#aph america x switzerland

[fondueburger]

some older art while i work on new stuff (and try to better my coloring)

this was originally for march 21st

[vyoru]

👎

[random-child-of-nyx]

This is for all my Hetalia fans out there.

If you don’t like this ship, you can just scroll, you don’t have to hate on this

I’m thinking about writing a story where America gets hanahaki for Netherlands/Switzerland. In this universe, if you get hanahaki for a country, it’s their national flower, an iconic flower they’re known for, or a flower only native to them, but never all three. Well, America coughs up tulips (Netherlands iconic flower) and edelweiss (Switzerland’s national flower). Due to tulips being toxic, he slowly is getting sicker and sicker. Prussia, Hungary, Belarus and the rest of the former Soviet Union (besides Russia), and the Nordic Five (+ Greenland, Sealand, Faroe Islands, and Åland Islands) find out and rush him to this hospital in the nick of time. He gets the surgery, but forgets the two, which makes them confused until Åland Islands spills the beans. They realize their feelings, which they pushed down, and before they know it, they have hanahaki (no it’s not roses, it’s coral honeysuckle). So they try to woo him, all while america is falling in love a second time.

How my hanahaki progresses:

1. Trouble breathing

2. Cough up small petals

3. Cough up petals and blood (taking Advil, ibuprofen, and blood replenishers [works like an iron supplement but also provides red and white blood cells, plasma, water, and oxygen] help with the symptoms)

4. Flowers start sprouting all over the body

5. Death. Person is found with flowers on their limbs and sticking out of the mouth and eye sockets.

I probably won’t make it because I don’t have the motivation to, but if enough of you want it, I’ll think about it (I’ll probably write it on ao3 so if I do, it’ll be there)

Little edit of a small part of the story

[zoquetejoel]

I hate them so bad.. :3

[katasztroka]

Two months after this: https://katasztroka.tumblr.com/post/617461949176922112/right-after

I don’t have a taglist, but if anyone wants to be added, just request it and I’ll start one.

-

There it was. The World Conference took place in Vienna. Roderich didn’t really have time to think about Ludwig and his visit in June, the Austrian was obviously busy with the organization of the event. He had done this many times before, so he knew how he needed to organize the whole event to be perfect. He knew exactly how many nations would attend and how many hotel rooms he needed to book for them. However easy it was, it still took its toll on Roderich who had always been exhausted by tasks like this.

Finally, the day of World Conference had come. The conference hall that Roderich had booked was perfectly prepared and taxis waited at the airport. Roderich had kept his phone switched on during the night if any nation needed help on the way to Vienna. He woke up earlier than he had planned and now he was close to being ready for the day. He was tying his shoes when his phone rang.

‘Edelstein.’ He immediately put the phone on speaker to avoid wasting time.

‘It’s me, Ludwig. Do I bother you?’ This was the first time Ludwig called him, since he had left Vienna.

‘No, absolutely not. How can I help you?’ Roderich could barely hide the happiness in his voice.

‘Can we talk after the conference?’

‘Yes. Yes, of course.’

‘Thank you. I need to switch Gilbert at driving.’

‘Yes, yes. Take care, Ludwig.’ Roderich hung up.

He stood up and had a last look at himself in the mirror. He looked good. Or at least good enough for what was about to happen. He didn’t expect much of this day, he knew pretty well that Alfred would make work even harder than it normally was.  Or Gilbert. He took one last breath, picked up his briefcase and left.

When he arrived to the conference hall, he put down his briefcase and took off his suit, then went to check if everything was perfectly organized on the desks. The same folders next to every name, a pen neatly placed on the right side of them. Most nations were right-handed, so Roderich assumed this would be fair enough. Most of them wouldn’t use the pens, anyways.

Now, it was time to think about Ludwig, even if that was only two minutes. Did he call because he had figured out his feelings in the past two months? Or is it just something ordinary? It might be some country business between Germany and Austria, too. Whether or not, this was going to be an exciting World Conference. Roderich walked back to his seat and checked once more if he had his painkillers with him - he was pretty sure he would need them, especially since he had been feeling even more tired in the past few days than he normally did.

When he was at this point of thinking, the doors opened. All the nations that had promised to come entered the huge hall. Ludwig was already heading towards Roderich, since it was the German’s task to lead the conversation and the Austrian’s to take notes, just as always.

‘Welcome.’ Roderich nodded, taking his seat.

They didn’t shake hands. Not like they had ever done that, but Roderich felt as if something was wrong or unusual. Ludwig seemed even more serious than he usually was. Roderich shook his head, as if he could shake those thoughts out.

‘Welcome everybody!’ Ludwig started, talking into the microphone in front of him and suddenly all the nations fell silent.

He spoke slowly, but loudly and firmly and no one would dare to talk when he did. When he opened the conference, Roderich stood up. His voice was quieter, but just as serious.

‘We want to get the work done as fast as possible, don’t we?’ nodding was the answer. ‘Great. Let’s concentrate then and make it as easy for each other as we can. Thank you.’

Nothing unusual happened. Gilbert opened a beer at the second hour of the meeting and Ivan joined him with some vodka. Roderich immediately started to look for the painkillers, but Ludwig caught his hand and stopped him. ‘Not yet.’ He whispered and the Austrian decided to let it go. Then food delivery arrived. It was obvious that Feliciano had placed the order, considering the box contained pasta. This time Ludwig didn’t stop Roderich from taking the painkiller. Then, finally, it was time for lunch break.

‘We aren’t getting anywhere.’ Roderich muttered under his breath.

‘It’s always like this, you must know it.’ A woman’s voice answered.

‘Elisabeth! I hoped we could talk.’

‘Here I am then. Is it about Ludwig?’ The Hungarian smiled wildly.

‘Maybe. But mostly me, if you don’t mind.’

‘I don’t.’

‘What if he tells me he wants to be with me? What do I do?’

‘You’ll be with him. Obviously.’

‘You know it’s more complicated than that, Elisabeth.’

‘Do you still love him?’

Roderich blushed and looked away. That was enough for the woman.

‘You are overthinking it. I know you have bad memories of when you were a couple, but… those times are long gone now. We live in peace. You can let your heart decide, finally. Take your chance.’

‘You know, I must be the luckiest man for having such a supportive ex-wife.’

‘I want you to be happy. We all deserve to happy, so do you.’

‘Thank you, Elisabeth.’

‘Your welcome, Roderich. I’m gonna eat something, do you want to join me?’

‘No, I don’t think I could eat now.’

Elisabeth left him alone, just when Ludwig came back to his seat.

‘You should eat.’ The German stated.

‘I can’t.’

This was everything. Roderich spent the rest of the break writing music notes on the papers, Ludwig, not having any sense of taking a break, answering some emails on his laptop.

The second part of the conference took an even worse turn. Basch got tired of Alfred’s comments and decided to shoot him. Luckily, Ludwig was good enough at negotiating to talk the Swiss out of his plan, but the German decided to end the meeting for that day. Roderich took another painkiller, his head was so heavy he couldn’t bear it, so obviously, he was unbelievably happy that he could finally go home.

He drove home and closed the door behind him with a deep sigh. He decided to check the notes he had taken and send them out in emails. But he was too tired to do it. Just when he was reading through his papers, he fell asleep on the couch.

Ludwig found him like that: papers all around the couch, where Roderich was sleeping. The German put down the keys that he had forgotten to give back to Roderich and sat down on the floor. He gently took the Austrian’s shoes off and picked up the sleeping body.

‘Ludwig.’ Roderich whispered half-asleep.

‘Yes, it’s me.’

‘I can go upstairs by myself.’

‘I didn’t ask. Sleep.’

Roderich didn’t spoke, but he didn’t close his eyes either. He wanted to enjoy every second of this. He didn’t know when he would meet Ludwig again, so he had to take mental notes of everything the other one did.

Ludwig put him down on the bed and softly pulled the blanket over him. ‘Aren’t you going to get sick?’ The German asked.

‘No, of course not.’

‘I brought back your keys.’

‘So that’s how you came in.’ Roderich whispered, feeling his eyelids becoming heavy again.

‘Yes. Roderich… I… Can I stay?’

‘Your room is clean.’

‘No, I mean here. Next to you.’

The Austrian looked up at him. He was a bit confused and definitely too tired for this… whatever this was. Ludwig seemed to be calm, mere waiting on his slightly blushed face.

‘Thought you were still heartbroken over Feliciano.’

‘I know what this thing was. And I want to be with you.’

‘Fine. Stay then, Ludwig.’ Roderich was still suspicious, but exhausted so he chose the easier solution.

The German took off his clothes and climbed into the bed, next to Roderich. The scent of the Austrian filled his nose immediately. He could barely sleep under the silk blankets, he knew it full well, but he wanted to stay here for as long as it was possible. Everything seemed to be so peaceful and he just felt the safest here. He hated himself for not feeling like home in Berlin or Cologne, but in Vienna everything was so easy. Or was it because of Roderich?

The Austrian turned to face him. ‘We are going to sleep.’ He stated. ‘I’m too tired for anything else.’

‘Will you let me embrace you?’

Roderich nodded and curled closer to the other. From so close, Ludwig seemed to be tired, too. Roderich knew too well the German hated these social events. He was fine with having three or four nations together, but World Conferences were horrible. Roderich thought the reason why Ludwig didn’t like to speak in public, like he did today, was the horrible memory of the Führer speaking in public. The Austrian put his cold hand gently on the German’s face.

‘This feels good.’

‘I know. You’ve always liked it.’

‘Sleep, Roderich. You look sick, you must sleep it off.’

Ludwig pulled him closer, so now Roderich’s face was buried into his chest. They both fell asleep fast, this day was exhausting for both of them.

In the morning, Roderich woke up first. The sun was shining already and the whole room was coated in golden light. Even Ludwig’s already golden hair and his pale face now looked like it was translucent. The Austrian softly kissed his forehead and got up, smiling to himself.

He went to the bathroom and took off his clothes. He needed a shower. Terribly. He didn’t know what Ludwig wanted. He should have known better after all this time then to start hoping again for something that can never be his. Really his. Before Gilbert came to Vienna that night in 1989, he thought he had buried his feelings for Ludwig, then life proved him wrong. He still loved the German, no matter what.

When he finished getting ready for the day, he went to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast. He knew the second day of the conferences was much easier than the first. Most nations were hangover, not to mention those who were still drunk from last night, and even those who managed to stay sober last night were just thinking about going home finally. Progress was always made on the second days.

Finally, coffee was ready. Roderich picked two mugs and poured the black, bitter liquid into them. For himself, he added some sugar and milk, but for Ludwig, coffee was always a cup of dark, bitter liquid.

‘Good morning.’ Ludwig entered the kitchen.

Roderich nearly dropped the coffee, he was buried in his own thoughts.

‘Good morning. How are you so cat-like? It’s ridiculous.’ The Austrian asked, handing the other the coffee.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.’

‘I’m making French toast, do you want to eat something else?’

‘No, French toast is perfect. Thank you.’

‘Take a seat, Ludwig and tell me what do you want. It seems to me that you have come to a conclusion about your feelings, haven’t you?’ Roderich turned back to the stove.

‘Indeed. I realized that I have never stopped loving you.’

‘Than what was this thirty-year-long affair?’ The Austrian didn’t believe him.

‘I don’t know. Maybe I was scared to come back to you. Maybe I didn’t know how to come back. I don’t know. I’m so sorry for putting you through all this, you shouldn’t be dealing with my feelings. But finally I made up my mind and I want to stay. Can I stay, Roderich?’

The Austrian switched off the stove and sat down again. He needed some minutes to process this information. He knew full well that Ludwig’s cold and serious exterior was due to everything that had happened during the World Wars, but he would never think Ludwig had buried his feelings for him. He thought he had always given Ludwig a safe place to show his feelings, but maybe it wasn’t like that. He could have shown his own feelings to encourage Ludwig.

‘Stay, Ludwig.’ He breathed out finally. ‘But… I think we need to discuss some topics before you decide to spend your life in Vienna.’

‘Of course. I didn’t mean to stay my whole life. Besides… we both have bad experience with me living in Vienna.’

‘We can visit each other as many times and for as long as we wish. We are not ordinary men and we can’t go back to our old habits living and fighting together.’

‘My brother won’t like the idea of me being with you.’

‘I can endure that. I’ve endured worse.’ Roderich leaned closer to the German. ‘And most importantly. I love you.’

Ludwig caressed his face, leaning closer to the Austrian. When he saw Roderich closing his eyes, he knew it was time to do something. The kiss was a bit lame, but sweet and tender. Roderich associated it with the kiss that two inexperienced lovers would share, but when their lips parted, both of them were breathless.

‘I…’ Ludwig started, but Roderich placed his finger on the German’s mouth.

After a few minutes of silence, the Austrian spoke up finally. ‘Why don’t you let us experience this?’ He asked holding Ludwig’s hand.

‘I felt like I wasn’t… I did it the wrong way.’

‘You will have so many more chance to do it the right way.’

‘I wanted it to be…’

‘Perfect. Yes. How many times do I have to tell you that it doesn’t have to be perfect?’

Ludwig flushed a light shade of pink. He really wanted their first kiss - if he could call that a first kiss - to be perfect. He didn’t imagine it the way it finally happened. But he was happy it did happen.

‘Can I hold your hand when we walk up to the conference?’ He asked softly.

‘Well, I’m not sure if that would be acceptable, but we will go together for sure.’ Roderich wondered. ‘Come, have breakfast, we need to leave soon.’ He stood up and walked up to the stove, taking plates and placing the French toast on them.

‘Are you happy?’

‘With you by my side I’ve never been sad.’ The Austrian put the plate in front of Ludwig.

The German pulled the hand gently to his mouth for a soft kiss. He was happy, too.

[celosia-starfall]

A Pair of Aces

As promised, here’s the companion fanfic that I wrote for THIS picture that I drew for the first day of @weekofhetalia and I hope everyone enjoys it!

AO3 LINK

AU: Cardverse (Soulmates)

Main Pairing: Scotland x Canada

Summary: Allistor, the Ace of Spades, is sent to the Diamond Kingdom on a diplomatic mission to discuss the rising tensions between the Spades and Clubs Kingdoms and to request aid in the event of a war. What he finds there is more than he bargained for.

"Your Majesty, we’ve arrived at the Castle of Diamonds!"

Allistor jolted awake as the carriage jerked to a stop. Drearily rubbing his eyes and wiping the thin sliver of drool from the corner of his lips, he pulled the curtain aside and squinted out at the setting sun shimmering behind the other side of the castle.

It had been a long, tiring journey, but now his work was only just about to begin.

The redhead sighed as the door to the carriage opened and he stepped out, making his way towards the castle. How my brother ever managed to convince me to take this job is beyond me… The brat always did have a way at weaseling his way out of any boring diplomatic work and passing it off onto me… Not that the work isn’t important, but still…

“Cheer up, Alli!” Dylan sang beside him, folding his arms behind his head as they were led through the expansive stone archways that surrounded the castle by one of the Diamond Knights. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a chance to get out of the Spades Kingdom. We should enjoy it. Don’t be so stiff!”

Allistor deadpanned as he glanced over at his younger brother who held the rank of Ten of Spades. “Dylan… We are here on a diplomatic mission. We neither have the time nor luxury to enjoy ourselves. With the tensions that are beginning to arise--”

“I know, I know, but things are always tense between our king and the King of Clubs. This isn’t new news. Things get tense, then they eventually end up fizzling out again before the threat of war even begins to be a possibility,” Dylan stated, waving his hand in front of his older brother’s face, which merely prompted the redhead to swat the hand away with a half-growl.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Allistor glanced away, scowling at the ground. Dylan, I wish you wouldn’t be so naive… Just because things have been fine up until now, doesn’t mean that they’ll stay that way. There’s always the chance that there will eventually end up being the straw that broke the camel’s back...and by that time, I loathe to see what the following catastrophe will be like…

A sigh fell from Dylan’s lips at Allistor’s stubborn silence, choosing instead to take up conversation with the knight that was guiding them through the castle’s courtyards and giving them a tour of the castle grounds.

For the most part, Allistor merely tuned out their chatter, taking in the surroundings and making a mental map of their route and any possible escape routes. However, it was when they were passing by a courtyard filled with a group of soldiers that Allistor’s attention was drawn elsewhere, his pace slowing to a stop while Dylan and the knight continued walking on obliviously.

The courtyard where Allistor had stopped was surrounded by a small group of laughing and cheering soldiers. And in the midst of them all was a pair of sparring figures, their shirts off and their skin slicked with the sweat of exertion.

For all intents and purposes, it was just a simple sparring match between the two blondes, but Allistor found himself unable to look away from the deft and precise movements of the shorter of the two men.

There was a certain magnetizing air about the man that left Allistor feeling drawn to him, from his soft features and curly locks, to the certainty behind each and every movement that he made, to the faint golden aura that seemed to make him glow. Each block, each punch, each kick… They were all executed with such a blinding grace and fluidity that the sparring session seemed to end all too quickly with the taller man sprawled on his back on the ground.

A round of cheers went up among the men.

“That has to be a new record!” one of them exclaimed as the taller male was helped off of the ground.

“I thought it looked like Lars nearly had him there for a moment!” another proclaimed.

“No way! There’s no one who can beat our Matthew! He’s probably even stronger than the king!”

The comments merely made the curly-haired blonde flush slightly in embarrassment. “I wouldn’t say that… It just takes practice. So maybe if all of you trained as much as you sit around and gossip…” Matthew raised an eyebrow as he toweled the sweat from his chest. “Who wants to go next?”

The question was followed by a chorus of groans from the surrounding men. Allistor watched with a raised eyebrow as they all shrugged and shuffled their feet in an attempt to look busy.

Matthew…

Allistor watched the way that the blonde tensed up, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

When it seemed like no one was going to step forward, Allistor suddenly found his feet moving as if they had a will of their own. “I’ll do it.”

Violet eyes widened as they locked onto the redhead. A chorus of surprised murmurs rose from the men.

“What’s a Spadian doing here?”

“Idiot, wasn’t there supposed to be some sort of meeting with the Spades Kingdom?”

“I heard that the Spades are going to be going to war with the Clubs--”

“That’s enough!” Matthew interrupted, glaring the men into obedient silence before returning his gaze to Allistor. The intensity of his gaze made Allistor’s heart pound against his ribs, his palms sweaty within his gloves. “Spadian, do you wish to spar?”

“Yes. I’ll take you up on your challenge,” Allistor stated, jutting his chin out with a grin. In all honesty, he didn’t expect to win, but he wanted an excuse to find out more about this man and why he seemed so familiar. It was only the icing on the cake that he could also use it to vent the built-up stress of travelling so far between kingdoms with no breaks.

Matthew's eyes widened imperceptibly with what seemed to be recognition. Though what he recognized, Allistor had no idea of. "Alright. Take up your stance then, and don't hold back," he stated, handing his towel off to one of the other soldiers.

A smirk tugged at Allistor's lips as he slid his long blue coat off and laid it across one of the nearby stone benches before stepping into the circle across from Matthew.

For several drawn out moments, the pair simply stared at each other, hearts hammering in tandem in their chests as they circled one another. It was Allistor who moved first, darting forward and attempting to hook his fist into the blonde's side.

For a split second, Allistor could've sworn that he would've gotten Matthew right in the ribs, but at the last moment, Matthew somehow managed to dance out of the way. Gripping onto Allistor's arm, he used the redhead's momentum to flip him over.

All of the air rushed from Allistor's lungs as his back slammed into the ground, leaving him momentarily winded. He managed to keep a grip on Matthew's arm though, using the grounding point to pull him off-balance as he tried to kick the blonde’s legs out from underneath him. Unfortunately for Allistor, it seemed like Matthew had already predicted that move, hopping over the redhead’s leg and trapping the opposing appendage between his calves.

Any attempt on Allistor’s part to get away merely resulted in him becoming an even more convincing interpretation of a human pretzel.

“Do you yield, Spadian?” Matthew asked, and Allistor could feel the other’s grip loosening.

The question made him raise an eyebrow as he looked up into those striking violet eyes. “Never.”

Matthew’s eyes widened as, in a blur of motion, Allistor managed to break free of the blonde’s grip and pin the Diamantian to the ground. A shocked silence permeated the air, and it was in those quiet moments that the pair became hyper aware of the other’s presence.

It felt like electricity was coursing through Allistor's veins. He could feel Matthew's heart beating against his hands, and there was something about his eyes…

“Oh la la~! What do we have here?”

The pair jolted out of their trance, their heads jerking towards the woman that was standing at the edge of the circle of soldiers next to the man that Matthew had just previously been sparring with.

“Matthew let the Spadian win,” the man grumbled, likely irritated at his own loss against the blonde. Lars, Allistor was pretty sure he had heard was his name.

And it was in that moment that Allistor realized that the man’s words were true. Matthew had let him win their sparring match. He had felt the blonde deliberately relax his grip before Allistor had broken free. But why?

You were too distracted…

Allistor felt frozen in place. The voice that echoed in his head wasn’t his own. His gaze turned quickly to the male beneath him, but he seemed to be more focused on the woman than anything else.

“Was there something that you needed, Emma?” Matthew asked, raising an eyebrow.

A smirk tugged at her lips. “Your presence is being requested elsewhere. Also, Claude and Dylan wished for me to find the dear Spadian that was meant to have been with them, so I’m here to help escort Allistor to his brother so that their meeting can begin.”

Allistor was quick to stand up, dusting off his shirt and pants before stretching out a hand in an attempt to help Matthew off the ground. It was a futile offer, however, because the blonde was already off the ground and speaking to the woman in hushed tones. His heart fell in his chest as he watched the man saunter off towards the castle. The worst part of it was that he wasn't sure that he would ever see Matthew again.

Sighing, Allistor tugged his coat back on and heading over to where the amused woman stood, unable to keep the faint pink tinge of a blush off of his cheeks. At the very least, the other soldiers were dispersing, so Allistor could avoid any further humiliation and embarrassment.

"If you'll just follow me, Mr. Allistor," Emma stated with a curtsy before turning and heading down the pathway he had originally been following. A few moments of silence had passed before the blonde glanced over at him, that amused smirk still in place on her lips. "You fancy Matthew. I could tell by the way you were looking at him. I've seen that look on more than enough people's faces." She gave a small him, her nose scrunching up in contemplation. "Something about you is different though…"

Allistor raised an eyebrow, finding it difficult to hear over his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. "Is that so? Different how?"

At that, Emma's smile widened. "He's never let anyone win against him in a sparring match. Not even my brothers, or the king for that matter. Not that Francis is one to participate in any form of fighting, whether it’s training or not.” Her smile faded slightly at the mention of the king.

If the king truly refuses to help with the fighting if war breaks out, I’m not sure what’ll happen to the kingdoms… Allistor chewed on his lip, letting out a despondent sigh.

...I could always convince him…

The redhead inhaled sharply, nearly tripping over his own feet at the whispering of the increasingly familiar voice.

Emma shot him a concerned glance, putting a hand on his elbow to help steady him. “Are you okay, Mr. Allistor?”

“...You didn’t hear the voice?” He already knew the answer before she said it.

“No? There’s no one else here besides us. Perhaps you’re merely fatigued from your journey, yes?” Emma said gently, patting his arm. “I’ll be sure that your rooms are prepared for you by the time that you’re done with your meeting with the king.”

He wasn’t convinced. Regardless, he just played along anyways. “Yes, perhaps…” he mumbled as she brought him into the lavishly decorated throne room where everything was decorated in gold and jewels. At the head of the room were three thrones with three figures seated upon them dressed in extravagant yellow-themed clothing. In front of them was a single familiar figure in blue.

“Brother! There you are!” Dylan exclaimed with a wave of his arm.

“I apologize for any...inconveniences--” Allistor started before being cut off by the figure sitting upon the middle throne.

King Francis.

“Nonsense, nonsense. There is no need to apologize. There are so many lovely sights in our castle that it simply can’t be helped that one would want to explore or end up being distracted by something that you see,” Francis stated with a wave of his hand, completely brushing the manner of tardiness to the side. “We were merely having a lovely chat with your dear brother Dylan as he serenaded us with his beautiful singing, and talking about l’amour. Tell me, Allistor, do you believe in soulmates?” the King asked, leaning forward intently with steepled fingers.

The question caught Allistor off-guard.

“My brother sadly wouldn’t know true love even if it was engraved on a brick and hit him in the head,” Dylan stated dramatically, linking his arm through Allistor’s and hanging off of him until the redhead shrugged him off with a light growl.

The man sitting next to Francis, Vash the Jack of Diamonds, cleared his throat. “Can we please try to stay on subject tonight? We have many things to do.”

“Boo! You’re no fun…” Francis muttered before eventually sighing and gesturing towards the redhead. “Speak your case.”

Folding his hands behind his back, Allistor looked up at the three monarchs. “As you may have heard already, tensions have begun escalating between the Clubs Kingdom and the Spades Kingdom yet again. While all previous tensions had managed to be smoothed over, we fear that this time may end up being very different. Several of our supply lines have ended up being sabotaged by the Clubites, and we also have strong reason to suspect that the increase of bandit raids near our country’s borders are actually the direct result of members of the Clubs Kingdom themselves. There has yet to be any casualties so far, but we believe that it will only be a matter of time before they start murdering our people. And once that happens, there is no doubt that war will end up breaking out between our countries. That is why the Spades Kingdom is coming to ask for your assistance in the event that such a catastrophe becomes reality.”

“And why should my kingdom revoke its neutrality?” Francis asked flippantly. “We are neighbors to the Clubs. If we were to ally with your kingdom, then we would be forced to bear the brunt of their attack, and I will not risk my people dying for some silly little squabble that your king has with Ivan. You may leave now,” he stated with a wave of his hand.

The instant dismissal shocked Allistor, his tongue feeling like cotton in his mouth.

“Francis… Don’t be so quick,” the young woman next to him scolded gently, tapping his arm. Queen Lili… “Surely it would be best to hear what our Ace has to say about the situation?”

A drawn-out sigh fell from Francis’s lips. “...Very well, my dear. If that is what you wish.” Blue eyes slid over Allistor to look behind him, the king’s gaze focusing on the person there. “What is your take on all of this?”

Soft footsteps approached, Allistor unable to resist turning towards the man that soon stood beside him, and he couldn’t stop his heart from leaping in his chest. Matthew. He should’ve been able to guess earlier from the way that Matthew had fought that he would’ve ended up being the Diamond’s Ace, but he had found himself far too distracted by the energy between them to put two and two together.

Matthew glanced over at Allistor with a small sheepish smile, and the redhead would’ve sworn that he could hear the echo of his voice inside his head again. And once Matthew began speaking, there was no doubt that it had indeed been the blonde’s voice that he had heard earlier. His only question was how, when they had been no where near each other at the time.

Clearing his throat, Matthew gently readjusted his tie as he looked up at his king. “You worry about the possibility of war, of having to fight against the Clubs, of the threat of invasion… The problem that you don’t see, however, is that if they are already indeed sabotaging trade routes with the Spades and attacking them at their borders, then there’s the possibility that they’ve already been invading our kingdom,” Matthew reasoned, lifting his chin and making Francis flinch imperceptibly with his cool gaze. “Yes, it may be possible that they’re going through the Hearts Kingdom instead in order to get to the Spades, but considering the size of the military that the Hearts possess, that seems more unlikely. And if they’re that willing to violate our borders during a time of peace, then there would be nothing stopping them from taking up more violent measures once a war breaks out. They would use our kingdom as a stepping stone in order to fight against the Spades, draining our resources and murdering our people…”

Francis opened his mouth as if to object, but Matthew was already speaking again, and his question made the king pale.

“...Are you really willing to let your people die for nothing?”

A heavy silence filled the room before Francis eventually turned to Vash. “When you’re able to, will you check with our traders and see to it that property security protocols are put in place to make sure that none of our trade goods are stolen in the future? Find out the extent of any thievery that has occurred.”

“Yes, my King,” Vash stated, a hand over his chest as he stood up and gave a slight bow before Francis. “Come, sister. We will have much to do.”

“But brother, they look so cute together!” the Queen protested, making a flush rise to the Aces’ cheeks as they quickly looked away from each other. “And our guests have yet to have dinner after such a long journey. We can’t forget our hospitality!”

Vash merely sighed, dragging a hand down his face in exasperation. “Fine. But have Emma help you if you’re that stubborn about it!” he stated before exiting the throne room.

“Ah, yes, dinner! We cannot simply forget that!” Francis proclaimed, his spirits seeming to be instantly lifted as talk was drawn away from the serious matter at hand. “We’ll have to let our guests try the best wine that we have, and the braised ducks… Mon dieu, there’s so much that they need to try while they’re here…” he stated, continuing to murmur various dinner plans with Lili.

“Excuse me, your Majesty--” Allistor started, only to be cut off as Matthew placed a hand on his shoulder and stepped forward.

“Francis. I know you don’t like the thought of going to war, and I’m glad that you’ve taken up matters in regards to the trade routes, but I would think that the safety of our kingdom is more important than a few meals… If the reports from our Spadian friends are correct, and there are indeed being attacks on their villages by the Clubs Kingdom, then we need to know how and where they may be coming through our kingdom. And for all we know, the Clubs may even be enlisting people from our own border villages in order to plan for an all-out war--”

“Matthew, Matthew, Matthew. Our people are loyal to us, and they wouldn’t dare defect to another kingdom. You worry too much! It’ll give you wrinkles,” Francis stated, waving his hand in dismissal. “What we all need right now is food and a good wine. I could use a drink…”

The Ace deadpanned as he stared up at his King. “No, drinking will give you wrinkles and gray hair, and it’s starting to show.”

There was a moment of silence as horror crept across Francis’s features. Quickly clearing his throat, he stood up, quickly smoothing his clothing out. “Yes, well, if you indeed believe that checking on the villages would be the best course of action, I’ll let you accompany our guests there. I’ll leave the situation in your hands.” Clapping his hands together, he gestured to the knight that was standing off to the side. Allistor vaguely recognized the man as the one who had been escorting himself and Dylan through the castle. “Claude, if you would take Dylan to his room so he may freshen up before dinner. Matthew, you take care of Allistor. And then we’ll reconvene for dinner!”

Lili gave Matthew and Allistor a small wave as she stood up and linked an arm through Francis’s before leading the flustered king out of the room, offering the man soothing words. Dylan and Claude were quick to follow after them, leaving the Aces to themselves.

As the door swung closed with a resounding thud, Matthew finally let out a sigh, dragging his hand down his face. Turning towards Allistor, he offered the redhead a gentle smile that managed to make his stomach do little flips. “I’m...really sorry about all of that. Dealing with Francis and trying to make him do anything is like trying to reason with a child.”

“Yes, well, I can see now why Arthur weaseled his way out of coming himself…” Allistor mumbled tiredly, though for the time being he was too distracted by Matthew’s presence to truly bring himself to care. Perhaps he might even thank his brother whenever he saw him again. “...I didn’t think I’d see you again after earlier.” The statement was out of his mouth before he could stop himself. “Though I understand now how you were able to beat me so easily, if you’re the Ace of this kingdom.”

Matthew merely smiled, holding back a chuckle. “Perhaps that’s part of it. But you were also too distracted,” he stated, gently poking Allistor’s nose as he walked past him.

Allistor blinked, frozen in place for a few seconds before turning and hurrying after the man. “You said that earlier. After we were sparring. I heard you in my head. How?” he asked as Matthew stopped outside the doorway of a vast library.

Looking over at Allistor, Matthew hummed, tilting his head. “What do you know about magic?”

The question caught the redhead off-guard, but he still answered regardless. “That it’s different for everyone and manifests itself in different forms. Even if there are multiple siblings born with magic, their magic abilities will each be different and unique.”

“They’ll have a different resonance, you mean,” Matthew corrected. “They’ll have a different wavelength.”

Allistor thought it over as Matthew led him through the towering shelves to one of the corners of the room. “Yes,” he conceded as he watched Matthew pluck a book from one of the shelves, raising an eyebrow as a hidden doorway opened from the wall. It revealed a long unlit hallway, where Allistor could just barely make out a faint pinprick of light at the end. “Every magic user’s wavelength is different,” he repeated, following after Matthew.

The blonde was silent for a few moments as they continued walking towards the end of the hallway. Their arms occasionally brushed against each other, causing small electric tingles to course through Allistor. It made his heart beat just a little bit faster.

“What if it was possible for two people to share a magic resonance?” Matthew asked quietly as they got closer to the light source.

Now Allistor could see that it was a small window that overlooked one of the sprawling gardens that decorated the palace grounds. The hallway itself seemed to be a deadend, which made Allistor raise an eyebrow. “...Is it even possible?” Allistor asked, turning to look at the half of Matthew’s face that he could see in the dim light.

Slipping off one of his gloves, Matthew pressed his hand against the stone wall. A faint golden glow emanated from his palm as the stones soon parted before them, leaving an opening big enough for them to walk out into the garden.

Instinctively, Allistor reached out and grasped Matthew’s bare hand as the blonde led him over to one of the nearby benches where they sat in silence for a few moments, watching the way the moonlight danced across the petals and leaves of the surrounding flowers. The way it glinted off the water of the fountain.

“Our kingdom has a story…” Matthew began, smoothing his thumb against the top of Allistor’s gloved hand. “About how magic is the heart and soul of the four kingdoms, and that’s why only the select few that are blessed with magic are destined to rule within the kingdoms…”

“...What does that have to do with two people who share a magic resonance?” Allistor asked quietly, though he was sure that he already knew the answer to his own question. After all, Francis’s question was still echoing in his ears.

Matthew’s smile was shy as he glanced over at Allistor. It was a drastic contrast to the look the blonde had on his face as he had unflinchingly stared down and reprimanded his own king. But Allistor found himself loving both.

“The story has a word for it… They’re called soulmates.”

[natileroxs]

My Hetalia Ships Part 1

Here are all my ships of Hetalia so far

Please reblog if you post any of these ships. I’ll follow you

America x Japan

England x France

Sweden x Finland

Italy x Germany

Prussia x Canada

Russia x Lithuania

Switzerland x Austria

Belarus x Lichtenstein

:( Couldn’t find a gif of Lichtenstein

Italy x Holy Roman Empire

Spain x Romano

Norway x Denmark

[the-writer-ofthe-fandoms]

Smiles (APH Russia)

Pairing: APH!Russia x Country!Reader Words: 720+ Warning(s): Just hetalia antics A/N: Here we go, some weeb stuff for anyone that still likes hetalia. this is probably just a one off thing, idk if ill ever do another hetalia one-shot.

Ah World Meetings... They were so chaotic no matter what was being discussed. The conferences have gone like this for so many years, it doesn’t even phase you anymore. The only thing that surprised anymore you were the occasional meetings that actually accomplished something.  

You were currently watching the chaos before you in the meeting room, your head propped up by your hand. England and France were arguing about who knows what, America was shouting about some super hero bullshit, Switzerland was threatening to beat people with his peace prize, the Italian twins were also arguing, and everyone else seemed to be doing their own thing. Of course, you observed Germany for a few seconds at a time to catch the moment when he eventually starts yelling for everyone to act accordingly.

Another country you eyed was Russia. He was always interested you in many ways. One of the reasons is his smile he wears during these messy meetings, you don’t know how he could be so happy during this mess of a World Meeting. You were also interested him due to his “innocent yet somehow very scary” appearance. There were so many rumors about him told to you from other nations, but from the interactions you had with him, he seemed decent enough. Plus he was pretty cute as well.

It seems you’ve stared long enough at Russia for his purpled hued eyes to meet yours. Your face flushed with slight embarrassment. You offer the nation a sheepish smile, and he surprised you with a grin and a wave. You felt bad for staring, and you were about to mouth an apology his way, but Germany’s yelling stole your attention from the Russian nation.  

---

You exhaled deeply from your nose as you gathered your belongings. The nations were finally able to get something done, but of course, another fight broke out between France and England. So ultimately nothing got fully done today. Usually it wouldn’t make you so irate, but during the two countries scuffle, they bumped into you and knocked you to the ground. You had a bright red mark on your forehead now.

“(Country Name) I’m sorry for the incident. We were so close to getting work done.” Germany sighed as he stood next to you. You can see his eyes were focused on the mark on your forehead. “Maybe you should go to the infirmary.”

“I think I will be fine, thank you for the concern.” You lightly rubbed your forehead. “Too bad we couldn’t finish the meeting properly, huh Germany?”

“Ja, too bad indeed, hopefully tomorrow will be different. Have a good day, (Country Name).” Germany gave you a polite wave

You returned the wave with a smile, “You too!” You watched the German nation leave the conference room, Italy and Japan joining him. You slung your bag over your shoulder and were about to take your leave, when you felt a tap on your other shoulder. You spun around and were face to face with Russia. He had his usual cute smile on his face has he looked down due to height difference.

“Oh, uh hello, Russia! Sorry for staring during the meeting, probably was really awkward, huh?” You felt like you had made it even more awkward between you and the other nation.  

“It is no problem, (Country Name). And I ask why did you stare at me though?” He tilted his head in a cute manner.

“I was just wondering how you can stay so calm during the meetings.” You decided not to fully tell him the truth about thinking he was cute too. “And I was bored of hearing America’s same old hero crap.”

“Da, his talk of being the hero gets... tiring at times. I also wanted to ask you a question.”

“Oh?” You were a bit intrigued on what the tall nation wanted to ask you.

“I was wondering if you would like to go to a nearby café with me?” You were a bit taken back, was he asking you on a date?

“U-Uh yeah sure.” Your face felt warmer than normal as your stared at his face. You noticed his cheeks were a cute pink.

“Then let us be off.” He looped your arm with his, Russia’s other hand was placed on yours as he and you walked out of the conference room.

[unnecessary-hetalia-headcanons]

Rules + Preferences

Scarlett’s Ship List 

 Otps

 Austria x Hungary 

Prussia x Hungary

 Bulgaria x Hungary

 Switzerland x Hungary

 Seychelles x Australia

 Austria x Switzerland 

France x Spain

 France x Netherlands

 France x Belgium 

Belgium x Spain

 Belgium x Denmark 

Ukraine x Estonia

 Belarus x Lithuania 

Belarus x Norway

 Romania x Bulgaria 

 Liechtenstein x Luxembourg 

Taiwan x Netherlands

 France x England 

 America x Japan (done correctly) 

 Others are good too and I don’t mind writing for them at all but these are my personal preferences to write for because of their lack of content (exception of the latter two) and potential I don’t see talked about enough. I will not write for any of the following romantically - Incest ships such as USUK or Spamano. - Overly popular ships like Gerita. There’s no need for me to cover it because like 20 other headcanon blogs have done so. Maybe I’ll consider doing one or two, but I’d rather play to the wallflower ships. - Ships I’ve had a bad experience with. These seem to overlap with incest ships almost entirely so it shouldn’t be a huge thing butttt just in case I’m sticking this bad boy on here. I’m to lazy to list. Thank you for listening to my opinions and preferences. Feel free to send me an ask even if the ship doesn’t fall on my list. As long as it doesn’t make my ‘will not write’ criteria you’re in good shape.

What I won’t write

I will not be writing anything on this blog related to mental disorders, self-harm or suicide. I find those to be really depressing and unnecessary and I want this to be a safe space.

I will not be writing sexual headcanons. They’re just not my thing, I prefer to build on characters instead. 

I will NOT be writing about any recent world events, genocides, political events, or atrocities. It’s wrong and dehumanizes people in those situations. Istg if I had to see one more “Poor aph China” posts during covid I was going to throw my laptop across the room. Hetalia can be used to represent history positively, and I appreciate that, but sympathizing with anime characters rather than real people is a big no for me and thus none of these topics will be discussed on my blog. 

[fondueburger]

don quixote was a steel driving man, my name is adam im your biggest fan

whoever decided to add kimya dawson + the moldy peaches to juno i’m giving them a big fat kiss

[feynavaley]

Tag Game

Rules: Answer 11 questions – Add 11 of your own – Tag 11 people  Since @meet-the-mun-spaz tagged me back, I’d be happy to answer!

1) What’s your favourite book/movie? I’ve already talked about my favourite book [x], so I’ll answer with my favourite movie, and that’s the Lord of the Rings trilogy. There are some other movies I like, but not as much as this one.

2) How many countries have you been to? (And if you’ve only lived in America, how many states have you been to?) I’ve sadly never been outside of Europe, and since my father loathes travelling I mostly stayed in Italy with my family (we visited a lot of places in Italy though). Aside from that, I’ve only been to Scotland (and I left my heart there), Spain, Germany, Austria, Switzerland (I lived there for some time) and of course Vatican City and San Marino, if they count xD. (actually, I’m a frequent visitor of San Marino because I have two good friends living there.) Somewhere next autumn or winter I’ll go to France, though.

3) What was your favourite kid’s tv show? I wasn’t really allowed to watch much TV when I was a kid, but my favourite show was Digimon Adventure when I was in grade school. Earlier, it was Tom and Jerry.

4) What’s your go to comfort food? Pizza. I sound like a stereotype, but I just really love pizza.

5) Tea or coffee? Okay, this is hard. Speaking only about taste, I would go with tea, I absolutely adore it. I drink at least a cup of green tea every day, even in summer, and I love trying new flavours. Said this, I absolutely need coffee (more specifically, Italian coffee, the American version is way too dilute to have any effect) to function, so if I had to give up one of them I would, very regretfully, give up tea.

6) If you could get a tattoo, what would it be? Not a great fan of tattoos, to be honest, so I’ve never truly thought about it. But, I guess that if I were to get one it would be a small decorative symbol on my ankle, only in black. I’ve seen a couple and they were cute. I don’t know what though.

7) Do you listen to (ie podcast, music, youtube, let’s play) that helps you focus the most? No, I hardly ever listen to music. I concentrate better in silence.

8) If you could pick up a new hobby what would it be? If I had some time, I would love learning to draw.

9) Would you ever want to be famous and what for? The idea of being truly famous isn’t very appealing to me. Even when I wanted to become a writer, my best scenario was a writer who sells enough books to have a comfortable life, but not truly famous. I won’t deny that sometimes I have toyed with the dream of becoming an acclaimed author, but it has more to do with a matter of validation – in truth, I don’t like being at the centre of attention. I wouldn’t enjoy fame after the first like 2 days. Given my field of studies (pharmaceutical research), however, I would love becoming famous because I made an important discovery – not for the fame itself, but because it would mean helping many people.

10) What are you most thankful for? Having a loving family. I mean, my parents aren’t perfect and they made a lot of mistakes with us, we do have a somehow strained relationship (many people on tumblr would definitely mark them as ‘emotionally abusive’ lol), but they always did everything with good intentions and they taught me a lot. Moreover, I know that, for how much they might disapprove of my choices (and they wouldn’t hide it), they would support me if I were in a situation where I would truly need them.

11) And to spread some love, who’s your favourite blog and why? Don’t make me choose only one xD, I love every single blog I follow and listing them would be too long... I’ll mention some though.

Mixed content blogs: @tyto11, @sandwich130, @shinysteph, @servuscallidus, @scarlet--holmes, @missnimbus, @headphonemaiden, @mandelene, @meet-the-mun-spaz (also beautiful art!), @verymemeingfulart (beautiful art as well), @themindlesssheep (bonus points for beautiful art), @dreamysyanas (some truly beautiful original art), @awkwardlittleintrovert, @celestialponcle;

Hetalia blogs (fanart and not): @hetascanlations, @ellawritesficssometimes, @heta-cannons, @humourtalia, @hsalpen, @platonic-hetalia, @red-roses-and-tea, @aph-face-family, @hetalia-fanfic-suggestions;

Wonderful ask blogs: @ask-the-anglosphere, @ask-the-miser-na-bros, @ask-teacher-francis (I found this out recently and fell in love), @ask-ok-hero, @ask-aph-paranormal-detectives (currently on hiatus but absolutely worth checking out).

Since I was basically tagged back, I feel really awkward tagging other people, but anybody who wants to do it feel free! My questions haven’t changed:

What’s the last dream you remember?

Which colour would you paint your room if you could choose anything?

Would you rather live in an independent house or a flat?

What are your favourite names? (you can choose any language for this one)

At what age did you get your first mobile phone?

One thing that you would absolutely do if you didn’t have any monetary/time restraint.

Are you afraid of heights?

What is your earliest memory?

How many languages can you speak fluently (or semi-fluently)?

What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever been given?

As a child, what was your favourite game?

[ao3feed-yurionice]

NATIONS ON ICE

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2i0A6ci

by SpadesAndClovers

[Hetalia X Yuri!!! On Ice] A pair skating with their nation personification? What could possibly go wrong? Nothing, right?

Words: 769, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Hetalia: Axis Powers, Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Yuri Plisetsky, Jean-Jacques Leroy, Christophe Giacometti, Lee Seung Gil, Leo de la Iglesia, Michele Crispino, Sara Crispino, Emil Nekola, Phichit Chulanont, Japan (Hetalia), Russia (Hetalia), Canada (Hetalia), Switzerland (Hetalia), South Korea (Hetalia), America (Hetalia), Ji Guang-Hong, China (Hetalia), South Italy (Hetalia), North Italy (Hetalia), Czech Republic (Hetalia), Thailand (Hetalia)

Additional Tags: Crossover, Crack Crossover, Yuri on ice x hetalia, Aph nations, SKATE SQUAD, Basically the story about nations meeting the skater, The Hetalia crossover nobody asked for

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2i0A6ci