? Today is a day to let your creativity run free!

Day 7 (Sept. 28): Historical -  Historical Hetalia! Perhaps the roots of the fandom. There is plenty of potential from past and present times alike! Just like last year, I saved the best for last! Historical won at the top once again just like last time! I wrote out some drabbles as well to hopefully help with some ideas if any of you may be stuck in a rut on what to do. Please remember to tag your amazing works as  #HetaliaExtravaganza2k19 or @ me so that I may be able to find it! Spreading the news would be very much appreciated! Thank you, everyone!

[sassypantsjaxon]

(this is set in the same universe as Soulmate’s Scar, a piece I wrote for frukweek earlier this year. That one )

Characters are mostly oc’s: Scotland (Allister), Ireland (Lain), Wales (David), and Northern Ireland (Liam), as well as England (Arthur), and India (Prim)

Fortune favored the Kirkland's. That was what everyone said. The Kirkland's, who had been part of Spades royalty for hundreds of years. The Kirkland's, who had never known poverty or hunger. The Kirkland's, who had always been safe behind the walls of the palace. By all standards, they should have been happy. They used to be. The Kirkland children didn't feel very fortunate anymore.

"Lain and Prim will return in another week, and of course you'll have Yao here to help you-"

"Mother," Allister sighed, "I have an idea of how the kingdom is run."

"Yes, I know." King Evaline kissed her eldest son, "But three months is a long time."

"Then don't go."

"I have to!" she protested.

"Then go. Completely. Don't think about what's happening here. Your trusted Jack and favorite son can handle things."

"Don't be ridiculous, Allister, Lain isn't back yet."

"Then trust me for a week."

Evaline smiled, "I do trust you. I believe the others are in the library, why don't we go find them?"

Just as she said, the family was gathered in the library. David sat at one end of the table, books and papers spread out in front of him, Arthur sat with the their father at the other end, focused on a chess game he was losing, while the youngest child, Liam, sat closer to David, drawing his own map.

"Give it up, Little Brother," Allister leaned against the back of his chair, "He's got you beat. It'll take a miracle for you to win."

"Not yet." Arthur protested.

"How's this for a miracle?" Evaline kissed her husband, "It's time for us to go."

Queen William frowned at the board, "But I've almost won."

"No you haven't, this well be at least another hour. If we don't leave now, we never will."

"Fine," William stood up, "We'll finish this when I return." he promised Arthur, "And don't think I won't know if you move my pieces."

"You won't." Arthur said confidently as he pushed William's queen across the board.

"I will." William returned it.

---

Only three months, it wasn't so long to run a kingdom he wasn't the king of. He had the Jack of Spades to help him, and all his brothers. Although Lain would be more helpful when he and his soulmate returned from their own travels, and the other three would be returning to school soon enough. Allister couldn't deny that his hands were already full, and it hadn't even been a day yet.

"Mum and Father couldn't even wait until I was home before they left?"

Allister looked up as his brother entered the library.

"Lain!" Liam rushed over to hug his brother.

"We weren't expecting you until next week," Allister gripped Lain's hand, "Welcome home, Brother. Where's Prim?"

"He wasn't feeling well and went to lie down as soon as we arrived. Did she fuss much before they left?"

"Of course she did, you know how Mum is. Can't leave until we understand the full weight of our responsibilities."

"Glad I missed that." Lain sat to David, who had returned to his books after their parents left, "What do we have here?"

"I'm just studying."

Lain looked up at Allister, "I don't think he realizes he's on holiday."

"We'll be back in school soon enough!" David protested.

"But you're not yet. How about you, Arthur? What do you have?"

Arthur, who had curled up in a chair away from the table, held up his book enough to show the title.

"Talkative as ever, I see." Lain turned to Liam, "Have you done anything exciting while I was gone?"

He nodded and pulled out the map he had been drawing, "I did this!"

"Oh," Lain took it from him, "This is good. Here," he pointed to the bottom of the map, "There's an island here, that's where Diamond's capitol city is. That's where Mum and Father are going right now."

Liam picked up his pencil and drew it in, "What else?"

"Liam, I'm glad you're home, but I'm sure I'm needed elsewhere."

"So? That's what Yao is for. Stay for a while. Everything is fine."

---

Everything was fine. But only for another day. The boys had found themselves in the library again,Allister and Lain playing chess, David studying, Arthur reading, and Prim helping Liam with his map, this time drawing the lands other than the four kingdoms.

Allister was setting up the board again after his second loss when Arthur cried out in pain, dropping his book on the floor. Allister rushed over to him, "What happened? Let me see,"

Arthur pulled his hand away from his arm, where the image of a dark blue spade had appeared. The Queen's Mark.

"Alli?" Arthur asked tears filling his eyes.

A new king or queen was never marked unless the previous one had died. Allister shook his head, "Art-"

Lain reached over Allister to touch Arthur's shoulder, "Be brave," he whispered to both of them, "You're going to need it."

---

It was suspected to be an assassination, but there wasn't much to prove it. The king and queen were both dead. Arthur was being trained in everything he would need to know to take his new role and Allister was still taking the place of the king until a new one was found.

Fortune favored the Kirkland's. That was what everyone said. The Kirkland's, who had been part of Spades royalty for hundreds of years. The Kirkland's, who had never known poverty or hunger. The Kirkland's, who had always been safe behind the walls of the palace. By all standards, they should have been happy. They used to be. The Kirkland children didn't feel very fortunate anymore.

[kagamimocchi]

[Late Submission/Multiple themes]

2nd, 3rd, 5th day - [Platonic, Soulmates, High School AU]

“Look, Al, I’m here to help you with your literature homework. If you’re just playing around then I’m done. I’ve plenty of works waiting to be done.”

“Jeez Arthur, ease up, will you? I’m just thinking out loud, not playing around. Besides, this homework is boring, playing a bit won’t hurt anyone.”

“That’s it. Do it yourself.”

“WAIT, ARTHUR! I WAS JUST KIDDING! I NEED YOUR HELP!”

Hetalia Extravaganza 2k19; @weekofhetalia

Alfred had a literature boring assignment but he’s hopeless on his own, so he asked for Arthur’s help. I guess it’s still no good for Alfred, he keeps dozing off and daydreaming, lol. Poor Alfred. I guess he will do his homework on his own.

[please don’t tag this as a couple/ship or USUK, thank you!]

the coloured version is below/keep reading!

[ifindus]

@weekofhetalia

Day 3 with “Soulmates”, and ofc I had to do these two

[leftbehindwords]

Hetalia Week, Day 1: Cardverse

The Palace of the Emperor stands tall and mighty in the centre of the realm, its opulence unparalleled and the power it holds undeniable. For millennia it has been in existence and not once has it ever fallen. Out of everything in the history of the Four Kingdoms, the Palace has always been the one constant throughout it.

Yet, Arthur knows that it will not last for long. Time is running out, he thinks. 

He lets his eyes take in the sheer magnitude of the Palace, understanding just how momentous its fall will be. But he knows there is nothing that can prevent it. Arthur has not yet let the reality of what is about to happen truly sink in, but standing in front of where history is about to change - for the better or the worse, he does not know - he cannot help but be afraid. 

Not of what is to come, but of what - or who - will bring it.

Arthur has tried his best. He knows that he has done everything he could have given the circumstances. There is nothing left for him to do but wait. Even so, the knowledge that whatever is behind all of this is beyond his reach, the fear of the unknown - it grips at his heart like no other.

The moment of reckoning is almost at hand. Arthur can only hope that when the time comes, his loved ones will remain safe.

@weekofhetalia

[pandorica0011]

Stressful Situations

Word Count: 499

That was it. He was done. Forget college. Forget his English Professor. Arthur slammed his laptop shut and pushed his chair out violently. He trudged to the couch and all but threw himself under the blanket that lay over it. Three months of college and he was already fed up. He couldn't really blame college dropouts for giving up. This was exhausting. 

His flatmate, Francis, came out of his bedroom and tisked at him. "Aren't you supposed to be working on your essay? It's due by the end of the week."

Arthur said nothing. He kept his head buried in the couch cushions. 

"What's wrong?" He asked, Arthur could hear the cluttering of the dishes. Francis was probably going to make dinner. 

Arthur groaned in response. 

"I'll make some tea." Francis promised, and Arthur had to pull back the blanket to make sure he heard him right. Francis never made tea. He hated it as much as Arthur hated coffee. 

When Francis showed no sign that he was joking, Arthur sat up and Francis, having made himself a cup of coffee, sat next to him and wrapped an arm around him in the way he knew Arthur pretended to hate, but secretly enjoyed. 

Francis swooped into the kitchen once more and returned with the tea he had promised. He held it out for Arthur. "Bien, you have your tea, now talk. What's going on?" 

It never ceased to amaze Arthur how Francis seemed to be so in tune with others' emotions. It was unsettling to say the least. He could never just "drop" something, he needed to work it out and understand. Arthur wasn't surprised when he found out that Francis was a psychology major. It was what he was good at. He was so easy to talk to sometimes that it irked Arthur. That was why he found himself telling Francis about the essay, about his insufferable professor and her unfair grading system. 

And with each passing moment he found himself letting out the frustration he had tried so desperately to fight off. "I just- I don't understand. I-" he didn't know what else to say. His ranting puttered to a halt. He said everything he needed to say, but it wasn't enough. He was still so angry! 

Francis nodded but said nothing, knowing that Arthur hated being given unwanted advice. Instead he took Arthur's mug from his hands, leaned in and hugged him. That was Francis' thing. When he didn't know what else to do or say to help someone, he hugged them. Arthur was never really fond of physical affection, but there was something about Francis' hugs that made him feel safe, made him feel like he could let his walls down and allow himself to feel something other than the anger that shrouded him. 

Arthur returned the hug and buried his face in Francis' neck. It really was nice to have someone to keep him grounded when he felt like he was losing his grip.