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New Chapter! ♡
These were just some interesting panels I saw from the new chapter
#hetalia#hetalia gangsta au#how they look in this au is spectacular#hws America#hws china#hws russia#hws Italy#hws canada#went onto Twitter briefly to see if Himaruya had posted something because I was wondering to myself#Has Himaruya ever participated in the fandom? Do they know what people are saying?#Or does Himaruya just go with the flow and have no idea how alive and active this fandom is#Hetalia in 2024#I love the idea of Himaruya writing hetalia fanfiction
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limerence
Filthy, sweaty, smeared with grease and motor oil, skin tinted dark beneath work-worn clothes, all calloused, skilled hands and soft, damp curls—he’s a gorgeous piece of shit with tight jeans and fitted Ts and arms Lovino would sink his teeth into. He wipes the sweat from his face with his wrist, stains his cheeks and forehead black. Lovino’s fingers twitch with the urge to touch.
Stop it.
Sharp grin, crooked, bright. Eyes that shine under mid-afternoon light and the sick yellow of dirtied fluorescence.
“You’re here.” Happy, he sounds so fucking happy, smile too wide and a nose that crinkles when he laughs, covered ridiculously in black freckles of oil; stupid, he’s so stupid.
Pull yourself together.
“Yeah. That okay?”
“Of course. I’m always happy to see you.”
Stupid, stupid, so fucking stupid.
A scoff, cheeks flushing pink and humiliatingly hot. Lovino blames it on the heat of sweltering midday sunlight, knows it’s a lie before the words even take form in his throat.
“Is there something you wanted?”
For you to take your shirt off.
His lips turn sweet, slow and nectar-thick, smile melting to something curious and imploring, like seeing Lovino is a fucking blessing, which is so idiotic Lovino refuses to entertain the thought.
You’re pathetic.
“No. Didn’t know I needed a reason to visit.”
He chuckles, rich and low and liquid fire in Lovino’s veins. “Don’t be like that. You know you’re always welcome.” Peridot darkens to jade beneath half-lidded eyes that flick across Lovino’s face, that trace the line of his legs and the cross of his arms. “Would you like to watch me work?”
You can work on me, instead.
“Watch you work or watch you work?”
Laughter, airy and charming, amusement that turns gem-green to grassy summer fields. Knife-sharp and cutting, his grin is lazy and heady, fabric of his sleeves tight and taut around sweat-coated biceps. Black-tipped fingers push thick curls from dark eyelashes, and Lovino knows he is so fucked.
“Whatever you want, sol.”
You’re the sun, not me.
“Hm.”
Arched back and lean muscle, smooth enough that Lovino can imagine the warmth of it beneath his hands, hotter than the burn of his cheeks, skin turned ruddy with infatuation and limerence. But they sit in the song of whistling bird calls, companionable, comfortable, carried by the melody of clinking metal and the shifting of gears.
Antonio hums when he works. Lovino listens.
#hws romano#aph romano#hws spain#aph spain#spamano#hetalia#hetalia fanfiction#mango minifics#(alternatively titled: all sham no wow)#guess who decided to post their ficlets!!! i have a backlog of so many little random blurbs and ideas that i never posted#bc theyre too short for ao3 (in my opinion) <- (said by someone who is physically incapable of shutting the fuck up)#oh well. hopefully theyre still enjoyable <3
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If you feel like you dont get ferrygabe (ultrakill) enough go ship teutemp (hetalia) and if you don't get teutemp enough go ship ferrygabe
#shitpost but I can explain#I'll prob repost with it#new fandom new underrated religious yaoi#teutemp as ferrygabe...#i wanted to draw them as gabv1el but now I have better ideas#I could use like half of things said or writen abaut Gabriel the judge of hell in a teutemp fanfiction and no one wouldnotice#shitpost#hetalia#ultrakill#teutemp#hetalia knights templar#hws knights templar#hetalia teutonic knights#hws prussia#hetalia prussia#prutemp#hetalia world stars#aph#hetalia axis powers#new blood#new blood interactive#Gabriel ultrakill#ferrygabe#ferryman ultrakill#maybe /j maybe /srs who knows#btw its middle of the night for me rn
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Day 2 - Is it possible to die from embarrassment?
Another late entry, however I'd say this one went more smoothly than the other. It only took me about 3 hours to write! Anyways, I could've cut this one short, but I liked this idea too much and decided to pull through with it. So, yay me? Next few days will just be drawings though because writing is not my forte LMAO. This one features the Asian family because I wish we had the boys interacting with the others' families. Poor Hong Kong. Also prolly OOC loooooool. Also tried to write Korea as rather more super outgoing and enjoy meeting new people. He still has his clashes though. Hopefully I did a little bit of justice to him here. No beta we die like HRE. Word count is 2,548. @hongiceweek
Is it possible to die from embarrassment?
As Hong Kong urges Iceland- who has dumpling bits stuck in his hair and shirt- upstairs to his room, he can’t help but apathetically want to pack his things, hitch a ride to the nearest bus stop, take a flight to the middle of South America and formally live out the rest of his life under a brand new identity. Someone else can take over as the personification of Hong Kong, he thinks.
And that is saying something. Among the two boyfriends, Hong Kong is easily the more savvy between the two. He knows all the right moves and words to get his partner to flush and hide his face in embarrassment. Hong Kong is teasing, smooth, and witty, thus it’s not very often or easily to make Hong Kong falter to its knees. The point is the dynamic between them has always been consistent. When it comes to Iceland, Hong Kong rarely ever loses his cool.
That is up until now.
Hong Kong hurries Iceland to his room and slams the door shut behind him. Locking it and pulling a chair from his desk underneath the knob for good measure. As Hong Kong rushes to his drawer to find suitable spare clothes, Iceland stands by and tries his very best to reassure him. Hong Kong says nothing as he finds a suitable shirt and disappears into his personal bathroom, with running water that can be heard shortly afterwards. He walks back out.
“Here. There’s a warm washcloth and some spare clothing that you can use. Feel free to wash your hair and use any of the towels as well.”
“Gotcha. “, nods Iceland. “Thanks.” He disappears into the bathroom and quietly closes the door behind him.
Then, a breaking of glassware and shouting could be heard from downstairs . Of course, the loudest voices belong to Taiwan and Korea, only to be outdone by China’s, only to be outdone by Thailand’s.
Hong Kong sits on the edge of the bed and heaves a frustrated sigh. He places his fingers on the bridge of the nose.
Just what the hell even happened?
— It was another world meeting that was just supposed to be the two of them.
When the meeting called for the noon break, Hong Kong caught up to Iceland wanting to ask if they could get lunch together. As they were exiting the meeting hall, Taiwan just so happened to be in the area and being the only person to know about their relationship so far, she saw them and was teasing her brother in the distance.
Unfortunately, talking to her was South Korea, who followed Taiwan’s gaze and called out to greet the both of them. Not wanting to get Iceland involved with his family, he urges him to hurry out the door.
But one thing leads to another and Korea’s attention draws China’s and also wanting to greet his student, meets them just before they reach the door. Before Hong Kong could take off in the other direction, Taiwan, Korea, and now Japan caught up to them.
While initially wanting to greet the fellow asian, the family took interest in the Icelander as well. Having not many chances or reasons to converse casually with someone outside of Asia, they took the chance to get to know him. In which, while Iceland shyly returned the gesture, Hong Kong was starting to get peeved that Iceland was getting a little bit too involved with his family. When Hong Kong had to break the conversation that they were late for lunch, China brought this up:
“Oh! Well, we would love to get to know you more, Iceland. Why don’t you come over for dinner tonight and I’ll treat you to some authentic Chinese cuisine!”
Hong Kong’s heart drops and he tries to pull his boyfriend out of there before he could respond. However, Taiwan and Korea blocked their way and pleaded for Iceland to visit. To Hong Kong’s dismay, his boyfriend agreed. He gazes at horror at his boyfriend as the rest of the Asians cheer and pull Iceland over to plan for tonight. Fast forward to China’s summer home in Beijing. For the past hour, the rest of Hong Kong’s asian siblings have been running around to prepare for Iceland’s arrival. In excitement to share their culture, China has been working on multiple dishes and cuisines all at once, Taiwan putting down homemade decorations around the kitchen and living room, Korea booting up the karaoke machine to put out his favorite songs to sing, and poor Japan just being pulled around by the previous three as they all demand for his help. The house was chaos.
Hong Kong could only stand there and watch in disbelief. He could withstand his family’s shenanigans, hell, he would often be a part of that too. But in the case of Iceland? Really? No way in hell.
Hong Kong palms his forehead as Japan passes by. Japan, sensing his frustration, assures the boy that everything will be alright and that the rest of the family is only doing everything in their power to welcome Iceland. Surely, his own family wouldn’t make a fool of themselves in front of a guest.
When he finishes that sentence, Taiwan calls for his help, grabs him, and pulls him abruptly to the side. This causes Japan to yelp and grasp the tablecloth as he falls with the rest of the tableset going down with him. Shouting ensues.
Hong Kong can only stand in horror. Just then, the doorbell rings.
It was as if a pin dropped. Everyone starts scrambling to fix the kitchen as Hong Kong quietly slips out of the room to greet Iceland.
Calmly, he opens and slips out the front door. Iceland is standing there before him and raises a shy wave.
Hong Kong only returns with a poker face.
He grabs his shoulders.
“DO NOT COME IN.”, he grits through his teeth. Iceland starts to tremble as his boyfriend looms over before him.
The door opens behind them and they both turn to find China standing there. China’s bright smile looks as if he was about to greet Iceland, however his face drops when he processes what he is witnessing.
Unfortunately for the boys, their faces were perhaps a little bit too close to each other.
An angry yell can be heard across the neighborhood.
—
When China finally calmed down and the boys explained what was going on, they made their way to the dining area. To Hong Kong’s surprise, the table was already set with the silverware and dishes set in place. The others come up politely to welcome their guest.
Despite the evening getting off to a rough start, the dinner itself began smoothly. Iceland’s mouth was already watering as everyone took their seats and gave thanks before digging right in.
If there was anything that at least went well today, it was the pride and presentation of the variety of Asian cuisine right before them, with each dish being of origin from each asian personification. And it made for great discussion too, as Iceland asked what each meal was, the asians took turns in explaining and sampling for him to try it.
What a great way to start off the discussion! That is until- China being a little bit too prideful of his homeland’s cooking- started sampling and piling food onto Iceland’s plate more than the others. Iceland, not wanting to be rude, could not bring himself to decline and he nodded nervously at the pile of food building up in front of him. Already annoyed with China’s meddling, Hong Kong stands up and forces his sensei to sit back down, in which he begrudgingly obliged.
Sensing the awkwardness in the air, Taiwan (once again, being the only one aware of the boys' relationship), started playing wingman and began doing icebreakers with Iceland. The topic started off general at first, but gradually, the conversation shifted in trying to frame Hong Kong the best way possible, much to his embarrassment. However, it only grew worse when Taiwan brought up their childhood together and accidentally slips in a story about her brother being so afraid of the dark that he needed China to sleep with him every night. Hong Kong was about to lose it again when Korea interrupted.
Wanting to join in the conversation, Korea opted in. Thankfully with the addition of Korea, the conversation shifts topics before any more embarrassing stories about Hong Kong could be revealed. Korea begins asking about Iceland’s home country, his culture, and the other Nordics, in which the Icelander happily obliged to answer. Unfortunately though, as Korea and Iceland ease into each other’s presence, his boyfriend found great difficulty to slip his presence back into the conversation.
Taiwan takes notice of this. In another attempt to assist her brother, she intervenes in their conversation, claiming that Korea is being inconsiderate to Hong Kong for barging into the discussion, with a tone that may-or-may-not sound a bit condescending.
Then, one thing happens and leads to another and all of a sudden, fighting ensues at the dinner table. Taiwan and Korea are fiercely throwing insults and shouting over Iceland before China intervenes, yelling at the both of them that they have a guest over and they are embarrassing themselves. Of course, this family has a long history of not taking shit from China and only ignored his intervention. Fortunately, the fighting moved on from the subject of Iceland, but unfortunately, the two started arguing about each other and personal matters that a guest definitely should not hear.
Offended by his disciples’ disregards, China calls out to Japan, who has been silently and anxiously watching the whole thing, to try and stop them. Japan stands from his seat and tries to mediate the two, but Taiwan takes advantage of the situation to claim that Japan sides with her. Mouth agape at offense, Korea takes a handful of food and aims it at Taiwan, in which she dodges and it hits Japan square in the face instead.
The tables ensues into chaos. Taiwan returns Korea’s gesture and soon enough, food is flying across the room as China starts screaming in rage as he witnesses his precious hardwork go to waste. In which both respond back by pelting him with rice and noodles, which only amplifies his shouting. Japan tries to crawl away but Taiwan pulls him to stand up, hands him a bowl, and orders him to start throwing.
For Hong Kong and Iceland, they take cover underneath the table. Hong Kong’s face is red in embarrassment and when he looks over to his boyfriend, his eyes widen at the sight of Iceland’s hair and upper shirt being covered in dumpling bits. He feels like he could bury himself alive underneath that table right then and there.
Suddenly, the front door could be heard opening and closing, followed by multiple footsteps growing near.
“Hey all! Philippines gifted us some pastries from his house! Whose down to try so-”, the voice is instantly silenced as a splatter could be heard.
The boys peer from underneath the table. As it turns out, the voice belonged to Thailand’s and he took a dumpling as well to the face. Macau and Vietnam were behind him in shock as they supported his balance from being smacked in the face.
The room went silent. Thailand was the best buddy anyone could ever have.
Unfortunately, he could be the worst enemy anyone could ever have.
Thailand roars and launches forward fiercely, but Vietnam and Macau struggle to strain him back. The shouting and food fighting resumes.
Hong Kong tugs at Iceland’s shirt and without saying a word, they both quietly sneak away from the kitchen. He takes Iceland’s hand and hurries him upstairs to his room.
And that, brings back to now.
As another shattering of glass could be heard downstairs, Hong Kong bends over and rubs his face, feeling absolutely mortified. He starts thinking of ways to get a new visa when Iceland exits the bathroom, his hair damp and wearing his boyfriend’s shirt. As Iceland sits on the edge of the bed beside him, Hong Kong pretends to keep his cool.
A moment passes, before Iceland places a reassuring hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Hong Kong avoids his gaze.
“You know my brothers are the same as yours, right?”
Hong Kong rolls his eyes. “Do your brothers throw food around as well?”
“Pfft, no… they throw dishes.”
“Even then, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t act like lunatics in front of a guest.”
“Maybe not", begins Iceland. He scoots closer. "But have you ever met Sweden? The guy doesn’t even do anything and you already have people throwing their wallets begging him to not mug them.”
Hong Kong tries to shrug it off, however a chuckle escapes.
Iceland grins. “Don’t get me started on Dan as well. One time, we had a diplomat over at Dan’s house and then a mouse ended up scurrying into the meeting room. The woman was freaking out so he pulled out his fucking battle axe from his display case. You know what happened next? He split it into a bloody half. I’m pretty sure she passed out right there.”
That got to Hong Kong and it sent him into a series of giggling. Iceland gently leans into him.
“And then you have Norge, who we keep telling him to stop talking to his trolls or whatever in front of others. But he keeps forgetting to do so everytime and everyone else stares at him like he is crazy.”
“And then you have Fin! You’d think he would at least be the one to know how to host a guest, but that guy is seriously weird on his own.”
Hong Kong‘s giggling turn into full-hearted laughter as Iceland’s grin grows. He leans into his partner’s side to plant a kiss on his cheek. Hong Kong smiles and returns the gesture by wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s waist and planting a kiss on his shoulder and then placing his chin on top of it.
“Maybe I should come over to meet your family instead.”
“Yeah, well, wouldn’t you like to see how that would turn out?”
Just then, they hear Macau calling their names for them to come back downstairs. The boys turn to look at each other before getting up and making their way back down.
When they returned to the kitchen, it became a palette of wasted food staining the walls and the floor alongside with two broken plates scattered by the table. They are immediately greeted with Taiwan, Korea, China, and Japan (who didn’t even do anything), kneeled over on the ground as Vietnam rants away at a lecture frenzy. To her right, Thailand’s smile has returned, but his eyes glare down at them menacingly as he rubs his cheek with a washcloth. To Vietnam’s left, Macau stands there and is the only normal-looking person in the room. He takes notice of the boys’ arrival and greets them.
Vietnam also takes notice as well.
“ALL FOUR OF YOU, APOLOGIZE THIS INSTANT TO THESE BOYS!!”, she demands to the four. They all lift their heads in the boys' direction. Just as when they open their mouths to apologize, it dawns upon them that Iceland is wearing Hong Kong’s shirt.
An uproar fills the house.
#hetalia#aph hetalia#aph hong kong#hws hong kong#aph iceland#hws iceland#aph#hongice#aph china#hws china#aph taiwan#hws taiwan#aph korea#hws korea#aph thailand#hws thailand#aph vietnam#aph macau#hws macau#hetalia fanfiction#fanfic#aughgh whatever#hongiceweek2024#im so proud of this one#this idea was so fun to do
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le « Spaghettieis » - Karambolage - ARTE
#youtube#in french#it explains how the most#gerita#dessert was invented#i had no idea this existed#until a gerita fan mentionned it#in her fanfiction#it's so#CUTE#and such an awesome#trompe-l'oeil#i love that#and it's cute and so gerita#hetalia#aph germany#aph italy#so canon irl#even in food
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Me about to write a whole new Hetalia AU with this song
#hetalia#hetalia fanfiction#hetalia au#writing#fic writing#alternate universe#ideas#writing ideas#story ideas#Spotify
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I JUST HAD THE CRAZIEST IDEA FOR A HETAGAME OR A HETALIA FANFICTION.
Imagine a national conference and then everyone receives an anonymous letter from someone inviting them to a SEX PARTY. (It is not a sex party, it is rather a party in honor of ancient Greek and Roman gods such as Bacchus/Dionysus, Venus/Aphrodite, Jupiter/Zeus...)
And everyone is like who the fuck did this and they go to the party just to know who had the idea (and the vibes would be super awesome, France would like it a lot) and then is just Veneciano, Romano and Greece, being Veneciano the mastermind because one day he got 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 and called out for them and they just got along because yes.
...
Honestly, it sounded more epic in my head.
#hetalia#aph italy#aph#burp#italy#aph greece#greece#aph romano#romano#sex party wtf#fanfiction#fanfic#idea#𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 idea#𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂#i should go to the asylum
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Hetalia fan fictions
So I posted previously about how to post fanfiction on here and got some responses. So I think rather than unloading a bunch of stories here, I'll leave a link to my Deviantart. With tons of Hetalia and, mostly 2p!Hetalia, stories to read.
link: https://www.deviantart.com/princess-snow-wolf
#hetalia#2p hetalia#Fanfiction#Deviantart#There's so many I have loads of back log#I love requests and ideas#would like to write more but keep getting distracted by shiny things#feedback appreciated#Don't judge too much started this when I was much younger
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For the fic title and character thing!! ‘Glass shatters, grass bends’ with maybe Liet?
Oh I adore this one! I wish I had more creative energy because I'd actually like to explore this more in-depth.
Lilli sees more than the Others suspect.
She has seen the births of empires, their accessions into halcyon glory, witnessed firsthand the refracting, crystalised glory shimmering from atop chalky pedestals. She's witnessed firsthand the arrogance, the rapaciousness, the alleged altruism scarcely concealing avarice.
She sits quietly, listening, watching, as the small fractures creep ever further, as dust begins to fall like snow from the weathering glass houses, the columns supporting the mighty slowly eroding away before, finally, predictably, they crumble.
Oh yes, Lilli has seen countless great houses fall, weathered by time or shattered from forces both within and without.
And yet, she's seen Others who have thrived. Fellow Nations who have allowed themselves to grow, to change, to adapt, compromising what was Known and what was Believed and what was Dictated for new dichotomies, for new ways of life, for a new way to prosper.
She remains one of those who has allowed Time and Change to shape her, has embraced the shifting sands as they danced across her fingertips, forming something new and unexpectedly beautiful with each passing era.
She pirouettes among the shifting winds, lets them guide her through the ever-changing world.
Lilli has seen empires rise and fall, dances away from the delicious temptations of pursuing her own, knowing all too well the consequences should she allow that Darkness to claim her.
After all, glass houses always shatter.
But grass?
Grass bends.
Thank you for your patience! I wanted to write this the moment you sent it, but I didn't have the right words until just now. Thank you for the ask, Lovely! ^_^
#aph liechtenstein#hetalia liechtenstein#hws liechtenstein#ah i loved writing this one!#such a good idea anon!#aph hetalia#hello lovelies!#it has been a WHILE huh#title prompts#fanfiction#this ended up being less a concept and more an actual short story whoops
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do you take fic requests? (if you like the topic and/or pairing ofc)
I've been in a period of saying no, but send it over anon and I'll see if it sparks my inspiration.
#hetalia#anon#fanfiction prompts#i dont know if i will permanently open fanfiction prompts again#but now im intrigued by what idea you have
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TELL US MORE ABOUT THAT VAMPIRE AU BECAUSE I AM SLUT FOR IT XDDDD
Agshfk well the Vampire AU is practically a draft of an outline, it started as a rusamechu story but then I thought it would be very nice to let Arthur be an unhinged off-putting vampire (like the kind who would be crawling up the walls lol)
Basically I wanted Alfred to be in the same situation as Jonathan Harker, trapped in an old ass mansion (or a castle not sure yet) and encounter this seemingly welcoming guys and finding out little by little that they are vampires and he is probably their food (or drink (?))
Arthur is the recently turned vampire, so he's struggling to act normally and he's also trying to help Alfred out of there while also fighting the urge to not eat him. (I'm still thinking if he and Alfred do know each other from before or not)
Ivan is the one Alfred sees the most around the place, he's like a cat who enjoys playing with his food so he's the one giving Alfred the most hints of what they are (or at least the vibe that there's something very wrong with them) but I also think he'd have some resentment towards Alfred because he reminds him too much of himself before being a vampire (like what he cannot be anymore)
Yao is the master of the house, to Alfred he's the most normal one out of the three and is probably just bored and trying to get info out of Alfred about what is like outside but he's also trilled since Alfred is the first to walk into his house willingly instead of just being lured inside (I'm still pretty much lost in what his goal would be, hence why it is still an outline 😭)
#this AU is just a bunch of ideas in a trench coat#hetalia#hetalia fanfiction#vampire AU#also not sure if this one should keep a grim tone but nothing too bloody#which is very unlikely for me but yeah
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Theoretical Fic Poll Incoming:
Sooo... this is completely hypothetical, buuuuuut... If I decided to write one or both of these ideas into full fledged fics at some point in the future...
Here's a one shot of each concept to help you decide:
Copperright: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49037
Panprice: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49386988/chapters/124857655
#thsc#the henry stickmin collection#writing#fanfiction#poll#copperright#panprice#beauty and the beast#the backrooms#these are massive ifs!#I know at least one or two people have had an interest in seeing these ideas get expanded upon#I'd have to finish my two hetalia fics first#and I don't even know if I'd go through with either of these#but I want to get an idea of which would be more appealing to people#the copperright would be easier in theory since it follows the story of BatB#though I'd have to change a lot to fit my concept and fix any plot holes#but on the other hand#we need more panprice fics#and I've got a lot of ideas for what to do with the backrooms#no cheesy monsters here!#hopefully#I think it'd be fascinating to try translating liminal horror into a piece of fiction#so many liminal spaces so little time!
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I would have a question.
Have you ever wrote a 1P! character and a 2P! character meeting? For example, England getsto know 2P! England.
If not, maybe you could try it.
I had not before receiving this, so thank you for the ask!
I took your example literally because why not, plus it made the most sense to rationalize with magic, so here ya go.
"Foils"
Feat. The Magic Men
The first thing that Oliver noticed was that he was not in his world. The buildings looked wrong, the trees looked different, and the streets were entirely empty except for one man. This man, however, was the one he had been seeking, so maybe it wasn't all wrong after all.
"Oh, lovely! Hello there."
The other man whipped his head around, standing from the bench. The green eyes and sand-blond hair were unsettlingly similar in texture and shape to Oliver's, but that was alright. That was a sign that he had the right man.
"Are you alright there? You're not unable to speak, right? That'd be rather unpleasant."
"...just who are you?" The man finally spoke, approaching Oliver cautiously. He adjusted his own leather jacket a bit.
"Oh, y'know, only a simple kitchen witch. Oliver Kirkland, it's a pleasure to meet you!"
"Uh- Arthur, here." The man looked around, then back at the bright blues that were trained on him. That, plus the unnaturally pink blond of Oliver's hair made him wary. "Just where are we? I mean, besides just outside the tower of London."
"This is what your tower of London looks like? Hm... It's a bit, well, dreadful."
"Who are you to call this place dreadful, you look like you've dressed yourself in stale cotton candy!"
"Well that was a bit rude. I thought you would be more of a, what was it... gentleman?" He tilted his head and gave a cheshire grin.
"God damn it. So I see we look similar to each other, bar the clothes. Is that the only reason you're in my dream?" Arthur scowled. He had no choice but to hate it all.
"Nope!" Oliver grinned even wider, somehow. "I've actually come to get your advice on something. See there's a small problem I'm trying where I'm from, it's quite the bother."
"Well, go on?" How could Arthur refuse when this strange near-doppelgänger had contacted him in his mind.
"Do you know how to make people happy?" The question was the first of Oliver's words in this exchange laced with any sincerity. "The people where I live are always such dreadful pessimistic downers, and all I've ever wanted was to lift their spirits. Some of them, however, tend to call me insane for thinking so positively. Can you believe it?"
"Oh." Arthur looked dumbfounded. "Hah, figures you're an optimist. Let me guess, they all say that the world is awful because nothing good ever happens to them?"
"Yea, it gets a little depressing!" Oliver giggled.
"Well, that's how I think most of the time..." Arthur sighed, wishing he had something to think about that was even a little positive. "While I try to be nice for others, all I can think is that the world hates me. Which is bloody terrible, because I'm connected to it."
"Aha! We really are opposites!" Oliver leaned into his personal space. "I'd figured you might give me some marvelous insight about yourself, if you're supposed to be my direct foil!"
"Just how did you contact me anyways?" Arthur chuckled to himself, finding Oliver's constant schoolgirl-giggling infectious.
"Oh, just a little potion I put in my tea."
"...Maybe we're not complete opposites. That's exactly what I do with my own potions."
"Well, you know what they say! A spoonful of cinnamon-"
"I beg your pardon? It's sugar."
"Well, I could have sworn it was cinnamon. A spoonful of cinnamon helps the poison go down?"
"Well- I mean- Are you telling me that in your world, Mary Poppins is a murderer?" Arthur looked even more dumbfounded than before.
"Why, it's one of my favorite horror films. Howcome?" Oliver couldn't help his own confusion, wondering what Arthur's 'Mary Poppins' film was like.
"Bloody hell... Two sides of the same coin indeed."
"Yea, foils, like I said."
A moment of silence passed, the foils sitting on a bench.
"You're not a murderer too, are you?" Arthur asked quietly.
"Well, only when I need to be." Oliver replied. "Such as when a poor mortal disrespects something I value!"
"Ah... I don't have such loose criteria, I'm afraid."
"Oh, don't worry, poppet. Not all of us need to be monsters."
"I realize that, but I don't think you're a monster. You've proven to be kind. Flawed, and maybe a little trigger happy, but optimistic. That has to mean something if you live in a world of pessimistic arseholes like myself." Arthur let himself relax into the bench.
Oliver stared at him, the baby blue of his eyes welling up with unnecessarily tears. He blinked and wiped his face on his sleeve after a moment.
"Are you alright-"
"I really needed to hear that! Haha! Thank you, honestly." He didn't bother going into the complexity of it just yet. He wanted to appreciate being told he was kind for now.
"Well, you're a nice chap, so... you're welcome." Arthur smiled awkwardly.
Oliver almost wanted to talk about how cutthroat his world was. He wanted to talk about the suffering he endured, or the way he spited his world with a smile. He wanted to talk about the pain he watched others go through, just to make him feel like an idiot for trying to smile.
The alarm clock by his bed interrupted him, though.
"Seems I'll have to go soon." Oliver muttered. "So long, Arthur! Have a nice rest of your dream!" Oliver's cheshire grin returned, and he waved to his counterpart happily.
"Yeah, alright, I'll try." Arthur offered a smile in return. "You go and live your life, alright? I'd rather not make it a habit to peer into the life of my sparkly doppelgänger."
"Sparkly? I'll have you know that this is pastel!"
"Hah. Foils after all..."
It was at that moment that Oliver walked-no, skipped-away, fading into the horizon.
"..hah. He's bonkers."
...
Oliver woke up in the embrace of soft cushions he had made, along with the feeling of paper by one of his hands.
"Ahh... Good morning, my world. Magnificent day we're having already, hm?" His voice was soft, as it usually was in the morning.
It was at that point, James wandered into his room.
"Can I help you?" Oliver offered, smiling in spite of his disheveled state.
"It's three PM... What the fuck are you doing in bed?" He adjusted his sunglasses with an annoyed expression. The classic RBF of this particular Canadian.
"Well, since you've asked, I'd be delighted to tell you."
...
Arthur felt someone tapping his shoulder as he began to wake up, light flooding into his vision. It was startling enough to recall the odd dream, and even more startling to see that he'd fallen asleep at his desk. All in all, just an incredibly weird experience.
"Agh, what in god's name-" Arthur finally whipped around to see he whom had disturbed his slumber.
"Sorry, you just... It's three in the afternoon." Matthew, from behind him, pulled away. "I was just doing a wellness check."
"Right." Arthur forced himself to stand, stretching a bit. "Well, anyways... I had the most peculiar dream."
"Really?" Matthew blinked a bit, curious. "What was it about?"
"Well, there was quite the colorful character, that's for sure."
#hetalia#fanfiction asks#hws england#2p england#arthur kirkland#oliver kirkland#the only reason their respective canadas are there is because i didn't have a better idea#not ship
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I'm not good at art lmao
#I tried to translate traditional to digital#art#hetalia#aph canada#aph france#aph denmark#traditional and digital art#guys why is tagging such a pain?#I can't tag my fanfiction and I can't tag my art apparently#I have no idea what I'm doing
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Someone please tell me why someone is going through all my Akudama Drive, Hetalia, and Cells at Work stuff just to post meaningless links? I’ve had a bad day and I was so excited to open up my emails only to be bombarded by… this.
I don’t even have the energy to go through my stories individually just to delete them. It’s too many and I feel like that this person… bot? Thing? Is going through most of my archive.
#fanfic#fanfiction#ao3#hetalia#Akudama drive#cells at work#why would someone do this#geeze#it would be fine if it was like one but this is over 50+ fics#is it a bot???#I have no idea#going through an existential crisis and a depressive phase right now#and I don’t need this on my plate#I’m so close to losing it#I’m tired and done
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Welcome! New Year, New Pin!
Idk how you found this space, but you're more than welcome to stay! 💕 I've somehow turned into a Hetalia/Nordic Hetalia blog, so I thought I'd better change up my pin to better reflect that.
Quick notes: I really only tag things to either gush about whatever I'm reblogging or because I believe that one day it will actually work as a functioning system that I can use to reference. So my tagging system is mostly useless to you. I rarely reblog or post anything nsfw and I haven't quite found a personal tag that will work for that, so sorry if you stumble into one of those posts.
This is a "please interact" blog! More details below! ⬇
I am an author! I have been writing fanfiction since I was 13 and I still have a lot to learn and improve upon. You can find my writing here. My top 5 fave fics that I've written this last year are (in no particular order):
Your Guardian Ghosts
Anything Goes
Finding You
I Asked for Coffee and Got You
Phantom Hearts
Ships: I am, at my core, a SuFin and DenNor shipper. However, I have also become an avid NorFin shipper, along with SuNor, SuDen, and DenFin. I have also been introduced to RomNor and ScotNor, and the people involved know that they are in the process of converting me to those ships. I'm pretty sure Iceland is aro/ace in my head because I really just don't love shipping him with anyone. (I don't hate HongIce, I just don't personally go out of my way to ship it. 🤷 Ice is just a solitary creature to me.)
This year (2023): My intention is to slow down on how many stories I write in one year. I kinda overdid it this last year, and I got burn out a couple of times. My focuses for this year are to wrap up my two almost finished wips and continue progress on my longer wip. I also have a new series I started, based off an AU I wrote in 2021 that I look forward to sharing with you! Other goals I have are to write a few more character studies and maybe expand on some of the pairings I have been exposed to, and really challenge my writing skills. There are some aspects that I feel like I've left behind recently that I'd like to bring back and hone better.
Bonus: I've decided to open my askbox this year for 1k story prompts, headcanons, refs, and some get-to-know-me's. If you have questions about my writing, writing processes, or other things about me that I haven't answered before, send them in. I'd also like to work more with 1k sprints to challenge my writing, so please send me a prompt and a pair/writing request at your leisure. I usually only write human AUs, so if you'd like any headcanons, give me a character and I'll see what I can come up with. (All of my country-verse headcanons, I feel like, are meh but I'm willing to give it a go if you want some of that, too! After all, I have done a few of them in the past.) If you want blog/artist/fic recs, lemme know!
If you made it this far, thank you for reading! And please enjoy your stay! [And don't forget that spam-liking/reblogging is not only appreciated but encouraged here!]
#my shit#new year new intro#hetalia#aph nordics#hws nordics#hetalia fanfiction#fanfiction author#im sorry this is so long lol#pinned post#i love you guys sm!!#i like the idea that i've got this put together little intro on a site that is just chaos#and i am chaos#anyone who knows me knows this
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