#donausoblau

[ainsi-marcherons-blog]

@donausoblau​ liked for a starter

A slow clap started as the song finally ended, France mesmerized by the sweet melodic sounds of the piano filling the empty ballroom. More likely than not, Austria had assumed he was here alone, many of the other nations had vanished from the hotel, indulging in the nightlife around the area.After a long day of conferences, he didn’t blame them, but his old bones preferred staying inside for the evening. It seemed like Austria too had the same idea. “I didn’t know that you still played...” 

[eminenz]

Wer kann Stift Melk erkennen? Nein, links ist Schloss Schönbühel von hinten. #stiftmelk #schönbühel #latergram #abend #abendstimmung #wachau #igers #igersnoe #igersaustria #holiday #summer #donau #danube #donausoblau #heaven #view #wald #outdoors #nature #ausflug #sommerfrische (hier: Schönbühel, Niederösterreich, Austria) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnzFNmOn1A_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1q3o19t2e5jrc

[damnprussia]

★ (if you still do the meme)

send my character a ★ and i’ll bold everything they feel toward your character

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // You’re nice // You’re mean // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

[berlinkoenig-blog]

@donausoblau cont.

Austria is freaking out inwardly. He isn’t ready for this. He is in no way ready for this. Things like this were made for closed rooms, or at least places where he doesn’t need to imagine the judgmental stares of other people on him.

Rationally, he knows it’s a lot more likely no one is caring anyway, and yet he feels so scared his limbs are shaking and his fingers are digging into Gilbert’s shirt for support. Still, he doesn’t want to push Gilbert away or end the kiss abruptly either. He doesn’t want Gilbert to think he is ashamed of being seen with him. That would be unfair because Roderich knows Gilbert is not the problem. His own attitude is.

Gilbert pulled away slowly when he felt Roderichs’ shaking hand on his shirt. He watched him carefully afterwards, offering a weak smile. “Sorry,” he said quietly, before glancing around. They were in the middle of taking a walk in the Berlin Tiergarten - really, not far away was a woman with her top off, sunbathing. Gilbert couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t even twenty degrees outside.

But, yet, nobody seemed to mind. People went past them as if it were nothing. It was Berlin, really, so they could have both started to have sex and they’d hardly get a glance. But still, he didn’t judge Roderich’s hesitance. “Nobody seemed to care. I just...had something come over me, I suppose.”

[softkopfkino-blog]

@donausoblau from here. 

“I don’t mind sharing,” Ludwig answered with a nod. “I’m afraid I may have over beaten the mixture a little as the cake is more dense than usual. Hopefully it’s not too noticeable.” 

[elastadelreino]

キタ━━━(゜∀゜)━━━!!!!! : What does your muse do when very excited? & ┐('～`；)┌ : When your muse can't answer something, what do they do?

キタ━━━(゜∀゜)━━━!!!!! : What does your muse do when very excited?

If it’s something public, he will move his arms a lot and even jump up and down like a pre-pubescent girl. Generally making a lot of noise and becoming a flurry of motion. 

If it’s something private, however, or something that touches his soul, he will just become more still than usual, start breathing deeper and get that stupid, dopey smile on his face. 

┐('～`；)┌ : When your muse can't answer something, what do they do?

He will either stumble or try to divert the conversation (not very subtly) to a topic he controls. Example:Q: What is the meaning of life?A: Mmm... have you tried grilled calamari? 

[suomi-finland-blog1]

☂ ━ What’s your favorite kind of weather and why?

☂ ━ What’s your favorite kind of weather and why?

Overcast/heavy clouds, also rainy weather like I have no problem with it. It almost never fails to rain on my birthday every year so just I learn to love it when it happens 

[uriciu]

👋

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

What can she say? Roderich is undeniably handsome.

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗*(how close a friend they consider them)

*Hoping to improve their friendship in the future!

SEXUAL DESIRE:💗(wanting to have sex with them)

She has never actually thought about it to be honest.

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗(hoping for a romantic relationship)

Again, she hasn’t thought about it despite admiring how well he cleans up in a suit.

💔 Non-existent💗 Very low💗💗 A little💗💗💗 Hopeful💗💗💗💗 High💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

[mou-man-tai]

Vampire

halloween asks

vampire - what is your favorite supernatural creature?

“Dragons, obviously. The ones that live in my area bring positive energy and good luck; sometimes they come down from the mountains to bathe in the harbour. The city’s grown pretty high, but I made sure that some of the buildings had gaps built in so the dragons could still find a way through. Nothing’s scarier than the wrath of a dragon, y’know?”

[hollokiralyno]

👻Horror Flick

👻Horror Flick: Do you like scary movies? If so, which one is your favorite?

“I do like scary movies!

As for favourite... Hmm. You can’t go wrong with The Shining, and Wolf Creek is super tense! I think I just like gore, haha.”

[adotjones]

🍔

🍔- Favorite food?

//BURRITOS. Tacos. Nachos. All the fake Mexican food I can get my hands on. 

[allesanderrei-blog]

"Sorry, but, um... am I the only one confused here? Why hasn't anyone else showed up?"

“Uh, don’t worry! I’m sure they’ll show up eventually. Heh.” Henri seemed somewhat intimidated by the other country’s demeanor. Roderich had always been a country he looked up to from afar, as with many nations, but he hadn’t had very many opportunities to actually interact with or spend time with him, This get together at his house in Luxembourg was supposed to be his opportunity to get to know some of the older countries, but it seemed that most of the ones that had RSVP’d had to call to cancel for one reason or another. Or seemed to have just simply forgotten. He couldn’t blame them for being busy.

[coolmintcanadian-blog]

☎

Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone:

NAME: 🇦🇹 Roderich

RINGTONE: This, because remembering the pigeons cheers him up immediately. He is also perfectly aware that the music is not Austrian, but it’s classical so clearly that’s good enough for him. 

PICTURE: It’s an uncomfortably up close image of Roderich’s nose for some reason. It was originally a mistake, but Matthew has been much too lazy to fix it. 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: They’re very sweet. 

LAST TEXT SENT: yeah, maple candy's basically just pure sugar :) I hope you like the sweets!!

[damnprussia]

Terms of Surrender

@donausoblau

A very well-packaged box arrived on Roderich’s desk one morning in late September. On the outside, it was very unremarkable, but the inside had a very carefully-folded uniform and a letter. It was written in calligraphic ink in a style of writing that nowadays, was only seen in museums.

As if they were at war, Gilbert was negotiating a ‘terms of surrender’ over the disputed administration of Schleswig-Holstein. The Kingdom of Prussia was accepting “unconditional surrender” against the “overwhelming force of Austria and her allies”.

This “meeting” would take place at Roderich’s home address - not nearly as impressive as the Belvedere palace in Vienna, but Gilbert received several angry messages when he inquired about renting various rooms for ‘culturally significant re-enactment events’. Somehow, telling them that he was a member of the Prussian Heritage Foundation did not help this matter.

He also dated it for a significant date - 26 October 2018 in the late afternoon. Of course, the actual war had ended in July, but they were already throwing historical accuracy out the window.

(He also knew he couldn’t make it too early in the morning, as these things are oft to happen. He was dealing primarily with Roderich, after all.)

It was signed with Gilbert’s historic signature, and sealed with a wax seal from the House of Hohenzollern.

Beneath it, wrapped in brown paper, was Austria’s uniform from the forementioned war - fully restored to nearly-new condition. Any bloodstains were cleaned professionally, and rips or tears had been stitched and renewed. Boots had been cleaned and polished.

On the very special day, there was no phone call from Gilbert as he usually did when a birthday rolled around. In fact, there was no communication at all, until the late afternoon.

A white horse, decorated in Prussian military colours, could be heard very gently trotting down the street towards the home of Roderich Edelstein. Nobody knew where the damned horse had come from - certainly not the two people walking their dog who passed the strange sight. But Gilbert rode tall atop the horse, dressed in full mid-1800s Prussian regalia, as he had long ago. 

The only historically inaccurate bit were his headphones in his ears. The music he listened to drowned out the ghost of Otto von Bismarck, who was probably repeatedly telling him that this was perhaps the most shameful thing he could have ever do, ever.

(At this point, Gilbert was a professional at engineering his own crippling loss, so he didn’t need any more encouragement, really.)

Stopping in the yard, he announced his presence via obnoxious horn, to a few bars of “Bohemian Rhapsody”, simply because that was what was playing in his ears in that moment, He never was actually the one to play the horn back during these times, so he was improvising.

Queen was silenced for now, to comfort him at a later time, and his phone was put away. The horse was tied up, saddle was loosened, and she was given a lot of oats for being a good sport.

With a firm wave to Roderich’s neighbour, who was staring out the window incredulously from the display, Gilbert approached the house to announce his arrival.

[berlinkoenig-blog]

( ﾟヮﾟ) : When is your muse happiest? & (ﾟ∀ﾟ) : If your muse was a drug, what kind would they be?

( ﾟヮﾟ) : When is your muse happiest?

Nowadays he’s happiest when he’s with people that he loves and he sees that they’re happy. Nowadays he mostly lives for other people so seeing them happy, especially with him, is very fulfilling to him. But if you want to see a very rare, very special joy, is when someone takes a genuine interest in his history and wants to talk about it. That’s not seen as much, though.

(ﾟ∀ﾟ) : If your muse was a drug, what kind would they be?

vicodin lol, he takes so much of it........

[softkopfkino-blog]

@donausoblau from here. 

“I should have known,” Ludwig replied, holding out his hands to relieve Roderich of the Black Forest Cake. “it looks impeccable. Thank you.”