#ace family

[crepegosette]

local witch takes her kids to a midnight ride

[nargneppon]

Doodle🇬🇧🇨🇦🇺🇸

[jinsai-ish]

Ok but FAC family FrUK potential!

Instead of single punk dad Arthur, single perfectionist, never-there dad Francis.

Two, handsome, charming sons he sends to the best private school. The twins are bilingual, well-groomed, study piano and violin, are well-exposed to the arts.

But Alfred shows every sign of inheriting his papa's eating disorder and is casting longing looks at the guitar section while he's supposed to be buying violin resin, Mathieu is buying pot in the alley by Arthur's club (or shop or apartment) and sporting bloody knuckles under his school uniform, and Arthur knows a thing or two about festering rebellion.

Or whatever. But the potential for Fail! dad Francis (without tipping into bad dad) and to explore other potential aspects and relationships?!!

I love FACE and ACE family but ye gods, the yet unrealized potential of FAC family tropes!

[hellonerf]

will you draw 2p ame? 🥺

always wanted to draw ame like a smug anime girl. also i added 2p ace family my version of them for fun

[koolkat9]

Not My Birthday

Rating: T

Relationship: ACE Family with a primary focus on NA Bros

Word Count: 1551

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“I’m not coming to your party this year.”

Matthew might as well have slapped Alfred in the face. The same heat seering away to cold that settled right in his stomach.

“What…” Alfred whispered.

“I…I’m going to take care of Dad. Uncle Dylan has some errands to run in the morning so…”

“But it’s our party,” Alfred whined, “Always has been.”

“Alfred…”

“And you deserve to relax on your birthday.”

Matthew huffed almost in amusement, but even Alfred could pick up on the annoyance there.

“It’s not my birthday. That was a few days ago. And a party is quite the opposite of my idea of relaxing.” Matthew froze, what he said setting in. “I-I mean…I just…You know I don’t like big parties, but Francis, Uncle Allie, Dad, even my friends were always fretting over me so when you asked to celebrate together, I figured it would be a good compromise and the attention wouldn’t be completely on me.”

“But–”

“And I already had a small get-together on the first. I don’t need to celebrate more. We can do something just the two of us la–”

“You won’t come to your own brother’s birthday party?”

Matthew took a deep breath, heading over to the sink to wash the pile of dishes that had built up. Surely a result of Arthur’s constant spiraling.

“I want to Al…” Matthew muttered, back turned, scrubbing hard against a plate. “But we can’t just leave him alone like this.”

“You're always choosing D–Arthur over me!”

“I’m not–”

“You’re always at his beck and call. Even after everything he’s done to you. Or perhaps hasn’t done is the better word.”

“I know as much as any about his shortcomings as a father, but–”

Alfred laughed bitterly. “There’s always a ‘but’ for him.”

“If you have so many issues with my relationship with Dad, then leave.”

“Matthew, I'm trying to help–”

“THEN STOP!” Matthew roared, whirling around to face him.

Alfred froze. He knew Matthew was tougher than he let on. Alfred had many times been on the end of Matthew’s passive aggressiveness. But he couldn’t recall a time Matthew actually raised his voice at him. Not even when he called him Arthur’s dog during the First World War.

“Stop helping. Stop treating me like I’m made of glass. Stop acting like I’m a child who can’t make his own decisions on who he keeps around. Arthur hurt you, and he hurt me too. But you know who hurt me even more? Francis. But you don’t see me getting angry with you being close to him. You don’t see me saying you can’t be close to him because I never got a proper apology.”

“Matt…”

For as tough as Matthew was, he never quite grew out of that sensitive little crybaby Alfred used to tease. But now seeing tears stream down his face, there was nothing to tease.

Matthew took a breath, furiously wiping at his eyes. “Arthur hurt you. And I’m not asking you to forgive him. I’d never ask you to do that. All I ask is that you don’t let your hurt feelings try to influence me. I decided to forgive, that was my choice. Respect it.”

“Matthew…”

“And I truly am sorry I can’t make it to the party. I want to celebrate with you. But…maybe just being the two of us at a later date will be for the best. I’m not a party person after all…”

“What is going on in here?” Arthur barked as he hobbled into the kitchen.

“Nothing,” Matthew brushed off.

Arthur squinted. “Alfred?”

“Arthur,” Alfred said shortly.

“What are you doing here?’

“He was just leaving,” Matthew cut in.

“I was,” Alfred agreed. “I’m clearly not wanted here.”

He stormed out of the cottage, grumbling to himself. Arthur watched him in complete confusion

Slowly, Arthur turned back to Matthew who was once more scrubbing through the dishes.

“Matthew…Explain. Right. Now.”

— — —

Solemnly, Matthew slunk into Arthur’s room. He threw open the curtains letting the sunlight in. Not even in one of the rainiest countries could the weather match his mood? He grimaced when the light flowed over him.

“You should have gone to his party,” Arthur mumbled tiredly.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Not long, but before you came in.”

Matthew trudged over to the bed, seating himself on the edge. “Someone needs to keep you out of trouble. And like I told Alfred yesterday, I don’t like parties.”

“But you love your brother. And you like seeing him so happy.”

“Yeah…Don’t think he feels the same about me.”

“Matthew,” Arthur snapped. “I know Alfred isn’t the most…aware…of people around him. And that he can be rather selfish. But we all are. It comes with what we are. But he does want you to be happy. He just…doesn’t show it in the way you want.”

Matthew huffed, curling in on himself.

Arthur sat up, leaning forward and putting a hand on Matthew’s shoulder. “I appreciate you caring for me. But you are always the one to do so. I don’t want to pull you down with issues that are completely on me.”

“Dad–”

“Matthew, you aren’t the only one I have to rely on anymore. Ludwig would have been more than happy to take over for Dylan this year.”

“But I like getting moments like this. Just the two of us.”

“We can do that when I’m well and you aren’t missing time with your brother.”

Matthew groaned, rolling his eyes. “Why can’t anyone believe I actually enjoy taking care of you? And Alfred can survive one year without me there.”

Arthur sighed, letting it go albeit reluctantly.

“Well if we’re done here. You need to eat.” Matthew rose to his feet and set the tray with breakfast across Arthur’s lap.

Just as he got Arthur set, the doorbell rang.

“Eat,” Matthew instructed, “I’ll deal with it.”

Matthew rushed down the stairs to the tune of excessive dinging.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he groused.

Alfred stood, slightly slouched, hands behind his back, gaze downcast. Most kicked puppy-looking man Matthew had ever seen.

Matthew crossed his arms, straightening himself out to stand tall.

“Hey…” Alfred said softly.

“Happy birthday,” Matthew replied shortly.

“Thank you…”

Silence.

“Can I help you?” Matthew asked tightly.

Alfred tensed, finally meeting Matthew’s cool gaze. Matthew could see in his brother’s eyes the churning thoughts, how he grasped them and put them together like puzzle pieces.

“I…I thought about what you said…”

A pause, gauging Matthew’s reaction. Matthew remained stone-faced.

“I’m sorry. I worry about you, Matt. For most of our childhood, you were younger than me. And you were always so much more…emotional. Can you blame me for wanting to protect you?”

Matthew bristled, swallowing what he wanted to say. “Thank you for the thought. But I don’t always need your protection.”

“Shit…sorry I didn’t…”

“We’re just treading the same ground again.” Matthew began to close the door. “If you don’t have anything else to say–”

Alfred grabbed it. “WAIT!”

Matthew stopped, unimpressed.

“I just…I’m sorry. You’re right. I was not respecting your choice. And I was letting my own feelings get in the way. And…I was hurt you weren’t going to be celebrating with me.”

Matthew paused for a moment. “I…Thank you…I guess. But…your party…Why are you here?”

“That’s the thing, I postponed it,” Alfred admitted with a sheepish grin.

“What?”

“If you don’t want a party, you don’t have to come. But…I wanted to spend my birthday with you.”

He pulled a bag from behind his back. A paper bag with the symbol of Arthur’s favourite bakery was revealed.

“Cupcakes,” Alfred beamed, “Thought you, me and the old man can share some. I-If he’s feeling up to it.”

“You want to spend your birthday with…both of us?”

“I mean it’s mainly you, but I guess it will be nice to celebrate with Arthur for once. As long as he’s not butt hurt about…everything.”

Matthew gave a small smile, accepting the cupcake peace offering. “Far from it. At least for the past few decades.”

There was a clap from behind them, making both of them jump.

Arthur stood at the bottom of the stairs smiling knowingly. “Made up?

Alfred looked to Matt, eyes shining but mouth in an uncertain line.

Matthew sighed, not exasperated, but in a tired yet affectionate puff. He nodded, a wide smile creeping across his face. “He brought cupcakes. All is forgiven.”

“The good kind too,” Arthur noted, nodding towards the bag.

“Anyway,” Matthew interrupted, “Just so you know Al, we’re doing a movie marathon. And maybe…because it’s your birthday you can choose our first film.”

Alfred practically jumped at the proposal, latching onto Matthew like an overly excited retriever.

— — —

Dylan ended up arriving home earlier than expected.

“Arthur?” he called, “Matthew?”

He heard the TV droning on. When he peeked into the living room, Arthur sat squished between a sleeping Matthew and Alfred using him as a pillow. Arthur himself was also nodding off, head bobbing, eyes drifting closed before splintering awake.

Dylan laughed silently to himself. Maybe there was some time to make a proper cake for the birthday boys before they woke up.

[paperuniverse]

England seeing the NA bros fighting as kids: “Break it up! We do NOT hit our brothers!”

England seeing the NA bros fighting as adults: Looks over to see that they’re not killing each other before taking a sip of his tea.

[olympeline]

Aw hell, I know it’s a huge cliche and pretty historically inaccurate, but I still love the return of the prodigal son dynamic between Alfred and Arthur in WW2.

They were so close during the era of the thirteen colonies. Only for that closeness to be shattered by 1776. If Alfred had called Arthur “dad” before the revolution, he didn’t when it was over. Probably because Arthur snarled that Alfred should “never call him that again!” when they next met after the split. Alfred was devastated and Arthur deeply regretted it, but they were both too proud to admit it.

They have to meet when their politicians do for trade and the like, but the two national personifications still give each other a wide berth. When they’re forced to be together, they barely talk beyond stilted pleasantries. It’s all unbearably tense and strained.

Then WW2 comes. Alfred himself is chomping at the bit to go with Matthew to help the old world, but his bosses don’t want to get involved. Reports are coming in that the situation on the Western Front is getting more hopeless. European countries fall one after another, then Francis is defeated and only Arthur is left. If Alfred was chomping at the bit before, now he’s borderline unbearable to be around. So worried for his brother, Francis (papa?), and, of course, Arthur. Alfred knows how tough his stubborn old man is, but still. This war is like nothing any of them have ever seen.

Then it’s 1941, America officially enters the war, and finally - finally - Alfred can go and help his family. When he gets to Britain, he sees Arthur isn’t looking too good. Still defiant, but injured and worn out by a year of relentless bombing, blitzkrieg, and rationing. Alfred is so happy to see him. He can’t help it: he hugs Arthur tight. Arthur is stunned…then shakily hugs him back. Their first embrace since the revolution. It took a century and a half, but over the course of the war their relationship starts to mend at long last. Before it’s over, Alfred has started calling Arthur “dad” again.

I’m sorry, I’m just so sappy for families reuniting after years of mutual hurt and estrangement aaarrghh don’t look at meeeeee

[the-heaminator]

Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: England/Prussia (Hetalia), America & Canada & England (Hetalia) Characters: England (Hetalia), America (Hetalia), Canada (Hetalia), Germany (Hetalia), Prussia (Hetalia) Additional Tags: pruk is endgame, Primary School, the children are all about 10 here, References to Depression, mentioned marital problems, Slice of Life, Human AU, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, That is for Arthurs childhood not Alfred and Matthews, the amount of self projection here is actually illegal, The children are goblins your honour. I love them, Gotta love how in human Au's Gilbert is either a priest or an engineer., Never any inbetween. Here he is an aerospace engineer, This WILL NOT BECOME A SLOW BURN, IT SHALL STAY AT MEDIUM HEAT, Food as a Metaphor for Love, They almost share a bed, Arthur has a mental breakdown, BUT THEY END UP SHARING THE BED, Sharing a Bed, Angst, Eating Disorders, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, I initily tagged this as light angst then i wrote this chaoter and thought maybe that was a bad idea Summary: Arthur, overworked, lonely single father of two, only living for the purpose of his two lovely children, lonely in their own way, Gilbert just wants to help, to lessen the strain, but only if he wants to be helped can he do anything about it.

[feynavaley]

Hetalia Headcanon #482

Both Alfred and Matthew used to have a complex and not completely healthy relationship with the notion that Arthur, in his role of a guardian/parent, made many mistakes and yet he very much cared about them – even more, many of his mistakes came from good intentions.

For Alfred, the two things were not conciliable. Arthur had done him wrong, which meant that Arthur didn't actually care about him in the first place.

Matthew, on the other hand, saw the matter from the opposite side. He knew that Arthur had good intentions – therefore, Matthew felt like he couldn't blame him for anything. Arthur cared, and that was all that mattered – all Matthew could ask of him. Focusing on any mistake or wrongdoing would mean being ungrateful.

While Alfred did eventually get over it and is now able to see his relationship with Arthur in a more mature and nuanced light, Matthew still struggles with this. He can now admit that Arthur did indeed make mistakes, but he still feels like he has no right to feel hurt or resentful about them.

[sprnklersplashes]

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[capesandshapes]

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[littlebydigital]

Sun-kissed greetings from Zanzibar.

Drew a quick sketch of my girl-crush, Catherine Paiz

[dashamusic13999]

[hellonerf]

ooohh a bit vague but for a prompt, maybe a sulky pissed-off-with-each-other alfred and matthew? i think alfreds a freak even by nation standards so when he and matthew do get into a viscious fight arthurs probably standing there stressing because he knows better than to try and get between them but hes worried its going to go way too far one day. yea they cant die but they still feel pain right? or at least matthew can.

anon i really am fascinated with this idea because caname should harm and maim each other in my head but im so so displeased with everything i tried to draw for this. its hard for me to grasp how arthur would react to their relationship in my mind. their countries and theyre weird so id imagine he'd just be like hmm........... (such anger is normal between them!). alfred is purposefully provoking matthew and saying things he knows are annoying and grating and matthews like im not gonna fall for it then he does etc

[koolkat9]

Birthday Fic

Rating: T

Relationship: England + Wales + Canada + America

Word Count: 968

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Five to Twenty-Five

“What are you doing, Uncle Dylan?”

A voice as soft and sweet as the buttercream he was currently mixing called. Two blue eyes with flecks of purple peeked out of the left side of the doorframe.

“Oh, Matthew!“ Just in time,” Dylan beamed. “I’m making your father's favourite cake for his birthday, and I could use a taste tester.”

The eyes lit up. "Really?"

Dylan giggled. “Of course! Now come, come.”

He scooped some of the frosting on the spoon and brought it down to Matthew. The boy took a cautious lick. He let out an excited ‘mmm’ before cleaning the spoon of the white, fluffy goodness.

“I take it I did a good job?”

Matthew nodded eagerly.

Dylan put the bowl to the side and checked on the cake in the oven. Matthew crept closer, trying to catch a peek.

“Can I help?” Matthew asked.

“ Well…Unfortunately, the cake is almost done.”

Matthew’s face fell, head hanging low.

“But, you can help me with the icing,” Dylan quickly added, crouching down to be at the boy’s level.

“Okay!”

Dylan picked Matthew up to wash his hands before setting up a stepping stool, so he could reach the counter. Matthew eyed the bowl of buttercream next to him, little fingers crawling over to it.

“Ah ah ah,” Dylan tisked, though there was a playful smile on his lips. “You’ll get a belly ache, and we may not have enough to finish Dad’s cake.”

Matthew curled back.

“But perhaps you can lick the spatulas when we’re done,” Dylan suggested, booping Matthew’s nose.

He turned back to the oven and checked on the cake. Deeming it cooked, he pulled it out and brought it over to the counter. “Now we have to get going if we want to finish before your father gets back.”

Matthew grabbed a nearby spatula and straightened up like some soldier baker. Dylan couldn’t help but laugh, grabbing his own spatula and taking a similar stance.

— — —

When Arthur returned home with Alfred from a morning of grocery shopping he heard giggling and shushing in the kitchen. Alfred had already scurried upstairs to collect his favourite stuffed animal he had forgotten to grab for their trip, leaving Arthur to investigate alone.

Dylan and Matthew were hunched over the counter, Dylan with a finger to his lips, smiling at a grinning, giggling Matthew.

Arthur leaned on the door frame, smirking to himself. “And what are you two up to?”

“Nothing,” they quickly said in unison.

They turned to Arthur, straightening up but still concealing the counter. Arthur squinted.

“Where’s Alfred?” Dylan asked.

“Upstairs. He forgot Barnaby.”

“Ah.”

“But really,” Arthur went on, “What are you planning? Corrupting my innocent, gentle Matthew?”

Dylan gave a dramatic scoff. “I would never. But you’ll see when Alfred comes down.”

“Fine…”

Moments later, Alfred came bouncing in, his bunny stuffed animal squeezed under his armpit. He only froze mid-way into the kitchen to sniff.

“Something smells good,” he exclaimed, looking around to find the source.

Matthew looked over to Dylan who nodded. The two pulled away to reveal the cake, now covered in pale green icing with frosted white roses along the edge. In the center, sat one of those candle signs reading: We stopped counting. Surely Dylan’s choice despite being the eldest brother.

“Happy birthday!” Matthew cheered, running to Arthur. Arthur scooped the boy up, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, love,” he murmured.

“You made a cake without me?” Alfred whined, approaching Dylan.

“You wanted to go grocery shopping with your dad,” Dylan tutted, ruffling Alfred’s hair. “But you can still help us eat it. First though…”

He looked over to Arthur, who was trying to hide a growing grin. Dylan rummaged through the drawer for a lighter and lit the three wicks of the candle. Stepping away, he pulled Alfred with him to give room for Arthur.

With Matthew still in his arms, Arthur leaned down and blew out the candles. When he was done, Matthew hugged him tightly. Dylan and Alfred joined him in shouting ‘Happy birthday’ once more.

“Now, time for cake!” Alfred demanded, running back to the counter. He tried to swipe a bit of icing, but Dylan quickly grabbed the cake first.

“Alfred,” Arthur barked, “You were so good this morning. Don’t start acting up now. Patience.”

Alfred pouted, wandering to the corner with crossed arms. But it wasn’t long before he was rushing back over to get a piece when the cake was finally cut.

“That boy and his moods,” Arthur huffed, taking a bite of his cake.

“Just like his daddy,” Dylan teased, pinching his baby brother’s cheek.

“Quit it!” Arthur waved the hand away.

They watched the two boys eat their cake and Alfred telling Matthew all about the harrowing tale of his trip to the grocery store.

“I still remember when you were five,” Dylan mused. “Always following me around, wanting to play wizards or fairies. And now you’re twenty-five.”

“Please don’t get sentimental on me,” Arthur groaned.

Dylan only laughed, ruffling Arthur’s hair like he did when they were kids. Arthur growled in annoyance, fluffing up his hair into its proper mess.

“Thank you, for all of this,” Arthur whispered.

“It’s what brothers do.” A wide smile spread across Dylan’s face, wrapping an arm around Arthur. “But I can’t take all the credit. Matthew did help me get the icing done in time.”

“Well, remind me to thank him later.”

The two turned back to the boys. Alfred was now a mess of green and white icing, and Matthew was trying not to laugh at him. Arthur sighed.

“I got it,” Dylan intervened, already grabbing some paper towels. “You go get some more cake.”

Arthur gave a thankful smile before cutting himself some more cake.