#hws Pairings

[italyveneziano]

Throwback to England's italian disguise

[crepegosette]

I'm a bit late but here's my piece for the @hws-anthology!!

Big thanks to the mods for having me in the zine!! Also be sure to check the other works!! A lot of amazing and talented people helped it become a thing! :]

[paperuniverse]

Holy shit, them <3

[tenderleavesbob]

It was the most beautiful room Link had ever seen.

Link could hear the other soldiers conversing about the room, but it was hard to focus on their words. All of his attention was captured by the treasure trove before him. He stepped further into the room and stared in awe at the glory before him.

The conversation behind him quieted. General Impa stepped up and touched his arm. "Captain. Link. Are you all right? What's wrong?"

What was wrong? Wrong? How could anything be wrong with this before them?

"I'm fine, General," Link said absently. The more he looked, the more he found. It was amazing! "Everything is fine."

Everything was fantastic.

"Link," Impa said, and the amount of concern in her voice struck Link as odd but not of immediate importance. Not compared to this glorious room.

"General Impa," Lana said, and when had she joined them? "It's okay. I know what the problem is. Link, did you want to call the boys? I'm sure they wouldn't want to miss this."

Link lit up. How could he have forgotten them? They would love this! Before Impa could manage more than a frustrated protest, Link threw his head back and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Boys!"

Impa was arguing with Lana about something behind him, but more importantly, Link heard the familiar rumble of Tune's and Mask's running steps. They knew to book it when they heard that tone from Link. Link forced himself to wait patiently even as everything inside him burned with the delightful desire to move.

"Captain!" Tune called, running up to Link. He reached Link first just because his legs were still longer than Mask's. "Captain, what's..." Tune reached Link and saw the room. His eyes widened. He stuttered to a stop. "Wrong?"

"Hey!" Mask burst out, sprinting to their sides. "What the hell?"

Link caught the exact moment that Mask saw the treasure trove. The boy gasped and grabbed Link's arm.

Beaming, Link grabbed the hilt of his sword. His boys immediately did the same. "All ours, kiddos."

Mask was too awestruck to even care about the nickname. Impa threw up her hands. "It is just a room of pots!"

The trio didn't hear her. Lana sighed and shrugged. "It's a hero thing."

The countless pots shimmered before them. The trio whipped out their blades. With wild war cries, they charged.

"They're pots," Impa repeated, baffled, and then had to dodge a flying ceramic shard.

[novuit]

Here's an absurd amount of drawings I made last week for this year's @hetalia-rarepairweek with my otps <3

(They're all in chronological order ^^)

There's more under the cut 🫶

[secondshark]

Older amebel illust!

[straystarship]

The hetalia fandom will never be ready to accept the fact that France is a gerita and usuk shipper, and that he makes his own erotic fan art of them.

Which is a shame because that makes him one of my favorite characters.

[ifindus]

Can you please draw the Alpine bois? (Austria and Switzerland?) Tysm!

Sure! I was meaning to draw Switzerland soon anyway, I really think he'd suit the new mullet hairstyle that's popular rn 🙏

[broomcolate]

average Švankmajer family

[coffeeandbreadrolls]

If my rarepair has no clientele I am dead

[fatuismooches]

Imagine Dottore comforting you after a bad experience in school.

You would have just finished something you've worked very hard on, something you were genuinely interested in too, perhaps a project or essay or anything in between. You were up late, pouring all of your energy into your research to create the best result you possibly could. And yet, you could never stay awake longer than Zandik, who finally realized what you meant when you always complained about how stubborn he was about sleeping since he was met with the same stubbornness from you in these moments. Still, he was quite impressed with your dedication to your work. Though he may not share the same interests as you always, may have even found some of them frivolous at first, he can respect your passion for them.

You would frequently stress over it and fret over everything, which Zandik was slightly exasperated at because you're the most competent person he knows in the whole Akademiya. You don't need to be so doubtful of yourself, he knows you very well and is confident in your intelligence. But of course, he'll edit and read over your work when you beg him to, unsurprisingly it's able to keep his attention unlike much of his peers' work. You would thank him for all of his help, but he would only chide you for that, since you were being far too modest as you were the one who did all the work. He has no worries about your grade, having the utmost confidence, hell, his picky self approved it. That lessened your anxiety a lot as you waited for the verdict.

Unfortunately, it turns out to be the opposite. See, Zandik is no stranger to his work being ignored and ridiculed as well, which he's gotten used to at this point, (though you've become the one person who's always willing to listen) but it still infuriates him to see others at the Akademiya not take you seriously. Zandik's hands feel out of place and unusual holding you as you weep into his chest, but it seems to make you feel a bit better so he doesn't protest. He lets you cry about how rude the professor was for no reason. About how it feels like everything you've worked and studied for has been diminished. How it hurts to have such hard work reduced to nothing.

There's only so much comfort Zandik can provide with his body in this situation, so he does what he does best - hard, indisputable facts. His view of you and your intelligence is very set in stone. He won't let anyone convince him or you to think differently, and he tells you to ignore all others who disagree. He sees how hard you work even if others have the gall to deny it, and that your work will always reflect that nature of yours. And he, for one, will always be willing to listen and appreciate, just as you do for him. He sees what a fascinating mind you have, and that will always be more than enough for him.

[gilbertfortnite]

[crepegosette]

casual enjoyer of those creatures (deranged)

[the-lost-profile]

Another old art, this time with our velvet pair.

[batataaurdoodh]

@hetalia-rarepairweek day 3: celebrity

I really like my outline brush

[novuit]

Feeding the EngIta community with this half-baked doodle my friend keeps referencing to every single time she witnesses anyone making out..