#hetalia england fanfiction

[somehow-a-writer]

A Curious Flying Friend {England X Reader}

It was a cool autumn day, not too warm nor cool with a gentle breeze and few clouds scattered through the beautiful blue sky. (F/N) decided to take a walk through the woods behind your house, you had taken plenty of walks through there while exploring it and had found a waterfall that you loved to sit by to get away from everything and relax. Today was one of those days you decided to walk there and sit against the trunk of a large willow tree. Along the way, (F/N) made sure to be careful of the surroundings, not just your typical tree root but also anything of the supernatural variety, after all, you did not want to upset anything—especially any fae in the surrounding woods. Upon making it to the waterfall, you sigh contently while any tension in your shoulders slowly melted away, no matter how many times you visited it was always a breathtaking sight.

(F/N) walked to the giant willow tree, sitting down at the base of the trunk before pulling a thick book from your bag and opening it. With only the sounds of the waterfall, the surrounding nature, and your heartbeat. It was true bliss. A few fae appeared, coming out from the forest, from the other side of the lake, and began gathering different items. Upon noticing (F/N) they smiled and waved at the familiar human. Having looked up at the noise, you returned their smile, waving back at the few fae that you had grown used to seeing around this area of the forest. (F/N) was quite accustomed to anything to do with the mythological at quite a young age, that was after you had learned at least the basics of most creatures.

Before you could return to your book, you felt something land on your head. Well, more like it plopped down on your head. You glance up, trying to see what it could've been aside from hearing it trying to catch its breath, the poor thing sounded tired. From what you could tell it had long ears and was a mint color, your best guess was it was some type of mythological creature but couldn't place anything with just those two things. Setting your book to the side, you very carefully and gently picked the creature up and brought it down in front of you for a better look. As (F/N) brought it down, the creature perked up slightly, watching the female curiously the mint-colored animal tilted its head while its ears perked up. After looking over for a moment while taking in its looks,  your (e/c) eyes filled with genuine curiosity, you noted it looked like a typical bunny but it had mings and was completely colored like mint ice cream. You giggle softly as you set it on your lap, petting it lightly while watching it nuzzling into your touch. It warmed up to you surprisingly fast, (F/N) took notice and assumed it was somehow used to people, though you still had absolutely no idea what it could be. Well aside from being rather cute that is, that was definitely obvious.

(F/N) went back to the book that was temporarily forgotten about, still petting the flying bunny in your lap. A few minutes passed by before you could hear distant shouting, it was still too faint to make out so you continued on your book, making sure to keep to also pay attention to the yells for if they got closer. They did in fact after a little bit more, it sounded like a male's voice shouting a name. "-BUNNY!? WHERE DID YOU GET TO!?" 'Bunny? Could they potentially be looking for this cutie? Hmmm... It doesn't seem fazed, I'll wait a bit longer...' You thought to yourself, scratching under the mystical bunny's chin, which it replied happily to.

The voice eventually grew louder till before you knew it a figure was bursting from the forest, a few feet from where you were sitting. You look up towards the sound of the noise, not having much time to get up earlier due to getting slightly distracted with your book, you notice a male looking around. He had shaggy blonde hair, his clothes slightly messy and torn from running through the forest but nothing that couldn't be easily fixed. He sighs, scratching the back of his neck as he makes sure to slowly take in his surroundings, obviously looking for something or someone. "Flying Mint Bunny where could you have possibly gone this time?" Upon hearing the voice, the creature in your lap sits up, looking towards the male. "Oh? Do you know him, little one?" You look between the two, standing up while holding the fluffy winged bunny close to you, and began walking over to the mysterious male. 

"Excuse me, i-is this who you c-could be looking for, sir?" (F/N) asks, trying to hold back the nervous stutter which was difficult around new people. The male turned around studying you for a moment, a small blush growing as he started into your (e/c) orbs, (h/l) (h/c) blowing in the gentle breeze, almost forgetting to respond. "O-Oh, apologies for staring... To answer your question though, yes, that is precisely who I was looking for. She loves to fly off to distract me, essentially forcing me to take a break. Thank you for watching her. What is your name?" He states with a friendly smile, his English accent making you blush a little. "I-It was no problem... My n-name is (F/N) (L/N), may I ask yours as well?" You ask, sticking your hands out with Flying Mint Bunny in them towards the British male, who carefully takes her, scratching her head a little. "Oh my, excuse me how ungentlemanly of me, my apologies dear. I'm Arthur Kirkland, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." You shake your head, smiling at the two with a little chuckle, thinking about how cute they looked together. "It's fine, no need to worry. The pleasure is all mine Arthur.”

"If I may ask dear, you can see Flying Mint Bunny, can you do magic or see any other mythological things?" Arthur asks, tilting his head slightly. "I don't do magic but I can see mythological creatures and such, basically my whole life. What about you, Mr. Kirkland." You nod, despite Arthur looking around your age, it seemed right to use mister when referring to him. With a light chuckle upon hearing himself being called 'mister', he responds. "There's no need for formalities, please just call me Arthur, (F/N). Also, I can do magic as well as see different creatures. Most of my friends don't take me seriously about it... It's nice meeting someone else who can see, however. U-Um... I-If you're not busy, would you be i-interested in having some company?" A  blush quickly spread across his face, glancing away at the end. Arthur understood if you didn't but was honestly hoping you would, you had piqued his interest immediately and it only grew. "Hm? O-Oh yes, that's completely fine! I would actually enjoy that quite a bit, you seem like an interesting guy, Arthur." You replied, blushing as well with a small smile. Arthur nods, following you back to where you were sitting under the willow prior to his arrival.

The two of you talked for hours, continuing until you noticed it was starting to become nightfall, and agreed it was a good idea to start heading back. Arthur and (F/N) carefully walked together through the woods towards the town, continuing to chat along the way. As it grew darker through the walk in the forest, Arthur kept (F/N) close, making sure nothing happened to his new friend. After a bit, they made it out and to the other side of the forest. "Hey um... If you'd like, you can stay at my house for the night, we have a spare room you can use. O-Only if you want to though! J-Just thought I would o-offer because it's right over here and I wasn't sure how far your house was and-" Arthur cut off your rambles before you got the chance to panic anymore over a potential misunderstanding. "Thank you for the offer, dear, I would greatly appreciate it. That is, as long as it's no trouble to you or anyone else." "It's no problem! I share it with my friend, and we have an extra room. I'm not sure if it's occupied already or not, but we can always figure something out if that's the case." You explain, taking his hand in your own without thinking as you lead him towards your house. Arthur's face instantly flushed at the contact, thankful that the night and staying behind you could mostly hide this. 

After you both had entered the house, you took off your coat and shoes, setting them aside, Arthur did the same, following your lead. "Are you hungry? I think we have some leftovers or I can make something quick?" "N-Now that you mention it, I am hungry. I'm fine with whatever you choose, love." (F/N) nods, heading towards the kitchen as Arthur and Flying Mint Bunny follow, you open the fridge and scan its contents for something, anything. "How about some (f/f)?" Arthur nods, you take it out and put some on two plates, warming them up quickly before setting them on the nearby table. "Would you like anything to drink?" "Water is fine. Thank you for dinner, you're quite the sweetheart." Arthur compliments, taking a seat at the table while smiling at you. Now it was your turn to blush as a shy smile creeps its way to your lips while you get a couple of glasses of water. "Y-You're welcome a-and t-thank you as well. You're quite lovely yourself." You state, returning to the table and setting the drinks down before sitting. You ate in a comfortable silence and once you were finished, Arthur helped you wash up the few dishes you used.

"Would you like a shower or anything? I might have some clothes that my brother gave me that you could wear if you wanted. One moment while I check if the guest room is available." Arthur nods as you walk down the hall, left in the living room to consider your polite offers. You heard your friend talking to a couple of people in their room, stopping before the door you gave it a knock. "Come in, (nickname)!" You heard a voice shout from the other side, you open the door and peer in, noticing a couple of friends of your friend in there as well, meaning the guest room would most likely be unavailable. "Hey, just a quick question. Was anyone planning on using the guest room tonight?" "Yeah, these two were. Why, what's up?" "Oh nothing, I offered to let a friend stay over since it had gotten dark out when we returned and just trying to plan where they could stay. Thanks (friend's nickname), see y'all later then. Have a nice night!" You say before closing the door again and heading back towards Arthur, you had a gut feeling this would happen but had to check anyway.

Arthur looked up from Flying Mint Bunny quickly once you returned, cheeks tinted red. "I'm sorry to say that the guest room will be occupied soon tonight... You can sleep in my room or the couch if you prefer, I-I'm sure we can set something up quickly either way." "No worries love, it's quite alright." Before Arthur could continue, Flying Mint Bunny whispered something in his ear, causing his blush to turn a few shades darker. "What are you saying, I couldn't possibly ask something like that of her!" "Hmmm? What did she say?" You tilted your head, walking closer. Arthur shook his head, quite embarrassed, as he mumbled barely loud enough for you to hear. "She said I should ask to sleep in your room... I couldn't possibly, we just met and it doesn't seem very gentlemanly of me to bother you like that..." "Ooh. It's no trouble, really. As long as you're comfortable with it I don't mind. It's not like anything will really happen." You giggle a little, but your cheeks were tinted pink. Arthur hesitates for a moment before nodding. "It you say so, love. If you don't mind, I would like to take you up on the shower offer. I would hate to dirty your sheets, I was running through the forest after all..." Arthur chuckles slightly, rubbing the back of his neck as he stands. "Of course, let me grab some clothes for you and show you the way." Walking back down the hall you showed Arthur where the bathroom was before grabbing some towels as well as a change of clothes that you got from your older brother. (F/N) returned and passed Arthur the times before explaining where your room was and the door would be open for him when he was finished. Exchanging nods, you left for your room as Arthur closed the door and did what he need to.

After a bit, Arthur walks toward your room with the clothes he was wearing neatly folded in his hands. His hair was still pretty wet as the towel hung closely over his head while the shirt you gave him was in his other hand, he wasn't one to wear shirts to bed due to comfortability. As he walked in you glanced up, the heat rising to your face again quickly. You looked him over, noticing he was fairly in shape, not the type to have abs but the type to tell he did occasionally work out. 'Shit, he's quite the looker, isn't he. Fuck, look away, look away, don't let him catch you checking him out!' You scold yourself mentally almost immediately, glancing away as he sets his clothes on the floor. "Um here's the shirt you added, I can put it on if you want but I typically don't wear them to bed due to comfortability." Arthur explains, setting the shirt at the end of your bed before trying to dry his hair off as much as he could. 

You shake your head, picking up the shirt before getting up and putting it away. "It's o-okay, you don't have to especially if you're more comfortable like this. We don't have any air mattresses and the floor isn't terribly comfortable... My bed has enough room for two and some extra space as well, i-if you don't mind sharing for a night..." You say, growing quieter at the last sentence, a blush returning to both your faces. "I-I don't mind. A-And I promise, I-I wouldn't dream of doing anything to you, love!" Arthur says, nerves taking over a bit. You giggle a little as you turn out the lights and climb into bed. "It's alright, I didn't think you would. After all, you're quite the gentleman Arthur. Goodnight, I hope you rest well." You say sleepily, exhaustion suddenly hitting you as your head hit the pillow. Arthur smiles, climbing into bed and laying down beside you. "Thank you, love. You're quite wonderful. Goodnight and sweet dreams, (F/N)." You smile as sleep over takes you before you could respond. 'He really is a gentleman. I hope we can become better friends, maybe more one day. Maybe...' Was the last thing you remember thinking before being completely overtaken by sleep. Flying Mint Bunny curled up near some of the plushies on your bed, happy her friend seemed to have found someone he could connect with so quickly. Her curiosity finally about this person seemed to finally pay off with this meeting earlier that day. She was grateful to finally meet this curious (h/c) finally after seeing them pass through the forest so often.

Note: This was inspired by a friend's suggestion for the plot. They had no idea what fandom it was for, the only premise given was "cute fluffy shit" xD to which they responded with "a curious bunny." Which wasn't really mentioned till the end, slightly cause I forgot but oh well. It's in there and makes it seem like Flying Mind Bunny is some kind of adorable mastermind lmao

[yawujin]

uggh i genuinely can't remember if you've done this already (ignore if so!) buuuut could i req with allies and axis seeing their s/o wear their clothes? i absolutely love these type of scenarios i could never get tired of em lol

heyy !! i really love these scenarios too! i think they're adorable, so thanks for the request 🤍

{ request } allies & axis | wearing their clothes ♥︎

type • established relationship , romantic relationship , cute , light hearted , scenarios , imagines , china is RICHH , england is a little intimidated(?)

❥ allies

america/alfred f. jones

he takes one look at them and smiles. who knew that his bomber jacket could look so cute─and stylish ─on his love?

a thought pops into his mind; he should get them a matching jacket! now wouldn't that look nice?

"stay right there!" he exclaims, going on to grab his phone to take a quick photo. "...and pose!" he jokes. he needed to capture how darling they looked in his clothing <3

england/arthur kirkland

they call his name, to which he just replies with a "yes?"

barely looking up from an article in the papers that has caught his attention, england sees his love wearing his very own forest green uniform blazer. he takes a double take and just stares.

he wants to say they look fantastic, elegant, stunning, distinguished. all those wonderful discriptors of how great they look in this moment.

he blinks, looking away. england is clearing his throat and swallows hard before speaking: "you look nice," he kicks himself for not speaking up. "come sit." which is subtle wording for 'oh god, come sit next to me so i can be in your presense for a little while longer'

france/francis bonnefoy

france is not one to hide his feelings. he lets them manifest however he sees fit, which usually is on his face.

his eyes go wide when he sees that his love is wearing his clothes, rushing towards them to get a better look.

france give them compliment after compliment , admiring how it looks while they're wearing it, to commenting how the colors bring out their eyes.

"you already look good in whatever you wear, so it's only natural you look good in my clothes."

canada/matthieu williams

when they joke around with the idea of them "stealing" his clothes, canada welcomes them to dig through his closet anytime to find more clothes that they think will fit and/or look good on themselves

he didn't know what he was expecting them to find, but he didn't expect them to look this adorable while wearing them

"maybe you should wear sweatshirts more often, eh?"

russia/ivan braginski

he's confused on why they would want to wear his clothes since they are so big they'll just end up not fitting them.

"if you need to be warmer, just come to me for hugs, yes?"

he's not going to admit how much he adores seeing them wear clothes that big in size 🫢 nope

china/yao wang

he takes one look at them and figures 'no, this won't do' and takes them shopping immediately

they want to tell him that they weren't implying that they wanted a new wardrobe 😭 but all the beautiful expensive clothing inside the store was so captivating

"there, see? now you don't have to wear mine"

they kind of just wanted to see if china would think they were cute or not, but new clothes works good too ദ്ദി´▽`)

❥ axis

n. italy/feliciano vargas

"ve...since when do you look so stylish?" italy flirts with them

he thinks they look really cute in his clothes, although they are only slightly bigger on them

nevertheless, he invites them to borrow any of his clothes from his closet anytime <3

germany/ludwig beilschmidt

he's kind of just staring in awe. he hadn't realized that his clothes could look that big on somebody else.

in typical germany fashion, he asks for them to fold his clothing neatly after they are done wearing them

he steps away for a while with the image of them in his clothes stuck in his head. he can feel his own heartbeat speed up. verdammt. he thinks to himself. that was so cute. they're so cute...

japan/kiku honda

similar to china, japan sees this act as a subtle hint that his love wants to buy clothing just like his

"if you wanted to match shirts with me , you could have just asked..."

he thinks about it a second more and a visible flush of pale red appears on his face. japan begins to blush at the thought of you two wearing matching clothes/pyjamas 🫣

prussia/gilbert beilschmidt

doesn't think much of it other than the fact that of course they would want to wear his clothes...they're awesome, he's awesome

"are they comfy?"

he asks half jokingly. when they say yes, his smile widens and he tells them that they're welcome to wear his clothes all they want. maybe his awesomeness will rub off on them too

s. italy/lovino vargas

he wants to tell them that they look funny, dorky, and just outright ridiculous while wearing his clothes

oh, but he can't...he thinks that them wearing his own clothes is actually pretty adorable

"yeah, you're cute. now give them back." he huffs

that image of them will now replay in his head for the rest of the week day

[ego-meliorem-esse]

July 13th, 1917

Be it from a sense of paternal concern or simply patriotic duty, Arthur made sure to leave his soldiers in the charge of an older Corporal and made his way to the quite pathetic excuse of a medical section where his son was left to rot.

Arthur had heard about the attack. He had been informed the day prior.

He had seen war and famine and sickness, but never like this. Arthur wasn't young, in any sense, and what wonders and strong political oppinions young men had, had left him a long time ago like a ship leaving the harbour in a hury to claim new land. This though, had left shock echoing within his tired, millenia old frame. He wasn't used to this.

Arthur made his way through the trenches with soldiers from every corner of the globe instantly stopping whatever they were doing prior and saluting him as if etiquette and rank mattered in hell. As if it was more importaint to greet the Higher ups than to survive long enough to even write a letter back to family. Arthur did understand that though. Routine and rules were the only thing keeping these poor and wretched souls from being consumed by thoughts of an imminent death.

The path to the section where Matthew was held was quite straightforward and quite familiar. He had marched to and from it hundreds of times and had a sort of automatic rithm in his step. Arthur made his way to the small and damp room with a fast pace indicative of familiarity, only to stop in his tracks in the shabbily built doorframe at the sight that awaited him in the corner.

Matthew sat in the corner of the sad makeshift medical section of the trenches, his back firm against the cold, damp wall.

His once-piercing blue-grey eyes were now clouded over with milky white cataracts, rendering him completely blind. The newly used gas had stolen his sight. His skin, once tanned and healthy, now bore the sickly pallor of a much older man who had endured unimaginable suffering.

Matthew's uniform, discarded in favour of his worn down undershirt, was now a tattered and stained relic of his time in the trenches. The not-white-anymore shirt clung to his emaciated frame as if decency still mattered in hell. The physical toll of the war was clear on his body. Not that Matthew would have to worry about seeing that any time soon. His hands, which had once held a rifle with resolve, now trembled even while resting on his thighs.

Despite his physical and emotional anguish, Matthew remained seated upright, his back pressed against the unforgiving, stained wall. A testament to his resilience if there was any left, a silent protest against the horrors that had taken his sight and left him broken in body and spirit.

As he sat there, his spirit reduced to a hollow shell, Matthew's face bore a mixed expression of utter defeat and complete indifference. His lips were drawn into a thin, lifeless line, and his cheeks were gaunt from the weight of his suffering. His blank, unseeing eyes stared into the abyss, as if waiting for answers and also hoping they'd never arrive.

In that moment, Matthew was not a representation of Canada; he was a young man who had been scarred and broken by the senseless brutality of war. The trenches around him buzzed with activity, but he remained isolated in his silent world of darkness and despair. The young medics job was done. He had patched Matthew up and left him to his own misery. Matthew was grateful.

Arthur stood there silently under the doorframe for what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few seconds. A strange and unfamiliar twinge of emotion plucked and pulled on his conscience. He hadn't felt guilt in quite some time. This feeling was reserved for drunken nights spent in solitude with the doors to the room he resided in firmly locked so that his sliver of self-deprecating emotion wasn't witnessed by any but himself, while he drunk himself to unconsciousness.

He preferred the emotional solitude to this.

Arthur had believed himself to be capable of most things. Especially conversation and confrontation. He was quite good at those as centuries of existence had proved. He believed himself quite skilful with words. Most of the time he knew what to say and when to say it without it resulting in unwanted and unforeseen consequences, while still making sure his opinion was heard.

Arthur had no words forming as he stood in that doorframe. If Arthur was a good man, his reasoning would be that he felt such strong empathy and sadness that words wouldn't be enough to express the sorrow he felt at that moment. If Arthur was a good man he'd run to his son, assure him that this wouldn't happen ever again and that he was safe. If Arthur was a good man he would fall on his knees in front of his oldest son and beg for forgiveness.

Arthur wasn't a good man.

He could admit to his shortcomings, but to act on them was not in his nature.

So he stood there for another 5 or 6 minutes watching his son shallowly breathe in and out, hearing the boys lungs struggle to keep up with his muscles contraction and need for air.

He must have made a noise, as Matthew's head tilted slightly to the left, almost looking at Arthur but definitely not seeing him. Arthur looked back at him.

The room was quiet, save for the desperate plea of Matthews lungs to be put out of their misery.

Sensing nothing after a few moments, Matthew turned his head back towards the blank wall ahead.

Arthur silently turned his frame around and slowly started walking the path he had taken to get here. As he took a few steps, he released the breath he didn't know he was holding.

How he longed for that whiskey bottle and that dark room where he could lock himself in and slowly drift out of consciousness instead of facing his own mistakes.

Arthur definitely was not a good man.

[hetakinkmeme]

Welcome to the revived Hetalia Kink Meme! This will be hosted both on Tumblr and on Archiveofourown as a prompt meme challenge. I noticed that trying to only host on Tumblr led to some issues, and a lot of people don't know how to use Dreamwidth nowadays so attempting to host it there doesn't work anymore either.

Now, the Hetalia fandom isn't as big as it once was, but I'm still hoping that we manage to get some participation going.

Collection link:

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Hetalia_Kinkmeme

Please note that this is NOT affiliated with the original Hetalia Kink Meme on Dreamwidth or its corresponding collection on ao3. Their collection is named Hetalia Kink Meme(heta_kink). Ours is HetaliaKinkMeme(Hetalia_Kinkmeme).

Now, here's a quick FAQ and list of rules:

What's a prompt meme?

It's a place where you can suggest things you want to see written in your fandom, or write people's requests if you happen to see one that strikes your fancy! As a requester, click on "prompt form" and fill out the form. The fields with a * next to them are required fields, but you may choose whether to leave the other fields blank or fill them out.

Required fields: Characters(at least 1), Description(Describe what you want and don't want). That's it!

As a writer, you may click "claim" on somebody's prompt to announce your intention to write it.

But OP!! I thought prompts aren't allowed on ao3!!

You're correct. Usually. Many people don't know that there is actually a special collection challenge type on ao3 that is designed for hosting prompt memes just like this one! There is a separate section for prompts where you can upload prompts/requests. Here's a link to ao3's prompt meme FAQ:

How many prompts can we request?

I made the limit 15 per account. I think this is more than enough. Of course I can't stop you from requesting from multiple accounts but come on man... (If you want to add another prompt that badly you could also delete one of your old prompts.)

How long should our fills be?

I am unlikely to enforce any minimum, but I personally recommend at least 400 words.

Can I write a fic for a prompt that someone has already claimed?

Yes! Multiple fills per prompt are allowed. Two cakes and all that.

Are requests anonymous? What if I want to de-anon a request?

Requests are anonymous by default, but you may de-anon by unchecking the "semi-anonymous prompt" box at the end of your prompt form.

Are the collection works anonymous? What if I want to de-anon the fic I wrote?

COLLECTION WORKS ARE NOT ANONYMOUS BY DEFAULT. When uploading a fic to fulfill a prompt, you may add it to the "anonymous" collection on ao3 to keep yourself anonymous.

NOTE: You won't be able to click claim on a prompt without revealing your username. Unfortunately anonymous claims aren't possible without making the entire collection anonymous. A work around is to just upload your fic to the collection the old fashioned way and then state the prompt you're filling in your A/N.

I heavily debated whether to make the entire collection anonymous, but I ultimately wanted it to be up to the author as to whether to anon or de-anon without them being forced to leave the collection in order to de-anon.

Rules:

1. Your prompt/request must have at least a BIT of description as to what you want. Posting only something like "cat boy!Ivan x dog boy!Alfred" isn't going to do much to get anybody's imagination running. A prompt as short as the above will be considered spam and deleted. Aim to describe a bit of what you want(just a sentence or bullet points is fine, just at long as it's something) as well as what you DON'T want(any squicks etc.)

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To make your prompt fill anonymous, upload your fic to the "anonymous" collection along with this one. Unfortunately clicking "claim" on a prompt will reveal your username and there's nothing I can do to change this. You can make note of which prompt you fulfilled in your A/N.

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Prompts and fills may be submitted onto this tumblr as well, but the same rules as above apply. You may submit the same prompt on both ao3 and Tumblr or on only one of them as you wish. Prompts that do not follow the rules will be deleted.

Update: In case it isn't clear, you don't have to specifically fulfill an ao3 prompt to upload to the ao3 collection; it can be a fill for a tumblr prompt as well! You can also send the fic link here and I'll post it.

[broomcolate]

I randomly wrote a fruk fic purely for the soul, read and don't sneeze

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56280922

[mimicmimikyuwrites]

☆ Hetalia Masterlist ☆

America (Alfred F. Jones)

I love you's - GN!Reader

Summary: Little fluffy scenarios where some of my favorite nations tell a gn!reader "I love you" (America, Russia, England, Canada)

Cooking Together - GN!Reader

Summary: Cute little scenarios where you cook together with some of the nations. (America, England, Canada, Russia, France)

Bomber Jacket - Fem!Reader (SMUT)(MDNI)

Summary: Cleaning out your shared closet with your boyfriend leads to the discovery of his old bomber jacket, a jacket that you think looks a bit too good on him. So good that you can't keep your hands to yourself and one thing leads to another.

Smut Headcanons - Fem!Reader

Summary: A short, smut-filled ramble in the form of headcanons. (SMUT, MDNI)

Giving Him Head - GN!Reader (SMUT, MDNI)

Summary: Smutty little scenarios where you go down on some (America, England, Canada) of the nations. Yup. 💕

England (Arthur Kirkland)

I love you's - GN!Reader

Summary: Little fluffy scenarios where some of my favorite nations tell a gn!reader "I love you" (America, Russia, England, Canada)

Cooking Together - GN!Reader

Summary: Cute little scenarios where you cook together with some of the nations. (America, England, Canada, Russia, France)

Giving Him Head - GN!Reader (SMUT, MDNI)

Summary: Smutty little scenarios where you go down on some (America, England, Canada) of the nations. Yup. 💕

Canada (Matthew Williams)

I love you's - GN!Reader

Summary: Little fluffy scenarios where some of my favorite nations tell a gn!reader "I love you" (America, Russia, England, Canada)

Cooking Together - GN!Reader

Summary: Cute little scenarios where you cook together with some of the nations. (America, England, Canada, Russia, France)

Giving Him Head - GN!Reader (SMUT, MDNI)

Summary: Smutty little scenarios where you go down on some (America, England, Canada) of the nations. Yup. 💕

Russia (Ivan Braginsky)

I love you's - GN!Reader

Summary: Little fluffy scenarios where some of my favorite nations tell a gn!reader "I love you" (America, Russia, England, Canada)

Smut Headcanons - Fem!Reader

Summary: Just me rambling about my smut headcanons for Russia. SMUT, MDNI

Cooking Together - GN!Reader

Summary: Cute little scenarios where you cook together with some of the nations. (America, England, Canada, Russia, France)

Dating Headcanons - Male!Reader

Summary: A short list of dating headcanons for a male reader and Russia.

France (Francis Bonnefoy)

Cooking Together - GN!Reader

Summary: Cute little scenarios where you cook together with some of the nations. (America, England, Canada, Russia, France)

China (Wang Yao)

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Italy (Feliciano Vargas)

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Germany (Ludwig Bieldschmidt)

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Japan (Kiku Honda)

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[headingalaxys-spicy]

Heyyyy I love ur work so much!!! Can I request an allies x reader in which they go out on shopping and reader has the urge to buy something so ridiculous and maybe childish lmaooo like a figurine or plushie and is kinda embarrassed to admit it lmao I just wonder how the allies would react to their partner ❤️❤️

⭐️✨❤️💗 Fluff 💗❤️✨⭐️

Suitable for all so like yeah.

🇺🇸 America 🇺🇸

“Hey Y/N! Which pizza are you trying to-” 

The sandy blonde looked up from his grocery list to see that you were several paces in front of him, trying to rush off to the other side of the store. You were itching to get past a cluster of people blocking your path. This allowed Alfred some time to catch up. 

“Yo! Y/N! What’s the rush? The freezer section is to the left not all the way in the back!” 

“Yeah, I know…I uh…” Your eyes were estimating how much closer you were to the aisle you were trying to get to. “I just want to grab something real quick. You don’t have to-” 

“Well, I want to come, darlin’; show me what you’re so eager to get to.” 

You bite down on your lip, and your pace begins to slow. Alfred notes this and moves to your side, with the cart still in front of him. 

“Why’d you slow down? You were moving at breakneck speed earlier.” He playfully pokes at your cheek.

“I…..” You still had a little ways to go before you were where you wanted to be. “There this series of plushies I’ve adored since I was a kid & there is this re-release…” Your hands nervously rubbed the fabric of your hoodie. “And I really want one of them that I haven’t been able to find for the past couple of years so I can finally add it to my collection.” 

“Aw, babe.” Alfred pulls you into a bear hug and tousles your hair. “Hop in the shopping cart! Let’s get to the toy aisle ASAP!” It will feel like you’re playing a live-action game of Mario Kart with how he runs and steers the basket. 

🇨🇦 Canada 🇨🇦

As Matthew crossed out another errand that needed to be completed, he noticed that you’d been distracted by the directory. As he caught up with you, he couldn’t help but notice the excitement that began to blossom in your (eye color) eyes. His violet eyes trailed behind where yours were concentrating on. They landed on the specialty toy store that imported figurines from all across East Asia. 

“Y/N? Is that where you want to go next, maple?” 

You flinched a little when you realized that he was behind you. 

“Heh. Yeah…..” 

“Is everything alright Y/N?” 

“Yeah. I’m just worried about you judging me…. A little.” 

“Why would I do that, my sweet maple?” 

“Well, there is this one anime/manga series, and I have this collection of figurines that I’ve been trying to complete for almost ten years.” You turn your head to him so you can make eye contact with him. “And I’m just a little afraid you’ll like me less because of it. Or think I’m weird or something.” 

Matthew cocked his head to the side before he let out a polite giggle. 

“Oh, Y/N. I could never dislike you for something that makes you. YOU. Eh! Come on.” He grabbed your hand while he began to lead the way. “ I frequent this import shop. I know for a fact they just got in a new shipment this morning.” 

From there, Matthew will be comfortable enough to tell you that he comes here for all his oversized kawaii plushie needs for his secret room in his house. (He stays there when Alfred is visiting and needs to go MIA due to his social battery being dead.) 

🇨🇳 China 🇨🇳

“Come now! We have to hurry, or we’ll miss the shop before it closes for the evening!” 

Yao’s grip on your hand tightened as you made your way through the congested pedestrian traffic. Your attention was split between trying to concentrate on keeping up with him and seeing if you could spot that street vendor you’d seen before. 

So far, there has been no such luck until you saw it. The unmistakable pastel blues, pinks, and yellows that decorated the cart. 

“There!” You said absent-mindedly as your eyes lit up like a lantern. 

“Hm? Y/N the shop is at least two more blocks upwards.” Yao began to notice that walking with you while holding hands was like trying to drag a boulder. 

“Y/N! If we don’t hurry then-” When he turned around to see what had halted you in your tracks, his amber eyes immediately took note of the iconic pastel sign which read: “Chen Family Fluffy Handmade Companions.” Yao realized the look in your eyes demanded you to go over. He was about to complain about missing the chance to buy the remaining ingredients he needed to make tonight's dinner. He stopped himself when he felt his stomach rumble. 

‘Yeah, maybe it would be better to eat out tonight. I haven’t eaten since breakfast & I don’t have the patience to cook anymore.’

“Come on Y/N. Let’s go see if they have that one sparkly light-up bunny plushie I’ve seen you be mesmerized by a couple of times.” 

“REALLY?!” 

“Yes, Y/N. The last five times we’ve been to the night market together, your eyes have been glued to it.” 

“Is it that obvious?” You blush while evading his gaze to look at other illuminated signs. 

“Yes, but I find it cute. Why not just ask me to get it for you?” 

“I….I dunno….” Red consumed not only your face but your neck too.

“You’re so adorable, Y/N.” Yao removed some of the hair that had fallen in your face and tucked it behind your ear. 

“Let’s go get you that plush, then grab some dinner.” 

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

The calm early evening atmosphere of the small tea shop temporarily put your nerves at ease. However, the closer it got to 18:00, the more your eyes wandered from your phone to the cobblestone, back to your high tea. Every few minutes, you’d see someone roaming in Brilliant Bright Bee merch. It was a small, internationally known brand of accessories and plushies that you had admired for a long time. 

Your eyes bounced back once more to the grandfather clock that was stationed near the entrance. 

“Y/N love? Is everything alright? You keep spacing out & seem antsy.” Arthur looks up at you from his Earl Grey tea. 

“Yes, I’m fine, Arthur really. It’s just…” Your eyes bound once again to the cobblestone path outside only to spot a cluster of 25-30 people all wearing similar BBB merch, outfits, and plushies. They were all headed in the same direction of one of the three BBB shops in all of the U.K.

‘With that group alone, they may clean out the entire shop….AND take all the Polar Bear n’ Bee  limited edition holiday plush I’ve been pining for since July!’ A frown had anchored itself to your face. 

Arthur’s eyes followed yours to look at the crowd that was beginning to head towards the Brilliant Bright Bee shop. 

“Looking at all those blokes preparing to battle it out over that new holiday collection from that popular indie brand.” As he spoke he noticed how your eyes had widened into cavernous pools of (eye color). They looked eager to join the battle. 

“Alright, love. Alright. But we get to redo high tea at midnight.” Arthur gives you a mischievous grin as he reaches for your right hand and places a scintillating kiss on it. 

“Pardon me, waitress! I need a shot of Expresso. I need to prepare myself for a retail bloodbath! Cheers!” 

[Arthur, my man Alfred’s energy be rubbing off on you. That or you are thinking bout yo pirate days ahahahah] 

🇫🇷 France 🇫🇷

Walking hand in hand with your flamboyant Frenchman through the Parisian streets felt like a romance novel coming to life. 

“So where shall we end the night? By the river? In a late-night wine shop? On the balcony at home?” Francis was shooting off ideas since, thankfully, he didn’t have work tomorrow. 

[A certain British man drank too much booze & needed to get his stomach pumped. JK headcannoning the reason he doesn’t drink caffeine is that while he benefits for the first five hours after having expresso of any kind later on he will be praying to the porcelain god for the next day.] 

You weren’t really concentrating on much of what Francis was chattering about. You’d gotten distracted by an ad that was for these handmade bears that would have a special charm sewn into them said to bring good luck. 

“Y/N, what could possibly be taking your attention away from Moi?” Francis says while playfully snatching your phone. When his blues land on the familiar stitching logo of the toymaker a Cheshire cat-like grin adorns his place. 

“Y/N, you didn’t tell me that you liked patches d’amour (loving patches)! I know some of the people who design and craft the bears….” Francis watched your face transition from shock to pleasantly surprised he knew being flashy in this instance was better. 

“I can pull some strings & get you one mi’amour.” He pulled you in close so he could plant a kiss on your forehead. Brimming over with happiness, you almost knocked Francis over when you thanked him with a big bear hug. 

🇷🇺 Russia 🇷🇺

“Which coat do you think looks better with my scarf Y/N?” Ivan placed one coat over the other as he looked at the floor-length mirror. Originally your attention was completely on him as you helped him find a new Winter coat. 

However, you gradually became more distracted. You continued to roam toward the front of the store & stay there for extended periods of time. Ivan heard your familiar footsteps rush back towards him near the dressing rooms. 

“Sorry about that, Ivan! I was just browning some other stuff that caught my eye!” When you turned the corner, Ivan’s violet orbs landed on your smaller figure. He could see that sweat beads were forming at the top of your forehead due to running back and forth so much. 

“Eye, see what you mean. It must be a ball because you run like dog to catch it.” Ivan says through a bright smile. 

“That's a very fetching joke.” You walk closer behind him. You get onto your tip toes so you can pinch his big nose. “But also, the coat in your left hand is very fetching too.” You rubbed your nose against his, before giving it a quick peck. 

“Thanks Y/N. But, seriously, what are you looking at, sunflower?” 

“Promise you won’t laugh?” Looking at him with a slight pout which Ivan always found amusing. 

“Da. Now tell me.” 

“Sooooo. You know that build-a-bear across the way?” 

“Da.” Immediately knows where you’re going with this. 

“They just dropped the seasonal sing-a-long Holiday Bear & I really want it!” 

Ivan giggles. 

“Hey! You promised not to laugh!” 

“Not at you or in a mocking way Y/N. You are the cuteness just like the things you want. Come.” 

Ivan tossed you over his shoulder. 

“Let me buy my coat & we can go get your bear.” 

[kakashi-fangirl-ita-blog]

Hetalia Cardverse AU

Hello, I'm building the world of my Hetalia Cardverse AU fanfiction

I'm trying to sort the various character into the four suits (even though I probably won't use all of them anyways), but I need help for some, so I made a Google Doc with polls for you to vote (while choosing, remember the main characteristic about each kingdom that I listed both below and on the google doc):

The world has 4 Kingdoms:

♤Kingdom of Spades♤: military power

◇Kingdom of Diamonds◇: wealth

♡Kingdom of Hearts♡: spirituality

♧Kingdom of Clubs♧: labour

The Kings (America, France, Germany, Russia), Queens (England, Liechtenstein, Japan, Hungary), Jacks (China, Switzerland, Italy, Austria) and Jokers (Prussia, Sealand) are canon, so I need to sort the rest of the characters

I'm also sure about the Aces for every suit: Canada for Spades, Monaco for Diamonds, Romano for Hearts, Lithuania for Clubs

[adelheidsideblog]

Allies version of this post since I’m two hours into a five hour drive and bored 😉

America:

- Alfred has a high libido himself so having a partner that could keep up is a must

- I think he can go a fairly long time but the amount of rounds he can go for varies. (Unless he’s really excited, and then might cum fast, but always makes up for it)

- Definitely down for quickies, and probably has them fairly often

- Very much into public sex, he’s had sex everywhere he’s thought he could get away with it.

- I feel like he’s into edging/gooning, which draws out sessions

- Doesn’t have a lot of toys but very much willing to use them

Canada:

- Almost exactly the same as Alfred but… hornier, if possible

- If anything, you’ll be the one struggling to keep up with him

- Has to cum to go to sleep, and has to cum to start his day off

- He can get away with riskier public sex because he isn’t noticed as much

- Also really gets off to getting his partner off. There are some sessions where he uses his mouth or fingers to get his partner off multiple times but doesn’t cum himself

England:

- Doesn’t have the highest libido, but rarely turns down the offer for sex

- In his relationships he probably initiates 40% of the time, and his partner has to initiate the other 60%

- Now that he’s older I think the pace is slower, but he lasts long. I don’t think he can go for very many rounds though, 3 rounds on a good day.

- If he isn’t in the mood for fully penetrative sex he might have his partner put on a show for him (which ends in penetration 50% of the time)

- Unless he’s drunk he doesn’t like full public sex but is willing to use his hands on his partner in public

- Another one who likes to cum to help him sleep

France:

- Like England, he’s slowed down a little in his old age

- Higher libido but I think he probably has a hard time cumming, so he also lasts a while

- Medium paced. He can be rough or gentle, depending on what he thinks his partner would enjoy more.

- Lives for his partner’s orgasms. Won’t even think of cumming til he knows his partner is satisfied.

- Another munch (and is really good at it)

- I think he likes quickies but doesn’t prefer them. Especially in public.

- For the most part he’s great for a high libido partner! His love language is physical touch, so it makes him feel appreciated.

Russia:

- Unless he’s drunk, Ivan is almost always dtf

- I can see him being a pleasure dom, so he would strive to get his partner off as much as they needed

- You might be in over your head with this one. He’ll make you cum until you’re begging him to stop

- In modern days he lives alone, so he’s willing to get adventurous with where has sex inside his house but is iffy on sex anywhere else

- Has a lot of stamina, and can go for 1-4 rounds depending on what his partner needs

- Doesn’t really own or see the need for toys but if his partner really is desperate he might tie them up and leave them on a sybian til they scream

China:

- Gives you lots of grief about how he’s too old to keep up, but don’t be fooled

- Yao needs to feel needed, so having a high libido partner boosts his confidence

- Tends to go for one or two longer rounds

- I think he’s really into morning sex. It might even be his favorite.

- Another one that will make you cum til you beg him to stop

- Is really into hand stuff: if he’s in the mood he’s likely to slip his hands in your pants out of boredom

[kostevysen]

Borderlines Incorrect Quotes #25

England: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.

France: This is a lie.

France: I'm literally dating them. This is a lie.

France: HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK, WHAT IS THIS.

England: SHUT UP AND LET ME COOK!

[fireandiceland]

drabble time!! this is inspired by a conversation I had with @esperjester and @arternestkirkland over in the usukus lounge.

Here's a little usukus in the context of CanWales and ScotFra dragging England along to their couples activities 🤭

🇺🇸 ~ 💚 ~ 🇬🇧 ~ 💙 ~ 🇺🇸 ~ 💚 ~ 🇬🇧 ~ 💙 ~ 🇺🇸 ~ 💚 ~ 🇬🇧 ~ 💙 ~ 🇺🇸 ~ 💚

“England?”

“Huh?” The addressed nation lightly shakes his head. He had zoned out completely and stared at the plastic clip of the ballpoint pen in his hands that was about to break off- oh. Nevermind. The pen clatters when it drops on the table next to the broken off clip.

Before England can answer France, who looks at him expectantly and way too cheerfully - making England knit his brows together in a frown -, Scotland takes over the conversation. “Franny asked if yer comin’ for brunch this weekend,” he clarifies, shooting his brother a reprobative look.

“Of course he’s joining!” England turns his head to his left where Wales apparently made the decision of his participation for him. “Right, England?” Wales wants to make sure while putting one hand onto England’s arm, squeezing most amicably. If he wasn’t his brother England would have shooed him off already.

“Oh, I’m-“ England scans the people around him, all waiting for a Yes from him: France sitting in Scotland’s lap on his right, Wales sitting way too close to him on his left side, Canada leaning against the table next to Wales and smiling while observing the scene playing out in front of him.

It’s not as if he doesn’t like hanging out with his brothers and their partners, but always being the literal fifth wheel, being surrounded by happy couples talking about their couple’s things and being all lovey-dovey with each other while trying to enjoy a big breakfast… It’s not the most enjoyable sometimes, being the only single among his taken brothers.

“Hey guy! What are you talking about?”

The muscles in England’s shoulders relax the moment he hears America’s voice. As annoying that voice could be in certain moments, this was not one of them. He rolls his shoulders once. He had been more tense than he thought.

America chimes into the conversation, into the group, without any regard for Scotland’s scowl and France lightly swatting his arm, smile as bright as ever. He puts his hands on England’s shoulders, leans into him from behind and just one gentle rub of his thumbs into England’s shoulder blades makes any leftover tension disappear entirely.

“We’re just making plans for the weekend,” Canada teases, knowing exactly what his brother is going to say.

“Awesome! Can I join?” It’s barely a request. America’s tone and flashing smile don’t allow for anyone saying no, paired with eyes shining with a light of excitement no one dares to dim.

England almost lets a smile slip onto his lips and is glad America is behind him. If he had to look at that silly smile and brilliant eyes of him, he knows he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from grinning like an absolute buffoon at the prospect of America joining the double date he was supposed to fifth-wheel.

“You really want to spend your Saturday morning having English breakfast with two of my brothers and the frog?” England asks, but the question is more of a statement not demanding an answer. He cranes back his neck to look at America and there it is again: that goddamn lopsided smile that makes his stomach flutter. Who allowed America to be this bloody adorable?!

“And my brother!” America adds with a wink at Canada, voice loud and cheerful as usually before it turns a little more quiet and he looks down at England. “And you… right?”

The butterflies in England’s gut take off again, making him feel almost nauseous. He is lost in the image of a triple date in front of his inner eye for a moment – Canada and Wales, France and Scotland, and… and America and him.

“Yes,” England confirms eventually and reaches up to touch America’s left hand on his shoulder, “I’ll be there too.”

The contact between America’s hand and his only lasts for a second, but he can feel a little squeeze confirming America noticed how grounding his presence is to England.

England doesn’t enjoy being the fifth wheel to his brothers and their partners, but a triple date might not be so bad with his America there.

[yawujin]

Do you think you can do the allies + axis (separate) x a bratty s/o that’s super needy but constantly try’s to demand stuff and boss them around and is just kinda a very run of the mill brat. Like how would they deal with them?..and can it be a bit nsfw….pretty please with a cherry on top..

hehe sure ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ here you go ! 🪄

{ request } allies & axis x a bratty! s/o 💭 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔

type/content warnings • nsfw content , established relationship , they/them pronouns used , mentions of bondage , marking , rough sex , sub/dom dynamics

allies ♥︎

america/alfred f. jones

he finds their neediness kind of cute, writing it off as something that just comes with being in a relationship with them. soon, he comes to find out just how bossy they are. usually, he's a pushover and it's fairly easy to make him do the stuff they want, but every now and then he doesn't give in, puts his foot down and reminds them he too can be bossy, in charge and, that he knows how to put a brat in their place. they must be careful with whatever sexual favor they ask him to do, because he might just turn around and make them do it instead (i feel like he'd be petty in that way, and use them for his entertainment) 'can't tell me what to do now that your mouth is full, huh? '

england/arthur kirkland

whenever his partner is acting up─if he feels like it─he'll take the calm route and plead with them. 'please, love, behave...' however, if he's feels they are demanding too much from him, his attitude will switch up. he'll be very domineering, crass and rather rough with how he handles them from then on.

'say it... who do you belong to?'

france/francis bonnefoy

he gives them what they want, within reason. if they demand too much, don't worry, he puts up a good bargain. when they continue to act up, he'll turn serious─giving them one final ultimatum. "do as i say, or you will be shown who is truly the boss here." knowing them, and how they act...france gears up to give them something he's sure to make them behave... at least for a little while

canada/matthieu williams

seeing as he is already bossed around by his colleagues, they can bet he is not going to take the same treatment from his own partner. he's quick to make himself known as the one in charge, faster than they thought. he tells them to 'shut up and quit with the brattiness before i fuck it out of you' in such a sweet voice, it sounded more like a loving promise than a threat.

russia/ivan braginsky

don't. even. try. he shuts that bratty act of theirs down so quick, they barely have time to start. he can only take being bossed around for so long , until he finally has enough. he has his hands wrapped tightly around their waist as he rests his chin on their shoulder. "please behave, won't you? it will make me very happy. you want both of us to be happy, yes?" and in case they couldn't tell, that's russian for don't fuck around and find out.

china/yao wang

he's very secure in himself that─he doesn't feel the need to intimidate them into submission. he doesn't do everything they ask of him, only the things he wants to do or wants them to enjoy. he has his own special way of dealing with them and that's getting them hot and bothered enough to try and rile him up. do things for him. that's right, china finesses his way into making them do something for him instead of the other way around. it usually involves promising them some type of reward for good behavior. but first, they must please him and act accordingly. "...you're doing so good for me." he praises.

axis ♥︎

n. italy/feliciano vargas

has a method similar to china's. it's a give and take relationship. italy does a few things for them, and in return they behave.

usually turning out really wholesome, with italy cuddling with them since they're soooo needy─he admits that it kind of turns him on when they boss him around so much. "i wouldn't mind being there anytime you need me." he sighs happily, burying his face deeper into their arms.

germany/ludwig beilschmidt

he usually likes it when they tell him what to do. he's a very organized man who is very good at following orders. he doesn't like it so much when they act like a brat, so he makes sure to take care of that ASAP. he's lowkey begging them to behave, telling them that he'll do anything to make them act right...not knowing that he's kind of allowing them to act up even more. poor germany...he's a lil' confused but he's got the spirit. "if i fuck you like this, then will you behave?"

japan/kiku honda

he's literally like no then goes on to use shibari as a way to torture them into submission. "if you keep acting like that, i'll have you tied up everyday from now on." it's a tempting threat but they know that japan's willpower and discipline could really mean that he'd have them tied up without relief for a long, long time. it's their choice on whether or not they want to behave, but they will always know what will happen if they don't. this makes it especially exciting for japan, with him knowing that their behavior will be unpredictable each day.

s. italy/lovino vargas

he lets them carry on throughout the day, holding himself back and pretending that their brattiness does not have any effect on him. that is, until the end of the day, where he makes them beg before him. he would want to hear them plead for him to not be so rough, when that was all he could think about the entire day. he ends up leaving a few marks behind to remind them what will happen if they don't behave. "mmm." he hums lowly. "this is what you get for trying to tell me what to do..."

prussia/gilbert beilschmidt

okay so, it takes him a while to get bothered by it because their brattiness is all just kind of a game to him. sure, he gives them what they want but as he slowly sees that they won't be satisfied until they get a rise out of him, he begins to think of ways he can tease them back, make them beg him to stop. he laughs when he sees his brat whine. "is this not what you wanted?" he grins. "i know it's what i wanted." prussia revels in his ability to make them act like this. he hopes that they continue simply because he loves the feeling of dominating them.

[ego-meliorem-esse]

Stormy Eyes

The 7-year-old looking boy with boundless energy, stood atop the hill, looking down at the small church where a somber funeral was taking place. In his small hand, Alfred clutched a single flower, a blue daisy. The daisy, a simple tribute to his best friend, Davie. Alfred had returned from London with excitement, eager to share his discoveries and stories, only to discover the devastating news of Davie's passing. His young heart ached, and the weight of grief hung heavily upon him.

Throughout his short life, Alfred had always been a whirlwind of activity, his mind racing from one thought to another, his body in constant motion. His father, Arthur, had observed these tendencies with a watchful eye, understanding that his son's boundless enthusiasm often came with moments of restlessness and broken vases.

As Arthur approached his young son, he saw the boy's restless fidgeting, his hands twisting the flower stem, and his gaze darting in all directions. He knew with how much enthusiasm and excitement Alfred carried and took care of the flower on his long journey to Boston. So, having Alfred bend and break the stem was a certain cause for concern. He recognized his boys fidgeting and what it stood for. An understanding that had developed over years of being Alfred's father and mentor.

"Alfred," Arthur said sternly, yet without a hint of annoyance. His voice carrying the weight of centuries of history and responsibility. Arthur looked down from the hill to the quaint church where a crowd of silhouettes gathered, and with an almost inaudible "Ah." understood the weight of the situation. He looked down at his son, his eyes softened with concern. "I'm sorry lad."

Alfred's response was not in words but in frantic fidgeting. His young mind was trapped in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, rendering him staring down at the destroyed flower stem he seemed to cherish only a few hours before.

Seeing his son's distress, Arthur's concern deepened. He slowly kneeled down, reached out and gently held Alfred's face in his hands, physically anchoring the restless child and forcing their eyes to meet.

"Alfred," Arthur said firmly once again, his voice breaking through the chaos in Alfred's mind. "Focus, my son. You must."

Alfred's tear-filled eyes finally met his father's, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Arthur could see his son's eyes trying to suppress more tears from welling up. The effort was unsuccessful, because as soon as Alfred took a breath, all the supressed tears fell all at once. Through all that his boy didn't make a single sound.

Arthur's words continued, his voice carrying the weight of wistom obtained by blood and violence. "My boy, your life will be a lonely but fulfilling one. You will meet many people, nations, enemies and friends along the way. Each one will leave a mark on your heart, just as your friend here did." Arthur didn't dare look away at the funeral for the friend he just mentioned in fear of loosing Alfred to his own mind once again.

Arthur's voice almost quivered as he spoke of Alfred's lost friend. "Remember them, Alfred. Remember them all, and carry their memories with you. Your existence, my dear boy, is both a solitary journey and a shared one. You are not alone in this world of nations."

He paused, his grip on Alfred's face unwavering. "Your restless spirit is a part of who you are, Alfred, and it's a gift. Use it to carry the torch for those who have gone before us and for those who will come after. You have the strength within you to focus when it truly matters. Because, my son, when you do, miracles will happen."

He released his son and instead of going back to fidget with the plant, Alfred stood still and kept looking at his father.

As the funeral procession continued below, father and son remained standing on that grassy hill. Arthur's words seemed to echo back and forth in the young boys mind, his ocean eyes finally resembling calm waters. In that moment Arthur was reminded of stormy nights at sea and the calm morning that followed.

He was always good at sailing through the storm.

[fireandspiceland]

hello gamers, I’m looking for a fic again 😭

Do you know this fanfic?

Alfred is desperately in love with Arthur but think he never has a chance so he puts on a blindfold and agrees to have sex with a stranger in this love hotel or sex club or smth

But Arthur's the one who comes in and fucks him and Alfred’s wishing the whole time it's Arthur, not knowing who is fucking him and also because omg Arthur could never really want him like that

and then at the end Alfred calls out Arthur's name because he thinks of him during sex and Arthur takes the blindfold of him and asks how he knew.

PLS I have been looking for it for HOURS! I’m convinced it was in ao3 but at this point it might as well be a kink meme fill on dreamwidth. 😭

[theherdofturtles]

Inspired from one of the last scenes of @historicalclaptrap's Family in Darkness.

"England was not his problem. England should never have been his problem. But when a magical mishap de-ages England into a vulnerable child, India can't turn away. Trapped between his alienated ally and his worst enemy he must break this curse. Before past and present tear them all apart." It's got some of the very best fandom tropes all in one place: de-aging, complicated family dynamics, and former enemies working together. Also a lot of magic. Feral magic. There wasn't a chance I could've passed this one by with these excellent content labels. And if you're someone who enjoys exploring Hetalia characters that aren't part of the 'main G8,' this fic includes India's family, the UK bros, and Norway as some main players.

[koolkat9]

GerEng Week 2024 - Day 4

@gereng-week

Prompt: Trapped || Nations Revealed

Rating: T

Pairing: GerEng

Word Count: 957

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Public Eye

It had been almost three centuries since nation personifications had been in the public eye. After too many years of persecution from superstitious humans, it was widely agreed that nations would become the things of myth only known by very few as was required for them to do their duties. 

Ludwig had never been in the public eye, coming into a world where they had long been hiding. 

So when they suddenly became public again due to internet sleuths piecing together their history and bosses wanting to take advantage of this virality to push the morale and loyalty of the people, Ludwig quickly found himself drowning. 

He had never been much for social situations unless he could keep the conversation strictly to business. Being hounded by journalists wherever he went, asking questions about things he did not know or things that no one needed to know was his worst nightmare. 

Word travelled fast in the 21st century. It was only a matter of time before people started tracking down where the world meetings were in hopes of catching sight of these legendary nation people. 

Which was why Ludwig was now trapped in the bathroom of the meeting hall, gripping onto the sink for dear life as he tried to settle his breathing.  

“You alright? ” someone asked, making Ludwig jump.

Arthur stood in the doorway , brows knitted together. 

“Get out… ” Ludwig gritted. He stared at his contorted face in the mirror. 

“Ludwig. ” 

“GET OUT !”

Arthur was silent for a moment, air suffocating with tension. 

“Let’s  try this again, ” Arthur finally said, “ What’s wrong ?”

“Nothing .”

“That grip says otherwise .”

“What does it matter to you ?”

“Can’t I be a decent human being for once ?”

“Well …”

Arthur scoffed. “ Don’t be like that .”

“Then get out .”

Arthur sighed. “ Look…We can do this all day. You’re the last one here. I’m not just going to leave you behind with that mob outside .”

Ludwig tensed at the mention of the crowd. 

A small ‘ ah ’ escaped Arthur. Gently he placed a hand on Ludwig’s shoulder. “ How about we walk out together? I’ll handle the journalists. ” 

Ludwig squeezed his eyes shut. “ I don’t know …”

“Y ou can’t stay in the bathroom forever .”

“I know, ” Ludwig growled. His cheeks reddened in shame. “ Sorry…You must think I’m ridiculous .”

Arthur smiled softly. “ Not at all. The media is quite intimidating even when you’re good at public speaking. But I assure you I’ll handle it. ” 

Ludwig took a breath, grip finally loosening. “ Okay …”

When they approached the door panic rang in Ludwig’s ears once more. He immediately stopped. 

“Here,” Arthur offered softly, hand extended. ��Keep your head down and I’ll guide you.” 

Timidly, Ludwig accepted.

The next few minutes were a blur. He followed Arthur’s advice, keeping his head down focusing on putting one foot in front of the the other, relying on Arthur to be his eyes. 

He heard Arthur bark at a few particularly pushy reporters, but other than that and getting a little jumbled as they pushed through, it was relatively smooth. Or maybe that was because he dissociated for most of it.

Eventually, they arrived at Arthur’s car and Arthur hurried Ludwig inside.

“They’ll probably be at the hotel too , ” Arthur murmured as he got into the driver’s seat.

“Great …”

“But...You can lay low at my house for a bit. I-If you’d like. It’s out in the country, so you can take it easy after all this. " 

A light pink prickled along Ludwig’s cheeks. “ Are you sure ?”

“Positive .”

A ghost of a smile spread across Ludwig’s face. “ Okay then .”

— — —

Unfortunately, everything hadn’t gone exactly along Arthur’s plan. Yes, Ludwig got an evening to relax away from people and cameras. But their little escape only stirred up rumours. 

“Arthur what’s–”

Arthur brought his phone to his chest. “ Nothing .”

Ludwig frowned, easily snatching the phone from Arthur. 

‘ENGLAND AND GERMANY SECRETLY DATING?

The two nations were seen leaving together hand in hand. Could this … ’

Ludwig couldn’t bring himself to read further. His heart was already at the edge of combusting. 

“I’m sorry, this is all my fault, ” Arthur said quickly, taking the phone back . “ I…Sorry .”

Ludwig noted the redness in Arthur’s own cheeks. The way his hand seemed to tremble. The tightness of his smile. 

Gently, Ludwig took one of the shaking hands. “ It’s okay. You did your best .”

Arthur’s head jerked up, eyes wide. Ludwig hadn’t realized what a pretty shade of green they were. 

“Honestly if the media is going to think I’m dating someone, you’re far from the worst option, ” Ludwig admitted with a shrug, though his face was ablaze. He couldn’t believe what he was saying even though it was true. 

The two stared at each other for a long awkward while . Until Ludwig cleared his throat.

“We should um…Get ready for the meeting .”

“Oh of course. Right…Um…” Arthur looked off to the side. “ Do you think our colleagues have seen this ?”

Ludwig bristled. “ Probably …”

“You know what? I’ve been quite feverish all morning. Tis the season for all that. Flu, cold ... Perhaps I’ll stay home .”

“Well… ” Ludwig said slowly, “ If that’s the case, perhaps I can stay and assist you. After all, you should stay in bed to u h …g et over that fever .”

Arthur raised an eyebrow, an ' are you sure? ' look crossing his face. Ludwig nodded.

"I guess...you have a point, " Arthur said slowly. " I don't mind if you don't ."

And so, Ludwig ' took care ' of Arthur for the rest of the afternoon with tea, cake, and movies. Only the best to help Arthur get over his 'illness.'