#oh no. i have to draw it now. i have to draw france germany prussia and alsace

[echo-s-land]

@unhonestlymirror I can't believe you made me go back to the Hetalia rabbit hole after years of me escaping it

Anyway, have France singing the Onion song because he remembered it out of nowhere and Austria wondering what that's supposed to mean

[coralcatsea]

So I just read your pinned post for the first time and.. hetalia crossover. with winx club? 👀 if you would like to say more about this I’m listening, I loved winx club as a kid and it still has a special place in my heart :D

Oh, sure! I'll use country names to refer to both the original and fem version of the characters because I think both would be fun to use in this AU.

Now, for character roles, there are lots of great choices, but I'll put my particular favourites.

England I like most as either a witch from Cloud Tower or a sorcerer. Fitting powers would be storm-based like Stormy, darkness/illusions/hypnosis like Darcy, ocean/water magic, or plant magic.

America I like as a fairy or a Specialist. Powers could be similar to Stella's sun/moon/stars combo, or perhaps something related to space, wind, or sound (laughter, music?)

France could be a fairy of love with the power to soften people's feelings. It's helpful for de-escalating tense situations or turning monsters friendly.

Belarus I like most as a witch, but she could work as a fairy too. Her powers would most likely be similar to Darcy's or Icy's.

Germany I'd put as a specialist.

Japan would make a very cool witch or fairy. Maybe with mountain, hot spring, or blossom powers.

Romano would be a fun witch, perhaps of emotions?

Spain could be a fairy of passion or nature.

Canada I think would make a good fairy or witch of silence or shadows.

Prussia would be fun as a fairy, witch, or specialist, with sound, fire, or animal powers.

Russia could be a fun specialist or sorcerer with blizzard or shape-changing powers.

China I'd like as a sorcerer with fire or earth (mineral and clay?) powers

(Another possibility: Having the Allies all as fairies like the Winx Club themselves is also pretty funny. Allies Club. Winx Allies? 😂 And the main trio could be the witches.)

I'll leave it at that for now, but I also have some Winxtalia ship thoughts I'll put in a follow-up post.

This ask also inspired me to draw Winx style fairy of love Nyo France, so expect to see that sometime!

[gamer-logic]

Since my state, Georgia, is having the annual Peaches to Beaches event which is two days of statewide yard sales, I thought it would be interesting to show how America, the states, and any other countries wanting to participate both 1p and 2p would be during this event. So here you go!

Georgia is happily selling fresh produce like boiled peanuts and Vidalia onions and peach-based deserts. Her homemade peach cobbler and ice cream are to die for!

Antonio (Spain) also sells many fresh tomatoes, olives, and other vegetables. He doesn't understand why no one wants his Olive Juice though.

Hawaii and Alaska make a killing selling lemonade at their stand with a free complimentary handmade flower crown with every purchase. While using their sheer cuteness to attract everyone including one of those sweet biker gangs. It's really surreal to see a huge gang of buff, tattooed, tough-looking guys in leather wearing flower crowns and drinking lemonade. Allen's also there to supervise and ward of creep. Also, to provide people more 'incentive' to buy their lemonade.

Texas breaks out the Texas BBQ and is in a Barbecuing turf war with Jett (Australia). They draw huge crowds for the five-alarm chili as well and hold a competition who can eat the most without burning out their tongues and/or passing out.

Florida sells some of the weirdest stuff you'll ever see. "Want a full-scale model of a gator made entirely out of bottle caps? Only ten bucks! Want a portrait of Florida Man painted with orange juice? 15 bucks!"

Nevada also tries to sell weird and sketchy stuff to scam everyone. "This piece is the genuine article folks! One napkin gently used by Elvis Presley himself! Just 500 bucks! Also, gets into a haggling war with Lars (Netherlands). Somewhere Alfred's dad instincts go off and he reminds himself to ground Nevada.

California, Oregon, and Washington collaborate and California sells anything vegan or made with avocadoes and the autographs of Hollywood stars, Oregon sells his old tye-dyed shirts and records, they also made him sell his old groovy hippy bus from the sixties he'd never got rid of no one knew they had. Oregon can be a bit of a hoarder, so they had to tie him to a chair and gag him because he wouldn't surrender the bus without a fight. Washington also tries to sell and drink cups of coffee, but in the hot Southern heat, this doesn't end well.

Louisiana sells anything Cajun-style from frog legs to fresh gumbo, to beignets. Also has a full collection of Mardi Gras masks and shrunken voodoo heads on sale for two bucks a pop.

Gilbert (Prussia) gets tricked by Nevada and gets a ton of stupid things he doesn't need. Ludwig (Germany) tries unsuccessfully to keep him on a metaphorical leash.

Ludwig always checks the quality of things he sees and buys dog toys and supplies for Blackie, Berlitz, and Astor. Later, he actually buys a kiddie leash for Gilbert.

All the while Lutz (2p! Germany) is asleep in a lawn chair with his hat on his face after drinking like six cold beers from this really good booth. All the while, Klaus (2p! Prussia) finds an antique Teutonic Knights flag from a vendor whose family was from Germany.

Vash (Switzerland) buys antique guns from Alabama and Roderich (Austria) also checks out some of Tennessee's guitars. He's horrified upon seeing Alabama's banjo and washboard.

Mathew (Canada) and Emma (Belgium) combine their powers and tag team to sell the best pancakes and waffles on earth with genuine Canadian maple syrup.

New York sells tons of baseball memorabilia and collectibles. Allen, trying to save his bad-boy image, tries to be discreet when buying some while taking Hawaii and Alaska around to get something with their lemonade money. James also gets some hockey memorabilia with Michigan and Minnesota who also got snow cones.

Alaska and Hawaii see a giant deluxe dollhouse but are almost in tears when they don't have enough money. But they end up getting it for free because no one can resist their weaponized puppy dog eyes. Also, no one can resist a growling Allen. Using the leftover money, they buy cute little rainbow umbrella hats for everyone and have Allen wear one who begrudgingly accepts it.

James, walking by with an armful hockey gear and flannel shirts, bursts out laughing when he sees this. In revenge, Allen forces him to wear one too and help him carry the dollhouse, much to Hawaii and Alaska's delight! "I said go my way puck head!" "No, it's my way, you vegan loving hoser!" A passing Francis (France)' is in stylish horror when they also make him and a nonchalant Luis (2p! France), holding a case of vintage wines, wear them too. Hawaii and Alaska go around giving umbrella hats to everyone including a sleeping Lutz they pass by.

Loving (Romano) practically has to supervise Feliciano (Italy) and keep him from buying anything too stupid on impulse or get scammed. They still end up with stacks upon stacks of cookbooks, kitchen wear, and a Mona Lisa made entirely out of Macaroni. They also get umbrella hats.

Flavio (2p! Romano) browses through clothing racks to get ideas for his vintage line. Also checks out the handmade fabrics like quilts. "Such craftsmanship! This pattern is so unique and chic! I simply must have it! What's your price Bella?" The nice old woman selling the quilt just smiles, "Oh just about five dollars young man." "Perfect!" Flavio hands the quilts off to Andreas (2p! Spain) who's practically buried underneath the fabric. Luciano (2p! Italy) facepalms while holding a new knife set in its case. "Oooh! Look at those adorable hats I just have to have one." Cue three more umbrella hats and a humiliated Luciano. "Just kill me now..."

Katyusha (Ukraine), Elizaveta (Hungary), Lillie (Liechtenstein), Natalya, (Belarus), Katya( 2p! Ukraine) and Anastasia (2p! Belarus), and Michelle (Seychelles) explore with armfuls of clothes, new ribbons, and a gun case for Switzerland (Lillie), cast iron frying pans (Elizaveta, watch out Prussia!), farm tools (Katyusha), Jewelry and unmentionables (Katya), dresses (Anastasia), an assortment of switchblades (Natalya), and one of those singing fish on a plague (Michelle). It's definitely an interesting group.

Kiku (Japan) and Kuro (2p! Japan) find a nerd booth selling comics, manga, and Japanese weapons like katanas. Kuro test swings a blade and tries to slice the table so hard it breaks the blade, "Hmmm, not sharp enough for me, got anything else?" He throws it on the pile of broken blades he's already tested. Kiku stockpiles on limited-edition manga and he and the vendor end up getting into a huge, heated by Kiku standards, debate on who's waifu is best. Further down, Alfred reads every Marvel/DC comic while keeping an ear out on every state's location. He checks on Texas via his glasses and notices he's beating Australia in the chili contest. "That's my boy!"

Wisconsin wearing a cheese head sells anything cheese-based. He's got cheddar, goat cheese, string cheese, cheese spray, gorgonzola, grilled cheese, cheese curds, Mac n' Cheese, cheese sculptures of all world monuments, you name it he's got it! He also starts a war with Iowa's corn dishes and Idaho's potato dishes. They eventually end up flinging cheese, potatoes, and corn after they start dissing each other's foods. "Take this cheese brain!" "Nice aim, I-da-ho!" "I told you not to call me that!" "I'm gonna go children of the corn on y'all's behinds!" Poor Nebraska is stuck in the middle.

Alfred (America) hears the commotion and using his parent radar, immediately knows who it is and reminds himself to ground Iowa, Wisconsin, and Idaho later along with Nevada who, though still grounded for sure, makes him feel a little proud of since he managed to out haggle Netherlands.

New Mexico and Arizona also sell Native American handicrafts along with things like dreamcatchers and giant inflatable aliens. While Delaware, being the boring stick in the mud that he is, walks by with a framed and complete U.S. quarter collection from a vendor.

Kansas sells out of every sunflower she had courtesy of Ivan (Russia). Ivan and her the team up to buy out every sunflower seed from here to kingdom come. Viktor (2p! Russia) buys all the vodka he can find and a new shovel while Xiao (2p! China) tries giving people tattoos for 10 bucks a pop.

He tries to convince Yao (China) to get a hello kitty one to match the giant plushie he's holding, with the encouragement of Leon (Hong Kong) and Yong Soo (South Korea) who all collectively agree he needs to quit being such a grandpa. They also like calling him an antique-like the items on sale. " Aiyah! I'm not that old, aru!" "Yeah, you are Sensei." "Don't deny it! Da Ze!" Respect your elders!" "Tattoos originated in Korea da ze!" He totally is that old.

Oliver (2p! England) holds a bake sale and has people lined up for blocks to get some. Arthur (England), after having his scones shut down after it poisoned some unlucky squirrels, fries selling authentic magical items like unicorn hair or pixie dust. Everyone thinks he's a little crazy but he did sell a good bit of old magic books he needed to get out of his house, after making sure no one could actually use them of course.

The Nordics also went perusing for antique and handmade furniture when Mathias (Denmark) spots two full sets of Viking costumes and tries to get Lukas (Norway) to try them on with him. Lukas wasn't amused.

Berwald (Sweden) and Tino (Finland) also find a great handmade table to get after inspecting the workmanship and a full Lego set for Peter (Sealand), now if only Mathias would stop squealing like a little kid at the full piece lego death star. Emil (Iceland) keeps thinking he's the mature one until he spots a mini top hat and cane for Mr. Puffin.

In the end, everyone ends up wearing umbrella hats courtesy of Hawaii and Alaska, loving all the strange things they bought or counting the profits they made. Alfred (America) is proud of his kids and visits everyone one of their stands. He ends up looking pretty funny with an umbrella hat (HW, AK), a washboard, (AL),a picture of Florida Man, (FL), a balloon alien (NM, AZ), a tye dye shirt (CA, WA, OR), hockey stick shaped glasses (MN, MI), a giant stack of comics with a replica Thor hammer and Captain America shield on his back, all in a shopping cart (NV), and a giant turkey leg in his hand (Tx). Unsurprisingly, it was a tie between Oliver, Texas, and Australia for who earned the most with their food. Georgia just smiled as this was another great year for her state and people!

[thetreeturnedoff]

alright! hyperfocus was on my side tonight so i compiled a list of all the caretakers from @hetalia-caretakers for them since people were asking for a list and one hadn’t been made yet (also side note y’all should totally go check out that blog, it’s amazing). i’m planning on updating this list as more people are added, too, and if anyone spots any mistakes here please let me know so i can fix them!

first, here’s the list of the caretakers with names and pronouns:

america - jerry (he/him), madeline/maddie (she/her)

china - zhang huijiong (they/them)

cuba - maria elena (that’s just a first name) (she/her)

england - bruce (he/him), alicia (she/her)

finland - adelaide (she/her)

france - michel (they/them)

germany & prussia - edith (she/her)

iceland - gabriel (he/him)

japan - naomi (she/her), hotaru (she/her)

latvia - agnese (she/her), twins aivars (he/him) and anita (she/her)

liechtenstein - ana (she/her)

n. italy - dante (he/him)

norway - eleanor (she/her)

romania - alina (she/her)

russia - maeve/maeves (she/her), irene (she/her)

sealand - harold (he/him)

s. italy - juno (she/her)

s. korea - jin ae (she/her)

spain - santiago (he/him)

switzerland - leila (she/her)

next, countries with unnamed caretakers:

all the micronations - (he/him)

belarus

denmark

greece - (she/her)

greece & turkey - (they/them)

sweden - (he/him)

ukraine

and for fun, some honorable mentions:

alina’s dog - anghel (she/her)

bruce’s mom who sends bruce off with cookies to give to england

jin’s cat - gilmack (he/him)

jerry’s cat - sugar (she/her)

below this i’m also putting the appearance and personality descriptions that we have because i’ve seen people talk about that before. i’m really just taking quotes and sometimes rephrasing them to make more sense here, but i’m also providing a link to the post it’s coming from so you can see the original context. because this is coming from multiple anon messages, it’s entirely possible that i’ve gotten things wrong, so if anyone (especially the creators) find anything i did get wrong i’d appreciate being corrected.

first, appearances:

adelaide (finland)

taller than finland, standing at around 5′8; hair is shoulder length and curly, and brown with blonde highlights; eyes are hazel [x]

eleanor (norway)

much shorter than norway [x]

5′9; dirty blonde hair and brown eyes [x]

gabriel (iceland)

around the same height as iceland, give or take an inch or two [x]

roughly 5′4; brunette hair and hazel eyes [x]

gilmack (jin)

fattest boy [x]

harold (sealand)

a “middle aged dude” [x]

redheaded with a relatively short style; average height, around 5′9; brown eyes; wears glasses even with decent vision to prevent his vision from deteriorating; a bit thin and lanky, but with a little muscle; visible signs of not sleeping [x]

jerry (america)

5′7.5, or roughly 172cm [x]

argentinian, but born and raised in new york; has brown eyes, black hair, and tan skin; wears glasses and has a “typical cute, tired nerd look”; very skinny and pretty underweight, but he’s just naturally like that, it has nothing to do with him not eating [x] [x]

jin ae (south korea)

short and brunette [x]

maddie (america)

young and 5′ [x]

filipino [x]

maeve (russia)

“has a death glare that makes flowers wilt” [x]

somewhere around 4′11 [x]

sugar (jerry)

grey with green eyes [x]

drawings of caretakers:

jerry

maeve, michel, jeremy, naomi, irene, and maddie

jerry and maddie (and alfred)

michel

maeve and irene

maeve and maddie

and now personalities (and some other facts):

adelaide (finland)

probably scared of finland because he sleepwalks with a gun or something [x]

"helps Finny with his Santa job every year and loves it" [x]

agnese (latvia)

started out sweet and outgoing, and now she and latvia are drinking buddies; keeps trying to keep up with drinking with latvia, despite him being immortal [x]

alina (romania)

"absolutely the snarkiest person you will ever meet"; "will absolutely bully romania into behaving, too varying degrees of effectiveness" [x]

ana (liechtenstein)

"[liechtenstein's] easy to lose due to both of them being easily distracted, so Ana's life is a constant game of hide and seek" [x]

anghel (alina)

"[alina's] main method of tracking romania" [x]

belarus’ unnamed caretaker

"flips between "oh you're angry don't worry I'll leave you alone for a bit" & "drop the knife belarus, don't play that shit with me"" [x]

denmark’s unnamed caretaker

“just as chaotic as Denmark himself” [x]

edith (germany and prussia)

super lax, and lets germany and prussia do whatever; gets into frequent trouble for not doing her job [x]

while supposedly watching prussia, she plays on her phone the whole time, loses track of him, or “helps him with whatever crime he’s trying to commit”; is definitely addicted to candy crush [x]

eleanor (norway)

"carry a spray bottle of water for when [norway] gets sassy with her"; "essentially “screw the rules you’re gonna do it no matter what I say”" [x]

gabriel (iceland)

he and eleanor are enemies because she feels like he’s too strict with iceland; he refuses to relax the rules he has for iceland [x]

"has threatened to quit because of how whiny Ice gets" [x]

has a long list of rules from both iceland’s government and norway that he enforces with iceland [x]

gilmack (jin)

laziest boy; “lives up to his name [name means roadblock]”; “will always be in front of your feet, or in the way, or be a bed hog” [x]

hotaru (japan)

actually enjoys her job, for the most part; “internally screams” around other nations because she only knows how to handle japan [x]

irene (russia)

“just rather confused” [x]

jerry (america)

probably has ptsd [x] [x]

has hit a point where he just kinda goes along with everything [x]

is aroace; is good at playing classical piano; "anxiety is through the roof, as are his caffeine levels"; "most unlucky guy in the world" [x]

gets random instances of super strength on occasion [x]

jin ae (south korea)

headstrong; “will thwap South Korea with a newspaper if he acts out“ [x]

leila (switzerland)

"sort of a pushover, but can be an amazing older sister figure when [switzerland] needs one" [x]

“not the interrupting type” [x]

maddie (america)

"made [america] back down with a single glance" [x]

is probably a black belt [x]

maeve (russia)

russia is the one scared of her; she doesn’t take russia’s shit [x]

“terrifying” [x]

“would just generally do questionable things, such as eating red red meat at 3 am with all the lights off”; actually volunteered for the job [x]

“small feral woman [who] can and will climb onto everything to get what she needs” [x]

maria elena (cuba)

"super chill, but super strong"; "Whenever Cuba and America get into a fight, she's usually the one to hold back America"; "She's a combo of the mom friend and the wine aunt" [x]

naomi (japan)

seems lazy or like she doesn’t care but actually just constantly gets lost; is always losing track of japan or getting turned around or distracted; probably pretty anxious too [x]

santiago (spain)

“stressed 24/7″; can’t really be upset with spain though [x]

really relaxed with spain as long as he’s alone, but things can get out of hand when he’s with portugal [x]

sugar (jerry)

mean to everyone but jerry; anything but sweet; also basically jerry’s emotional support animal [x]

sweden’s unnamed caretaker

can find sweden in ikea when sweden’s in there [x]

ukraine’s unnamed caretaker

just as emotional as ukraine is [x]

[wherearemyglassesbro]

I’m thinking of starting a blog soon! So uh- if you can answer, if the axis and allies were to go to a fine arts school, what would they do/major in? Thank you! Keep up the good work!

Hell yeah!!! Welcome to the club, bucko!

China: Yao would be a piano master! He takes multiple classes for piano and flute! And he plays the harp too but his heart will always belong to the piano. He takes public speaking classes cause he isn’t the best at it and he learns Chinese instruments with his mom at home :) the way he performs always leaves people in awe, his expressions and the way he plays makes the whole experience magical!! His teachers adore him!

Russia: Ivan is a dancer, watch out man cause he’ll crush your head with his thighs. He’s super tall and strong so he gets the male lead most of the time for ballet performances put on by the school! Cause he lifts his partner so easily and just...glides around that stage! Ivan looks great in sequins and cakey stage makeup :) and he takes very good care of himself, he’s got a *self care* routine that every other dancer at the school is jealous of. He doesn’t talk much cause he doesn’t see the need when he can just express himself through dance! Ivan can do the splits...He enjoys dropping into the splits at home or in the hall at school to freak out his friends and sisters

America: Alfred wants to be a comedian so he’s taking a bunch of theater, public speaking and improv classes! When he’s on stage, he owns it! And he can do a handful of accents! Al’s great at comedic storytelling and takes a LOT of inspiration from Jerry Seinfeld and John Mulaney. He watches their shows/performances and makes notes on them! He’s done multiple assignments on them too so at this point, Al’s teachers know as much about Jerry and John as Al does...RIP

England: Artie wanted to be a musician and came to this performing arts school to learn different instruments like guitar or drums but when he grew out of his punk phase in 10th grade, he realized he wanted to be a writer! So he’s taking theater classes and advanced English/poetry classes to learn as much as he can before being spat back out into the real world to fend for himself. He writes a lot of love poems and then burns them in his fireplace at home cause he believes they’re not good enough. Alfred did a comedy sketch about him once, mocking his accent, and Art threatened to beat him up behind Denny’s at 2am

Canada: Mattie wants to SCULPT!!! Let’s hear if for art bois!!! People expect him to be funny like Al cause they’re twins but Matt just wants to listen to Tessa Violet and sculpt pretty ladies out of wood...That’s all he wants to do :( he takes painting classes and a lot of business related classes cause if he’s gonna sell his art, he wants to know how money works cause it ain’t like anyone else is gonna teach him! He also enjoys widdling and will widdle things out of soap if you ask nicely and buy him a cookie from the lunchroom! His favorite thing to make outta soap are boots “cause you don’t expect soap to be shapes like shoes!”...Nerd

France: Francis has hopped from thing to thing many times! He came to the school for ballet, and continues to take ballet classes, but he found out how much he loved to paint after messing around during tech week for the school’s Big Spring Production as he helped paint the backdrops. So he’s conflicted. He’s been dancing since he was young but he’s found something else he loves! Oh how sad! Fran’s a big drama queen but he’s got such a diverse circle of friends: the writers, actors, dancers, art kids, he knows tons of people and is always out and about! If he sees you crying in the dressing room he’ll run over and hug you! But if you’re his dancing partner he can be very picky “Ugh, NON, stop sickling your foot it looks atrocious!”

S.Italy: Oooooooh boy, Lovino to be a photographer for big brands like GUCCI or Louis Vuitton! But you gotta start at the bottom and work your way up! Lovi is extremely short tempered when he has to work with people his own age and has made his brother cry many times by yelling and nagging. “NO! Look at the CAMERA not ME! You idiot now look! You moved and now he shot’s blurry, nice job!” But despite that, you’ll still find him crying as he edits photos cause he waited until the last possible movement to turn everything in and now he’s gotta cram! But then his perfectionist side kicks in and then he cries even MORE cause ‘I don’t have enough time to make the picture perfect but it needs to look perfect! But I don’t have enough time-‘

N.Italy: Feli wants to be a PAINTER and not just any painter, a realist painter. He loves taking Lovi’s pictures to paint! He goes around and will take pictures of students, with their permission, and will paint them super realistically! He’s painted Ivan and Yao many times cause they’re his buddies and he appreciates them so much!! He’s been to every show their school has put on and he’s always there to cheer others on at art shows, even if he didn’t submit anything to that show. He and Matt work together in the studio sometimes! Matt will let him paint a sculpture or Feli will paint Matt whike he’s working. Feli talks and talks while Mattie listens without a complaint :)

Prussia: Gil is a band boy, he plays the saxophone, clarinet and flute. He’s got a big ol’ lung capacity! He loves music and uses it as a coping mechanism. When he’s having Albino Aches, he plays music to get through it, when he’s frustrated with his peers he plays the sax dramatically and if he’s feeling like a gremlin, he’ll play All Star on the flute to annoy Francis during practice. “Gil! Get out of here!” *vigorous flute sounds*. Gil plays in the pit for shows so even though you don’t see him much, he’s loud and he’s there! He and Yao DONT get along cause Yao is very very serious about music while Gil is just good at it and enjoys it. He doesn’t plan on making a career out of it but he’s having a great time while he’s playing!

Germany: Lud is in an advanced choir and has such a beautiful singing voice UGH DUDE! He gets super embarassed when you compliment him or when Gilbert’s yelling ‘THATS MY BABY BROTHER!! WOOO!!!!’ From the crowd. He’s a freshman there but he auditioned for a hiiiigh up choir and easily got in! He takes great care of his voice, no unnecessary yelling and definetly no smoking. He chides others in his choir for doing so but hey, at the end of the day, Lud knows he’ll just take their places when they ruin their voices! Lud wants to make a career out of singing cause he just...Loves it so much. He worries so much about being in a real serious choir one day :0 His worst fear is that he’ll fail every auditom he goes to! His dad assures him that that won’t happen...And he trusts his dad...So he’ll power through it and sing his kil’ heart out

Japan: Kiku and a few friends want to make their own manga one day! That’s the goal! But for now, they’re all settling for advanced drawing classes and painting classes. They don’t exactly have manga courses at school so they practice that on their own time. They’ve made a bunch of friends through their art program though! And since Kiku speaks English, Japanese and Chinese, he tutors other students who wish to learn those languages! That way he gets money to buy fancy copics :) he doesn’t work for the big showcases or anything like that, he prefers to keep to himself, but his teachers put his art in school art shows constantly!

Long postttttt thanks for reading :) yeeeehaw!

[missmilkyroses]

Take This to Your Grave

This is my fanfiction for Prumano Secret Valentine 2020, for @damtoti !

@prumano-week

Content Warnings: Death, Blood, Violence, Suicide Mentions.

Love had always been forbidden in the mafia. “Love,” his grandfather would say. “Is for cowards. If a cold heart can be melted by a warm smile, your heart wasn’t cold enough to begin with.

“I love nobody. Not you, not Feliciano, your parents, nobody. I am married to the mafia,just like I expect you to be.”

And marry the mafia Lovino did. His entire life had been spent training him to take over as head of Purple-Wing, surrounded by rules and guns and the very-real threat of death. There was no time for relaxation or the chance to enjoy life, or at least there wasn’t until he met Gilbert Beilschmidt, a man who loosened the tight restrictions on Lovino’s life and set him free.

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Brigittenauer bridge, Vienna, Austria, 11th July 2018

Lovino walked on the side of the Brigittenauer bridge. It was an absolutely wonderful place, and he felt like relaxing and just being by himself and after pulling off a successful heist against “France” two days ago, he felt he should have the time to enjoy himself. And he was, until he saw a man sat atop of the railing, staring into the Danube river beneath him as if it held the answers to life itself. Lovino sighed. Now he’d have to help the man, or he’d feel guilty somehow, knowing that an innocent man had died whilst he was there. 

Lovino may have been a mafia man, but even he didn’t like to leave civilian casualties if he could help it. Sure, the family of the people he killed may be hurt, but that’s the fault of the people he assassinated.

Lovino sighed and sprinted over the bridge to the man he saw.

“Hey! You! What’s the matter with you?”

The man startled, and Lovino worried for a moment that he might fall off the bridge. ‘What’s it matter if he falls off?’ Lovino thought. ‘If he falls then that’s this problem sorted.’

The man turned around but stayed sat on the railing, looking nervously at Lovino.

“Nothing,” he mumbled. “I was just looking at the Danube. It’s very pretty.

Lovino scoffed.

“Yeah sure you were, so late at night. Why are you jumping off a bridge? That’s a coward’s way to go.”

The man looked at Lovino, offended.

“Excuse me. Sometimes the coward’s way is the only option. One of my best friends was murdered two days ago. My other best friend was arrested for a crime he didn’t commit and is currently facing the death penalty in America. I don’t know what happened to my brother, only he disappeared with an Italian some time back, and I haven’t seen him since.”

The man paused, tears welling up in his eyes. Lovino realised that the man’s eyes were red, an unusual colour for eyes.

“I,” Lovino hesitated. “You.., why are you telling me this?”

“Because when I die, none of this will matter. I’ll be dead, and you’ll take these secrets to your grave, won’t you? “Look,” Lovino sighed, fast getting irritated.

“I couldn’t care less about your life problems. Just know that life can get better.

“How? Everyone I love is either dead or fast approaching. What do you suggest I do? Adopt a new brother?”

“No,just. I’ll meet you here tomorrow, 9am. We’ll go to a cafe. I’ll try and help you through life’s problems. It won’t be easy, but we can try. If it fails, a gunshot through the head is the most effective way of ensuring no-one can save you.”

“Okay thanks,” the man trailed off, realising he didn’t know Lovino’s name.

“Lovino.It’s Lovino.”

“My name’s Gilbert. Nice to meet you.

The man cautiously stepped off the railing and walked in the opposite direction of Lovino. Lovino watched him until all that was left of the man was a silhouette, one that would forever haunt his memory.

Lovino turned and decided to head to the T.G Poker Inspiration, a 15 minute walk along the bridge, in an attempt to forget about the events that had just transpired.

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They met up weekly after that. Every Thursday afternoon, his official time off, they’d meet up in Gorizia, Italy and let Lovino enjoy pretending to be a completely normal young man, not one who’s kill count was probably in the twenties, despite only being 23.

Lovino learned a lot about the way normal people lived life, and for two hours every Thursday  he wasn’t South Italy, grandson of the famous mafia boss Rome, but Lovino Vargas, a 23-year-old who worked full time for his family business. 

Lovino quickly found himself angsting for Thursday afternoons. On days where he felt like the mafia pressures were going to kill him, both literally and figuratively,all he had to do was think of his Thursday’s with Gilbert and he’d feel relieved: knowing that if he could hold on for two more days, he could be with Gilbert.

Eventually once a week wasn’t enough. He wanted Gilbert. He needed Gilbert. He craved Gilbert. In addition to weekly meetings, they also sent letters to each other: They could be read and then securely destroyed, leaving no traces of the clandestine conversations. 

His heart fluttered when he looked at Gilbert. Hell, it fluttered when he thought of Gilbert. Just looking at the letters Gilbert sent, knowing they’d been touched by him, was enough to send him into a frenzy, filling him with all sorts of strange emotions.

It took him far too long to realise that the strange emotions he was feeling were called love, and that he was falling in love with Gilbert.

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Purple-Wing Headquarters,Sardinia,Italy

1st November 2019

“South Italy,” Rome called out to him ,” Come into my office now. I need to speak to you.”

Lovino nodded and  stepped into the office. You don’t disobey Grandfather Rome, no matter your opinions on the matter.

“Yes Grandfather,” he replied, moving to sit down in the seat closest to the door.

“Now, South Italy.” Rome began, locking the office and drawing the blinds. “You know how I was telling you about the man who ran off with Feliciano. Well his grandfather also works in the mafia business, or at least he used to. There is no use in killing the grandfather, but he has an older son.  His name is Gilbert Beilschmidt and you’re going to kill him.

Lovino paused,still in shock.  Gilbert’s brother was the man who ran away with Feliciano? But then, that meant Gilbert was one of them? No, Lovino thought. Gilbert’s not an uncommon name. He’s possibly talking about another Gilbert, right?

“Um, do you have an image of this Gilbert Beilschmidt, Grandfather?”

“Of course!” Rome laughed, pulling out a file labelled Beilschmidt Family.

“We’ve been keeping tabs on this family forever.

He opened the manila folder and flicked through the pages, not pausing until he opened up a profile. There was a picture of a man with blonde hair, and blue eyes.

“This is Ludwig Beilschmidt, the man who eloped with Feliciano. In Black Rose, he is known as “Germany”.”

Lovino mentally breathed a sigh of relief. That man looks nothing like Gilbert, he thought. That is, until the next page in the folder was turned.

There was a young man, looking away from the camera, but even then Lovino could tell it was Gilbert. The white hair, the dazzling scarlet eyes, there was no-one else it could be. Lovino was certain his grandfather had chosen the mission on purpose. He must’ve somehow known. Otherwise, they would’ve chosen to kill Ludwig, or at the very least the grandfather. He knew. Oh my god. Lovino mentally said a prayer.

“This,” his grandfather announced proudly, moving the folder closer to Lovino so that he could see Gilbert’s profile more clearly. “Is Gilbert Beilschmidt. He  aliases as “Prussia”, and,as I’ve already told you, is your target for the upcoming assassination.

“Grandfather, why must we kill Gilbert? Would it not be more effective to attack the grandfather? Or Germany himself?”

Rome looked at him quizzically.” Are you daring to question me, South Italy?”

“I,” Lovino bowed his head obediently. “Of course not Grandfather Rome. I am just interested in what your plans are for this mission, grandfather.”

“I’d hope so Lovino.” Rome’s eyes narrowed as he glared down at his eldest grandson. “If you must know, Gilbert Beilschmidt is a failure, for many reasons, which I am sure you do not know.  Do no question the issue, as

“Now, back to what this mission entails. You, firstly, will kill Gilbert Beilschmidt. Shoot him, poison him, I don’t care. As long as he ends up dead. Then, as Gilbert is his grandfather’s prime caretaker, we kidnap the grandfather and force Ludwig to trade us Feliciano. And,before you ask, when you kill Gilbert, mutilate the body to the point where it’s almost unrecognisable. We’re going to post it to Ludwig and show him what will happen to his grandfather when he refuses.”

Lovino was grateful that a poker face had been drilled into him from day one, otherwise his grandfather would surely know he had feelings for Gilbert. And he knew what would happen if he was caught breaking the rules.

“Of course Grandfather. When should I do it?”

“13th February 2020, there’s an abandoned factory Slovenia is keeping safe for us in Škofja Loka, Slovenia. Lure Gilbert there, then kill him. I’ll be arriving at 00:40 on the 14th to check if the mission has been done. If not, then…”

Lovino gulped as Rome glared harshly at him.

“This entire assignment rests on your shoulders. It’s up to you to get this started, then we can retrieve your brother. This will be the most important assignment you’ve been given, okay? Any mistakes will be the end of you.”

Lovino nodded and tried to discreetly wipe the sweat off that was beading on his brow. “I will do my hardest to ensure I succeed, Grandfather.

“Excellent. More information will be sent to you later.” Rome smirked, a move that went unnoticed by Lovino.

“Now get out of my sight, Lovino.”

Lovino hurried out the room, face turning red embarrassedly.  His grandfather was sure to suspect something, if he hadn’t already.

All he could do was think about how he was going to tell Gilbert this, and where his loyalties lay. When it came down to it, was he willing to risk his life for Gilbert? Lovino felt his heart sink when he realised the answer was a resounding yes. He wiped the sweat off his brow and decided to fly over to Zurich, as a change from Gorizia. His grandfather knew that he visited Gorizia weekly. As far as his grandfather was aware, Lovino had never stepped foot in Switzerland.

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 Capuchin Bridge, Slovenia. 13th February 2020

22:00 pm CET

Lovino nervously stood and waited for Gilbert. He was walking on a bridge in the dark, like he was when he first met Gilbert. “And this is going to be the last time you’re ever able to meet with Gilbert.” His inner voice piped up. “Isn’t this ironic?”. Lovino resolutely ignored the voice in his head and looked into his reflection in the Selška Sora.

After what seemed like an impossibly long time,Gilbert ran towards Lovino, enveloping him in a tight embrace. There was a large grin stretched out on his face.

“Lovi! It’s so great to see you! I’ve missed you! I haven’t since what, December I think? Happy belated new year!”

Gilbert leaned in to give Lovino a kiss, but stopped when he noticed Lovino hadn’t moved an inch,  he was stone cold like a statue.

“Lovino? Babe? What’s the matter with you? “I.. think it’d be in our best interests if we weren’t together anymore.” Lovino forced himself away from Gilbert’s loving hands, his warm breath and took a deep breath to steady his nervous limbs.

Gilbert’s face sunk as he gazed at Lovino, a look of pure horror on his face.

“You...you...why? What have I done wrong? Answer me! Answer me!” 

Lovino shrank back from Gilbert’s relentless pestering, glancing down at the Selška Sora and wishing it would just simply sweep him away. That would solve all his problems. Gilbert wouldn’t have to worry about being dumped and then murdered, he wouldn’t have to kill Gilbert, South Italy could be washed away along with all the mafia stresses…

He didn’t realise what he was doing until he felt Gilbert yank him away from the railing, causing him to fall backwards on top of Gilbert.

 Gilbert pushed Lovino and stood up, grabbing Lovino’s shoulders and forcing him upright.

“Gilly, you saved-”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Gilbert hissed, sinking his fingers into Lovino’s shoulders and shaking him back and forth as hard as he could.

“I haven’t seen you in two months and the first you do is dump me, then attempt suicide by jumping off a fucking bridge? What the fuck kind of thought process is that, Lovino?”

“Gilly I’ve got problems-”

“You’ve got problems? YOU’VE GOT PROBLEMS? My grandfather died on Christmas Day. With his departure, everyone I loved was gone,except you, although we hadn’t talked since November. Isn’t suicide supposed to be the coward’s option?”

Gilbert laughed ,hysterically pushing Lovino back down. 

“There’s no use in running away from your problems. Sooner or later, they’ll manage to beat you in the race, and they’ll make you lose HARD.”

He bent over Lovino with a maniacal grin on his face. Sweat dripped off his forehead. 

Without warning, he suddenly bent over and began coughing, choking and choking as though he’d been starved of air.

Lovino instantly went to help Gilbert calm down, although he was confused. He couldn’t remember the last time Gilbert had had an attack this brutal.

“Gilbert calm down! Gilbert! Gilly!”

Lovino grabbed Gilbert and stared lovingly into his eyes, carefully combing his hands through Gilbert’s hair.

It took five long minutes to get Gilbert to calm down.

“I-Lovi, I,”  Gilbert stopped as he came to terms with the fact that he’d had another panic attack.

“I haven’t had a panic attack since last February.” Gilbert panted out, trying to control his breathing and letting the implications of this statement hang in the air.

“We started dating last February.” Lovino realised, guilt sinking in his stomach.“Hey, it’s alright Gilbert. There’s absolutely nothing to worry about. I’ve got some explaining to do, haven’t I?”

He continued to sit with Gilbert, alone on the bridge. Around them, rain began to slowly fall from the overcast clouds above them.

“Gilbert.”

“Hmm?” Gilbert had almost fallen asleep in his arms, feeling too tired after his attack to give a greater response to Lovino.

“The reason I wanted to break up with you is because I have to kill you.” Lovino let the words tumble out of his mouth in a flurry.

“What?” Gilbert sat upright, almost knocking Lovino over. “You have to kill me?”

“Yes.” There was no point in keeping it under wraps anymore. Gilbert had to know everything.

Lovino got to his feet and assisted Gilbert in getting to his feet

“I’ve got so much to tell you, so you’d better listen closely.”

They wandered off Capuchin Bridge and towards the arranged location of the murder. Lovino told Gilbert everything, about how he’d been hired to kill Gilbert because of his younger brother Ludwig’s decision to elope with Feliciano, and how his grandfather was supposed to be kidnapped and used as ransom to bargain back Feliciano.

“And the family business, it was the mafia. I’m so sorry Gilbert for keeping this all from you, I just thought that I could keep this under wraps.” Lovino choked back a sob as he stared at the empty factory, taunting him with what he was about to do.

Gilbert however, only nodded. “I knew you were in the mafia since you mentioned your little brother. You must mean North Italy.That makes you South Italy, right? Don’t sweat it, I knew I was going to be killed, I just didn’t expect it to be you.”

Lovino could only gape at Gilbert. “You knew?” A solitary tear fell down his face.

Gilbert frowned. “Don’t worry about that. My family is involved in the mafia business too, are they not? Now let’s go inside already, the death knell’s been waiting for ages to finally make itself useful.

__________________________________________________________ Location Unknown, Škofja Loka,Slovenia.  13th February 2020

23:50 pm

They entered the first room they saw inside the factory. It was large and dusty, with an unusual complex wire system running on the walls. A large part of the ceiling was gone, exposing the pair to the rain outside, which was quickly increasing in intensity.

“So, you have to..” Gilbert let his words trail off.  “It’s really hit me you know, now I’m about to die I’m panicking, yet when I first heard about my assassination I was completely fine with it. It’s funny how that happens, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” Lovino's voice was barely audible in the suffocating silence, shrouding the room with sorrow.

“I’ve got poison in my bag, shall I? Or would you prefer gunshot? Strangulation? I’ve got it all.”

“I don’t mind, just.” Gilbert laughed quietly. “ When we were meeting up,like we did most Thursdays,I didn’t think it was because you were my alleged murderer. I thought you just wanted to rekindle our relationship and go on another date.I mean, A derelict factory under suspicious management isn’t exactly a popular date option.”

The faint echoing of bells could be heard distantly, rattling in the quiet room. 

“Hey,” Gilbert pointed out. “It’s Valentine's Day. That means I have less than 35 minutes left alive. And you’ll still need to mutilate my body. Try not to damage it too much, will you?”

Lovino stared solemnly at his soon-to-be-dead boyfriend, electing not to say anything, but instead pushed Gilbert against the wall and locked them in a passionate embrace, tongues mingling as Gilbert melted into his lover’s arms for the last time.

Lovino pulled back, a string of saliva still keeping him connected. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

He reached into his bag and probed  around for a heart-shaped box with a ribbon tied around it. “I have chocolates for you. And flowers. What was your favourite song again? Welcome to the Black Parade?”

Gilbert laughed mirthlessly. “You’ve got this all planned out.”

“I’m trying to make your final moments as peaceful as possible. Now, a gunshot is quickest but poisoning is the most peaceful. “

Unbeknownst to them, Janez  was watching them from a camera system he had planted in the room. He had cameras planted all over the factory. And an explosive system rigged to go off with just the flick of a switch. He frowned disgustedly as he saw Lovino showing compassion to Gilbert, kissing him like there was no tomorrow. And technically, there wasn’t one for either of them.

Janez swiftly made a hast to call Rome.

“Rome, my leader. This is Slovenia.I am calling you to inform you that your suspicions were indeed correct. South Italy has indeed been consorting with Prussia. They have just osculated,-that is to say, kissing- and South Italy is discussing how he plans to make Prussia enjoy his final moments alive. As if he’s worthy of such compassion.”

There was silence on Janez’s end as he waited for Rome to respond to his transmission.

“Slovenia. I appreciate your telling me. As for South Italy, well, you know the explosives? Set them off. I couldn’t give a damn if South Italy is killed, in fact it’ll be pleasing if he is killed, so I want a powerful explosion.I’ll be coming at 00:40,like I told South Italy. If  Prussia isn’t dead or dying, or at the least severely wounded, it will be your head. Literally. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, my leader. I understand you.”

Rome didn’t respond and just hung up. Janez scanned his control panel for the correct switch to ensure that Prussia was going to get injured. Once he found the switch, he didn’t hesitate in flicking it upwards and watching on the screens in front of him as the ceiling suddenly caved in on Purple-Wing’s next victims.

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Lovino pulled his gun out of his bag and set his finger on the trigger but then stopped and looked up suddenly. 

“Hey, do you hear that rumbling noise?

Gilbert turned to face Lovino, fear evident in his eyes. “I don’t-”

That was all he got to say before a large portion of the room caved in on him,a large chunk of concrete wedging itself in Gilbert’s forehead.

Lovino had sprinted to the other end of the room, however he was cut off when a large steel beam fell on his right hand.  Terrified, he fired his gun, acting entirely on instinct. The bullet ricochet off the bulletproof glass in the window opposite Lovino and launched straight through Gilbert’s ears,in and out of his brain.

In the control room, Janez sent a swift message to Rome.

00:20 pm

My leader, the target has been taken out.

00:21

Excellent. Your service has been appreciated Slovenia.

Lovino dropped the gun and ran to be by his lovers side. He gently bent down so they were at the same level, and locked eyes with Gilbert.

“Gilly? You’re dying now,okay.?”  

He took hold of Gilbert’s left hand and started stroking in an attempt to comfort him.

“Lovino,” Gilbert choked out, blood spilling down his face. His hand was clasped in Lovino’s own hand, which was trembling. Lovino struggled to hold back tears, blurring his vision. Blurring his sight  of the last time he’d ever see his lover again.

“I love you so much, okay. Remember that, Lovino?”

“I will,” Lovino nodded. He hadn’t even noticed the tears were rolling down his face until Gilbert moved his other hand to wipe them away.

“Gilbert, I didn’t want you to have to die. But it had to be done, yeah? God we never should’ve started dating.”

“Its, it’s not your fault, Lovi. You were forced into it by your grandfather. I forgive you for everything you’ve done.” Gilbert’s voice was getting quieter and quieter, and his eyes were slowly losing light.

“Gilbert.” Lovino broke down, collapsing on Gilbert’s body.

“Goodbye Lovino.” Gilbert’s grip on Lovino’s hand went limp, and his chest began to still.

“No! Gilbert please I love you.Gilbert!”

 Lovino cried, even though he knew Gilbert couldn’t hear him.  Sitting up, he slowly began to cradle Gilbert’s corpse in his arms.

He spent the next five minutes crying, knelt down on the floor of the dark room.

Just as he began to pick himself up, Grandpa Rome walked in and placed a hand on Lovino’s shoulder.

“I know you really loved him, Lovino.” 

Lovino looked up to face his grandfather, a scowl slowly forming on his face.

“ Yes, I did, Grandfather. But there’s not a problem with that now, is there?”

Lovino looked at his grandfather, still scowling, but with fear hidden in his eyes.

Rome said nothing, only taking his hand off of Lovino’s shoulder and bending down- to tie his shoelaces, Lovino presumed.

“Grandfather? I know I did you wrong. But I’m ready to finish with the rest of my assignment-”

He was cut off by a bullet embedding itself in his throat. Shocked, he tripped over Gilbert’s corpse and fell backwards, his stomach being impaled by the same piece of shrapnel in Gilbert’s forehead. He quickly got up and tried to crawl forwards, only to be stopped by Rome harshly yanking him back onto the stone-cold floor. He felt his head crack open and a thin liquid slowly started to cascade down his forehead. His vision started to blur and the room started spinning. He was barely paying attention to the world or what his grandfather was saying, his focus taken up by the headache threatening to consume him.

“This has just proven to me that you’re not loyal anymore. I know, I know, you shot your boyfriend for me. That’s loyalty, right? Well really, if you were that obedient, you wouldn’t even have a boyfriend in the first place.”

 Rome gave Lovino a malicious smirk ,before lifting his combat boots up, the combat boots which had nails hammered into the soles.

The last thing Lovino saw were his grandfather's boots being driven into his face, whilst his grandfather laughed. 

“Goodbye, Lovino.”

 He couldn’t even feel the pain from the force of Rome’s boot before his world went dark and he stopped thinking.

The door slammed shut behind Rome as he walked out the door confidently.

“That’s Lovino done, a little earlier than expected, but he’s dead now, like I intended anyway. Next, who’s going to kill Feliciano? I was thinking it’s time for Ivan to do me a little favour ....”

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[juliussneezerfics]

Blood Red Lilies and Baby Blue Cornflowers: Chapter 7 - Deception

Germany is finally reunited with Italy.

Ao3

*****

Germany opened the door. No matter how much he expected what he saw, that didn’t keep him from being taken aback with the sight that confronted him.

Spain stood behind the two others standing at the doorframe, beaming at Germany. He was dressed in a red button-up over a white shirt and a pair of jeans, looking surprisingly out of place out of his military uniform. The last time Germany had seen him, his smile was strained. It was awkward and fake. Now, his dimpled smile was genuine and white as ever. Unexpectedly, it was a pleasure to see.

In front of him, standing the shortest, was Romano with his arms crossed. He looked at Germany almost expressionlessly, but for a slightly furrowed brow. Almost as if he were withholding judgement for him until Germany proved something to him. It was an expression Germany found odd, as usually Romano just sent him a harrowing glare and moved on. He was also in casual clothes, though Romano’s “casual", as usual, outdressed everyone else. He dressed in a black buton-up, a grey jacket, a pair of jeans, and a pair of black leather shoes that had to have cost a fortune.

Finally, at the very front, stood Italy. His hair shone in the sunlight like copper. 

His skin was a tan that Germany associated with long days at the beach and naps in the afternoon daylight. Clad in a simple white t-shirt, skinny jeans and sneakers, even in casual clothing he seemed to draw attention from those surrounding him like a magnet. His pink lips were upturned in a huge grin that reached his brown eyes. Those brown eyes. They searched Germany and punctured a hole somewhere deep within him. He felt his breath hitch.

Germany felt his lips part, but he had no idea what to say.

Italy’s smile dropped upon seeing him. After a moment, he recovered and leapt forward. “Germany!” He wrapped his arms around Germany and grabbed the back of his shirt in his fists. Without hesitation, Germany encircled his arms around the smaller nation. He shocked himself with how quickly he returned the hug. It almost felt like a reflex, his skin yearning for a touch he hadn't felt in decades. The last time they had hugged like this, it was a hug goodbye. His brow furrowed. God, how he missed this man.

“Germany, you’re here! I missed you so much!” Italy’s voice was muffled in his chest.

In a strange moment of hyper-awareness, Germany realized that Italy’s lips rested right over where his heart was. He desperately hoped Italy couldn’t feel how swiftly his heart was beating. “I know. It’s good to see you.” Belatedly, he noticed Romano's gaze upon them.

Romano’s usually surly expression was one of fondness. A small, unguarded smile was on his face as he observed the scene before him. His hazel eyes flickered up to Germany and it immediately fell to a scowl. “Okay, Kraut quit feeling up my brother.”

Italy pulled away. Already, Germany felt so cold. “Oh stop it, Romano, it’s been a decade!”

“You got any food here, or what?” Romano asked.

Spain clicked his tongue. “Come on, ‘Mano, don’t be like that! It’s a reunion!” He reached forward and took Germany’s hand between both his own. He shook it vigorously. “It’s good to see you, Germany. How you doing?”

“I’m doing well. It’s good to be home.”

“I imagine so, Germany!” Italy piped from beside him. “You’ve always been more of a homebody.”

Germany looked over to him, a small smile on his face. His voice was like music to his ears. Crazy how Italy could drive him crazy just by speaking. “Come on. Japan’s waiting in the kitchen. Prussia and France are in our living room.”

“Sounds, good, Germany! Welcome home.” Spain said, pushing past him to get to the living room, Romano tailing reluctantly behind.

“Thank you.”

Italy surged forward, taking Germany’s hand. “Come on, Germany! I want all of us to be together like old times!”

Germany’s heart sprang to his throat. He felt something flare within him. Something that made its unwelcome presence remembered to him again. He coughed into his elbow as Italy pulled him through the house, into the kitchen.

“Japan!” Italy cheered, releasing Germany’s hand to wave to his friend.

Japan turned in his seat. “Hello, Italy.”

Italy rushed forward and took the other stool, leaning forward on the counter. “Look at us! All together again, just like old times!” He turned around in his seat again. “Oh, wait! You sit down, Germany, I’ll make us something to eat!”

Germany raised an eyebrow. “You realize that I’m the one hosting, right?”

“I know your kitchen almost as well as my own! I haven’t made something for us in so long! I insist!”

Germany smiled to himself, brushing past Italy to sit down on the stool. “If you insist.”

Italy rounded the counter and cracked his knuckles, pulling Germany’s favorite apron off a magnetic peg on the fridge. “Right!” He rummaged around the cabinets, his bright grin slowly falling to a disappointed frown. “There’s-”

“No pasta.” Germany coughed into his elbow, clearing his throat. “Sorry.”

Italy smiled back at him. “It’s okay. Your tastes are far too German.”

Germany shook his head with mirth, not responding.

“If you do not mind my asking, how did it go between you and America when you stayed with him?” Japan inquired.

Italy paused his perusal of the kitchen, shutting the nearest cabinet. “You’re talking about your… visits?”

“We began the conversation before you arrived. I was curious as to how it went with Germany.”

“I hope it wasn’t too hard on you, Germany. Japan made it sound fine, maybe even pleasant! After all, France, England and America are very nice!”

Germany raised an eyebrow, ignoring the pang in his chest as he realized he couldn’t tell his friends about a whole half of his time at the other’s houses. The time lying uselessly in bed, coughing up lilies. He cleared his throat again, pushing the intrusive thought away. “You would think so. England and France were fine. Strange as it may seem, I actually enjoyed my time at their houses. But my time with America started out a little tense the first year. He followed me around everywhere out of fear that I would try to escape and… start another war, I suppose. Can’t say I blame him.”

Japan blinked, looking taken aback. “Is that so?”

“He didn’t do the same with you?”

“Not at all. It was… well I don’t want to say ‘friendly’, but it went about as well as I could hope for. A little tense, but otherwise fine.”

“We got into a fight.”

Japan frowned. “As in a shouting match?”

“And a uh… physical fight.”

Again, Japan blinked. “Hmm.”

“A what? A fight? Did you get hurt?” Italy asked worriedly, looking up from his work.

“It was very short before I- before we talked it out.” Germany explained. That wasn’t lying, was it? “I wasn’t-” He was very much in pain. “Injured.”

Japan nodded thoughtfully, but he withheld his thoughts to himself.

Italy wasn’t quite so tactful. “What did you fight over?”

“I’ll give you three guesses.”

Italy’s eyes widened. “He didn’t attack you over the wars, did he? Everyone knows that wasn’t your fault.”

Germany shrugged slightly, trying to ignore how Italy’s concern started his heart all over again. “He said later that he was just looking for someone to blame, but yes.”

“It’s unlike you to not try to talk your way out of the situation.” Japan observed.

He was hit with a wave of shame. “I… talked.”

“About?”

“His history.”

Italy gaped. “Oh, Germany… you didn’t talk about slavery or anything, did you?”

“I- yes. And the native Americans as well.”

Japan frowned. “Germany, you know as well as I that’s a low blow. America is doing everything he can to rectify his past mistakes.”

“Yes, yes, I know! I was out of line.” Germany lamented, looking down at the table. “But I was very angry. I wasn’t allowed to leave the houses, I was-” He almost let it slip. “I missed my brother… On top of it, being falsely blamed for something I loathed doing in the first place made me lose control.”

“It’s okay, Germany.” Italy reassured, approaching the counter. He leaned forward and rested a hand on Germany’s arm.

Germany’s heart jumped again.

Italy smiled. “We were all angry. We all said and did things we regret.” He straightened. “But the point is, that’s in the past! We’re in the present, now, so we can enjoy it!”

Japan nodded. “Italy is right. We all make mistakes, Germany.”

Germany just nodded, eager to change the subject. “How were you this past decade, Italy?”

“Well I hate to talk about my pleasant experience after what I just heard…” Italy trailed off with a sheepish smile.

“You said yourself that is in the past. I’m genuinely curious how you were at Spain’s.” Germany explained.

Italy pulled the jar of flour out of the cabinet, humming.

Germany tried to keep from cringing at the sight. Oh, how he hoped he wouldn’t have to clean up after Italy.

Italy turned back to the cabinet. “It was amazing! It was like being on a vacation, Germany! The sun was always shining, Spain’s garden is so lovely! I would pick tomatoes with Romano, and I made dinner everyday… and breakfast… and lunch. Seborga came and visited us a few times, too! It was lovely! Have you guys ever seen the stars in Spain? It’s beautiful! I mean, not as beautiful as the stars at my house, but you know that’s an unfair comparison.”

Germany rested his chin in his palm as he listened to Italy chatter. Japan would hum thoughtfully every now and again to respond to one of Italy’s sentiments, eventually nursing a cup of tea. It almost felt normal again. At least until Germany would cough. A painful reminder that nothing would ever be the same again.

The guests stayed over at Germany’s house until well into the night. They left at midnight, wine and pasta in everyone’s stomachs, happiness in their hearts. Germany closed the door to the house and turned with a sigh. Prussia was loafing on the couch, tipsy with beer.

 “I hope the others have a designated driver.”

Prussia lifted his heavy head to look at his brother, dropping it back on the couch pillow with a grin. “Yup. Spain’s driving.”

“I’m not sure that’s responsible, but at least they’re safe.” He took a seat in his armchair, sighing slightly as he contemplated his day. It was wonderful to see Italy on one hand… but on the other, it was painful. Seeing Japan was pleasant, of course. A relief, in fact. The two have always gotten along wonderfully. It was fantastic to see his friend again… so Germany felt guilty as only one of his friends was on his mind.

“Thinking about Italy?” Prussia inquired, not looking away from the ceiling.

Germany just grunted.

 “You’ll be okay, West. It hurts now, but heartbreak is easier to get used to than you would think.”

Germany glanced over at his brother. What he said was delivered so casually, but there was an unspoken weight to what he said. He wondered exactly what had taken place in the time they spent apart. He wondered if his brother was just speaking from his country being dissolved, or from something entirely different. Something from before Germany existed, during, or even right now. Though the two brothers were close, Germany knew most about Prussia's history through books. His older brother preferred to keep his past in the past, turning to his journals to divulge whatever he was feeling. Whatever was worrying him. When the two talked, Prussia usually spoke of positive things or bragging about something that he had done. Germany knew it was a façade of sorts. One that he didn't dare break. He was afraid to ask what prompted Prussia's sentiment. So, swallowing his questions, he looked away and didn’t question it.

The two brothers sat together, stewing in their separate thoughts.

Germany leaned over the side of his bed a month later, coughing out a full flower. He gulped in frantic breaths, at least as well as he could with the limited movements he could make. He looked down at the flower on the floor. The border of the petals were a deep maroon. He would be dead within hours. He collapsed against his pillows, turning away from his brother. Prussia shifted in his armchair next to the bed, laden with the kind of silence that came with not knowing what to say. “… Ludwig.”

Germany concentrated on breathing. Perhaps if he pretended to sleep he wouldn’t have to talk.

 “Ludwig. I know you’re awake.”

Germany turned his head over to Prussia. He knew what he looked like now. He looked siphoned. Like the life was draining out of him. He could feel the stems scraping and scratching at his insides. He knew that his very life blood was being robbed of him as they spoke. He would be dead soon, pale and sallow. “You used,” he took a shallow breath. “To call me West.”

Something flashed within Prussia’s eyes. A grim realization. “You’re going to die, soon, aren’t you?”

Germany simply blinked and summoned the last of his strength to open his mouth. “Yes.” His voice was barely a whisper. A bodiless murmur, sounding like his timbre was scrubbed away with sandpaper.

Prussia nodded, though Germany could see his composure breaking off piece by piece. “I see.”

“You don’t-” Germany coughed. God, it even hurt to talk. “Need to worry. I've done it before.”

“You shouldn’t have to.” Prussia’s voice was laden with second-hand misery. Heavy and so less vibrant than usual. “No one should.”

 “Stop it.”

Prussia looked taken aback, but he nodded.

Germany felt dread settle into his stomach as he felt the stems rise. God, not now. No. Please. Not while Prussia could see. He only had a little time.

“You want tea?” Prussia asked.

Germany nodded, unable to find it within himself to say anything more.

“Okay. Coming right up! No one can make tea as awesomely as I can!” The cheer was false. Nearly as fake as Germany’s calm.

Germany watched his brother leave, finally giving in to the pain as the flowers pushed into his throat and out of his mouth.

[missouris-googlehistory]

Chapter III | Towards the Stars

//TW: Mentions of PTSD episodes and suicide

The day Francis so anxiously awaited finally came. “FRANCE!? FRANCIS!” An English voice called out, jarring him from his sleep. That's when he knew.

“Here..here! Angleterre!” He tried to sit up from the cot. Suddenly he heard dogs barking. The ones he knew Germany had put in front of the door so he couldn't escape. “Arthur the do-!” Before he could finish he heard gunshots and canine whimpers. England barged in through the door.

“FRAN- BLOODY HELL.” He laid eyes on his neighboring nation. Now bruised and bandaged. France looked away in shame as England averted his gaze and cleared his throat. “Come on now. You get to go home.” He came over and helped his Allie stand up. Francis wrapped his arms around him and sobbed.

“Oh Angleterre I'm sorry for the horrible things I've ever said about you! I'm sorry for all of our fights! I-I!”

Arthur looked at him stunned. “Oh well..it's alright you..I mean old chap.” He decided now was not the time for teasing. “Come on. Someone wants to see you.” Francis sniffled and nodded allowing himself to be helped down the stairs.

Once outside England wrapped a blanket around his shoulders. Francis hadn't noticed as he paid close attention to America shouting at Germany and Prussia. Both were on their knees in handcuffs, guards surrounding them so they couldn't escape. The younger brother noticed France and glared at him. Francis shied away feeling Ludwig's ice blue eyes dig into his very soul. “Nevermind him.” Arthur turned him to another direction, immediately he saw Belgium who was wrapped in a blanket as well.

“Emma! You're OK!” She looked up and came over.

“France!” The Belgian smiled. “You're OK too!”

Those were a few pleasant memories. Unfortunately for France though, the bad outweighed the good.

It had been nearly twenty years since then. One day, England had decided to come over and check on him. “France?” He unlocked the door with the key Francis let him have. He heard sobbing coming from a distance. So he decided to check upstairs. “Oh no..” He went towards the noise, which was his bedroom. “France?” He asked again, peering into the room. “It's alright-” Francis tossed and turned in his sleep. Arthur realized. “He's having another night terror..” England sighed and suddenly jolted from his thoughts as the Frenchman began to scream. He knew you shouldn't wake someone up but he couldn't leave him to recall such dark memories. He rushed over and immediately helped him sit up. “Sh. France it's OK. You're home now.” He spoke softly as the other man continued to cry. England noticed him beginning to wake up. “Here.” He went into the next room to grab something, he knew this was Francis’s gallery. He saw something small enough to grab and rushed back in. He handed him his sketch pad that had a drawing of Joan d'arc on it.

Francis clung to the drawing and began to calm down. “Look at all the marvelous stars you drew.” England tried to cheer him up as France looked down at his art work. “You know you'll never see the same star twice. Each night is fresh with different kinds of stars of all shapes and sizes. This is your chance to meet new people. Get out and see the world. If you're up to it you can start attending the world meetings again.”

“Merci Angleterre.” He wiped his tears as he came to his senses.

In the neighboring country, unlike France, Germany had no one to comfort him. Everyone was still angry at him. And the only person who did care about him was locked away behind a brick wall.

Ludwig held his ears in agony. “I'M SORRY I'M SORRY.” He shouted, he couldn't recall when the episode started, all he heard were countries shouting and screaming at him. Calling him names and teasing him. He slid to the floor. “I KNOW I KNOW..I'D BE BETTER OFF DEAD!” He suffered until the voices finally left him alone.

A few months later, Francis was doing much better with the help of his friends. The doctors told him it would be long lasting but he knew he had support. He heard his phone ring and ran to pick it up. “Salut-” America cut him off.

“Yo French fry could you go check up on Germany for me? We got into an argument a little bit ago and he said he'd call me back and the dude hasn't yet.”

“Maybe he just needs some space America.” After all this time France had found it in himself to forgive Ludwig. He had thought long and hard about what he had said the first day of his captivity. “Besides it would take me awhile, even by plane to get from my house to his.”

“Aw come on dude! You do this for me and I'll stop calling you French fry!”

“DEAL!” France shouted, he hated that nickname with a passion. He slammed the receiver down and went to pack a suitcase.

“He better keep his promise!”

It took a few hours for Francis to actually get to Ludwig's house. He finally made it however and knocked on the door. “Lud..Ludwig..?” When he received no response he rang the doorbell. Nothing. He grew concerned and looked around. The car was parked in its place. “Strange..” He decided something was wrong, and it needed investigating. Francis walked around the house, he was in luck, a living room window was open to let in some fresh air. “This is crazy but..” He climbed through.

“Allemagne. It's me, France.” He announced his presence. “Maybe that was a bad idea..he's probably still remorseful.” He walked into the kitchen, remembering that Ludwig liked to cook. Maybe he was distracted. He stepped in and looked looked around. “Ger-” He let out a girlish scream. “GERMANY!” He rushed to his side. Ludwig was unconscious on the floor. “Wha..what? How did this happen!?” He looked around for an explanation. He noticed a pill bottle on the counter. “Please..don't tell me..” He looked in the bottle of Bayer aspirin. Empty. He ran to find a phone. Luckily the operator could speak French and understand the scared and rambling man.

An ambulance came and took Ludwig. Francis was sure to follow in his car. The thought dawned upon him as to why he should care at all. He should be happy shouldn't he? But he wasn't. Quite the opposite, yet he didn't know why.

Francis stayed at the hospital right outside his room while they tried to drain the drugs from his body. Once he got the OK from the nurse he went inside. He looked over to see Ludwig's side of the room had a window. Francis smiled. “Good. Now he can look up at the stars and have hope.”

A policeman came up to France. “Sir?”

He turned around. “Oh. Oui?”

“We found this on the counter. It was addressed to you and an Emma.” He handed Francis the note which was inside a plastic evidence bag. He promptly took it out and read it.

“Oh Ludwig..”

[ohnohetaliasues]

1+2p Hetalia High {Ch.1}

(Kat)

tHIS HAS 119 CHAPTERS.

199.

AM I GOING TO REVIEW EVERY ONE OF THEM? YES SIREE BOB. 

OH LORD.

Buckle up my children, we’re in for a wild ride and a brand new adventure.

Note: The full title of this story is “1p and 2p HetaliaxReader High school just got weirder” but since I don’t want to put that as my title, I’m just putting it as whatever I decided to put because at the moment of typing this I’m still not sure. 

I’m not sure how to feel about this. But here we go.

Also, this is a reader insert, so I’ll be putting ‘Kat’ when ‘y/n’ appears.

{Kat}'s POV

I woke up to my alarm blaring a familiar song. It was the F/A (Favorite Anime) opening. 

Coincidentally, I have the Ao no Exorcist opening set as my alarm right now. So I guess this fits?

It was impossible not to get up hearing that awesome song.

But also I must note that I do have to change my alarm every so often or I will have to resist the urge to smash my phone.

 I let it play while I got dressed. I picked out a S/F/C (Second favorite color) t-shirt, a F/C hoodie, black jeans, and some sneakers. 

Okay, a purple hoodie, which I don’t own, and a yellow shirt?

Ew.

Kill me.

If anyone sees me in real life in public dressed like that, you have full permission to assassinate me.

I took my headphones and phone and put them in my F/C backpack.

I have an Attack on Titan backpack.

We’re off to a fantastic start.

 I grabbed a piece of toast and ran out the door locking it behind me. "I'm gonna be late!" I said copying every slice of life anime ever. I eventually just started walking and ate my toast. I finished my toast and put on my headphones. I listened to some music as I walked to school. My name is {Kat} I'm 16 

Uh. I am 16. That much is true.

(Go with it) and go to Gakko (If you get it i'll give you a cookie :3) high school. 

Hi, my name is Kat, I’m 16, and I go to School High School. 

I've lived alone in my own house since my parents died and my Aunt decided that I could live in alone if I wanted to. She payed for the house and anything I needed.

That’s one nice aunt.

 She also gave me a card in case I wanted snacks or to go shopping. My Aunt was loaded so she didn't really care how much I spent. 

What, does she just have unlimited money? 

How convenient for me.

I walked up the steps of my high school. I wouldn't say that i'm a nerd or a geek

Bet.

 but I don't have many friends. It's not that i'm anti-social. 

I am.

I’m already losing my mind.

I'm just really picky I guess. I took off my headphones and walked into my classroom. I sat in my seat next to the window. I laughed as I remembered how I picked this seat to be like an anime character.

In my school, there is a thing called seating charts. 

Do they just not exist here?

 I put my bag on the ground and stared out the window. "Good morning class! Today we'll be introducing some new students." Ms. Drew chirped. I didn't really care so I continued to stare out the window. "Please introduce yourselves!" asked. "I'M ALFRED F. JONES! AND I'M THE HERO!" the person introduced. 

I would probably start cringing my face off if some new student just shouted that. 

I instantly turned my heads towards the loud voice. He has the same name and called himself the hero. It has to be him. My eyes widened in shock as I saw the blonde haired blue eyed person I watched on my laptop. ({Kat} is not a stalker I promise) It was America. From Hetalia. It wasn't just him. I saw the allies standing in the front of the classroom.

"Holy shit." I whispered. "Thank you for that Alfred. Now how about the rest of you?" said looking at the allies. "I'm Wang Yao from China." Yao said. "I'm Francis Bonnefoy from France." Francis said with a wink that made the girls in the class squeal. "I'm Arthur Kirkland from England." said Arthur also making the girls squeal with his accent. "I'm-" the boy was cut off. "I'm Ivan Braginski. Become one?" Ivan said with a smile and a purple aura. 

Which I can see in the normal world apparently. Clara, hand me my sonic, I think something is off here.

The rest of the students got scared. "Okay everyone done? Go-" was cut off by me. "Ms. Drew that boy didn't finish!" I said knowing that Canada had been cut off. I seemed to be the only who noticed. "Oh! I'm sorry I didn't see him! Please introduce yourself." Ms. Drew said staring at Canada. "T-Thank you. I'm Matthew Williams from Canada." Matthew said quietly. No one but me seemed to notice he said anything. "Okay! Please take your seats next to {Kat}! {Kat} raise your hand." 

They all sit next to me now? 

I’m just going to imagine them all sitting in one desk.

Ms. Drew said. I raised my hand. They can't possibly be the characters from Hetalia. Right? I've read fanfictions about this happening but I never thought it would! 

They all sat down. Matthew sat in the seat next to me. Ivan sat on top of him. 

This is going to be full of this sort of thing, isn’t it?

Matthew tried to tell him he was there but Ivan couldn't hear him. "Ivan could you get off of Matthew?" I said nicely. "Who is that?" Ivan said confused. "Just pick another seat please." I said. Ivan got off of Matthew and sat in the seat in front of me. "T-Thank you for helping me." Matthew said quietly to me. "No problem!" 

Ah yes, here we see the classic ‘reader-chan can see Canada’ trope. 

I’m having flashbacks to Kidnapped by Sexy Men.

I said. Francis sat behind me and Arthur sat next to him. Alfred sat next to Matthew. The teacher began the lesson. I took out my things and wrote down the notes on the board. I felt a tap from behind me. I turned around to see Francis "Do you have a pencil I could borrow?" Francis asked. I nodded and handed him one. "It doesn't work." Francis said. "Yes it does." I said confused. "Really? Try writing your number then." Francis said with a wink. The girls heard this and gave a glare towards me.

That was actually pretty smooth. 

"No thanks." I said turning back around. I wrote down the rest of the notes as Ms. Drew wrote them. Finally, the bell rang. I packed up my stuff and headed to my next class. Suddenly someone grabbed my wrist. "Could you show me where my class is?" Ivan asked. "Sure! What class is it?" I asked smiling. Ivan seemed a little taken back. "Art." Ivan said with the slightest of blushes. "I have that next too! Just follow me!" 

Well, coincidentally, I am taking an art class this year. 

I said. Ivan let go of my wrist and followed me. I walked into class and put my bag down. I walked to my easel and stood in front of it. "We have some new students class." Mr. Percy stated. I looked to the front of my classroom. "Holy shit." I said for the second time. Standing in the front of the classroom were the axis. 

"Please introduce yourselves." Mr. Percy said. "I am Ludwig Beilschmidt from Germany." Ludwig said. "I am Honda Kiku from Japan." Japan said bowing. "Ciao!~ I'm Feliciano Vargas from Italy!" Feliciano said with his eyes closed. "I AM ZHE AWESOME GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT FROM PRUSSIA!" 

I’d honestly like to know why School High School has like forty foreign exchange students.

Gilbert yelled. Around me I heard people ask where Prussia was. 

Nowhere. It was dissolved in 1947.

Gilbert frowned slightly. "Prussia is the most awesome country in the world." I stated getting odd stares from my classmates.

It is part of Germany now.

 "SHE GET'S IT!"

Gets*

‘Gets’ isn’t a possessive verb.

 Gilbert said yelling and smiling again. "Shut up you idiota! I'm Lovino Vargas from Italy."

 Lovino said mad. "Please put your bags down and pick an easel." Mr. Percy said. They all put their bags in the pile and took an easel. 

Why do we have a pile of bags? That’s strange.

Feliciano was on my right and Kiku was on my left. Lovino was in front of me and Gilbert was behind me. Ludwig was next to Gilbert.

Nice. I get the two best artists.

Also, what happened to Russia? Did he just leave?

"Okay free draw and paint time. Do whatever you want." Mr. Percy said sitting at his desk. 

Wow, what a bad teacher.

I decided to draw F/A/C (Favorite Anime Character). 

Um. I think that would have to be Riza Hawkeye from Fullmetal Alchemist or possibly Lucy Heartfilia.

I’ve drawn Lucy before, but never Lieutenant Hawkeye. 

So I guess I’m drawing her?

I started to draw the character as Kiku peeked at my drawing. His eyes widened as I drew. I finished the character and carefully started to color it in. Kiku seemed very interested in it. I finished coloring and Kiku spoke up "Is that F/A/C!?" Kiku asked eyes sparkling. "Yea it's my favorite anime character." I said. "You rike anime?"

  W R I T T E N   A C C E N T S

Kiku asked. "Yea. I'm an otaku actually." I said smiling. "We have a rot to tark about then." 

sTOP

Kiku said going back to drawing. Since I was finished I walked around looking at people's drawings. I looked at Lovino's easel. He drew a box of tomatoes. "I like your drawing." I said sneaking up on him. He yelped and jumped a little. "God damn ragazza! 

Just call me ‘girl’ instead of my name.

You scared the shit out of me!" Lovino said angry. "So you like tomatoes?" I asked already knowing the answer. "No shit Sherlock." Lovino said. I disregarded what he said "You're a good artist." I said still looking at his drawing. Lovino blushed a little and I saw his curl turn into a heart for a split second. 

That isn’t physically possible.

"I-I know! I don't need an idiot ragazza like you to tell me!" Lovino said blushing still. I laughed and smiled at him. He did look like a tomato, just like Spain said. He's such a tsundere! I walked back to my easel. "Ciao ragazza!~ I'm sorry about Lovi being mean. He's really a nice guy!" 

Oh gee, I couldn’t tell.

Feliciano said. "It's okay. I didn't take any offense." I said smiling. Feliciano looked at me and his curl also turned into a heart for a second. 

Oh boy, this story is full of physical impossibilities.

"Your smile is very pretty bella.~" Feliciano stated. "Thanks Feliciano!" I said having the faintest of blushes. "You can just call me Feli bella.~" Feliciano said with a wink.

Hi, Feli bella.

The bell rang and I grabbed my bag. We all left the drawings on the easels. Next I had P.E. 

Ew.

I went into the locker room and got changed into my P.E. clothes. The P.E uniform was a basic grey shirt and pink shorts for the girls. The boys had grey shirts and blue shorts. 

That’s kind of sexist.

All of the clothes had our names written on them. I'm pretty fit if I do say so myself. My motto is "When you can run like Italy you can eat like America."

No comment.

I put my bag in my locker and walked into the gym. Some people were playing basketball and some were sitting on the bleachers and talking. I saw Ludwig standing awkwardly not sure of what to do. 

I relate.

I noticed that the rest of the axis weren't in this class. 'He must be lonely.' I thought. I walked over to Ludwig. "Hey! Your Ludwig right? I'm {Kat}! I'm in your art class!" I said smiling. "Uh...Hallo." Ludwig said holding something behind his back. "What are you holding?" I asked. "Nothing." Ludwig said quickly. "Oh okay." I said pretending not to care. I grabbed the thing out of his hands "Got it!" I said triumphantly. I saw what he had been holding. "Is this a book about how to make friends?" I asked looking at the book. Ludwig blushed profusely "N-Nein." Ludwig lied. "You don't need this." I said throwing the book in the trash. I walked back next to him 

"Now. Let's go play some basketball." I said still smiling. Ludwig blushed more. I grabbed his hand and pulled him over to where the net was. I grabbed a basketball and threw it at the basket. It hit the rim then bounced off and hit my face. "GAH-" I said as the ball hit my face making me fall backwards. "Frau! Are jou okay?" 

Why does everyone address me by my gender?

Ludwig said kneeling down next to me. "I'm fine! Just a bruise!" I said with a small smile. Ludwig sighed "Good. Don't do zhat again." Ludwig said. The bell rang, I said goodbye to Ludwig.

Well, gee, Ludwig, I can’t control gravity.

I went back into the locker room and got changed. I got my backpack from my locker and headed to lunch. I usually sat alone so I took out my headphones. I headed over to the table I always sat at. I put on the delicious tomato song since it seemed fitting. I had learned all of the lyrics of the hetalia character songs. That can happen when you listen to things for a long time. I took out my lunch from my backpack. It was F/L (Favorite Lunch).

Um. I don’t really have one of those.

 I was singing along to the song and eating my lunch when my headphones were taken off my head. 

How can I simultaneously eat and sing?

I looked up to see Lovino shoving something in my face looking away. "Uh...What are you doing?" I asked. He looked towards me with a pout. "I'm giving you a tomato!" Lovino said angrily. "Just take the damn thing before I change my mind!"

Um.

Thanks?

 Lovino said shoving closer to my face. I took the tomato and smiled "Grazie per la Lovino pomodoro!" (Thanks for the tomato Lovino!) 

I actually do know what that means without the translation.

I said. Lovino looked shocked. "You know Italian!?" Lovino asked surprised. "Yea! I took it for my first language class." 

No, I’m taking Spanish.

I said. Feliciano glomped his brother "There you are fratello! (Brother) I was looking for you!" Feliciano said still hugging his brother. "Get the hell off me veneziano!" Lovino said pushing Feli off. "Oh hey {Kat}! Why are you sitting at by yourself?" 

I don’t know, because I want to?

Feliciano asked. "I don't really have anyone to sit with." I said honestly. "You can sit with us!" Feliciano said excited. "Okay let me get my stuff." I said grabbing my bag and lunch. I followed them to their table. "Holy shit…" I said for the third time. Not only were the axis sitting there. Spain was also sitting at the table. "Hola chica!" Spain said. "Hello. I'm {Kat}!" I said holding my hand out. He shook it and said "I'm Antonio!" with a smile. Lovino glared at him.

Why does Romano care?

Is he already in love with me?

I sat down and put my lunch on the table. Feliciano and Lovino sat with me in the middle. I saw Feliciano was eating pasta and that Lovino was eating pizza. Gilbert and Ludwig were eating wurst, Kiku was eating from a bento box, and Spain was eating tomatoes. 

Just eating tomatoes for lunch doesn’t sound very filling.

"Bella do you want to try some of my pasta?" Feliciano asked. "No. She wants to try some of my pizza!" 

Um. 

Romano yelled at his brother. "It's okay guys i'm good." I said not being heard over them arguing. Kiku sensed the mood and refrained from speaking. 

Why didn’t he intervene????

Feliciano and Lovino fought with Feli's plate of pasta. Someone came by and bumped them making the pasta spill all over me. "Bella i'm so sorry!" Felciano apologized. "Shit!" Lovino said. "It's okay guys i'll just clean up in the bathroom." 

Wow guys.

Just wow.

I said standing up. I walked to the bathroom and cleaned up. I came back without my hoodie. "Okay that's better." I put my hoodie in my backpack. I realized that Feliciano won't have lunch now because it's on the floor. "Oh...Feli do you want some of my lunch?" I asked. Feliciano lit up "Sure! Gratzi {Kat}!~" Feliciano said. We shared a lunch until it was all gone. The bell rang and I said goodbye to the axis plus Spain. I headed to my next class.

This is really weird.

Just really really weird.

Okay. 

Yeah, this is definately something I’m going to continue to review. 

I’ll see you guys later!

~Kat

[wild-rose-of-arden]

An Unfortunate First Date

Summary:  Canada just wants his first date with Prussia to go well.  Too bad America and France can’t mind their own business.

A/N: Written for my awesome sister @sassypantsjaxon for her birthday.  Here, have some of your OTP.  Don’t say I  never gave you anything.

Canada had a crush. On Prussia, of all people.  One of the loudest, most egotistical (former) nations in the world, besides America.  Prussia, of course, had no clue and Canada wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to change that.

“You should ask him on a date,” France said when Canada told him (after two and a half glasses of wine; Canada did not give up his secrets easily).

“What if he doesn’t feel the same way?”  Canada instantly freaked out.

“You are asking him on a date, not for his hand in marriage,” France told him.  “It doesn’t mean anything.  I go on dates all the time, you know.”

Canada knew.  “What if he doesn’t want to go on a date with me?”

“Then don’t ask him to go on a date, ask him to go out for dinner, then bring him flowers, pay for the meal and kiss him when you say good night!”

Canada decided to pass on France’s advice, mostly because it was far too direct to ever work for him. Still unsure of what to do, he asked America, who also gave him some bad advice.  

“Just tell him you think he’s hot and bang him.  I hear that’s how Hong Kong and Iceland went on their first date.”  America’s dating advice was much more direct than France’s, but seventeen times worse.

“Hong Kong and Iceland aren’t dating.”  As frustrated as Canada was, he couldn’t resist the urge to gossip.

“No, they just go on dates sometimes and have sex once in a while.  That’s what Denmark told me, anyway.”

“Since when do you hang out with Denmark?”  Canada still couldn’t resist the call of gossip.  He blamed France’s influence.

“Me and him and Prussia are drinking buddies now.  I thought everyone knew that?”

“You can’t drink. You’re too young,” Canada scolded his brother.  Technically, America was older, but Canada took his duties as the more mature sibling seriously.

“At my place, but not at their places.  Or your place either, for that matter.”

“Wait, you’re friends with Prussia now, too?”

“Yeah, dude.  He helped me win the revolution.  You are really behind on your gossip, aren’t you?  You need to stop hanging out with England. He’s cramping your style.”  Even when gossiping and advising his favorite younger brother, America couldn’t resist the urge to insult England.

“Forget England!  Does Prussia say anything about me when you hang out with him?”

“Uhh…”  America thought for a moment.  “Oh, I know!  He once said that he wished you talked more at meetings because your voice sounded nicer than mine!  Haha, can you believe he would say something like that?  Who wouldn’t like my voice?”

Canada didn’t tell America to shut up like he wanted to.  “So, maybe he likes me back?”

“You could just ask him and find out,” America said.

So, backed up by the very bad advice of both France and America, Canada approached Prussia after the next meeting.  He was nervous, mostly because he had never approached a crush before, especially one as intimidating as Prussia.

“Hey, Canada!  I heard you wanted to go on a date with me!” Prussia shouted as soon as Canada approached him.

Canada, not sure if he should blame France or America for this leak of information, settled for cursing both.  “Uh, yes?” Good news, this confession hadn’t caused him to curl up and die of embarrassment.

“Awesome!  How about tomorrow?”  Prussia was very direct when he wanted to be.  Good old-fashioned German efficiency, right?

Canada nodded. “Okay.  Would you like to go to the sushi place down the street?  America says it’s really good.”

“Sure!”

“Um, okay.  I’ll meet you at seven?”  Canada was surprised that the entire organization of the date had gone so smoothly.

“Awesome!”  And with that, Prussia disappeared to join his brother, most likely pestering him about something stupid.  Canada watched him go, in shock that asking his crush on a date had gone so well, then turned to find America and France and berate them for divulging his secrets.

Canada was still in shock the next day when Prussia actually joined him the next evening.  America and France had both denied telling the loud former nation about Canada’s crush but had been very interested in the information about his upcoming date.  Canada had decided to forget about his meddling relatives and instead focus on his date with Prussia.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Prussia said, instead of offering a traditional greeting.

“I’m just surprised you showed up, that’s all,” Canada said softly.

“Of course I showed up! Standing up my date would be unawesome.” And with that declaration, Prussia led the way to the sushi place.

Canada followed quietly, realizing for the first time that he could see over the top of Prussia’s head. For some reason, he had thought the other nation was taller.  Maybe it was because he had a big attitude.

Within a few minutes, the two had reached the restaurant and were seated at their table.  Prussia scanned the menu quickly.

“I don’t know anything about sushi,” he confessed.  He looked very embarrassed at this confession, which amused his date.

“Me neither,” Canada admitted.  He thought he heard someone snort behind him, but he ignored the other patrons.

Prussia showed him some pictures of raw fish.  “This looks awesome, don’t you think?”

“Well, do you think it will taste good?”

“If it doesn’t, we can always get more until we find what we like!”

Canada was distracted from responding when he heard a very loud sigh nearby.  He continued trying to ignore his noisy fellow guests and focused on some weird thing that Prussia was telling him about birds.  How had he even got on the subject of birds?  Well, at least he could talk about more than himself.

“And that’s why Beethoven is better than Mozart,” Prussia said finally.  Canada wondered how discussing birds had led to Beethoven, but he was having too much fun to care.  Much to his surprise, Prussia actually let him talk, somehow managing to draw him into the conversation, rather than talking him out.  

“I always liked John Williams,” Canada admitted.

Prussia laughed. “America’s gotten to you, hasn’t he? Don’t worry, I’ll introduce you to some good music.”

“Justin Beiber?” Canada joked.

“Does he play the flute?” Prussia joked back.

Again, Canada heard a very loud snort, followed by someone else loudly shushing them.  This time, even Prussia heard them.  He looked over to where the very loud noises had come from.

“Hey, do you know if America and France are dating?”  Prussia asked suddenly.

“No, why?”

Prussia pointed. Canada, fearing the worst, turned the way his date indicated, only to see both France and America sitting at a nearby table, clearly watching them.  France quickly realized that they had been spotted, and took that as his invitation to approach their table.  America followed, probably wanting to stay informed on the latest goings-on.  Canada wanted to die of embarrassment.

“What are you doing here?” Prussia asked America and France. “Are you two dating now?”

America shook his head. “No, Francey Pants is dating-”

“That is not important,” France interrupted.  “What is important is your date.  Canada, how is Prussia treating you?”

“Um, were you watching my whole date?”  Canada asked, confused and annoyed by the recent turn of events.

“Of course, but we could not hear and see everything.  We couldn’t hear a word you said, mon cher.  The whole city can hear Prussia talk,” France explained.

“Okay, but why are you watching us?”  Prussia asked, sounding very annoyed.

“Uh, because we wanted to see how your date was going?”  America said as if it should be obvious.

“Why?”  Canada and Prussia asked together.

“For my gossip column, of course!”  France exclaimed.

“And I wanted to make sure my bro and drinking buddy were having a good time!”  America nearly shouted.  Canada wondered why the whole restaurant wasn’t staring at them at this point.  Then again, they were in New York.  This kind of thing probably happened all the time.

“We were,” Canada mumbled under his breath.

“What?”  America asked.

“We were having a good time,” Canada repeated, a little louder.  America needed to listen to people.

“Oh, don’t let us interrupt you!”  France said, dragging America away.  Prussia and Canada watched them return to their table.

“That was weird,” Canada said, hoping to move past the incident even if he was annoyed.

“Your family is weird,” Prussia said.

“Uhhh…”  Canada did not know how to respond to that.

“I should have expected it, honestly,” he continued.  “I’ve known them both for a long time, you know.”

Canada knew all about Prussia’s history with both America and France, mostly through stories that they had both told him.  “I’m sorry about that, really.”

“Don’t worry about it. As long as Germany and Austria don’t show up, everything will be fine.”  He paused.  “Actually, as long as Austria doesn’t show up, we’ll be fine.  Germany can show up any time he wants to.”

“Um, what?”  Canada was confused.  Had Prussia actually enjoyed himself tonight?

“I had a good time with you, Canada,” he said.

“Really?”  Canada could hardly believe his ears.

“Yes, really.  You should believe people when they give you compliments.”

“Oh.  Would you like to go on another date sometime?”  Canada could hardly believe that he was actually asking Prussia on a date, in the middle of their first date.

Prussia nodded. “Yeah!”  He paused and glanced over to where America and France were celebrating this latest detail.  “But next time let’s make sure no one follows us to the restaurant next time, okay?”

[cosmetmir]

You should do all of the country asks :D

America: What is your favourite place to eat?At this Korean barbecue place~ Asian food in general is really good

Australia: Do you have any quirks when speaking?As I’ve been told multiple times, I’ll suddenly say words as though I have a British accent.

Austria: What kind of person do you wish to be?A blunt person whose not afraid to speak her mind about anything to anyone.

Belarus: Is there anyone you love? Family, friends, romantic interest?All of my family and all of my friends~ No romantic one though

Belgium: What do you think of your siblings?Sometimes one brother is an ass to me and the other two are chill. I love them all though.

Botswana: Do you like to sing? Why or why not?Ehhhhhh. Mess around singing yes. I used to do choir but it’s not my thing lmao

Bulgaria: Who do you consider close to you?@laceyotakulover @x-i-a-t @nervous-bxy @skeletonymous

Cameroon: Describe your culture.ROMANIANI am Romanian and in my culture we have things we do for fun and allBut I’m too lazy to explain so good thing you have Google 👌👌👌 Canada: Favourite wintertime activity?Tying the sled to the four wheeler

China: What was the best moment of your life?I guess when I was born

Cuba: What sort of grudges do you hold if any?Not being honest nor speaking my mind.

Cyprus: What hands-on activities do you like (drawing, carving, building, etc.)?Drawing~

Denmark: Do you wish for something of your past?Food?

Egypt: Do you stand up for what you believe in? How?I do. If it gets too much and all, I’ll tell the person to stop and politely. I’m not one who yells or is violent..

England: Are you controlling?At times,,

Estonia: Do you think people often misunderstand you?O h y e sA l l t h e t i m e p a l : )

Finland: What do you prefer, kindness, sternness, or apathy?All together

France: How do you show love for those you care for?Sending messages saying good things about them (but I don’t do this much anymore so don’t be offended if I don’t do this to you cause I love you all) Just let them know I’m here and I’ll never leave them And being my true self as well~

Germania: What is the hardest thing you have ever had to do?Eat a fucking cocktail shrimpThat shit is disgusting Never ever having that type of sample from Costco >_> (Excuse thy profanity. But I have had harder things but I’d rather not say them so leave it at this.)

Germany: Do you have a hard time forgiving yourself?It depends on the situation. Been getting better though.

Ghana: What is your favorite sport?Swimming and horse riding

Greece: Do you let other help you when in need?RarelyI tend to keep to myself and want to be like independent So only very VERY few do I seek help in

Hungary: Who is the person you trust most?@laceyotakulover

Hutt River: What is the most memorable dream or nightmare you have had?When one of my brothers died and my other brother had a family but had no memory of meMild dream I know compared to others but it really hit hard on me

Hong Kong: Do you fear death?Surprisingly no.

Iceland: Do you hide your real personality? Why?In school yes. I only really act like myself around people I care and am comfortable with. And because I’ve been feeling like to some also (that I may be comfortable with as well) I don’t matter or something. But really now I don’t care if they don’t like me or not. And if they don’t we’ll then pfft that’s their loss

India: How important is family to you?Very.

Japan: Tell us a secret about yourself.I am secretly a girly girl

Kenya: What is your favourite wild animal?Foxes or wolves for landOctopus for water

Korea: What is one thing you accomplished by yourself?Making food

Kugelmugel: Is there anyone you have a love-hate relationship with?Yeee

Latvia: Do you believe you are brave?I try to.

Ladonia: What is the internet site you visit most often?Wattpad or a manga site :0

Liechtenstein: How do people underestimate you most often?They think I know n o t h i n g about sex and all and that I’m so innocent and such a good ol girl in that department Well buddy There’s this thing called the INTERNET sooooo

Lithuania: Do you desire power?On my worst days yes.

Macau: What is your favourite festival or celebration?Cherry blossomOr masqueradeOr like the ones they have in Spain they’re cool

Molossia: Do you consider yourself strong?Physically somewhat Mentally I’ve been improving a lot which is nice Monaco: Do you think you are a lucky person?Maybe idk

New Zealand: Would you rather be an elf, dwarf, Hobbit, or wizard?Elf !!!

North Italy: What is your least favourite part of your personality?Jealous and possessive

Norway: What was the most disappointing time in your life?When I didn’t get this GIGANTIC teddy bear Oh well I got a smaller teddy bear which was just as cute~

Netherlands: Most generous thing someone has done for you?Give me a gift like :’>>

Poland: Hardest thing you have gone through?Insecurity

Prussia: Would you prefer to live forever or die alone?Die alone.

Roman Empire: How would you like to be remembered?As Michelle M. the Romanian lowkey gyspy who is just the exact quote of Lafayette from the musical Hamilton “And whose ze best? C"est moi~”

Romania: What is something you are very ashamed of?Well of course my country has to have this question mother trucker But I guess when I catch myself judging people based on appearances because then I feel bad like I shouldn’t that’s rude

Russia: Have you ever suffered from low self esteem? Do you still?Oh yes. Very. I’ve gotten better though :D

Sealand: Who is your best friend?I have multiple best friends

Seborga: What is your favourite beverage?Bubble tea

Seychelles: How do you handle people being rude to you?I will politely ask them to stop. And if not then I’ll start getting annoyed and making a not so nice comment about them but I have to hold my tongue because yee

South Italy: What is your favourite part of your personality?Finding good in everyone

Spain: What would you tell to the person or people you hurt most if you had a second chance?I’m sorry. I know it hasn’t been directly said that I did that I know it was stupid and I shouldn’t have been caught up on him. I should’ve paid attention to you and not let myself get carried away. I’m sorry.

Sweden: Are you a leader, follower, or independent?Independent

Switzerland: Would you consider yourself evil, good, or neutral?Good

Thailand: How good is your poker face?Very

Tibet: What do you value most?Respect and politeness for all

Taiwan: What do you think of the people or person who raised you?I love them so much

Turkey: Would you ever want children?One day.

Uganda: How would you like others to see you?I guess as a respectful and nice person? Idk

Ukraine: What is one thing that has made you stronger in life?School

Vietnam: What is something you are proud of about yourself?How I can see good in bad situations dealing with myself

Wy: What kind of art do you like?Every art is beautiful~

Zimbabwe: Who is your favourite character from any folklore?Eros Honestly I want to be his best friend and have platonic cuddles with him p l e a s e

[dandybandi-blog]

other hetalia quiz

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

yeah

[juliussneezerfics]

His Past, His Present, His Future - Chapter 13: The Plan...?

Japan, Romano, Seborga, and Spain conduct a plan... kind of... it's mostly an excuse to get wasted.

Ao3

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Japan furrowed his brow as he noticed Seborga whispering to Spain, Spain’s snicker following whatever he had said. What were they planning? He stood as the two sloshed through the water to the shore.

Seborga reached forward and grabbed Japan’s arm. “Come on, Japan!”

Japan pulled his arm away. “Why? What’s happening?”

“We have some scheming to do, Mi amigo.” Spain answered, chuckling.

Japan reluctantly followed them, wondering what they were going to do. He had heard horror stories from Germany about the hijinks Spain got into with Prussia and France. Surely, Seborga was about as bad of an influence. The other two nations strode confidently to Romano, who had yet to look up from his paper.

“What do you want?”

Spain kneeled down and ruffled Romano’s hair. “Come on, mi pequeño tomate, be nice!” Spain left a little peck on Romano's forehead.

Romano blushed heavily and swatted Spain’s hand away. “Okay, okay, piss off!” He sat up. “What is it?”

Seborga plopped on the sand next to his brother. “We have a plan...”

“It’s a shock you could use your one braincell long enough... what is it?”

Spain sat next to Romano, propping an arm out behind the both of them. “Have you noticed the tension between Italy and Germany?”

Romano scoffed. “Even America has noticed the tension between Italy and Germany.”

“Spain and I,” here Seborga gestured to Spain. “Have decided that we need to get them together tonight.”

Japan furrowed his brow. “Oh, I don’t think we should...”

“Finally,” Romano inclined his head to Japan. “Someone with a brain. Leave them alone.”

“Oh come on, ‘Mano!” Spain pleaded. “It’s been almost 80 years! You can’t expect them to realize anytime soon.”

Japan cleared his throat. The others had no idea that the two had already figured it out. The others did not realize that Germany and Italy had almost shown each other themselves.

Seborga narrowed his eyes at the shy nation. “You’re hiding something, aren’t you?”

Japan’s usually composed face was covered in a light blush. “I- no, not at all!”

“Wow.” Romano lowered his sunglasses, raising an eyebrow. “You’re a worse liar than Seborga.”

Seborga lightly smacked Romano on the arm. “Shut up, Romano. Come on, Japan, spill it!”

“I...” Japan turned to Romano for help.

He shook his head. “You’re on your own on this one.”

“Come on, Japan! We can help your friends! You have to be getting as tired of this as we are.” Spain tried.

Japan sighed, thinking. It’s been almost painful, watching the two dance around each other for this long. For almost a full human lifetime. It was almost as sad as his own unreciprocated feelings... Suddenly, he was struck with inspiration to help his friends. If he could not be with who he wanted, then surely he should not keep his friends from the same happiness he wanted so badly. “Okay. Fine.”

Spain sat up. “Yes!”

“Sshh!” Seborga hushed, waving his hand at Spain. “Be quiet! He’s talking!”

Japan shifted under the attention he was getting. “... So yesterday-”  

“As recent as yesterday?” Romano asked, sounding interested.

“... yes. So they came back from Rome and they were acting strangely. So I asked Germany what had happened. They almost kissed and he didn’t know what to do.”

Romano’s eyes widened. “Holy fuck.”

“Almost? How do you almost kiss someone?” Seborga asked.

“His phone went off.”

“Oof.” Spain cringed.

Romano pulled the sunglasses off his nose. “Wait, so they almost kissed? They almost touched lips. There was almost contact. It was mutual and all that shit. And he was wondering what he was supposed to do?”

Japan nodded, surprised that he was relating to Romano at all. “It was lost on me too. The worst part is that Italy asked me the same question just minutes before Germany did.”

Seborga face palmed. “Mio Dio, our brother is useless, Romano.”

“Are you even surprised?” Romano asked.

Segorga smiled. “No.”

“Is that all that happened?” Spain questioned, unusually serious.

Japan nodded.

“Okay, here’s what we have to do.” Spain decided, closing his eyes in thought. “We have to get them drunk tonight.”

Romano scoffed. “That shouldn’t be hard, they both like their alcohol.”

“Then what?” Seborga asked. “You can’t just get two people drunk and expect them to get lip locking, I’ve tried many times!”

Japan raised an eyebrow.

Seborga shrugged. “England and France.”

“Now that’s a lost cause.” Romano said.

Spain. “Try hanging out with France. If I have to hear one more time about England’s ‘pert ass’...”

Seborga shook his head frantically. “Ew, gross, I don’t want to hear about that!”

“Yeah, me neither.” Spain replied dryly.

“Okay, focus.” Romano said, drawing them back in, much to Japan’s relief. “The hell are we supposed to do about Italy and the kraut?”

The four paused in thought, trying to think of what could possibly get them together. Japan opened his eyes as it dawned on him. He had seen loads of movies! He’d seen lots of media that proved that this idea was foolproof. “I have an idea.”

The others focused their attention on Japan.

“Would truth or dare work?” He asked.

Romano furrowed his brow. “Could be a long shot.”

Seborga snapped. “Long shot!” He leaned over and shook Romano’s shoulders excitedly. “That’s it!”

Romano slapped Seborga’s hands.

Seborga hissed with pain and withdrew his hands, but his smile returned. “Truth or dare or shot.”

“...So we drink every time we don’t want to do something?” Spain asked.

Seborga snapped his fingers into finger guns. “On the money!”

“That could work.” Japan decided. “Germany is very competitive, and Italy enjoys drinking games."

“The Italian brothers know how to party.” Romano said.

“Plus, it could be fun!” Spain decided.

“What could be fun?” Germany’s voice asked.

Japan peeked around the umbrella. Germany and Italy were standing there, their arms laden with boxes of pool toys.

“We’re going to play truth or dare or drink!” Spain revealed.

“We are?!” Italy jumped up and down. “I’m a champ at that game!”

Germany looked over at Italy, surprised. “You are? When did you play that?”

“Karaoke night.” Italy looked over at Germany smugly. "You'd know if you went."

Romano shuddered. “Ugh. Wish I could forget it.”

“Which one?” Japan asked.

“The Fergalicious Incident of 2018.”

Spain laughed as Germany let out a suffering sigh. “Oh, yeah! That was great, huh?”

“I think the worst part was the choreography.” Romano growled.

Germany blanched. “What?”

“You didn’t see it on Youtube?” Italy asked. “It was trending for weeks!”

Germany groaned, sitting down on his blanket. “I can’t believe I’m related to him.”

“Me neither!” Seborga added. “You need to loosen up! You know a great way to do that? Truth or dare or drink.”

Germany hummed. It appeared he was actually considering the idea. Japan didn't know if it was the relaxed atmosphere, Germany's love of a good vacation, or the temptation of alcohol that finally convinced him. "Okay."

Japan smiled to himself. Little did Germany know that he dug his own grave. He tried to ignore that tinge of guilt, dismissing it with the thought that this was all to help them... right?