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discotenny · 5 years ago

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Corner Store [2]

Description: Arthur Kirkland had owned and run a corner store for the past 15 years. He is determined to go through the rest of his life with minimal change. However, when he takes notice of three high school boys, his world gets turned around as he tries to piece back his life in a way that he thinks it's supposed to be. Word Count: 2.5k+ Warnings: Obsessive behavior, underlying issues, panic attacks, divorce, OCD, I don’t know perhaps slight blood mention? Characters in Chapter: Arthur Kirkland[Britain], Francis Bonnefoy[France], Feliciano Vargas[North Italy], Lovino Vargas[South Italy], Elizabeta Héderváry[Hungary], Yao Wang[China], Roderich Edelstein[Austria]. Characters Mentioned: Matthias Nilsson[Denmark], Gilbert Beilschmidt[Prussia], Alfred Jones[USA], Peter Kirkland[Sealand], Toumas Nilsson[Finland], Kiku Honda[Japan] Ship/s Mentioned: AusHun[Elizabeta & Roderich]{Brief interaction} AU: !Corner Store AU! !Human AU!

I doubt I’m going to finish this story though haha. It was fun to write, and there was a third chapter planned to post[ perhaps I’ll post a bonus later or something], though Hetalia has been in the back of my mind with the creation of this blog. Don’t worry babsies [is that the plural form of babs?] Mod Ioten will post BSD stuff soon lol

Despite the disruption in peace yesterday, Arthur opened the store with a smile on his face. Francis followed shortly, clocking in while Arthur was eating his morning sandwich and drinking his first cup of tea of the day. “Bonjour mon ami!” Francis hummed, walking in from the back.

“Did Alfred get home okay?” Arthur couldn’t help but ask, blowing on his tea before taking a sip.

Francis’s eyes softened, and he looked down at the coffee in his hand. “Yes, he is alright. Merci Arthur for allowing him to wait here with his friends. I will have to call Matthias’s guardian to share my thanks as well.”

Arthur coughed a little bit, choking on his tea a bit. “I-It’s no big deal,” Arthur got out through coughs. “I would want someone to do the same for my own son if the same situation arose with him.”

The Frenchman looked up in surprise, “You have a little boy as well?”

Reaching into his wallet, he pulled out a small Christmas photo taken last year. “His name is Peter, Alfred acts quite a bit like him,” He chuckled, handing it to Francis.

“He’s a beautiful boy…” Francis mumbled, looking over the photo. “Is this your wife?” He asked, pointing at the woman who held her hair neatly in a partial ponytail.

Arthur looked away awkwardly, “Oh- uh. Yes. Peter is much closer to her than me.” He didn’t really want to discuss any more of it, so he attempted to change the subject. “Are you close with Alfred? He talks about you a lot.”

“He talks… about me?” Francis seemed shocked. A spark lit inside, and these eyes opened wider than before.

“Does he usually not?” Arthur questioned, setting down his tea.

“Alfred at home is much more… let’s say reserved at home. He doesn’t talk much nowadays.” Francis took a drink of his beverage, turning around to begin his shift.

Arthur leaned over the counter to look at Francis going to the other side of the store. “The fruit needs to be rearranged to make it look like there’s more than we actually have!”

He waved Arthur off, and the man relaxed a little bit. Finishing up his breakfast sandwich, Arthur got up to begin sweeping the floor. There were forty-five minutes before the store had to open up; Arthur could prepare it in twenty. Thinking back to yesterday, he took note that Francis was right in that the store had an odd sour smell to it. He would never admit it though, but the itchiness in his palm crept back into his mind. He tried to rub it against the broom handle, seeking some, any relief from the result of the new revelation. However, nothing seemed to help him. In Arthur’s frustration, he stomped over to the back room. Mumbling curses to himself, he grabbed a can of air freshener and started spraying around the store.

Francis watched in bewilderment at the scene, freezing while still holding an apple. “Mon ami I do not know if it is my place to speak on your…choices. But what are you doing spraying that can like a mad man?”

“The store smells bad” Arthur mumbled, turning to the direction of Francis, getting ready to spray.

“Hey hey hey! You will poison our produce!” Francis grabbed Arthur’s shoulders, turning him around. “What is wrong with you!”

Arthur scrunched up his face when the powerful waft of fresh linen hit his nostrils. He started coughing, crouching over. “We can open a little bit later if it helps you ca-”

“No!” Arthur yelled, shooting back up. “We-” He coughed a little bit more, “We can’t afford to open later than the morning rush!”

Although it made moderate sense to Francis and was a good enough reason for him to back off, Arthur knew that wasn’t the truth. It wouldn’t be normal for him to open up the store later than 6:30 in the morning. It wouldn’t be right. “To get rid of this…aroma, may I suggest we turn on our air?” Francis suggested, and Arthur begrudgingly agreed. Francis looked on in concern as Arthur sludged over to the thermostat, turning and twisting knobbles and bobs. He knew the signs of trouble when he saw it.

Though the owner and his employee found themselves in hot water in the morning, that didn’t stop Arthur from opening up at 6:30 AM. Sitting at the counter, he sipped at his tea waiting for the customers to roll in.

A few moments later, the sound of the bell that filled him with so much joy rang; and he was filled with the euphoria that rushed over him every time a body entered. As customers filed themselves in, each one took a look at their preferred groceries. A line began to form as the first batch of customers gathered their usual items, some chatting casually with each other as they waited for Arthur to check them out.

His first customers were a pair of twins that he knew very well. The Vargas brothers, one more comfortable in the public atmosphere than the other.

“Buongiorno signore Arthur!” Feliciano set down a bag of biscotti and a sewing kit. As he bounced and made small comments of the climate of the day, his brother bashfully brought a bag of tomatoes to the counter. The twins were students who used to babysit Peter before he went off to elementary, so Arthur knew them on a more personal level than the rest of his customers. “The weather has been unpredictable lately,” Feliciano whispered, rattling his hand on the counter.

“Indeed it has,” Arthur mused, weighing the bag of tomatoes and slapping a sticker noting that it was paid on the front. “If I’m correct it’s supposed to clear up by the end of the afternoon. It’ll be a nice change of pace from all of the rain we’ve been getting.” Arthur smiled to himself as he continued the routine he’s been doing for the past fifteen years. Checking out and conversation, what more could a man need?

“Really!” Feliciano gasped excitedly and grabbed his brother’s arm. “Lovi, we can play football together then!”

His brother, Lovino, looked at him angrily. “I told you not to call me that dumbass!” He said it in a whisper, though most people around the twins could hear their conversation. Lovino jerked his arm away from his brother, who still held the excited demeanor as before.

“Your total is 12.94,” Arthur gave a polite nod to the pair as they scrambled to get their money out. With random coins and a couple of bills, their groceries were paid with exact change. “Have a nice day you boys!”

“Say hi to Peter for me! Ciao!~” The two grabbed their respective items and walked out the door, Feliciano chatting to himself while Lovino took a bite out of one of the tomatoes he had bought.

As the two walked out, the same lady who had bought his gummy bear supply walked up to the counter. She didn’t hold anything in her hand, and there wasn’t anything on the countertop either. “Hello miss, can I help you with anything today?” Despite his polite form, Arthur’s hand began to itch at the prospect of something wrong with the customer’s visit.

The young lady ducked under the counter, and Arthur leaned to see what she was doing. She was snickering to herself, and placed down the box of gummy rolls that Gilbert had purchased yesterday. She was just about to pull out her money to pay for the rolls until someone called her name, causing her to turn around.

“Elizabeta! Can you pay for this too?”

A tall, awkward man emerged from the end of the line, walking slowly up to the girl. He seemed to be in poor health, heaving with every step he took; as if just being alive took a heavy toll on him. Elizabeta sighed, taking his energy drink and cheese stick and placing it down onto the counter. “Are you okay Roderich?” She asked, reaching her hand up to caress his face as Arthur scanned their items.

“I’m fine,” He sighed, batting Elizabeta’s hand away. “Thank you for paying.” Roderich leaned into her as she got her pocket money out.

“Are you a fan of these gummies?” Arthur asked as he was halfway through scanning the 34 rolls in the box.

Elizabeta laughed, “Oh no I’m not. I have a friend who is a big fan of them though. A couple bucks to see his face when he comes to school, finding out I bought all of his favorite candies, is worth it all the way.”

Arthur smiled to himself at the childish scheme. “Well, as long as I’m getting the money for the product,” he laughed along. “Would you like separate bags?”

Elizabeta and Roderich looked at each other before Roderich turned to Arthur, replying with a short no thank you. “Very well then,” Arthur smiled, carefully placing all of the gummy rolls around the boy’s Red Bull and cheese. When the exchange of money and product finished, Arthur waved goodbye to the pair. Roderich and Elizabeta turned around to say a quick goodbye. Arthur saw them lace their fingers together, and he smiled seeing them casually walkout.

The morning rush continued with familiar faces, casual acquaintances, and the same customers who would always come in the morning. Arthur felt good, despite the incidents in the morning and yesterday afternoon.

Time seemed to fly by as he and Francis guided people into making purchases, cleaning the store in the downtime, and checking out customers. Soon enough, Francis had to leave to pick up his son from school; and Arthur was left to his own thoughts.

His mind steeped into unhealthy territory. Every single detail of his life, every single constant he thought over as he drank his tea and ate his afternoon sandwich. He smiled as he reminded himself that nothing would be changing, that everything would and could not shift.

It couldn’t happen; he wouldn’t allow it.

He thought over the boys that he’d grown fond of. A shift, maybe, but a slightly more pleasant one than the changes he’s used to. But he had thought it over, saw where they would fit in his world that never changed.

They would come in every day, that's a plus. Always ordering the same items? Even better. Then he thought further. What would happen when he would retire? What would happen when the boys graduated? What would happen when the divorce went through, and he could only see his son for three days every week?

Arthur stopped moving when his teacup was six inches from his face. He sucked his breath in, and slowly set his cup down. He felt an itch creep up into his palm, worse than all of his other incidents. He couldn’t breathe. He had to get out of such a suffocating environment. As if he was in a daze, Arthur stood up and walked towards the door. Reaching towards the sign hanging on the inside of the door, he turned it so that the ‘open’ sign faced him. He finally allowed himself to let the air in his lungs flow out. He opened the door and walked through, turning around to lock it. He scratched his hand, walking through the streets of his familiar town with a thick haze surrounding his aura.

Arthur was wandering for a while. He didn’t know how far he’d walked until he found himself at the intersection which separated the stores from the roads leading to the major highway. Turning around, Arthur found himself at his rival’s grocery. Waddling in, he kept quiet. A bell sound, different from the one he had in his store rang. The smell was completely different too.

Why was he here? Arthur couldn’t answer the question himself. He had the afternoon rush to wait for after all. However, it was too late to turn back, he’d already entered the store and caught the attention of the clerk.

“Arthur Kirkland.” He turned to the side, seeing the Chinese man that tormented his business for the past 10 years. “Come to buy something different than European product?” Yao asked, folding his arms on the counter.

“I-I…” Arthur stuttered out, not able to come up with something suitable to say. With a cocky brow raise, Yao stood up and made his way over to the unusual guest.

“If you are looking for something we have it,” Yao said proudly. “You want bowl? Soap to brighten skin? I have Kiku cut pig blood for your cooking!”

“No thank you…” Arthur moved his arm in a shooing motion.

“You walk into my grocery and say you not need any,” Yao rolled his eyes, growing frustrated with the Brit. “Why are you even here?”

Arthur stood stiff, staring at the store, at the unfamiliarity of it all. Walking off, he wandered deeper into the aisles of foreign goods. Boxes of products he’s never seen, lines of items he wouldn’t dare to carry in his store; he leaned against a shelf for support. Faintly, he could hear Yao yell a little and then give up, walking back to his counter.

Suddenly, his whole body itched, and no matter how much he tried to relieve himself, the uncomfortable sensation never ceased. His nails dug into his skin as he scratched vigorously at his palms. In addition to his discomfort, he felt skin break and a stinging feeling begin to set in. He stumbled into the next aisle, scanning the items to try and find some sense of familiarity. Boxes of medicinal tea lined the shelves, and he was comforted somewhat by the leaves he used every morning. Then he found it.

He ran towards a box that held the black tea he drank every morning and held it as if it was gold. Shaking, he palmed his pants to see if he had his wallet. He felt a wave of relief when he felt the bump in his pocket.

Arthur walked over to the counter, presenting Yao with a hesitant smile. The man behind the counter looked at him through suspicious eyes, and took the credit card Arthur held out. “What bring you to my grocery today Mr. Kirkland?” A thick Chinese accent laced the man’s tone. Arthur found it funny that the long ponytail that Yao held his hair in swayed whenever he spoke.

“A-” Arthur found his throat to be unusually dry. “A change of pace is good sometimes.”

Yao didn’t reply, only humming as he handed back the card, giving Arthur his tea in a plastic bag.

Quickly, Arthur bid Yao goodbye and ran towards his own establishment. While the itchy feeling never went away, the dryness in his throat sure did with the enormous amount of tea he drank when he got back.

He almost forgot to turn the open sign back around before sitting down at the counter. Everything was okay, Arthur told himself. All he had to do was wait for the afternoon rush.

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wander-yet-wonder · 5 years ago

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Parting the veil - Spaus

Fandom: Hetalia Pairing: Spaus, (Spain / Austria) Word count: 2319 Rating: All audiences Warnings: Historicised attitudes towards Islam do not reflect the author’s views. Summary: Roderich isn't the best at travelling. Still, he'd gladly do so in order to spend time with his new husband. The Spanish landscape betrays things about Antonio he'd rather keep silent himself. It seems like Antonio has separated himself from his past through a sheer curtain and when visiting Roderich feels like he can almost see through it, see the ghosts that move on the other side. Everything is so foreign to him, will he be able to eventually harmonize with Antonio? Read on AO3: X

I was requested to write a Spaus drabble, apparently, I can’t write drabbles and instead put out a whole ass fic. So um- have this? @fandomghost I hope you like it. Special shoutout to @katemarley for recommending me Innsbruck ich muss dich lassen when I was nerding to her about German renaissance music <3

At least there were mountains. Roderich was grateful for the snowy peaks of the Pyrenees that decorate the horizon visible from his window. They were the only familiar sight because he was in all other aspects “fast entheimt”. Unfortunately, now that they had reached Zaragoza, a city with a name so foreign that he wouldn’t have discredited as the name of an ancient Persian magician in a novel, the mountains were far more distant and only visible on clear days. The name of the city wasn’t the only thing that was foreign to him, when he and his consorts had crossed the mountains he had felt like the very bedrock that Spain was made of was unlike his own, down to the small crocus like flowers that bloomed in the meadows that their guide had explained to him were rare ‘false saffron’. In Zaragoza, he’d been given a room in the palace of the catholic monarchs that had taken residence there after Isabel I of Castile had married Ferdinand II of Aragon but that in the streets was still referred to by the people as the palace of Aljaféria. Though that royal marriage had unified Spain and was the reason he could stay there to visit his Antonio, Aragon was by no means gone. Her belongings and her culture were still found all over the province. However, he wasn’t to meet her until later that month. He felt like in a way, simply by travelling the land he already had met her. She wasn’t the only shadow of a nation that he felt. Besides Spain, that is to say, Castile and Aragon, there was a third presence within these castle walls, an invisible presence, a ghost from the past.

Roderich had never fully realised the reality of the occupation by Arabic forces in the peninsula. When he had Antonio in front of him in Aachen, a fierce proprietor of Christendom, speaking Latin with a quintessentially Romanesque tongue… He had somehow thought that as the occupiers left the peninsula, Antonio was a roman again. That when they left, they took everything with them, left no traces, that whatever was left was carefully purged by his new husband. Yet these walls told a different story. In a moment where he’d been free to roam the halls, he’d let himself be spellbound by the strange arabesque masonry, the ever-spiralling geometrical decorative patterning in the friezes, the archways, the capitals. One gallery from where he could reach the stonework, he had secretly pressed his fingers against it, half expecting it to give way like bee’s wax due to how much it resembled a honeycomb. He let out a quivering breath and whispered the name: the Umayyad dynasty, the caliphate of Cordoba. That strange shadow that seemed to hide in the corners in the palace. Had he made a mistake when marrying Antonio? How much of his husband was still Moorish?

Antonio was always secretive and defensive about his time isolated from the rest of them. Roderich never pressed him for answers. He’d lie in bed next to him and watch Antonio’s quiet breathing and think to himself that Antonio must’ve suffered a lot. Yet he looked at how his own hand looked like porcelain against Antonio’s chest, and he wondered.

These thoughts were tumbling over each other as he was staring out the window, his letter to the bishop abandoned in front of him as his quill was resting idly between his fingers. He felt sick to the stomach again, he’d always get such bad Heimweh, if only Toni could just always visit him in Austria… that would be a perfect world.

“Ah, there you are!”

Antonio snapped him out of his reverie by materializing in the doorframe and looking at him like he was trying to figure him out, like studying a puzzling little flower, like a false saffron, and wondering whether it was edible or not.

“Have you truly been cooped up in here all-day writing? Come, this won’t do, come out and catch some fresh air.”

He’d already strode over and made to pull Roderich along by the arm despite the young man’s protests that it was too hot outside and that he’d tan.

“I gathered some courtiers, we’re going to play music in the courtyard. If you sit in the gallery you won’t tan. Just join it’ll be great. Did you play that Viol a lot?”

‘That viol’ was the lovely Soprano viol that Antonio had given to Roderich when they parted ways after their second visit. Roderich had been familiar with the more European Vieille already and had taken to the instrument like he’d never played anything else. It helped that it was a gift from Antonio, so whenever he missed him too much he could take out the viol, lovingly caress the little wooden face that was carved into the end of the neck with incredible craftmanship, and then by playing and studying bring Antonio a little closer. He’d carefully press down on the strings and would imagine Toni listening and smiling. He’d been playing it when sad or lonely so often he started to feel like he expressed his feelings better through music than through words. So to Antonio’s question, he gave a firm affirmative nod and looked at the case that contained it when he brought it with him here.

“Well bring it! I want to hear!”

Roderich’s heart quickened. He had fantasized about what would happen if he’d play in front of Antonio, that Antonio would listen and understand- that he could say what he wanted to say without words. That Antonio instantly recognised that he’d studied hard just to please him. But now that the moment was here, he felt suddenly nervous.

“Ah, very well, I’ll play for you. But not for your court.”

Antonio looked a little taken aback but then agreed with a smile

“We’ll have fewer instruments then, but it agrees with me.”

Roderich tried to read Antonio and see if he wasn’t upset but he couldn’t tell. He took the dear instrument and tagged along, all the while trying not to be deafened by his heart nervously pounding in his ears. Antonio retrieved his vihuela de mano from the group of courtiers and declared they wouldn’t be joining them until later. They seemed a little disappointed, but Roderich observed from the doorway that the confident way in which Antonio declared he wouldn’t be present, rather than asked to be forgiven for not joining made no one even think of questioning him. He smiled; this is what he adored in Antonio.

Antonio took him to one of the palaces many open courtyards and sat him down underneath the strange honeycomb arches on a railing. With just the two of them in an enclosed garden Roderich thought of the many courtly romance novels he’s read and blushed a bit. Antonio caught on and with a grin took his hand and kissed it.

“So, are we going to play music? Or was this all an elaborate plan of yours so we could exchange kisses?”

Antonio was already scooting a bit closer and his smirk grew. Roderich frowned as his blush deepened but couldn’t hide a smile.

“Don’t tease me, Antonio.”

He leaned in and gave Antonio a small kiss on the cheek.

“I had every intention to play music for you."

Antonio nodded and sat back a bit and gave Roderich a tender smile that sent a warmth spreading through his chest. Roderich got in position and put the viol between his legs. He took a deep breath and took the bow to the strings. He took a deep breath and started to sing. It was the song he’d been singing ever since Innsbruck’s precious valley had been swallowed between the pine trees as they had crossed that fateful bend in the road that meant saying goodbye. Roderich had never been good at travel, he was in his essence a very rooted person. He needed the mountains, the pine trees, the fresh crisp winter air, he needed his home. At first, he had thought that this crippling nervousness that took hold of him when he was in unfamiliar territory had to do with the type of creature that he was: wouldn’t it make sense for countries to have to be close to their lands? But the more other’s he met, the more he learned that isn’t necessarily the case. He sang the first tender lines of ‘Innsbruck ich muss dich lassen’, which he had been practising to bring him solace ever since he had left. He had adapted the original choral piece by giving the higher register to his viol and himself singing a fragile tenor second voice.

“ISbruck, ich muß dich lassen ich far do hin mein strassen in fremde land do hin mein freud ist mir genomen die ich nit weiß bekummen wo ich jm elend bin.”

It had every property of a learned piece of music, despite its secular subject. In his opinion, the choral harmonies showed a Pythagorean harmony and evoked the harmonies of heaven. It was in every aspect a thing of technical ingenuity. But it was out of place. Singing about Innsbruck and his land in the Spanish summer heat just fell flat. All the emotion he could usually put into it, about missing home and struggling with travel didn’t seem to communicate either.

“Groß leid muß ich yetz tragen das ich allein thu klagen dem liebsten bůlen mein ach lieb nun laß mich armen im hertzen dein erbarmen das ich muß von dannen sein.”

The second verse, about parting from your lover was yet another thing very recognisable for him, as he and Antonio often spent large stretches apart from one another. Antonio, however, seemed more concerned with picking dirt out from under his nails than listening. He knew Antonio didn’t know much German, but he hoped he would at least get the gist of it. His voice wavered slightly as he tried to keep Antonio invested in the music all through the last verse.

“Meyn trost ob allen weyben dein thu ich ewig pleyben stet trew der eren frumm nun muß dich Gott bewaren in aller thugent sparen biß das ich wider kumm.”

A pledge of faithfulness to the one you’re leaving. It was silent for a moment between them after he finished and Roderich felt like he’d swallowed a brick. Antonio perked up again and took his vihuela.

“You did not enjoy it.”

He must’ve looked hurt because Antonio winced and reassuringly pet his hand.

“Ah no! It was good! I could tell it was technically perfect.”

Antonio was a terrible liar though and with one stern look, Roderich managed to get him to sigh and tell the truth.

“It was just- all the same. And a bit sad, but mostly just that it was the same thing three times, and all the rhythm stayed the same and the distance between the cords stayed the same… It made me feel like I was either at church or just- really bored.”

Roderich was confused, “But- isn’t that what music is supposed to sound like? With regular harmonies? I read in a book-”

Antonio cut him off: “That’s exactly it! It sounds so learned, so lifeless! Shouldn’t music be sweeping? To slowly build and make you feel this- this- Ecstasy! wait, I’ll show you what I learned!”

He started strumming the vihuela. “Ok, you clap along.” Roderich uneasily started clapping, a little off-beat because of the strange rhythm Antonio was creating.

“This is an old one Roderich so you might know it. Hmm, maybe not the words it’s easy, you just sing the refrain with me I’ll do the stanzas. Ok, it’s Santa María, Strela do día, Móstra-nos, pera Déus e nos guía. Got that?”

Antonio was tapping his foot to the rhythm and slapping the wood of his vihuela in between the plucking. Then he suddenly stopped and took a ring of keys of his belt and handed it to Roderich. “Here, shake this- hmm this would be better if we had more players.” But he kept playing until Roderich got the hang of it. Then he started singing with it, the refrain was relatively straightforward but once Roderich got it, Toni started to make strange variations on it that threw him of again.

“No, it’s ok Roderich, you just keep singing the regular version and I’ll vary upon it. Also, the rhythm is rha-pa-pa-pa, rha-pa-papa-pa-pa. Yes, like that.”

Once they sang together like that for a while Antonio inserted stanzas between the refrains where the end of the sentences ended in long drawn out undulating notes. They were unlike anything Roderich had ever heard in a church at home or even at the fair! Though they were singing about Mary, about asking god forgiveness for sins, Roderich felt strange with what was happening. He wasn’t very good at it, but it felt like Antonio was pulling him along in a wild dance. Just as he’d gotten the hang of it, Antonio sped up and harmonized with him. Roderich could feel his body sway from side to side, almost without his will and they moved in perfect unison, rising and falling. He felt his sadness slowly fading and he smiled while singing. The thing Antonio had said about sweeping you away, about ecstasy, he was starting to understand it now. This strange rhythm, and the way Antonio intuitively reacted to what he was doing… it was almost sensual. When they finished his cheeks were red and he was slightly out of breath. Any passer-by would’ve suspected them of exchanging kisses in the garden after all. Perhaps he might as well… He enthusiastically threw himself forward, wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed Antonio on the lips. Nothing as chaste as before, the vihuela awkwardly between them. Antonio was clearly surprised but not complaining.

Hi! Welcome to this fic exploring the musical differences between Antonio and Roderich (and perhaps, by extension in their personalities). The music, however, isn't the only historical reference going on in here.

This fic is set very shortly after their marriage so anywhere between 1520 and 1525. They're still trying to figure each other out and getting to know the other's culture. Or at least, Roderich is.

The Moorish occupation of the Iberian peninsula was in that time seen as a very dark page in Spain's history and after the Reconquista Spain was portraying itself as an extremely Christian country (perhaps overcompensating slightly?). The time in Al Andalus, however, was a time when music, poetry and science flourished in Spain and the land and culture are still very influenced by it. The palace they're staying in is evidence of that. (Look up a picture it's gorgeous).

Roderich is starting to notice these Islamic influences in his new husband. And as a Christian man living in the 1500's they make him warry (not to speak of the attacks of the Ottoman empire on Austria in that time). However, the thing he ends up enjoying immensely about Antonio in this fic, his music, is something that is extremely Moorish.

Moorish music was seen as highly skilled and highly superior music even after Christianisation and Moorish musicians were still employed by the court a lot for special events.

There are two characters in here that aren't canon: the kingdom of Aragon and the Caliphate of Cordoba. The Kingdom of Aragon is a fierce lady that's the bane of Antonio's existence even though right now they're unified.

The pieces that both of them play are from their respective countries, and links are included in the lyrics. Roderich's is a contemporary piece by Henrich Isaac. If the lyrics look strange that's because that's the original 16th-century german. Antonio's piece is older, It's one of the many cantiga's de Santa maria. These canticles were written for King Alfonso X, who made a great contribution to early Spanish Christian culture. They're in the Galician dialect of Spanish that's super close to Portuguese.

As for their instruments, there are three instruments mentioned. The first being Roderich's viol. This is a predecessor to the modern-day violin, but also to the cello. It belongs to the family of the 'viola da gamba'. it was developed in 15th-century Spain. They are played upright in the lap with a bow. You can see one in use here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLgJPBDzS6o

The viol bore some resemblance to the vielle, an older and more northern European relative to the instrument, that is actually played underneath the chin. The experience with the vielle is what made it easier for Roderich to learn the viol.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdps64D-u-g

finally, Antonio is playing the vihuela da mano. While this seems yet another instrument of which the name resembles 'violin' it actually resembles a guitar more!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=duHMeCndpjo

And let's not forget about the important percussion instrument: Antonio's keys.

Have any questions about historical things I forgot to explain? please don't hesitate to shoot me a message or comment on this fic and I'll gladly elaborate.

#Spaus #aph Spain #aph austria #historical hetalia #spaaus #bringbackhetalia2020 #bringbackhetalia2k19 #juliwrites

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bonjourxrenae · 6 years ago

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3, 22, 25, & 33, please? (love your blog btw! 💖)

Ahhh!! Thank you!!!! ;w; 💖💖

Who is your favorite character currently?: I feel like I’m always in a cryogenic state where L.ithuania is my current fave… it’s still very true!

Thoughts on HetaOni? Have you played it?: … I have actually never played HetaOni? And I remember attempting to watch a Let’s Play of it, but I didn’t get very far… but as someone with an interest in horror games, I do like the concept! Maybe I’ll try watching a Let’s Play again soon (my laptop is currently dying and awful at running games or else I would play it myself!)

Do you roleplay any characters on Tumblr, Facebook, Twitter, or Omeagle? I don’t really do RPs outside of my usual group of friends! I don’t ever have any intention of doing so either (most of my Hetalia RP days are behind me, with the exception of one RP that is turning into a lengthy novel of sorts)

What are some of your biggest headcanons?: Alright, let’s see:

P.oland definitely growls like a bunny when he’s upset or wants attention.

B.elarus has definitely watched Repo! The Genetic Opera and she unironically loves it.

A.merica and L.ithuania bond over music - they are singing buds and they will visit each other, go to concerts, and take long car rides just to loudly sing car karaoke together.

P.russia occasionally remembers his days as Old P.russia, which further complicates his already rough relationship with L.ithuania.

While S.witzerland is an accomplished marksman on his own, L.iechtenstein is actually a much better shot than he is, as she tends to be calmer and more calculating with her aim.

A.ustria is That One Customer with the crazy organized divider pouch full of coupons. S.witzerland is almost as bad, but at least he doesn’t hoard expired coupons like SOME PEOPLE DO, RODERICH.

While they were married, A.ustria and H.ungary were definitely swingers.

Want to ask me Hetalia questions? Or maybe you would like to answer some yourself? :3

#Hetalia #replies #koalasprite #I have a list of LGBTQ+ headcanons but I feel like that could be a post all its own;;;;

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musicmeisterfanatic · 7 years ago

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Some random hetalia stories I came up with

Alfred F. Jones is a taxi driver (a rather rude one at that) in his late 20s. His brother, Matthew Williams, is a university professor in his late 30s. Matthew got fired from his job after he was framed for fireworks in the computer lab by a student of his (who was a well know bully and gang leader named Emilio) and had his bro pick him up with the taxi. Alfred ends up driving too fast and runs over an old man. The old man’s dying wish was that the dynamic duo would travel to London and figure out how his grandson, Lovino Vargas, was really killed. The private investigators said Lovino suicided, but the old man, Romulus, knew otherwise. Now it’s up to the bros to get to London and solve the mystery- with the help of a British friend of Matthew’s.

Matthew Williams is a shy man in his early 30s who often goes to the calm, peaceful moors for time alone from his family, which are his two dads Arthur and Francis, his twin brother Alfred, and his little brother and sister Peter and Alaina. Matthew encounters a tall, mysterious Russian man in his late 30s one day as Matthew is thinking about his life and how awfully boring it is. The Russian, who he later finds out is Ivan Braginski, rushes off after realizing he was seen. Matthew catches up to him, however, as he is very fast. When he catches the Russian by the arm, Ivan glares at him menacingly and threatens him. However, after realizing Matthew isn’t who he thought he was, Ivan calms down and Matthew asks why Ivan ran. He tells Matthew that he was falsely accused of murdering his wealthy younger sister Natalia for her money. In reality, she was killed by her own secret groom-to-be, who happened to be Matthew’s own brother Alfred! Matthew is unsure what to do with his information. He doesn’t want Ivan to be caught and possibly sent to jail- or worse, executed- but at the same time, he doesn’t want the same to happen to his brother! It’s family or justice, what will Matthew choose?

Gilbert Beilschmidt is a man in his early thirties who lives in a penthouse apartment. He is a big liar and often cheats his way around poker games. But he bites off more than he can chew when he cheats against the leader of the Italian mafia, Romulus Vargas. Romulus loses a fortune and gets enraged, so he doesn’t give Gilbert the cleverly claimed money. Instead, he sends his bodyguards after Gilbert, who runs for his life. He ends up hiding out in the back of a bar, where he is discovered by Maria Vargas, the granddaughter of Romulus who is in her early thirties as well. She does not know of his bad luck at first, so she chats with him a bit. When he tells her of the situation (minus the cheating part), she tells him who she is. Gilbert tries to run off, but she grabs him before he escapes. She says that she never likes it when her grandfather is this way, as she herself was a less violent, more merciful person. She promised to protect him and they went on quite the adventure. But after Maria figures out that Gilbert cheated, she throws him on the street in anger, and tells him to burn in hell, leaving him there to be spotted by her grandfather. Romulus takes Gilbert back to a torture chamber, where he was told by Romulus that he would perish after all the torture. Maria visits him there and scoffs at him, but after a while she realizes she has fallen in love with Gilbert. Can she save Gilbert before it’s too late? Or will Gilbert bite the dust?

Elizabeta Héderváry is a woman in her early twenties who has gotten onto a train that is taking her to the stage in France she is going to perform her big debut play on. She comes with her producer, Roderich Edelstein, who is in his late twenties. They meet a man who claims to be a wealthy Chinese man named Yao Wang. Roderich falls for it and begs the man to sponsor his play. He agrees. But Elizabeta knows that there is something horribly wrong and it’s up to her to find out. She talks to a veriety of people on board, including Roderich himself, about this and nobody listens to anything she says! Frustrated, she sneaks into the Chinese man’s room to figure things out. She then finds out the truth: the real Yao Wang was kidnapped and is trapped in one of the cargo trains! The man pretending to be him is none other than the infamous Kiku Honda, leader of the Mako Ninja Clan! Can she finally get everyone to listen before the ninja leader completes his goal of asassinating a certain British Queen who comes to France to see the show?

Ludwig, a store clerk and German mafia member, forms a relationship with Feliciano Vargas, who happens to find out about Ludwig being in a German mafia. Unfortunately, this leads to Feliciano being kidnapped by a rival mafia. Now Ludiwg has to search for clues as to where Feliciano is being hidden- with the help of Feliciano’s grumpy, spitefull brother Lovino who wants nothing more than to see Ludwig burn. Can they stop fighting in time to save Feliciano?

A former cat burglar, Antonio Carriedo, is suddenly swept back into the burglary business when a terrorist has created a weapon of mass destruction. He is given spy gear and is trained to break into the terrorist’s lab and swipe the weapon. He has only 24 hours to train before they send him in. Will it be enough training to save the world? Or will The terrorist take over and become the tyrant he wants to be?

Roderich Edelstein is a famous musician in Austria that recieves a strange email. It turns out that his girlfriend, Elizabeta, has been kidnapped! The people who kidnapped her won’t let her go unless Roderich successfully performs a bank heist and gives them the money. Will he succumb to their demands to save his lover? If he does, will he transport the money before the the cops catch him? And if he doesn’t, how else will he save his lover?

Two brothers, Lukas Bondevik and Emil Steilsson, go back to Norway to visit their folks. When they arrive, however, the house is empty. They don’t have a clue what happened until they find a ransom note. Now, it’s up to them to save their parents before it’s too late!

If you want me to make these into actual fanfics, let me know! :D

#hetalia #fanfics #ideas

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sense-of-spring · 7 years ago

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As poor as rich a Hetalia Girls fanfic

And back with another idea. This time I'm gonna be using the Hetalia girls since they need more love. But enough talking here is key card to who is who.

Belgium: Laura von Oranje

Hungary: Elizabéta Héderváry

Belarus: Natalia Arlofskya

Ukraine: Irunya Yekterina

Liechtenstein: Lilli Vogel

And now lets begin! Shall we?

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As long as I remember the girls were never that important people said. They were weak, useless and were only useful in the kitchen. Of course every girl said b*lsh*t but the men never bothered to listen.

Date:17/06/1830

Lauras POV

Laura was walking through the streets in Belgium. Ever since the machines were invented the air never clean. She coughed and kept walking she had to take of one of the girls who worked in the huge fabric.

She walked and walked through the unclean air before arriving by the house of the girls. She knocked on the door and waited for the door to open.

Natalias POV

"Natalia! Natalia! Wake up" her sister kept yelling from the kitchen. She got out grumbling "Where are mom and dad Irunya?" As she heard no response she walked out their little room seeing the small table already decked with two plates with usual potatoes with a little bit of bread and bullion made out of old meat and water.

My sister was already sitting at the table keeping the food warm. As she said "Good morning Irunya" she sat down beginning to eat this. We talked a little apparently my mom went washing our clothes and our dad was getting food.

There was knocking just when I was about to throw the rest food on the street. I opened the door to only see that rich kid Laura standing there. I hated her a lot because she looked nice and all that stuff. She was friends with my older sister so visited us when her family was on business.

She smiled at me saying "oh hallo Natalia" and I spotted back "hello Laura" with a disgusted face. I yelled to my sister "Irunya! Laura is here" my sister came out of the sewing/work room. Obviously she was happy to see her that little b*tch.

Irunyas POV

Natalia was doing her chore for this morning while I began working on the clothes we had to deliver tomorrow to get our payment.

When I suddenly I heard my sister yelling Laura was here I was glad and happy it was a long time since I saw here. I came out the room and saw Laura standing in the dress I sewed for her. I said "hello Laura!" With and happy and friendly tone.

I was aware we had to go soon but I haven't talked to her in a few months. I went to the front door and said "come in come in" standing in the front with open arms.

Lauras POV

When the door was opened I saw Natalia in the door opening. Of course I was aware she didn't like me as I saw how she always reacted when I came by.

She called for her older sister and my good friend Irunya. When I saw her coming out of there work room I knew she was busy and I almost felt guilty for coming now.

I responded to Irunya with "hallo good friend!" And I accepted her invitation to come in. As I stepped in I saw how poor they were. There was a lot of difference in everything but I kept that to myself. Often I wondered how they survived.

I started catching up with my good friend and I felt stared at because of Natalia who was cleaning the wool. After a while I heard the bells of the fabrics I knew they had to go. I stood up and said "Wish you much luck both of until next time" before I let myself out.

Natalias POV

Laura was away finally I thought. But of course now the boring part begins. It was very simple rich didn't have to work even had servants and lived in big fancy houses. We the poor small houses almost no money and everyone got ill because of the work.

I was taught this by my parents. But I shook this off and saw Lilli she was knew here and the youngest of a poor family of 5 children. Their mother moved away even though it was against the rules she didn't believe in god anyways.

I remember that day too well when I heard it all happening hence the whole neighbourhood could hear it. The mother moved to the unification of Sweden and Norway.

But I saw her standing there waiting for her two older brothers to show up. Of course they did but theh immediately went away to their work space. I was working in the space as her so of course I knew her. "Hello Lilli" I greeted her smiling a bit. She looked at me before "oh hallo Natalia" she began spacing out again before I said "come Lilli we have to go because otherwise we won't get paided for today!" And we rushed in. We were working as spinners what we did all day was spinning the wool and when needed getting water to make sure the machines didn't over heat.

Lillis POV

I arrived earlier this time. I had to get out my brother Roderich became ill and Gilbert too. So me,Ludwig and Vash had to work more than usual. I began an extra job as servant by a rich family together with them. If I recall correct that family was called 'von Oranje' family.

I spaced out a lot I was told but now I have way to much on my mind now. With us working more and our father taking care of them we barely saw each other. We never spoke with each other during the days and only saw each other during the dinner.

I was sad to see this but it left no choices. I was awakened by Natalia a co worker and good friend of mine. "Good morning Lilli" she had said and responded "oh hallo Natalia"before I heard her saying that and I went after her.

Elizabéta POV

I'm right now a the fabric my dad owns he tells me to never go inside and always stay clear of those ways. Of course I didn't listen I had friends here Gilbert and Roderich my two good friends.

My dad had forced me into this dress he wanted me to be a girl. As soon I left the puffy dress would become just a simple dress. How? Well that is a secret.

A walked the long streets to their house. I knew they were home because I only saw the three youngest Vash,Ludwig and Lilli today. As I saw there house from a distance I hoped that their dad was not home.

*magical time skip is very magical*

Irunya POV

As I just finished I bid my co workers farewell like usual. As I did I noticed someone standing by the gate she seemed to wait for someone.

I walked past here before I noticed she was like my friend Laura she was rich. I noticed that she tried blend in but it didn't work. It looked like she tried to speak to me so I said "Hello miss are you looking for something?"

She looked at me first before saying "Oh your not her..." She looked disappointed before saying "hallo miss do you happen to know when the spinning wheel part is done?" It always depends but Natalia said she is finished earlier than me.

I answered with "Umm miss your late those are the younger workers they are finished earlier" she just realized as she looked at me with me with wide open eyes.

The miss spoke again this time more friendly and said "oh okay so do you happen to know the Beilschmit-Vogel family?"I was wondering how she knew them.

I answered "yes I do Lilli is a good friend of my younger sibling" before excusing myself I really had to go. I still had to sew and and do many more chores.

The miss yelled something but I couldn't hear it because I already was far away. As I came home later on I saw already everyone sitting at the table like usual they were ready to pray to god.

They heard me and I saw only mom sitting my dad was not there. 'Were was he?' Was my first question. My mom looked down and said to me "Irunya please sit down" and as I did we prayed.

After dinner I was asked to stay and my mom told me our dad died and she wasn't feeling well so she had to stop working as well. This was all bad news me and my two younger siblings were working too hard already.

I looked down and went to the working room. We all three were working Natalia was washing the whool Ivan was spinning it and I was sewing clothes.

Lillis POV

I was home early my brothers were working late after all we needed the money. I went to the little farm we owned and I collected the eggs to sell tomorrow. Of course this was expensive but we got extra money out of owning this.

I was done and I took everything inside for protection. As I did I got called by my father "Lilli! You do everything yourself today!" I was already aware of that I thought but I just yelled back "okè dad!"

As I said that I went inside to only see my two ill brothers eating most of what we had left. They needed it I was aware but we were all hungry and we all needed to eat.

"Good day brother Gilbert brother Roderich" I said as I came their room in. I went to fetch their plates to clean them. As only Roderich responded after I almost left with "Good day sister Lilli" it was whispered and barely understandable.

I bid them farewell before I went outside their room to clean their plates. I washed my hands after it and waited for Vash and Ludwig to arrive.

#hetalia girls #part 1 #aph Hungary #aph Switzerland #aph liechtenstein #aph Belarus #aph ukraine #aph Austria #aph russia #aph belgium #aph Netherlands #aph Luxembourg #aph Prussia #aph germany

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katemarley · 7 years ago

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fanfiction: a chapter in their career

Fandom: Hetalia - Axis Powers Pairing: Austria/Spain Characters: Austria, Spain, Estonia, Netherlands Rating: T

Summary: As a race engineer, Roderich Edelstein is the right hand of Formula 1 driver Antonio Fernández Carriedo. Roderich works hard to ensure Antonio is able to make the most of his car at all times. With rivals who never rest and up-to-date technical gadgets that aren’t always reliable, theirs is a demanding job. Being hopelessly in love with each other doesn’t make things easier.

A belated birthday gift for @salytierra! I hope you’ll like this.

This story is also available on my AO3 and fanfiction net.

“I’m getting closer to Bonnefoy, but the motor sounds strange,” Roderich heard Antonio’s voice over the pit to car radio.

“Need to check, but you go on. It’s only three laps,” he told his driver, closing the voice channel in order to consult with the data engineers of their team. Roderich was moderately worried. Antonio and him both knew three laps could be a very long time if something serious was wrong with the car.

“The motor, right?” was the first thing Eduard von Bock, one of the data engineers, told him.

“I don’t like the sound of that.” The race engineer instinctively pulled a face, even if Eduard couldn’t see that.

“Yeah,” Eduard said. “About that. The bad news is I can’t tell you what exactly is wrong with the motor at this point. All I know is it’s got something to do with the ERS and it’s making the motor overheat rather quickly.” ERS was short for Energy Recovery System, a system whose purpose it was to retract energy from a car’s exhaust gas stream. “He should switch that one off.”

“Try switching the ERS off,” Roderich told Antonio as soon as he had him on the radio again. “The motor is overheating because of it, but we don’t know why.”

There was a short pause in the channel.

“Well, fuck.”

“You can’t switch it off?”

“I can’t do anything about the motor.”

Roderich swallowed a few swearwords of his own. They were so close to the finish, on position two with one car and on position five with the other, and now technical problems ensued.

“Okay, then focus on completing this race and don’t risk anything.” Unsatisfying as it was, it was the only thing he could tell his driver right now. Of course they would analyse the problem as soon as both Antonio’s and Jan’s car were back in the box. At least Jan, the second driver of their team, appeared to be doing all right. As long as a car was on the circuit, however, there wasn’t much they could do if the motor didn’t behave in the way it was supposed to.

The following minutes were among the longest in Roderich’s life, and he knew this was even truer for Antonio. Had he been a nail biter, that would have been the moment in which he’d have resorted to that bad habit. The way it was, he only grit his teeth and pressed his lips together, watching the video coverage of the race while listening to a multitude of pieces of information over the team radio and ever more worrying status reports on the motor.

It was almost anticlimactic when it happened. During a straight passage, Antonio’s motor simply stopped working, even allowing him to steer his car to the side before it came to a halt.

During the final lap. On position two.

Roderich could hear swearing from Antonio over the pit to car radio. His own feelings were crushing disappointment rather than anything else, but there was no way he could allow his emotions to rule him now. Antonio was a very good and reliable driver, but he had a hard time dealing with disappointments that weren’t his fault. And in many cases, a motor that didn’t survive a race was not the driver’s fault.

Knowing Antonio very well by this point, Roderich left the pit as soon as the race was over, not even waiting to congratulate Jan for his fourth place. A final glance at the live coverage told him that Antonio had left his car by now. He was leaning against the wall separating the start and finishing straight from the pit lane, helmet next to him in the grass, arms crossed over his knee. Roderich walked up to him, ignoring the people running to and fro and the reporters who tried to get an interview from a driver or a team leader.

“Go away, Rode,” Antonio mumbled as soon as Roderich was close.

“No.” He flopped down in the grass beside the disappointed driver.

“I don’t want to hear anything.”

“I’m not saying anything.”

“But you will! How this is not my fault. How it wasn’t my fault I was kicked out of the race by that crash in Australia, and how my car getting hit by debris from that crash in Canada wasn’t my fault either.” He ran his hand through his hair. “It may not have been my fault, but in the end, it’s only the result that counts. And the result is that I didn’t complete three races this season so far, no matter the reasons.”

“There’s still half the season ahead of you,” Roderich pointed out. He attempted to speak soothingly. Sometimes it worked; other times, it only made Antonio more aggressive. “As time goes on, the others will have problems, too. Even Bonnefoy and Adnan. You can still win.” Francis Bonnefoy and Sadık Adnan were the drivers of their major competitor, with Bonnefoy currently on position 1 and Adnan on position 3 in this year’s driver’s championship.

This time, Roderich’s words seemed to have a calming effect. Antonio sighed.

“You know what I’d really like to do now?”

Roderich blinked, waiting for an answer. Antonio covered his mouth with an arm, taking precautions so no lip-reader could figure out what he was saying. There were cameras everywhere, and many things were treated as secrets by the teams.

This wasn’t one of them.

“I’d like to rest my head in your lap and have you pet my hair.”

There was a moment’s silence in which Roderich needed to recover from a sudden impulse to hug Antonio.

“We’ll get to that,” he replied. They would indeed. Roderich’s parents lived close to the circuit at Spielberg, Austria, and they didn’t ask questions when he invited a person over to stay whom the media had called “one of his closest friends” more than once.

Of course his parents knew what was up, but the good thing about Formula 1 was that it was pretty normal for a team to stick closely together for most of the year. No one batted an eyelash when a race engineer, as the person working closest with a driver, requested adjacent hotel rooms for last-minute discussions. No one was surprised when race engineers and drivers appeared at the factory together, even if it was a little unusual for a driver to focus this much on the manufacturing of his car. Then again, there were many drivers who were car enthusiasts in general, and Antonio was one of them. Hell, no one even became suspicious when a driver and a race engineer went on holiday together! Booking adjacent rooms, it went without saying.

Sometime towards the beginning of their relationship, they had considered coming out together, only to discard the idea quickly. Both Roderich and Antonio considered themselves bisexual, and the risk to their career, Antonio’s in particular, outweighed all advantages of being open about a potentially short relationship.

They were together for five years now, and Antonio continued to bring that topic up from time to time. It was Roderich’s part to dissuade him from the idea, taking care to act in a driver’s best intentions even when he wasn’t on duty.

Roderich remembered the beginnings of their relationship as if it had started only yesterday. They had been elevated from data to race engineer and from test to regular driver almost at the same time; two ambitious and enthusiastic young men whose aim it was to have the world of Formula 1 racing at their feet. Roderich was the reserved and level-headed part of their alliance and Antonio was the one who carried the audience and the reporters along with his impressive driving skills and warm-hearted personality.

Soon, Roderich caught himself developing a crush on Antonio. His first reaction was to put more distance between them, starting to keep their interactions to a purely professional level. He still came to the parties that were held on race weekends because it was expected, in a way, but he made sure to leave as early as possible. Antonio was kind enough to walk him out of the premises, expressing his regret at Roderich’s early leave. More than once, Roderich was tempted to confess to him why it was wiser that he didn’t stay around, but every time, he didn’t dare to change anything about the way Antonio perceived him. What if the knowledge his race engineer had feelings for him that exceeded any measure of propriety lead to a decrease in his performance on the circuit?

Winter came, and the racing season was over. Roderich hardly saw Antonio anymore; just for the driver’s occasional visit to the factory, getting informed about the development process of the car he would drive the following season. During lunch in the factory canteen, Antonio invited everybody at his table to his birthday party in February. There was hardly any option for Roderich to refuse; not with everybody else at the table accepting enthusiastically.

“I’m very glad you’re coming, too,” Antonio told him right before they said goodbye to each other, looking into his eyes with sincerity. Roderich did his best to ignore the warm and fuzzy feeling that spread through his body at hearing Antonio’s words; to no avail. That feeling carried him through the Christmas season and New Year, inducing him to spend way too much time on selecting an appropriate birthday gift. In the end, he settled on pumpkin oil and Traminer wine from his uncle’s vineyard in south-eastern Styria. During the racing season, he had learned Antonio enjoyed gastronomic specialties, even if he used to eat and drink moderately so as not to add too much to his car’s minimum weight.

The party took place in Madrid where Antonio lived. Like most of the guests, Roderich was staying at a hotel nearby, arriving at Antonio’s house barely later than the designated time. Antonio accepted his gift happily, guiding him to the guests who had already arrived.

The party proceeded quite nicely, with rock music blaring from a hi-fi system in the living room, an assortment of tapas the host had made all by himself, as he assured them proudly, and a variety of alcoholic beverages. Roderich drank a little more than usual because the quality of the wine was outstanding and because he was nervous, but it wasn’t nearly enough to get drunk. Nonetheless, the warm and fuzzy feeling while Antonio talked to him made him question his ability to estimate his limit.

Did he sense correctly that Antonio was spending far more time with him than with his other guests, chatting about his family and about how he had always liked cars, even as a little child? It had to be wishful thinking, Roderich decided. Antonio was just a thoughtful host, dividing his time equally between his guests so everyone received the impression they were important to him.

Nonetheless, Roderich stayed far longer this time than for any of the celebrations during the racing season. Talking to Antonio made him forget the time. There was also the wine and the warm feeling that had come to stay, and in the end, Roderich was the last guest to stay. It was five in the morning; he was pretty tired and a little drunk, and when Antonio put an arm around his shoulder, he allowed it to happen.

“Maybe you should go now,” Antonio said.

“Your body language says something else,” Roderich pointed out. He was too tired to be able to monitor his speech in the way he was used to.

“Maybe that’s because I don’t want you to go.”

There was a short silence. Roderich’s heart suddenly beat twice as fast. He started to hope.

“You don’t know what you’re implying,” he said nonetheless. Antonio wasn’t anybody, after all, and homosexuality in sports was still pretty much of a taboo.

“Yeah, yeah, think of your career and all that jazz,” Antonio said. “I know. Stop acting as the race engineer for a little while, will you?” He took Roderich’s chin in one hand. “It’s okay if I kiss you, right?”

Instead of an answer, Roderich leaned closer, bridging the gap between them.

Kissing Antonio was as pleasant as talking to him. Roderich was too tired to get more than mildly aroused, but these things could wait until later. Antonio holding him, kissing him, running his hands through his hair … Kissing back, tangling his hands in Antonio’s curls, nestling his body against Antonio’s on the couch … That was what mattered for the time being.

Roderich exhaled. Keeping a relationship in a workplace environment meant continuous maintenance work. Then again, that was basically his job description.

“Come along, Toni, you can’t stay here for forever,” he said, getting up from the grass. “You need to shower, and we need to see if the others already found out what was wrong with your motor.”

“Yes.” Antonio sighed. He pushed himself up, picking up his helmet as he did so. Roderich extended a hand to him because it looked a little inelegant. Toni accepted the hand, but only used it to keep his balance.

“Now, Toni, what is it that you’re actually worried about?” Roderich asked as soon as they were back in the pit, having replied to the questions of reporters who had stayed them with a few stock phrases—huge disappointment; need to wait for a thorough analysis—and, of course, after congratulating Jan for coming out fourth. There was a room reserved for the drivers where the two of them were able to talk without disturbance.

“I—,” Antonio started, but an opening door and Eduard’s voice spared him an answer.

“Guys,” he exclaimed. “We located the problem!” Antonio’s attention was easily diverted, not just because of his genuine interest to learn about the reasons for his car’s outage, as Roderich suspected.

“What was it?” Antonio asked, waiting eagerly for Eduard’s reply.

“Part of the insulation chipped, so particles of it got in the oil circuit, damaging the MGU-H, the turbo charger, and the fuel pump.” The MGU-H was an electrical machine connected to the exhaust turbine of the car’s pressure charging system.

“Good job,” Roderich said to Eduard. “Now that we know what the problem was, we can avoid it for the future.” He nudged Antonio in the side, attempting to raise his spirits. Eduard nodded, focusing on his work instead of on the compliment.

“Exchanging the pump won’t be a problem at all, but according to the regulations, we aren’t allowed to use more than five of the other two parts per season. That means we need to check those we have left in order to avoid anything like this from happening again in the remaining races.”

“Good luck! I’m sure you’re going to do a great job on this,” Roderich said.

Under ordinary circumstances, Antonio would have said the same, only more enthusiastically than Roderich. This time, however, he simply nodded with a smile that only seemed to be genuine. Roderich was worried.

“To reiterate my question,” he began as soon as Eduard had left. “What is it that you’re actually worried about?” Antonio took a deep breath, then exhaled.

“Us,” he said bluntly.

“Care to explain?” Roderich sat down on the only chair in the room. He had the impression he needed to sit for this kind of talk. If he was truthful, there had always been a sense of apprehension at the back of his mind; the feeling that this was too good to be true, that he did not deserve this man who was not only capable and passionate about car racing, but also gentle and beautiful and, last but not least, also rich and famous.

“Don’t give me this kind of look,” Antonio complained.

“I don’t even know what kind of look I give.” Roderich raised an eyebrow.

“That look as if you’re mentally preparing yourself for a breakup.” Antonio exhaled again, flopping to the ground next to Roderich’s chair. “I’d never want that to happen.” He leaned his head against Roderich’s thigh, avoiding looking at him while he talked.

“Then what is it that you’re so worried about?” Roderich barely resisted the temptation to act on his promise to pet Antonio’s hair then and there.

“I’m worried I might get kicked out of the team if I continue to underperform. I’m worried it won’t matter that none of my three outages were my own fault. And, most of all, I’m worried you will stay in this team while I leave, and … and …” Antonio breathed loudly, obviously trying to hold back tears. “We have so little spare time. How are we supposed to keep up our relationship if there’s no official reason for us to see each other anymore?”

“Oh Toni.” Roderich slid down from the chair and took Antonio in his arms. “My Toni. Listen. Will you listen to me?”

Antonio sniffled, nodding and clinging to Roderich for dear life.

“There has never been any talk of replacing either you or Jan. Both of you are wonderful drivers. If anything, you’ve become better over the years, and the nerves you show me now never got in the way when you needed to control your car.” He took Antonio’s head in both hands. “Okay?”

“Okay.” Antonio sniffled.

“To address your fear we might break up as soon as we’re not on the same team or the same car racing series anymore…” Roderich brushed a few stray locks behind Antonio’s ears, making sure Toni was looking at him. “Don’t worry. We wouldn’t be able to sleep in the same hotels anymore, yes, but we’d spend as much of our spare time with each other as we could. Everyone knows we’re friends by now anyway.”

“Friends.” Antonio spat the word out.

“I know, darling.” Roderich kissed him, just like that, in a room with an unlocked door. “I’m only doing this because I don’t want to be responsible for destroying your career. If I could singlehandedly make everyone interested in motorsports accepting of sportsmen who aren’t heterosexual, I would. I’d marry you in a heartbeat and wear our ring proudly on my finger.”

“You’d…” Antonio’s features softened. “Did you just … propose to me?”

“I guess so.” Roderich coughed nervously. “Though I suppose it would be better if we postponed … Whew!” Antonio hugged him firmly, knocking the wind out of him. “If we postponed this for as long as your career lasts. Uuh … That’s enough, I can’t breathe!”

“Until the end of my career?” Antonio loosened his grip on him instantly. “But … that might be a long time!”

“I sure hope it will be a long time,” Roderich said firmly. “And I hope you’ll be as eager to spend your life with me then as you are now. Because I will always love you.” He looked straight into Antonio’s eyes. “I will always, always love you. No matter what happens. Please remember this.”

“I will remember.” There it was at last, Antonio’s genuine smile. “And I will always love you, too.”

“Thank you.” Roderich returned his smile.

This time, Antonio didn’t need a helping hand to pull him off the ground. Instead, he helped Roderich back on his feet.

“Shall we?” Antonio placed his hand on the door handle, pushing it wide open. “I’m sure Eduard and the others are already waiting for us.”

Notes:

Yeah, I love SpAus and I enjoy watching F1. That’s how this fic came to be. Sorry it took so long, Rina!

Of course I did some research, but I’m not an expert on the technical side of F1 racing nonetheless. Please bear with me (and feel free to tell me) if you are and notice mistakes. In any case, Antonio’s outage is based on an actual outage of Lewis Hamilton’s Mercedes in 2016.

#spaus #spaaus #aph austria #aph spain #hetalia #aph fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #my fanfiction #aph estonia #aph netherlands #aph #fanfiction

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a-writing-bear · 7 years ago

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[PruCan] Chapter 4: Soft-Spoken Calling, They Want Their Shyness Back

Ao3 Link:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11159997/chapters/24905436

This Has been cross-posted onto FF & Ao3 under Aliases: BearBooper

You can read this Fic on Tumblr under ‘Keep Reading’

Previous Chapter

Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers

Main Pairing: Gilbert Beilschmidt & Matthew Williams (Prussia & Canada)

AU: College AU - Art Student Matthew and Media/Film Student Gilbert

Age Rating/Mature: Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)

Trigger Warnings: Recreational Drugs & minor connotations of anxiety (Future addiction to mention themes such as addiction, rape etc.)

Within his short 18 years of his life, Gilbert knew he fell short of a lot of things. Most of the time the list of his personal struggles were propelled far away from the contemptuous moments of strife that he was forced to worry about currently so in turn of all that he wasn’t used to being open to his subconscious pacing mind. All the repressed trouble he cooked up was bubbling over- much like Arthur’s attempt of ‘soup’ from last week. Whenever he seemed to not be distracted by a family issue presented by his brother, it was coursework that acted as blockade from having a social life, or sometimes the extremities faced when dealing with pesters from Elizabeta and Roderich (Only God knows what those two would be doing on a weekend...); even the occasional whining from a certain Frenchman.

A chime of a small bell over the café’s door announced his presence to the other inhabitants. The oaky smell of old counters flooded his senses and the light yellow walls plastered with generic atmospheric photos of Himaruya Academy’s campus populated some of the emptier spaces (You could tell these were taken by students as well, what with the tiny label under each photo). Aromatic aromas of freshly brewed coffee and whiffs of alluring chai lattes made Gilbert smile warmly, it was if he had been hugged by comfort itself. You would think a café would be empty at around 10 pm, but it seems like the need for caffeine for any student was a constant. The distance between his dorm hall and the small campus café was luckily close, a breeze of a stroll that delighted any exhausted student, thus his tardiness in his arrival was actually inexcusable. He mulled over trying to produce an excuse to give later to explain his delay… Of course, his overall excitement was at an all-time low considering Gilbert would have to deal with an infuriated Ludwig-

“Seriously Gil? You’re late 20 minutes”

Speaking of the organised stick-in-the-mud devil, his younger brother (Who, unfairly, had grown taller than the paler of the two) was eyeing him with annoyance and the albino could practically feel the dagger-like stares pushing into his chest. A cockier-than-usual ‘I’m more organised than you and you know it' looks of disapproval caught him off guard… Oh god is he going to say something about the new shir-

“Mein Gott, How the hell are you funding your wardrobe when you can’t even pay me back?”

“Lovely to see you too dear West, I’m doing fine, Gee thanks! How thoughtful for you to ask.”

Sarcasm and mock pleasure rolled off his tongue easily and with a sublime sense of satisfaction. But as he went to sit down at the small table he noticed the change in mood. facing diligently and apprehensively at the stern look of his brother he realised that his obvious joke will not go without consequence…clearly, Ludwig had something serious this time and the call for the older sibling was not an act of choice but instead an act of necessity. Gilbert gulped. Fidgeting slightly, preparing to be the bearer of bad news, the blue-eyed sibling attempted to keep his voice lower than usual and to keep the conversation at a seemingly okay level of panic:

“We can’t exactly quit our jobs this holiday, and my calculations state that we might even have to pick up an extra shift. There is no way we can visit Uncle this year.”

Gilbert flinched and could swear he felt his heart break a little. To others the news may not seem to be ‘that serious’ – sure it was bad but being heartbroken was an over exaggeration right? Consider the fact you had been working your FUCKING ass off your whole life, juggling multiple jobs while studying with a crappy stream of income and pay check-to-pay check funding, being robbed of countless hours of personal time that in your eyes were a privilege, never a minimum, and last but not least the breakdowns when you realised you felt so alone. This news would make your heart shatter like fragile glass. ‘Fuck karma, Lady Luck couldn’t give him a day off,’ It seemed like dog days would never be chased off. Unbelievable. Inconceivably pissed off. Flipping the table, walking out and burying himself in the nearest graveyard felt like a reasonable move as of right now.

“What. The. FUCK.”

“Calm down we can handl-“

“I can’t!- There has to be some miscalculation, last I checked we had enough for that break, I was given time off and a pay raise! This shouldn’t- What-WHY? I PRACTICALLY DIED.”

“Look I get it- I’m not happy either?! But shouting won’t do us any help either!”

He was fuming and he could see the fury shining in his company’s eyes as well. Growing up Gilbert always hid his vents and rants and kept his true thoughts away from the impressionable mind of his sibling but at times like this, it was clear what they were both thinking. Ludwig must have known this news hit his brother harder than it would him, and those awkward compassionate pats were a pitiful attempt at family comfort. They never really used affectionate gestures in the past, there was never any time for stuff like that.

Years and years, harking as far back as the tender age of 14, he could recall working for an extra bit of pocket money. Pocket money soon evolved into a college fund for himself and West within 2 years. Not to mention the small amounts he had to save for indulging to keep the sanity that prevented him from turning into an emotionless working robot. Thankful was not a strong enough word to describe what Gilbert felt for his uncle, there wasn’t any word that could achieve the level of gratitude the boy held for the old man. Respect towards the old man was something he taught Ludwig early on (Come to think of it, they moved in with their Uncle when Ludwig was only...12?), even if the latter didn’t understand their situation at that very young age. Spaced out due to the reminiscing he hadn’t noticed the warm cup of coffee that had been kindly delivered to him (Yes, a nice cup of coffee at 10 pm, go college life!), Ludwig’s strong voice started to come back to the forefront of his attention;

“You take your rest, you deserved the break, Bruder. I can do an extra shift- Feli says his shift has an extra slot anyway that I can take and it’s not very long, we just need to rearrange the bank allocations…” The blonder German was droning on and was in actual fact, talking to himself more than he was meaning to actually converse with the other.

Sighing into his now slightly cold coffee, the teen pondered over his choices and reviewed his recent schedules: wake up, eat, Attend lectures, go to multiple work shifts throughout the day during his study hours, do some coursework till the morning light and pass out, repeat. He had started slacking this continues the cycle of college-life torture. He had finally worked enough to wager a good break that his boss from his large shift (A shitty – but hey it’s decent? – 7 bucks an hour) at the local cinema, an undesirable night shift that no one wanted to partake when they could be partying. Only this month had he been throwing away his frazzled mind with hook-ups and well-deserved parties with his former Misfits. He had ached for those nights again, and for a short while, he had them back. What was the point of being a ‘creative’ mind when you can’t produce any of the garbage you actually want to?! Being stuck in the mantra of: “How many tickets sir? Which seat..? Hope you enjoy the show!” was the cause of the internal bomb of irritation that ticked faster and faster and Gilbert wasn’t even sure he would have any fuse left soon.

I’ve got to go. Was it ever possible to become unattached to reality? God I wish, with haste Gilbert suddenly got up and bolted out with mutters of incomprehensible frustration.

“Gilbe-Where are you goi-Hey we aren’t” the protests over his disappearance faded into the background as Gilbert left to walk back to his room. He could really do with some music.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE LIVES NEXT DOOR?! HAS HE HURT YOU? OH MY GOD”

Matthew lamented over his wasted time, the paint covered boy had nestled down on his bed with his ruffled hair and head thrown back onto the cushy red covers, He could be actually painting right now…or y’know…seeing Tim for a drug hit. Eyes shut with another exhale of boredom as Alfred rambled on, shooting an overdose of “He’s the bad kind, he’s not good, and he could be a murderer” lecture into the strawberry blonde’s tired ears. You would think a prodigy with a near IQ of 160 would be able to identify a real threat.

Sometimes he really just wanted to forget about this.

“I don’t think we are even thinking of the same person Al” blurting out quietly, still trying to zone out from his brother’s incessant fussing. “Have you even met him?”

“I don’t neeeed to meet him. I KNOW he’s bad for you, I don’t want him touching and getting all up in my little brother’s space and…poisoning him with all the college nonsense.”

Bullshit, poison what? I already drink and take- Ahh that’s right he doesn’t know about the ‘college nonsense’ I actually do participate in. Woops.

“I have no idea what you are talking about, hell you’re starting to sound old like Artie”

“I am not-I am NOT like Artie! Why the sudden interest in this Gilbert GUY ANYWAY??” This had dragged on for an hour and Matthew needed to make a dash for Tim’s house if he wanted to get done in time to come back reasonably sober.

“Don’t you have some project to do Alfie? It’s getting late and I want to do some work-Besides wouldn’t you want to call Kiku~” 1 point to Matthew, He had gotten his brother to look off in revelation and gain some red tinge on the cheeks. Kiku, a Japanese student who his American sibling had met and been pining for, was located at Himaruya Academy’s Tokyo campus (Mostly shortlisted to ‘The Deen Campus’ after its association). The two had been introduced during their foundation year and it was clear his sibling had a very big soft spot for the guy, so much so after the Japanese student transferred back to Japan they kept in touch with long Skype calls and endless texts. They, to quote: “Are n-not dating!! Kiku’s Not even interested…in guys…..or me.”

Hurriedly and trying to look less embarrassed, Alfred scuttled out. ‘Finally’. A glance at his watch told Matthew he would need to leave now or else Tim will call him out for bailing- ‘I am not gonna lose this cus of Al goddammit’ – Grabbing his trademark and overused hoodie, the stocky 18 year old climbed out of the way too small dorm window. Armed with his phone and car keys, he clambered into the cramped car and drove steadily down out the campus to his friend’s rented house; a typical scene for bad cliché college parties – happily it was not time for any party. As idiotic as it may seem, Strolling through the front door would not be a good idea as his childhood friend always warned him his sister would not appreciate visitors at this time (Matthew was 100% Laura didn’t even know Tim did pot, nonetheless that he did pot WITH Mattie), so he took the safer route (‘Well, physically more dangerous’) and climbed onto a small balcony on the side of the house, softly knocking on the glass that had the curtains drawn-

“You’re late.” Looking up to face his taller companion, the Canadian heard the gruff voice of annoyance as he pulled back the curtains and the sliding glass door opened.

“Sorry T, Al got me caught up in some bullshit, the hoser kept me busy…” The scarfed house owner moved aside and silently invited him into the messy room. On closer inspection, messy would not be applicable – while the floor was covered in some clothes, questionable (?) magazines and beanbags, the dark blue walls hoisted clean neat shelves which held a multitude of knickknacks.

“..You know you could’ve gotten started without me?

“Hah. Yeah right, where’s the fun in that Mattie?” A small tired-sounding chuckle flowed from the taller of the two, a bong had been passed towards Matthew who had founded himself cosy in a familiar beanbag. The haze felt good already. Matthew took it eagerly and grumbled: “How much do I owe you?”

“Honestly…Too much. Hah, No but like come on Mattie, I thought we got over this already. I’m not gonna charge a friend for this stuff. Especially not you.” Grinning with humour the Dutchman took the beanbag opposite to him.

It was all very strange at the beginning of this whole ordeal with his Dutch friend. They had grown up together and Matthew had very good relations with the ‘Van-der-Berg’ family. After joining the Academy he was glad he at least had a recognisable older pal but throughout all of the years that had gone by knowing him, he always noticed the precise and businessman-like nature of this man. Yet when he offered to help Matthew get his usual weed (Something Matt had easier access to in Canada and the times he visited the Netherlands and definitely something you don’t shout about) he didn’t charge a single penny. Hell, this fucker had once charged him after Matthew dragged them to the bathroom at camp…when they were 12 YEARS OLD. This guy always needed wanted to make a dime. Except for drugs. Which…was insanely strange AND expensive. ‘Especially not me? Ah Tim, I still really don’t know you.’ He tried not to think about it so much as when there was sweet dreamy smoke being smothered and pushed into Matthew’s body.

Sometimes it is possible to forget about things, you just need the right stuff.

#prucan #aph canada #aph prussia #SoftSpokenCalling #prussia x canada #hetalia #hetalia axis powers #Hetalia Fanfiction #fanfic #multific #college au #alternate universe

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mariaantonnietta · 8 years ago

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Hetalia Favorite Pairings

Personal opinion, of course. I have this thing when somehow I always end up shipping rare pairings.

Wanted to list them to do something, so here there are:

1) Spaus. There is not discussing it, this is my favourite pairing in all Hetalia. You won’t believe the time I have spent reading all sorts of news and curiosity facts on the internet regarding those two(and history too, but no so closely). How the trough of this not well known marriage, and how the subtetly of this pairing is what mekes it so great. Nothing makes me happier than reading a fic of roderich interacting with the Bad Touch Trio and seeing the author realising that “hey, Austria and Spain have this weird chemistry between them” (and then the realization tha yes, they have history together, even if they never talk about it)

(the video Just be friends of them is the reason a lot of us got into it, but not only their Hasburg dynamic is wonderful, I like the modern we are divorced and moved on but we are in good terms too)

It has happened more than once(not a lot of times, but more than once) Everything I read of them is wonderfull, and their relashionship, being present, past or friendship, when well portrayed leaves me so happy.

2) Romechu. RomeChina. Silk Road Pair. The two empires in a long distance relashionship.(It is cute because despise both being conquerors and proud they had the ulmost respect for one another. The empire of West and East, And that is so romantic) I started liling this because HAVE YOU SEEN THE FANART? It is gorgeus.(little as it is)And becuase more drama for CHina, having a love dissapear(and because Rome is older than the modern nations, but is funny because China is older anyways) Love them being both friends with Germania too.

(Also, we got a pararell to the HRE giving Italy flowers scene but with China receiving a cat from Rome, a thing all pairings would want to have (gods know I want one for Spaus) but a really rare pairing got it. now that is what I call ship tease)

3)Pritz, orPruFritz. This is actually recent(well no, but my grown of interest in it is) and it really surprised me how actually popular this pairing is. Like yes it is a rarepair compared to Prussia more popular pairings, but it has an strong following for an human-nation pairing than I didn't expect (I totally love it)

And, getting off-track a bit and talking more generic and not only romantic wise , Fritz is big to Prussia and it being recognized in the fandom makes me happy.

My headcanons about this relashionship are long, specially cosidering my headcanons for Prussia himself are long (they mostly revolve on the fact that he started as an german order and now the german order is all that is left and how ironic is that, and the fact that once you read one of two fics that greatly feature asexual gilbert the idea clicks so hard it youcan’t get it out of your mind (I actually believe he is more a demi.sexual but celibate, and there is a strong reason for that apart of being an religious order, even if it is related in a way) and Pritz is the most romantic but not sexual knight and king story (and both gilbert and friederich learning to open their minds about the other, and the problems in the middle, and maybe them not actally being in a relashionship but only very much in love))

sorry about that, my hand slipped. But I love these two being romantic or friends or in the messy in between. And the fics are great.

(Also love Fritz x Katte, Fritz and Voltaire are drama besties)

(Also, as a person who headcanoned Prussia playing the flute for this dynamic for a long while before Private concert, the strip is so gratificating, four years(or more) headcanon being confirmed? you are in the air(and then hima shots the gun at your celebrating heart and shatters it.))

4)NethCan This ship is the definition of adorable. Reading than Neth gifts Canada so many tulips every year is so romantic. And how close they are, they can travel between them without almost any control, and despise being apart on the globe theyare so close. Love it. (Also, the knowledge from Hetalia Fantasia than Canada is a surprising difficult to trick customer(and frugal) makes me like the pairing more)

And recently HIma drawn Netherlands giving Canada a ride to england, way before all the shippers expected to be an interaction. These two cuties are too much for me.

5) NorthItalyxGermanyxSouthItaly, GermanyxbothItaly. That germano video of I am not that girl is to blame for all my love to this ultra rare pairing.

Basically SItaly for all his tsundere things actually likes germany bastard and is jealous (if we got by hre=germany, or even if don’t because even if they are not it woudn’t matter on romano sentiments ride, southItaly saw Holy roman empire in crossroad going to battlefield, and actually was the last to see him go, or romano seeing germany during the risorgimento (we know northItaly didn't meet him until WWI, but maybe young germany helped or sothing, or romano took care of him, and there is the situation of this is the boy feli likes too)) I really like it.

Also, because the fact that Germany would accomplish Spain dream without even proposing to is too hilarious for me not to like it.

And there it is for now. I am sure I am forgeting some but I will actualize this post later. (and add some links, maybe)

Love the idea of Teutonic (Prussia), Hospitaller(Malta) and Templar(...sob...) being a sort of odd friends (calling each other “Mary” ”John” and ”Solomon” respectivably (I made a post on that before haha)) when children.

and Bad Touch Trio somentimes reminds Prussia of it,(and it is conflicting) but it is between the big amount of things the three of them remind each other of.

Will continue this later

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hetalia-tlw · 6 years ago

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Hetalia: The Lost World Part 15

At Russia's house, the Baltic Trio were put to work by Russia when Australia decided to stay for a vacation. Back and forth they went to give and get things for Australia and his needs. Lithuania was busy making coffee for Australia along with breakfast, Estonia was tasked to give Australia weather reports for his flight back to his own country, and Latvia.... well he was trying not to be nervous around Australia when it comes to the smaller needs. Latvia was even tasked to Australia around Russia's house, for an example he shows where the bathroom is. "Ravis, you don't need to keep showing me where the bathroom is. In fact, I know now how to get to it without you" said Australia as he walking with Latvia to the bathroom. "N-No, you're M-Mr. R-Russia's guest of honor and h-he expects you to be treated k-kindly" said Latvia nervously.

When they came to the door to the bathroom, Australia turned to look at Latvia who was sweating. "You know you don't have to be that nervous. You can trust me and I can trust you" said Australia before walking into the bathroom while locking the door behind him. Latvia than headed downstairs to the kitchen where both Lithuania and Estonia are at. "H-How long is Ralph going to be staying here?" asked Latvia as both Lithuania and Estonia looked at him. "He's supposed to leave here by this Friday" said Estonia. "In fact it's already Wednesday, so Ravis please be patient" said Lithuania while going back to making breakfast.

Soon Ukraine came in and sat down across to Estonia while looking tired. "Irunya, you look terrible. Care to tell us why you're so down?" asked Estonia. "Oh, it's nothing boys. I'm fine" said Ukraine with a smile. "You don't look fine, Irunya. Please tell us what's wrong" said Lithuania as he stopped cooking on the stove. "Ralph has been here for at least three weeks and I'm tired of doing extra laundry" said Ukraine.

"He's suppose to be leaving on Friday; so you're going to have to wait two days" said Estonia before looking back at his laptop. Lithuania was then finished making breakfast which consists of pancakes, French toast, sausages, and eggs. "Ah, there's my breakfast surprise! Thanks Toris!" said Australia as he came into the kitchen. After finishing with his breakfast, Australia had a very long conversation with the Baltic Trio and Ukraine. "And remember that's why kangaroos don't live in Africa, but in my country. They are really, really super duper important in the animal kingdom" said Australia while finishing his speech. Ukraine and the Baltic Trio weren't really listening (all expect for the mochi Germany and mochi Italy) to Australia, they were suddenly snapped back into reality as Australia's phone buzzed.

"Oh, would you look at that. I need head back to my country now and I really did enjoyed my time with you all. But duty calls" said Australia before leaving the kitchen. "Ve~! Ve~!" said mochi Italy while trying to mochi Germany's attention, but in return the Italian mochi gets angry grunts from the cube mochi. "Now, now mochi Germany will only talk to you if he's not being bothered by you. However if you want his attention than start whimpering" said Lithuania. "And where did you get that idea form?" asked Estonia. "When I was minding my own business in Ivan's library, I came across the sounds of whimpering. I found the source of the noise and it came from mochi Russia, that went ''da, da''. I picked it up and babied it, till it calmed down " said Lithuania. "So where is mochi Russia?" asked Latvia.

"Well when I found him, I showed him to mochi Lithuania, Latvia, and Estonia. It went find until, mochi Russia caused fear into mochi Latvia" said Lithuania. "Oh, well that wasn't very nice" said Latvia. Estonia was not paying attention to both Lithuania and Latvia's conversation as he was looking into the outside world on his laptop. Then suddenly he got an alert message that nearly gave him a heart attack which made Ukraine look at him. "Eduard, what's the matter?" asked Ukraine with concern look on her face. "It's nothing, I was just looking at my emails. In fact, my boss wanted me to come back for a meeting" said Estonia as he closes the top cover to his laptop.

"And what kind of meeting is it?" asked Ukraine as Estonia stared at her cautiously. "It's a really important meeting that you shouldn't know the details about. Also I'll be heading back to my country and if Ivan asks where I'm at, just tell him I'm with my boss" said Estonia before leaving the kitchen as both Lithuania and Latvia started to fight over who gets to take a break.

~Meanwhile With The Nordic 5~

Sweden was getting ready to teach magic class while Sealand was his student. Sweden was getting ready as Sealand walked in the room unnoticed and sat down at his assigned seat, till Sweden noticed. "Ah Peter, you're early and on time. You're better than Simon when it comes to showing up" said Sweden as Sealand nodded his head. "Thank you, Mr. Sweden! I'm glad I'm learning magic from you" said Sealand with a smile. "It's actually Lukas who suppose to be teaching you magic, not me. But I'm just here to remind you that magic is not used for childish games. In fact, do you remember what you already learned about black magic?" asked Sweden. "Black magic may be great to use, but it comes with a cruel punishment and many consequences" said Sealand as Sweden nodded.

Than out of the blue, Denmark showed up late and he was panting. "Simon, you're late! What took you so long?" asked Sweden sternly. "Well I was messing with Tino and I was teaching Emil how to be a man" said Denmark. "And what exactly did you teach him?" asked Sweden while crossing his arms. "I uhh.... taught him that being a man is like football and I even showed him how to throw one" said Denmark. "Is that the case? Thanks to you the window in this room is broken and you're going have to pay for it or else" said Sweden in a cold tone.

"S-Sure thing! In fact, it's going under my tab now" said Denmark with a nervous smile. "I swear you're almost like Alfred and Gilbert when it comes to being both reckless and stupid" mumbled Sweden as Denmark walked over to his assigned seat and sat down. Sweden than started his lesson of the properties of both good magic and dark magic, which lasted up to three to five hours along with him showing Sealand (who was paying close attention, while Denmark was busy texting to Prussia) of how to hold a wand. "Alright, class dismissed! You may now leave and practice holding a wand and studying spells for a pop quiz for next week. Also I will be forcing Lukas to teach tomorrow's lesson, while I'll be doing my own thing" said Sweden as Sealand and Denmark got up and started to walk out of the room. "Hold on there, you stupid Dane, where do you think you're going?" asked Sweden as Denmark turned around and faced him. "I was uhh... leaving to teach Emil another lesson in manhood" said Denmark as Sweden was not buying it.

"Oh really? Since you were late at the beginning of my *coughsLukas'coughs* magic class, you're going to be writing me a 100 page essay" said Sweden as Denmark nodded. "Okay than, what's the essay about?" asked Denmark as Sweden gave him an evil smirk. "I want you to write a 100 page essay on "why I, Denmark/Simon am such a pain in the röv (ass)'' and make sure you write a good explanation" said Sweden before Denmark gulped as he left the room. Sweden sat down at his desk to correct papers and look up a new lesson for tomorrow and for Norway to teach, until Estonia showed up. "Eduard, what are you doing here?" asked Sweden as looked at Estonia as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. "I had to lie in order to leave Ivan's house and to come here, just to tell you something really important" said Estonia.

"Whatever you have to tell me, just say it now" said Sweden as Estonia took out his laptop and opened it. Sweden than grabbed the laptop and saw something shocking. "I can tell by the look on your face, that this message is bad news" said Estonia. "Eduard, I already now what's going on but you managed to show the bigger details" said Sweden. "Really? How did you get the news?" asked Estonia. "I got the news from my magical crystal orb, that both Lukas and Arthur gave to me on my birthday. Yao sent this didn't he?" asked Sweden as Estonia nodded.

"If you have been doing research at the start of history books and the Internet, did you ever picked up the topic of 2Ps?" asked Sweden. "Yes, yes I did. In fact, I looked up legends and myths about them. This also includes that every country around the world has a 2P counterpart" said Estonia. "Indeed. During our meeting that was called by Arthur at the United Nations, Arthur mentioned about North Korea" said Sweden. "Yeah he did. But we ended up with talking about our encounters with him and we ended up seeing both Arthur and Francis fighting in a wrestling ring" said Estonia. "That is correct. But while I was looking around the room for attendance, I noticed two strange people who look like Arthur and Roderich, but there were wearing different clothing. I had a feeling that they were the 2P versions of Arthur and Roderich" said Sweden. "So in that meeting you saw the 2P versions of Arthur and Roderich? Now I see the reason why Ravis was bothering me from my research. He was trying to tell me about those 2Ps and I didn't give him one ounce of my attention to him" said Estonia.

"Come to think of it, I'm pretty both of those 2Ps are after North Korea and not us" said Sweden. "They're after North Korea? Finally, someone who's going to kill him" said Estonia. "Uhh... Eduard, there are possibilities of why they want North Korea. It's either to kill him which is a good thing, but do you think it's a great idea for them to kill North Korea?" asked Sweden. "Oh you're right! You got me there, it is a bad thing" said Estonia while jumping at the thought. "Exactly! I never thought, I'll be saying this but we need to save the life of an old enemy" said Sweden. "I agree! Now let's go tell everyone around the world" said Estonia. "Alright, let's do it" said Sweden with a smile along with Estonia smiling also.

~Meanwhile With Kuro, Xiao, And Francois~

China left the questioning room just to talk to both Oliver and Roland, while Kuro, Xiao, and Francois were in the room chained up as France was in there asleep. "Ve need to get out of zhese chains and meet up vith Luciano" whispered Francois. "Good idea, but how are we suppose to do all of that?" whispered Xiao. "Easy, I'm rearry good at rocksmithing" whispered Kuro as he rustled his fingers and pressed a button that caused sharp needles to come out of the gloves that he wears on his hands. Kuro carefully picked the lock till the chains came off of his body and he came over to Xiao to undo his chains. After setting Xiao free, Kuro went to Francois and did the same thing, which caused his chains to come off.

Soon the trio got up and stretched out their joints from being chained for too long. "Excellent Kuro! Now let's get out of here" whispered Xiao as they headed out the room. The trio than began walking down the right side of the long hallway for their freedom. "I never knew how easy it vas to sneak passed by both my 1P counterpart and zat stupid 1P China" said Francois before laughing at his own joke. "Oh it's very easy, if you ask me" said Kuro as the trio continued on their way. Kuro, Xiao, and Francois was almost at the end till they were suddenly crossed paths with China who appeared out of nowhere.

"Where do you three think you're going, aru?" asked China as the trio stopped at their tracks. "Where do you think we are going? We're heading to freedom" said Xiao as he gritted his teeth in anger. "Yeah, old man! Step aside or else ve have to use force in order to make you move" said Francois before cracking his knuckles. "Nobody calls me an old man and gets away with it, aru!" yelled China. "What are you going to do? It's three versus one and there is no way, you're going to win" said Kuro before smirking as he pulled out his ninja stars and threw them at China, who swiftly dodged them. "You gonna have to do a lot harder than that in order to get me with those, aru" said China before removing his shirt to reveal Chinese characters tattooed on his chest and a tattoo of an incomplete Kirin on his back, as he got into a fighting stance.

"Wow, is that what my 1P has for tattoos on himself?" asked Xiao mockingly before removing his shirt to reveal his tattoo of a tiger that's roaring on his back. "You know, my military uniform is actually the same as yours but mine is sleeveless. I hope you caught my dragon tattoo on my left arm" said Xiao before getting into his own fighting stance. "How come you never got your right arm tattooed, aru?" asked China. "Let's not get onto details about my choices when it comes to tattoos" said Xiao with a smirk. "Enough of tarking! Risten up China, we never finished our fight and now we're going to finish it now" said Kuro before taking out his Kusarigama along with China taking out his nunchucks. Francois took out a pistol and kissed it before pointing it at China, as Xiao smiled first and than pulled out a dagger that was hidden in his back pocket and eagerly made slicing movements with it. 'Japan, I hope you got my message by now and you better be on your way to help me' thought China before looking at the trio for any signs of sudden movement.

~Meanwhile With The Axis~

The Axis were training with Germany during a hot, yet nice day. "But Germany, I-a don't want to train" said Italy with tears in his eyes. "Italy, I already told jou zhat jou're going to be training no matter if jou like it or not" said Germany. Japan was already running his laps around the track, till he felt something vibrate and stopped running just to take it out. "So those 2Ps escaped and how exactry did they do that? Werr I guess I'm gonna have to herp China" said Japan before looking up from his phone to see Germany yelling at Italy as usual. "I'm pretty sure that Germany won't notice that I'm gone" said Japan as he walked away to help China.

When he was inside China's house, he quickly went up to his room to grab his katana and after getting it, he went to find China. It wasn't long when Japan found China who was in a battle against Kuro, Xiao, and Francois, who weren't making any sudden moments. That's when Japan saw Kuro reaching for his shurikens and giving Xiao an window of opportunity to strike China. Kuro then threw his shurikens at China who swiftly dodged as Xiao went up to him with his dagger swinging around. China again dodged swiftly trying not to get wounded or get a large cut on his skin, as Kuro made a hand gesture for Francois to shoot China with his pistol. Japan saw this and quickly reacted as he went behind Francois and pushed him aside.

Francois who had a great aim on China had his finger on the trigger, till he got pushed aside and missed his target. The bullet missed China and almost hit Xiao, who both got to the ground while the bullet went into the wall. "What the hell Francois!? You almost killed me!" yelled Xiao who quickly got up from the floor. "Vell it vasn't me! Somebody pushed me vhile my finger vas on ze trigger" said Francois who was getting up. "Brother, you're just in time to save me, aru" said China as Japan helped him off the floor. "Werr I just had to, because you courd of been shot" said Japan.

"I'm kinda grateful for that. Now let's fight these 2Ps so they can't report to Luciano" said China as Japan nodded. "You bakas!!!! Why are you two so utterry useress?" asked Kuro as both Xiao and Francois looked at each other and than at Kuro. "We aren't useless. I almost had my counterpart get his throat sliced by me" said Xiao. "Werr, I'rr give you that" said Kuro. "Aren't ve forgetting somezhing? Ve need to destroy zhese 1Ps so ve can find Luciano" said Francois. "Not if we have something to do or say about it, aru" said China.

"Oh great, looks like we're dealing with both the brothers of South Korea" said Xiao. "Wait a minute..... did you just say that you guys are dearing with the brothers of South Korea?" asked Japan. "Vhy of course ve did" said Francois. "How did you even know that we are the brothers of South Korea, aru?" asked China. "It's because... of a grassed rose that we were rooking for. The reason why we were rooking for it, was to find the rear rocation of South Korea" said Kuro. "You're wrong, South Korea's dead. He was poisoned by his own brother after the events of the Korean War, aru" said China in a firm tone.

"Well if you believe that he's dead, than why does the glasses rose have a message from him?" asked Xiao. "What are 2Ps talking about, aru?" asked China. "Uhh... China, they might be onto something. If South Korea was poisoned, there courd be a chance that he courd of survived" said Japan. "Oh really? If that's the case then, what is the real reason why you are here, aru?" asked China as Kuro, Xiao, and Francois looked at each other. "Technically, you're right. Ve vere looking for zat glassed rose, till your bubbling and idiotic Italian took it vith him along sided vith ze Axis" said Francois. "That explains a lot. But guess what? You three aren't going anywhere till Arthur gets information out of you, aru" said China.

"We sure had a brast with you two, but duty carrs us and so does Ruciano. Tirr we met again, you're arr dead" said Kuro with an evil grin before pulling out his smoke bombs. Kuro than threw his smoke bombs on the ground causing black smoke to make both China and Japan cover their eyes. After the smoke cleared, both China and Japan uncovered their eyes to see that Kuro, Xiao, and Francois had vanished. "So that's what they're actually up to, aru" said China. "We need to watch that message from the glassed rose as soon as possible" said Japan. "Right. But where is it, aru?" asked China. "It should be in Italy's room. But we need to be with him" said Japan. "Alright, let's hurry. Who knows if Alfred or Matthew got my message, but I'm pretty sure that the Baltics and the Nordic 5 got it, aru" said China.

~Somewhere In Europe~

"Roderich, where are you leading us?" asked Hungary. "Vhen ve got a message from China about the 2Ps, he needs zhe help und zhe full support of zhe European Union" said Austria. "You didn't answer my question, Roderich. Where are we going?" asked Hungary again but in a stern tone. "Madrid. Ve are going to Madrid" said Austria. "Madrid? Do you mean we're going to see Spain?" asked Hungary. "Ja, ve are going to see Antonio" said Austria.

Soon after taking a couple of train routes from Austria to France, Austria and Hungary soon made it to Madrid, Spain. "There's less people here today. Where is everybody?" asked Hungary after getting off the train after Austria. "Vell, zhey could be somevhere. I mean Spain is really a great place for entertainment" said Austria. Both Hungary and Austria started walking in Madrid, while looking around to find Spain. Then suddenly they encountered both Switzerland and his sister Liechtenstein who were looking at a map. "Big bruder, have jou found anyzhing yet?" asked Liechtenstein as Switzerland was still looking at the map and was grumbling to himself.

"Nein, I haven't found anyzhing yet" said Switzerland. "Und vhy iz zhat?" asked Liechtenstein as Switzerland took his eyes of the map and looked at his sister. "Do jou really vant to know vhy?" asked Switzerland in a sweet tone. "Of course I do" said Liechtenstein with a smile. "Vell it's because zhere iz somezhing vrong vith zhis map" said Switzerland while keeping the sweetness in his voice. "Vhat's vrong vith it, big bruder?" asked Liechtenstein with concern in her voice.

"It's because, zhis map iz all in Spanish!" yelled Switzerland while gripping the map very tightly with his hands as a sign of frustration. "Come again?" asked Liechtenstein. "Jou heard me right, sis. Zhis map iz in Spanish und ve both know I can't even understand a single vord in Spanish" said Switzerland. "Oh, I see. Zhen how come jou couldn't get one in English?" asked Liechtenstein. "I really don't enjoy interacting vith other countries zhat much" said Switzerland. "But jou interacted vith sweet little Italy" said Liechtenstein.

"I did interact vith him, but he crossed boarders" said Switzerland. "Oh jou und boarders zhese days! Vhy can't jou just get along vith people? I can see vhy jou give almost everyone zhe cold shoulder, but jou have a job to protect me" said Liechtenstein. "Vell it's true. It's mein swore duty to protect jou, since jou're mein only sister I have" said Switzerland sternly. "I don't need protection from jou. I can handle zhings on mein own vithout jou" said Liechtenstein before crossing her arms. "Vell aren't jou two bonding together nicely" said Austria who towards them with Hungary following behind. "Oh hey zhere Roderich. Vhat are jou doing here?" asked Switzerland.

"Ve are here to see Antonio" said Austria. "Same goes for us" said Liechtenstein. "Sis, I'm one vho's dealing vith zhe conversations" said Switzerland. "Bruder, I'm no longer a little girl. I'm a voman now und I can do vhatever I vant" said Liechtenstein in a cold tone. "You sure got that right! Give me five girl" said Hungary as Liechtenstein gave her a high five. "Care to tell me vhy jou need to see Antonio?" asked Switzerland.

"Vell it's because, ve got a message from China saying zhat he needs zhe help of zhe European Union" said Austria. "Same goes for us" said Switzerland before looking at the map. "I can't believe jou're still looking at zhat map und jou can't even say a vord in Spanish!" said Austria before grabbing the map from Switzerland. "Roderich, I didn't know jou can understand Spanish" said Switzerland who was surprised. "It's because Antonio taught me his language" said Austria. "Roderich are you finding anything?" asked Hungary.

"Ja, I am. It's says that there's a show here" said Austria while showing the map to Hungary. "Can I see zhe map?" asked Liechtenstein. "Sis, vhat did I tell jou earlier?" asked Switzerland. "Oh vould jou stop it!? I just vant to see zhe map vith zhem" said Liechtenstein before Hungary gave to the map to here as Austria pointed at the location. "So piano boy, vhere are ve going?" asked Switzerland. "Ve are going to a arena zhat's vhat" said Austria while ignoring the insult before leading the way.

Awhile later, Austria lead Switzerland, Hungary, and Liechtenstein all over Madrid till they came to the same arena that Austria mentioned. They got tickets and went inside the arena, where many of inhabitants of Spain where at. "Here are zhe seats" said Austria before sitting down along with Hungary, Switzerland, and Liechtenstein doing the same thing. Soon an announcer came onto the middle of the field with a microphone and said: "Damas y caballeros, bienvenidos a la exposición de hoy! Estamos organizando la lucha anual de toros anual y mañana vamos a tener correr con los toros en las calles de Madrid, España (Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to today's show! We are hosting the yearly annual bull fight and tomorrow we are going to have running with the bulls in the streets of Madrid, Spain)!" "Vhat did he say? I only heard zhe vords Madrid und Spain" said Switzerland. "He said zhat zhere's going to be a bull fight und a running vith zhe bulls" said Austria.

"Zhey can't have two zhings at zhe same time" said Liechtenstein. "He actually said tomorrow vill be zhe running vith zhe bulls" said Austria as Liechtenstein nodded her head. "Vamos a hacer nuestra pelea con nuestro campeón de toreros. Vuelve tu atención al único y único (Let's do our fight with our bullfighter champion. Turn your attention to the one and only) Antonio Fernández Carriedo!" said the announcer as the crowd cheered as the Spain himself walked passed the opened doors with a smile. "Hola gente maravillosa! ¡Soy yo tu apuesto campeón (Hello wonderful people! It is I your handsome champion)! said Spain as the crowd cheered for him more. That's when something caught Spain's eye and he quickly danced his way Spanish style to a group of ladies who were sitting in front of the arena. "Hola, mis pretties, te ves muy hermosa hoy (Hello there my pretties, you're looking very beautiful today)" said Spain as some of the ladies fainted at his words, only leaving two of them standing.

"Mi esperaba que ustedes dos se desmayaran, pero ustedes dos son aún más hermosos cuando no se desmayan (My I expected you two to faint, but you two are even more beautiful when you don't faint)" said Spain before kissing both the girls on their cheeks. After kissing the girls, Spain danced his way back to the center of the field where the announcer was at. "Elizabeta, do jou zhink vho's the vorst vhen it comes to girls, it's either Antonio or Francis?" asked Austria. "Umm... I'm pretty it's Francis and not Antonio. Because Antonio knows not to be a pervert, but in reality he's flirty man" said Hungary. "Okay, I see vhat jou mean und jou do have a point" said Austria. "Sin ninguna distracción, ¡comencemos! ¡Libera el toro (Without any distractions, let's begin! Unleash the bull)!" said announcer as the gate opened to release an angry bull that ran out and stopped.

"Is Antonio really going to fight that thing? It looks pretty mad" said Switzerland. "Bruder, don't worry. He got this, in fact he knows what he's doing" said Liechtenstein. "I never meet Antonio's crazy side, especially if he does bull fighting as a job" said Austria. Spain walked up to bull and stopped only five feet away from it as the bull looked at him, waiting for any movement. Spain on the other hand took out a sucker and removed the wrapping just to put it in his mouth. As the wrapper touched the ground, the bull saw this as an opportunity to strike.

It dashed forward as an attempt to hit Spain with its long and pointy horns. Suddenly the bull realized that it missed its mark as Spain front flipped in the air and over the bull, to only land the ground behind the moving bull. The bull stopped as Spain turned around, while pulling out a red cloth as the crowd cheered, but even louder. "Oh my goodness, did you see that Roderich?" asked Hungary who was surprised. "Ja, I did and I'm very surprised that Antonio did zhat" said Austria. "Hey bruder, can you do vhat Antonio did?" asked Liechtenstein.

"I probably can do zhat, but even better zhan him" said Switzerland. "Oh toro, me extrañaste tanto (Oh bull, you missed me by that much)" said Spain in a mocking tone. The bull didn't like Spain's taunt and it angrily used its horns to throw wood at Spain, but it failed miserably as Spain pulled out his battle axe and cut the wood. Spain cut the wood to only make a statue of himself, which made the crowd cheer again. "Incluso como una estatua, todavía soy guapo (Even as a statue, I'm still handsome)" said Spain while spinning his axe by the handle with one hand. "I really forgot zhat Antonio has his battle axe" said Austria.

"Are you kidding me, Roderich? I'm still surprised that its still in good shape" said Hungary. The bull grew even more angry and tried to hit Spain, but it kept getting tricked by Spain's red cloth. Spain than smiled and waved the cloth before the bull took off running towards him with another attempt to hit him with its horns, but Spain managed to grab one of the musicians' guitar and hitter the bull with it causing the bull to collapse on the ground. When the bull fell to the ground, Spain gave the back the guitar and walked towards the center of the field as the crowd cheered. "¡Increíble! ¡Una vez más nuestro campeón logró batir uno de los toros más fuertes de España! ¿Este tipo se cansa de pelear o qué (Incredible! Once again our champion managed to beat one of Spain's most strongest bulls! Does this guy ever get tired of fighting or what)?" asked the announcer before giving Spain the microphone. "¡Gracias a todos por! Espero que lo hayas disfrutado. Estaré reuniéndote con gente encantadora fuera de la arena para autógrafos y fotos (Thank you everyone for coming! I hope you enjoyed. I will be meeting you lovely people outside the arena for autographs and pictures)" said Spain before catching a banquet of roes with his one free hand and sniffing them, before giving the mic back to the announcer and leaving the arena.

Austria took that as a sign and told Hungary, Switzerland, and Liechtenstein to leave the arena. When they got out of the arena, they saw Spain talking to the same group of ladies that Spain was flirting with before. "Ahora, ahora hay un montón de mí para todos (Now, now there's plenty of me for everyone)" said Spain while giving the ladies his autograph and offered to take selfies with them. Soon the ladies left and one stayed behind which surprised Spain, the girl waited for Spain to do something and Spain only laughed. The girl grew confused but it ended when Spain, gave her his banquet of roes and gave her a kiss. The girl didn't say a word, but soon left as she caught up with the group of girls.

"Antonio, I didn't know jou're a bull fighter" said Austria as Spain turn around to face him. "Hola there! I didn't know you were visiting" said Spain with a smile. "Technically we're here to tell you something very important that you need to know" said Hungary. "Of course chica, I will be very happy for you to tell me" said Spain. "Can jou hurry up und tell him already?" asked Switzerland before yawning. "Bruder, give Antonio some respect" said Liechtenstein who was scolding at her own brother.

"My, I never knew that the neutral Swiss boy could be so impatient although he never visits a single country" said Spain. "Vhat did jou say, jou stupid Spaniard bull fighter!?" yelled Switzerland before pulling out his gun and pointing it at Spain. "Bruder, vhat are jou doing!? I zhought jou promised me zhat jou vouldn't pull out zhat gun at anyone" said Liechtenstein as Switzerland lowered his gun. "Well that wasn't supposed to happen. Anyway, Antonio do have you have time for a chat?" asked Hungary. "You sure bet I do! However, we will talk after the running with the bulls. You can watch if you want to" said Spain with a wink. "Actually I don't zhink ve can. Besides ve vere not expecting jou being zhe champion of bull fighting" said Austria. "Well that's okay with me. Care to follow me to my dwellings?" asked Spain. "Sure zhing. Lead zhe vay" said Austria as Spain nodded and walked away as everyone followed him to his house.

~Meanwhile At Spain's House~

"¡Bienvenidos a mi maravillosa casa (Welcome to my wonderful home)!" said Spain with a smile as he opened the front door of his house. "Wow! This place is beautiful" said Hungary while walking in. "Oh It is, but not as beautiful as you" said Spain still maintaining his smile as Austria gave out a small cough. "Look bruder, isn't Antonio's house nice?" asked Liechtenstein with a smile as Switzerland gave out sigh. "Ja, is iz. I vould say zhat zhis iz cozy" said Switzerland while looking around. "If you're wondering where my guest rooms are at, than there're upstairs on the third level. If you need me, than my room is on the second floor" said Spain.

Austria, Hungary, Switzerland, and Liechtenstein all went up the stairs to the third floor and went to two separate rooms. In one room Austria and Hungary, were unpacking their suitcases and decided which of them will have the remote to the tv. Hungary was lucky enough to win against a game of poker just to be in control of the tv. Meanwhile in another room, Switzerland and Liechtenstein were deciding on which bed they should get. It was the bed next to the window or the bed against the wall and away from the window. "Come on sis, vhy vill jou not take the bed zhat's avay from zhe vindow?" asked Switzerland.

"It's because I like to see the scenery outside" said Liechtenstein while crossing her arms. "But sis, jou don't know zhe dangers of a vindow. Vhat if someone breaks in and tries to torture jou" said Switzerland. "Are jou serious!? Zhat ain't going to happen, not in a million years" said Liechtenstein. "I'm not making zhis up, it's zhe truth" said Switzerland. "Bruder how many time do I have to tell jou, zhat I'm a grown ass voman? I can handle zhings on mein own, besides if somebody breaks in zhey're going to have a hard time dealing vith me und mein fists" said Liechtenstein. "Vell I'm a grown ass man und as your bruder, I'm telling jou not to take zhe bed by zhe vindow" said Switzerland.

"Okay zhen, if jou vant me take zhe bed zhat's avay from zhe vindow zhan ve're going have to vrestle" said Liechtenstein before getting into a fighting stance. "Umm... how about ve just flip a coin?" asked Switzerland before taking out a coin. "Okay zhen, I'll take tails" said Liechtenstein. "Okay, I guess heads iz mine" said Switerland before flipping the coin. The coin went from Switzerland's hand and landed on the floor on tails. "Vait a minute.... zhat can't be right. Perhaps a two out of zhree" said Switzerland before picking up the coin and flipping it for two more times.

For about two times, tails appeared twice in one go leaving Liechtenstein as the victor. "I guess jou vin, now vhere's zhe remote to zhe tv?" asked Switzerland before looking at Liechtenstein who had the remote in her hand. "Bruder, since I von let's vatch Sixteen Candles together" said Liechtenstein while starting the movie. "Oh mein gott" said Switzerland while unpacking the suitcases. Just outside the door, both Austria and Hungary over heard the whole entire conversation before walking away. "My those two sure know how to get along" said Hungary. "Definitely" said Austria.

~Meanwhile Somewhere Unknown~

Off the coast of between Europe and North America, there lies a huge island known as Greenland in the Atlantic Ocean. On this island is cottage where is appears to be someone or something is living inside. The cottage belongs to Vatican City who often uses this location to get away from his place when too many people visit. You see the Vatican City may live here till the seasonal tourism is over, but he hides a secret. Vatican City hides the location and the whereabouts of no other than South Korea himself. South Korea was like usual reading the books that are here while drinking his Korean tea, till Vatican City came in the room.

"God, I hate when tourists always come into my domain. Oh why can't I just live a nice quiet life?" complained Vatican City as South Korea took another sip of his tea. "Welcome to the 21st century" said South Korea while continuing to read. "Hey! You're lucky that I'm allowing you to follow me around and stay here" said Vatican City. "That is true, but I don't think I want to go back to my country and face the world yet" said South Korea. "What do you mean, you don't want to face the world? You have to, God himself told me" said Vatican City. "First of all, I'm not even Christian and second of all, why do you want me to face the world?" asked South Korea who looked up from his book.

"Well it's because, do you even miss your country and your people?" asked Vatican City with concern in his voice. "I do, but there's just one tiny problem" said South Korea. "Whatever it is, you can tell me" said Vatican City with a smile before sitting down. "Well where do I even begin? Oh yeah, it's been decades that I was in the Korean War, poisoned by my own brother, and hiding from the world as the every country around the world believes that I'm dead. This also includes my tough relative relationships with both Yao and Kiku" said South Korea. "I see something in your problems and in your explanations" said Vatican City. "Really? What did you see?" asked South Korea in curiosity.

"I mainly see the struggle between you and your brother. I believe with my help you can patch up the wounds that were left opened for all those years" said Vatican City. "You can? That sounds great, thank you very much" said South Korea with a smile on his face. "Sure I can, all we need to do is to go to the United Nations so we can see the other countries" said Vatican City. "How exactly are we going to do that? My UN pass to get in got cancelled after my brothers found out I was dead, well thought I was dead" said South Korea while showing Vatican City the proof. "No need to worry, I usually get into the building with the help of both Feliciano and Romano or if that doesn't work I get in with Sealand's help" said Vatican City. "Did you just say Feliciano and Romano?" asked South Korea.

"Yeah, I did. Where you just wondering?" asked Vatican City. "It's just that, I haven't seen those two in a longtime" said South Korea. "Well you're going to see them, once we leave Greenland" said Vatican City. Soon both Vatican City and South Korea left the cottage and boarded on the private jet that was stationed there and took off on a flight to Europe. On the jet, South Korea watched from the window that the jet left the ground of Greenland and was over the Atlantic Ocean. "Hyeongje, dangsin-i eodie issdeun naneun dasi dangsingwa sesang-eul boleo ol geos-ibnida (Brother, wherever you are I'm coming to see you and the world again)" said South Korea in his native language as the jet continued its journey to Europe.

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North Italy (Vargas Feliciano) [/] You were bullied a lot in your childhood [x] You adore pasta, pizza, cheese, and fruit [/] You're very happy-go-lucky [ ] You constantly have a dozy look on your face as if you're always away with the fairies

[ ] You have a long curly strand of hair that always tends to stick up (nope!)

[x] You're a good artist well i hope so lol [x] You can be clumsy at times [x] You have a friend you always depend upon if you mess up something

[ ] If your life was in danger, you would do the typical Italian thing and say: "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I HAVE RELATIVES IN YOUR COUNTRY!" [ ] You would surrender in a war situation (05/10) Germany (Ludwig) [] You're very stoic and serious [ ] Sausages are your favourite foods [x] You like to walk dogs/your dog [ ] Your boss/principal/tutor/home-room teacher is a nut-case [/ You love rules and think they should always be followed to a T [/] You think the world would be better if everyone played by the rules [/] You work very hard (when i want to. ^^) [/] Your alone time is your 'happy time' [ ] You can appear tough but be very considerate towards people [ ] You've had issues with money once or twice (03/10) Japan (Kiku Honda) [ ] You're very mature (not at all. Quite the opposite realy.) [/] You think everything over before saying it.

[ ] You believe in ghosts but aren't phased by the experience when you see one (I WOULD BE SCARED!) [x] You isolated yourself during childhood (Nobody wanted to be my friend till grade 5.) [ ] You became very successful in a short amount of time [ ] You are somewhat inexperienced when it comes to the outside world

] You can seem cold/aloof to other people [ ] You're good at practical tasks [x] You need time to adjust to new people (im naturally shy) (02.5/10) The Allies ---- The United States of America (Alfred F. Jones) [/] You love hamburgers i like veggie burgers [x] You think you're awesome (oh ya!) [ ] You love to invent things(tried but failed) [ ] You love going to the cinema/watching films/making films [ ] You can seem to be very brash to other people [/] You have a tendency to stick your nose into other peoples' business [ ] You're terrified of ghosts (bad childhood experience) [ ] You know aliens exist lol nobody KNOWS aliens exist, I believe they do bc the universe is so huge it would just make more sense that there’s some other life out there even if it’s just some type of bacteria [ ] You tend to wear a bomber jacket all the time [x] You wear glasses (03/10) The United Kingdom of England, Wales, Scotland, and Northern Ireland (Arthur Kirkland) [ ] You like tea [ ] You were quite tough and troublesome as a kid [ ] You're very sarcastic and cynical [x] Your cooking is awful [ ] You love spiritual magical stuff, such as fairies, ghosts [ ] ...But you refuse to believe in aliens. [ ] You have tried doing black magic before [ ] You get drunk quite easily. [ ] When you are drunk, you tend to be very unhappy [ ] You're good at embroidery (01/10) France (Francis Bonnefoy) [x] You're very affectionate (Huzahh for hugs!) [ ] You think you have a great fashion sense [ ] You like wine [x] You're the master of whispering romantic things into peoples' ears im usually at least partly messing around if i do that lol

[x] You love red roses [x] When it comes to l'amour, you don't mind men or women [ ] You're very proud of yourself [x] You love culture and the arts [ ] You're very flamboyant [ ] You say you're a gourmet (05/10) Russia (Ivan Braginski) [ ] You had a very sad childhood [x] You're very tall [/] You have a tendency to switch between personalities [ ] You wear a scarf all the time [x] You love sunflowers (I grew one!) [ ] You love vodka [ ] You can seem intimidating to other people [ ] You're very strong [x] You have a big nose [ ] You have a strange laugh that can scare people the only thing anyone has ever said about my laugh is that they like it (03.50) China (Wong Yao) [ ] You're very mature [ ] You're very superstitious [ ] You're very religious [x] You love pandas [ ] You love cooking so much that you nag if food has a certain pattern of tastes [ ] You love Hello Kitty [x] You try to be a role-model for your brothers/sisters/whatever, but are never taken seriously (Stupid younger brothers..) [/] You work hard [x] You're good at drawing uHhhHhH hopefully [x] You like sweets (SHUGAR!!!) (04.5/10) And now for some other countries! ---- Austria (Roderich Edelstein) [x] You are very well-raised [/] You're polite [ ] You love classical music [x] You like cake [x] You dedicate your time to your hobbies rather than what needs to be done right away [ ] You are a virtuoso/play very well on at least one instrument (I can play the piano and gutar) [/] You've composed music before [ ] You tend to call people 'morons' [x] You wear glasses (05/10) Canada (Matthew Williams) [ ] You're often ignored by people [ ] You look younger than you actually are [ ] You love hockey [ ] You love polar bears [x] You hate fighting (Unnesasary violence is wrong!) [ ] You have one strand of curly hair, like Italy [ ] You often get mistaken for someone else [ ] You feel under-appreciated (stupid people.) [x] You're bilingual yeah I think i know enough french now [ ] You always carry a bear with you (02/10) Cuba [ ] You smoke [ ] You're very physically strong not at all [ ] You've won a lot of fist-fights [ ] In your social circle, there are two brothers - you get along with one, but not with the other. [x] You have very strong emotions about a variety of topics [x] You like hot weather [x] You can be very friendly from time to time [ ] You look very tough on the outside [ ] You make a very nice role-model [ ] You don't let people get a word in edgeways (03/10) Hungary (Erszebet Hédeváry) [/] You have a potty-mouth [ ] You like to wear flowers in your hair (flowers are coolio.) [ ] You used to be a very tough kid [x] You're very reliable [/] It's better to have you as a friend rather than an enemy [x] You're very faithful (extremely) [/] Your speech and mannerisms can be considered very unladylike [ ] You and your best friend go together like chalk and cheese. the fuck [/] You are graceful one moment and grinning like a maniac the next [ ] If someone yells that yaoi is going on somewhere, you will drop everything to run off to go and see it. (04/10) Lithuania (Toris Lorinaitis) [x] You're very loyal [x] You feel like your best friend drags you around a lot, but you both have a great time together [ ] You're very serious [ ] You have a lot of patience [ ] You think too much about philosophical stuff (it makes my brain explode) [ ] You get depressed when questioning the point of existing/the universe, etc.. [/] You're not very confident (hehehe...) [ ] You were quite rebellious as a child [ ] People tend to walk all over you not really anymore [/] You're a born worrier (03/10) Poland (Feliks Lucasiewocz) [ ] You're very flamboyant [ ] You're quite hyperactive [x] You can be quite goofy [x] When you're depressed, you tend to rise out of it like a phoenix [/] You're very wary of strangers [/] It takes you ages to come out of your shell [x] However, when you're used to someone, you're very chatty (You dont know the half of it...) [ ] You're very forceful and stand at one end of the argument when it comes to your opinions [x] You love pansies and corn-poppies (yes! there pritty :3) [ ] You get up to lots of crazy antics (5/10) Prussia (Gilbert Weillschmidt) [ ] You're quite mean-spirited [] You're a bit of a hooligan [x] You're very loyal [ ] You're very good at tactics [ x] You hate Russia like the country or the character I hate the country bc it’s very homophobic but the character is alright. he’s not one of my favorites but he’s pretty cool sometimes [ ] You love to fight people [ ] You can avoid marriages quite well [x] You're not always taken seriously (people tend to laugh at me..) [ ] You like drinking [ ] You want to become stronger (03/10) im poland austria france italy

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