#prussia sneak

[chickenlittlefan]

Drew scar wrong way but whatever . 2p Germany … I want to add to AU in some way hmm

[mrcheezzz]

day 17 of cringetober~Base! i used to LOVE making these so yk i had to pull out the draw ur squad base…

(og under cut)

[netherzon]

It’s not very reassuring. Gilbert’s lip curls up, eyebrows furrowed. He looks Ludwig up and down, and again he says, “What?”

“If I was the…boss of the ship, I could take you-know-who’s share of the treasure and order everyone to go home. I could sell the ship and we could leave.” As he lays it out Ludwig paces along the back wall of the room. The sun has sunken lower through the window. Ludwig moves to light a candle.

Gilbert scoffs, “That sounds like a great suggestion to get you elected by a group of pirates,” he pauses to sneeze again, and Ludwig waits patiently, deliberately ignoring the sass in his brother’s voice, “that will be a crowd pleaser for s—“

There’s a knock on their door.

[helianskies]

Bottled

The lesson barely begins before the teacher tells them to get into groups of three or four and to complete a set of tasks on the board. Lazy teaching, some would call it; others would regard it, however, as a perfect chance to continue the conversations left incomplete when lunchtime ended not even ten minutes ago.

In one of the back corners of the classroom, a quiet and tired Antonio sits with Francis. 

Antonio transferred to the school only a few weeks ago and is yet to really befriend anyone other than Francis (and two others who do not take History, unfortunately), so he is more than happy to keep his head down and stay put. Francis, on the other hand, who has proven to be quite the socialite, proceeds to wave across the room at someone while the other is busy trying to fish his water bottle out of his rucksack.

At first, Antonio wonders if it is perhaps Arthur that Francis has attempted to summon; Antonio does not know him well, but finds that the other’s seemingly permanent frown is often turned towards him. He is, therefore, not an ideal collaborator.

But, when Arthur does not appear, and in fact turns out to be settled in a different corner of the class, Antonio feels a small pang of relief. He sits up straight in his seat as Francis pulls out a plethora of colourful pens and highlighters from his pencil case, ready for use, and goes to open his bottle, when—

“Ow…”

A frown lands on his own face (unthinkable!) and he gives the screw cap of his bottle a good glare. He tries again to twist it off, but it refuses to budge. It does not move. It does not even hint at wanting to move. And Antonio’s throat suddenly feels a million times drier than before. 

He sets the bottle down on the desk, the metal creating a soft clang. “Damn thing,” he mutters, outraged, as he makes further attempts to satisfy his thirst, “did you glue yourself shut?”

“Are you okay?” Francis asks—a ridiculous question. “Do you want me to—?”

“No, it’s fine,” Antonio replies, “I think I just did it up too tight at lunch, that’s all.”

“Aha! Let me help you, schatz.”

There is no time to process who has popped out of thin air to assist before the bottle is whisked out of his hands. Antonio recoils from the speed and shock of it, only to be met by Gilbert. 

Gilbert. Gilbert, who Antonio has only spoken to a couple of times in passing (another associate of Francis’ who he often spies out of a classroom window sneaking a cigarette at the back of the school field, or hiding in his car in the car park in his free period) and who now stands over them, a semi-smug grin on his face, as he goes to unscrew Antonio’s bottle.

Only, his first attempt fails. It knocks his smile off-kilter.

He tries again, more aggressively, the effort painted on his reddening face. But it proves just as successful an attempt. 

“What the heck,” he utters under his breath, going in for another go. “Who glued this thing shut? That’s so not cool…”

Antonio feels bad, if not offended. “Don’t look at me,” he says, “I just wanted a drink, but nevermind.”

Gilbert hums. He gives up on the bottle and sets it back down on the table in front of Antonio. And then, without saying anything, he wanders off.

“He’ll be back in a second,” Francis assures Antonio, “I invited him to work with us, if that’s alright with you.”

“Sure,” the other replies, indifferent, but still perplexed by his bottle conundrum.

His bewilderment only worsens, however, when Gilbert returns to their table—this time with his book, a pen, a chair to sit on, and a fresh bottle of water. He puts his things down and takes a seat, and before doing anything else, offers the bottle to Antonio. 

“Here,” he says, “I haven’t opened it yet. Ah, wait—” Gilbert goes ahead and opens the bottle, perhaps for show, or perhaps to reassure himself that he can indeed open bottles and has not lost all of his strength, and then holds it back out to the other. “Now it’s open.”

It’s a kind gesture, but Antonio is hesitant to accept. “You don’t have to do that, it’s fine,” he tries to insist.

Gilbert, however, is quite persistent, too. 

“You might as well,” he presses, “‘cause your bottle’s not opening any time soon. If you need a drink, you need a drink.”

“But—”

“Seriously, just have some. I don’t mind.”

In the end, what choice does Antonio have but to yield? He thanks the other gingerly, embarrassed by his predicament and weirdly flattered(?) by the other's generosity, and takes the bottle. He takes a few wary sips. He takes his time. He glances at Gilbert out of the corner of his eye as the clock hands slowly tick on, and he muses to himself, I guess he's not as bad as people make out...

In the meantime, Gilbert turns his attention to Francis—a blessing in disguise for Antonio, who is glad he is no longer being perceived under the circumstances—and, with that, the three of them briefly discuss the work, before naturally reverting to casual conversation.

By the time the lesson finishes, Antonio has taken only half of the notes he wanted to; one bottle of water remains untouched while the other is empty and waiting to be refilled or recycled; Gilbert has offered to take the one bottle and unstick it with some tools at home but Antonio has been able to ‘no’ this time; and Francis has been left wondering… what is with these two?

Though they have not known each other for long, he has sensed something between Antonio and Gilbert that he truly had not anticipated. Whether it be friendship or something more, it has him intrigued—it has become something he will monitor, if only for entirely selfish purposes—but not as intrigued as the mystery of Antonio’s bottle.

As people file out of the class (including Antonio and Gilbert, tangled up in some random yet deep conversation) Francis finds himself in the company of Arthur. He asks, without missing a beat, “What did you do?”

“I got Ivan to tighten the lid when Antonio went to the toilet earlier on, obviously,” Arthur returns without any qualms.

Francis tries not to sigh, nor to smile. “Dare I even ask why?”

Arthur merely scoffs.

That means ‘don’t bother’.

And that means that Francis may need to have a gentle word with Antonio about avoiding Arthur for the rest of the week, lest he risk a greater consequence than simply having his drinking water compromised. Francis would not wish the evils of Arthur’s mind on anyone. Not after what happened at the Winter Ball; he is yet to psychologically and emotionally recover from the ordeal… as is his poor suit!

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[lady0ctavia]

Hetalia PDA Headcanons (Axis)

Headcanons about how the Hetalia characters would feel about PDA with their S/O.

Italy: PDA isn't a huge concern for Feliciano. As someone who lives in the moment, he's gonna express how he's feeling in the moment. And that absolutely includes giving you kisses and holding your hand in public. I can also see him being the kind of guy who always has an arm around you, happily and proudly showing you off to everyone he knows. And if music is playing in the town plaza, he will absolutely drag you outside to dance around. He'd also be more than happy to cuddle with you on a park bench without a care in the world or tackle hug you out of nowhere. When Feli's in love, he wants the entire world to know it.

Germany: Ludwig is fairly awkward about showing affection to you in general, and that's just in private. But in public? That's a whole different ballgame. The most he'd do is hold your hand while walking down the street. But when it's dark out, he'd be more inclined to offer you his arm, allowing you to tightly hold onto him. You know, for safety reasons. But be warned, his face is gonna blush so much it'll look like he's about to burst.

Japan: Very similar to Ludwig, in that the most Kiku would do in public is hold your hand as the two of you walk down the street, or even offer you his arm as the two of you stroll around town. However, if he thinks no one is watching, he'll try to sneak a quick peck on your cheek, leaving you a blushing mess and him smiling innocently as if to pretend he didn't do anything. Overall, Kiku is reserved with his affectionate in public.

Prussia: If you thought Gilbert was insufferable before, wait until you're out on the town with him after you're officially a couple. Alright, so he won't be absolutely crazy, but he'll almost always have an arm around you, pulling you close. He'll randomly press kisses to your forehead. He'll give you surprise hugs wherever you are, regardless of who's watching, likely picking you up and spinning you around. He might also walk with you into a room or out into the park and yell out, "Hey everyone! Meet my awesome partner, (y/n)! Aren't they perfect?!"

Romano: For someone who's more affectionate in private, he's certainly a huge grump in public. He'd reluctantly hold your hand when you walk around down. And when sitting he'll rest his head on your shoulder, which he insists isn't affection, he's just tired. But you know what he's doing. Lovino wants to exude this tough guy persona in public, which kinda falls apart every once in a while. If you give him a sudden kiss on the cheek in public, stand back and watch as his face goes bright, tomato-red. It's adorable!

[fanficfish]

explaining characters in hetalia badly: family member archtype edition

an incomplete list for funsies

just imagine they're all at a big family reunion lol

Germany: The closeted cousin who still hasn't figured it out.

Prussia: The cool older cousin who's jacked up on the remnants of the energy drinks he chugged during finals week trying to study for his med school exams. Probably specialized in kids medicine, but he's too jittery to confirm.

Italy V: The cousin who's a cousin because someone married someone a couple months ago and has no idea about all the ettiquette rules ye and what not to discuss in front of Great Aunt Sarah.

China: Great Aunt Sarah

Italy R: The cousin who's just hit his highschool years, and has decided MHA and Valorant is his whole personality.

England: The one manning the grill.

France: The one actually manning the grill.

America: The guy who's young enough to be your older brother but old enough that he's a dad. Don't worry, he's cool- he won't make you babysit, but he's gonna show up with those kids in biker jackets and they'll do a fun dance to entertain everyone halfway through dinner.

Russia: The uncle that apparently is a war vet. Definitely saw things he shouldn't have seen and you don't leave your kids with him. Tells the wildest stories over dinner though.

Canada: The cousin who you forget exists because he's actually normal. Actuality has probably spiked something.

Japan: The one hiding in a room playing video games. He might share if you ask nicely.

Lithuania: Someone's spouse. Not sure whose, but he made a nice caserole.

Sweden: That one distant relative who you almost forgot to invite.

Finland: The guy who showed up and you're not sure where he came from, but he's kinda fun so no one questions it.

Norway: The one who was forced to tag along with the rest of the family.

Iceland: The one who pretends he doesn't want to be there but he'd show up even if he wasn't invited because the food is kinda good.

Denmark: The one bringing the alcohol and manning the bar you didn't kow you had.

Latvia: The one trying to sneak underage drinks.

Estonia: The one pretending to be a normal person with his "honor student" and "full ride scholarship next year" but is secretly helping Latvia sneak a drink.

Spain: The uncle who's been married ten times.

Switzerland: The one who only showed up because he was begged to. Either ends up in the corner watching the game or in the middle of the table retelling some grand tale.

Liechtenstein: The one bringing all the delicious deserts and a fruit tray and forced Switzerland to socialize.

Austria: The one insisting on putting on the radio the moment the "go ahead" for the food is said. Might have even called up everyone to remind them to bring their instruments.

Hungary: The one who gets everyone dancing the moment Austria whips out the fiddle tunes.

Seychelles: The one who innocently suggested a board game after the dance-off winds down.

Hong Kong: The cousin who sticks around long enough to say hello to the aunts and uncles and grandparents and get some food before hiding in the room with Japan.

Belarus: The cousin who's a movie-cutter highschool "popular girl" and spends the whole time on her phone texting her boyfriend.

Ukraine: The aunt that break up the board game fights and bans it from future events.

Luxenberg: You don't know what he does for a living, but he brings cool stuff for everyone.

Netherlands: The globetrotting uncle who you're pretty sure knows everyone and everything.

Belgium: The cool aunt who's single and living life.

Phillipines and Thailand: The fresh-out-of-collegers cousin who keeps taking photos of everything.

Malaysia: The fresh-out-of-colleger cousin also taking photos but only aesthetic ones.

Taiwan: The aunt that starts making smoothies unprompted.

Monaco: The cousin who brings a book to read in the corenr.

Cameron: The uncle you don't want to get into an argument about sports with. Switzerland does not head this warning.

Greece: The uncle who drove all day and night to get here with a full car, and is now knocked out on the couch.

Turkey: The funny wine grandpa.

Cyprus: The college dropout who now works at a seven-eleven.

Egypt: The cousin who's studying history and is pretty average except you have photographic evidence that he sat next to a pond and talked to ducks for half an hour and was very serious about it.

[hetalian-veteran]

Hetalia Characters as Things my Family Members have said

The Netherlands: "Give me a sec, I gotta scrub the nicotine off the bathroom ceiling."

Germany: "Hey mom, can you please pick us up? Your son is serenading people against their will with his anti-Valentine's Day song at the nacho bar in the middle of church."

Romano: "Please bless that the potluck committee will be better prepared next time." (My brother said this while blessing the food at a church potluck, where the committee was, of course, in attendance).

America: "Get the fried chicken out of your underwear!!!!!"

Sealand: "Stop finding everything I sneak!"

Italy: "Hey everyone! They're giving out free lobster bibs in the men's room!"

Canada: "Sides?? SIDES?!? The tree is round, there are no sides!!!!!!!!"

Prussia: "Go make me a sandwich." (My brother said this to my sister and proceeded to have a laundry basket thrown at him).

Tag yourself. I'm The Netherlands, because that's something I literally found myself having to say today. (And was also the inspiration for making this post. Let me know if you wanna see more. I've got loads of stuff and my family is weird).

[karl-jensen]

Preußischer Heersanitätskorps - Prussia

Also an OC named Franziska Schäffer.

Back at it again with another Guts and Blackpowder OC. This time, its a Surgeon from the Kingdom of Prussia. Franziska Schäffer is a young woman who tried to sneak into the Army by disguising herself as a man only to be with her lover in the battlefield; Her small bust and short stature (plus her seemingly deep voice) made her look and sound like a young adult. To add to her disguise, she trimmed her hair to match up with the rest of the soldiers. She is a member of the Preußischer Heersanitätskorps, but wishes to be part of the 1. Garde Regiment zu Fuß where her lover is in. She also is an excellent cook who wishes to open up a restaurant once the Blight has ended.

Schäffer first appeared in the events of Kaub where she was miraculously reunited with her lover in a church (starting area). They are joined with a German Chaplain as well as Several Russian and French Soldiers.

Franziska could possibly be a historically accurate character since there were some women who snuck into the ranks of the Prussian Army by crossdressing as men. Eleonore Prochaska (seen in the character sheet) is a perfect example of one.

[idiot-in-a-nutshell]

My ship thoughts for America.

Ameliet. I feel like they would be kinda like an old married couple. Domestic and has a lot of trust in each other.

Rusame. Honestly never hated each other but their bosses were asshats. Have a quite strong bond even after all they've been through together.

Gerame. Trauma x trauma couple and also gym bros. Never really got a childhood so I feel like they would comfort each other especially after world meetings.

Ameita. Cinnamon roll x cinnamon roll. Both are very clumsy and can be loud but both have similar facades and love each other since they have similar interests and favorite foods.

Romerica. Another comfort ship. They take care of each other and defend each other. And if America forgets to eat romano lovingly threatens to shove food down his throat.

Pruame. Have good personalities with each other and goof off a lot. Their relationship can get rocky but they love each other a lot.

And then last but not least if I had too Prussia x Denmark x America. Of course America being the bottom bottom he gets showered with affection at all times. The relationship probably started with America and my head cannon is that it started during the great depression, during the cold war Prussia managed to not get caught sneaking out until like a year after and he was locked in a room, it was basically hell for them then they got back together after the wall fell. (I may write a book about this ship because I have too many head cannons to put in this post.)

[my-deer-history]

What is your favorite John Laurens letter?

It's got to be John's 26 October 1776 letter to Henry. Written two months before John embarks on his return voyage to South Carolina - and on the actual day he gets married to Martha Manning - fully two thirds of the letter are devoted to causes close to John's heart, and he sneaks the biggest news in as a purposefuly dismissive throwaway line. It's just so very him. It's also quite long, so I have numbered and colour coded it for easier reference.

1. Trouble with the post (as usual).

2. I'm going to interpret your comments on hating slavery very generously for you.

3. I already decided all on my own that I'm coming home, but thanks anyway for giving me permission!

4. Okay, dad, I have some really important stuff I need to tell you...

...about naval warfare strategy.

Now--

5. You thought I was done talking about abolishing slavery? Guess again! (Oh and for some reason my West Indian father-in-law gets all uncomfortable when I talk about this?)

6. Oh btw I got married and I'm having a kid, soz.

7. Anyway! 😅 I might go to Prussia for some military training.

8. Everyone's fine, everything's fine, glad you're fine! Oh but let me snitch on cousin Molsy real quick.

[merbear25]

Hey hi! Can you do romantic hcs with prussia, France and Belarus x reader who likes to draw them and does it all the time. Thanks! ^v^

Oh my goodness, what a cute idea for you to send in! I loved considering how they’d feel. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written for you.💜💜

CW: SFW, gn!reader, fluff, headcanons/scenarios

When you like drawing them (Prussia, France, Belarus)

Prussia

Of course, you would want to draw him! He had such dazzling features, so he’d be more than happy to strike a few poses for you.

He was far from shy and bashful so would be sure that you caught his good side (all of his sides were his good side).

It would go without saying that whatever you drew, whether or not it was of him, would be showered with compliments. He admired your artistic abilities. On the days you were overly critical of your art, he’d be there pointing out specific things he adored about each work of yours.

Even though he had a loud personality, the drawings you did of him when he wasn’t paying attention and simply doing mundane things got the strongest reaction out of him. This reaction was quiet in comparison to the others but was felt the most deeply.

He could understand why you’d want to draw him in a pose or doing something iconic, but seeing how much care you put into capturing his quieter moments made his heart skip a beat.

Such things were deemed as unimportant to him—not worth capturing, especially when the method was talent based. Why you thought the opposite was a mystery, and yet he was thankful for it.

France

You flattered him, honestly. He would ask if you had any specific ideas in mind so as to help pose if need be. Any props you needed him to hold to get the proportions just right would gladly be modeled with.

He did his best not to sneak peaks because he’d rather it be a surprise. Needless to say, he was nothing short of amazed with whatever the final version was—the artist was near and dear to him, meaning each work was cherished by him regardless what it was of.

There were plenty of moments he looked over at you, admiring the way you furrowed your brow in concentration. Some of the motions you made while thinking through the positions got him chuckling.

When you asked what was so funny, he waved it off by saying a random thought had crossed his mind.

There were no favorites of his. He enjoyed every style you drew in. Sure, he had a preference towards the softer and cuter depictions of himself and the other things you drew, but that never meant he saw the darker choices you made as less than extraordinary.

He enjoyed art and drew from time to time, so he’d offer to set time aside to do it together—forming a stronger bond was the overall goal.

Belarus

She wouldn’t enjoy it at first. Her insecurities would come through, ruining the precious bonding potential it held. The main reason for the cold shoulder it signaled was her not fully understanding why you wanted to.

You showed her some cute doodles you did of her, and that was what changed her mind. She came around, albeit slowly, but eventually learned to appreciate it for what it was—a sign of your adoration for her.

She’d want to sit next to you and watch the process unfold. However, she was horribly awkward about it. When you looked up at her coming over to you, she chickened out, blaming you for making her feel weird about it.

You didn’t think much of this behavior. It was just her way of attempting to reach out, so you ignored it and showed her the drawings once having finished.

The more open you were with showing your works, the more comfortable she got to the idea of you drawing her. Deep down, she enjoyed how you portrayed her—there was a beauty and delicacy in the strokes you made.

When she felt enough at ease, you had some stern-faced company looking over your shoulder as you drew. That was fine though. She was simply mesmerized by your technique and wished to observe it was all.

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

i really enjoyed your yandere allie’s being broken up with post! could you do one for a yandere 2p axis as well? thank you in advance :) sincerely, a yandere lover

(Y/N) stood in the doorway, a bursting duffle bag digging into her left shoulder while her hands tightly grasped the strap. Licking her lips, she murmured.

“I-I can’t do this anymore. We’re over.”

Japan: Kurai’s dull, garnet eyes slowly drifted from the paperwork on his dark, cherrywood desk to his Sakura blossom. He noticed the crystal tears that threatened to bubble over like an unspoken plea for mercy, terrified quivers that made her shake and tremble like a kitten left to die in the coldest December blizzard.

A shark-like smirk split his face as he cooed her pet name. “We have only three days until we are wed, do you really want to dishonor your family by calling it off?”

Trying to leave Kurai’s web is like trying to pull a live rat off a glue trap. He will manipulate you into staying by pulling at your sense of duty. It starts by mentioning all the people who will be disappointed should you two split. If you continue to insist that you are done. Then it will begin to get violent.

Kurai drags you with a bruising grip to a hidden white room, the door locking as he leaves you in isolation. For two weeks all you see is white, even the very food and dishes become that vile color.

At the lock’s click and hinge's squeak, you hoped in vain that Kurai had come to his senses. Finally letting you leave this hell. In reality, you saw red. A lot of red, of much so that he claimed it was to shine the honor that your ‘threat’ had tarnished.

Germany: Groaning, Luther popped his neck with a loud crack as he raised his scarred body from the worn, leather couch. His blond brow raised in a questioning manner. “What are jou talking about?”

He watched with cold, tired eyes as (Y/N) took a deep breath before forcing the horrible statement again from her throat like a lion cub’s first roar.

Chuckling, Luther shook his head as he held his out his calloused hand.

 “Come now, Kätchen. Let’s nap on it before we do anything.”

Shaking her head, (Y/N) backed up. She screamed a loud no, before sprinting down the hall. Her bag swung and bruised her hip as slammed against the wooden door and fumbled with the slippery knob.

The click of the locking mechanism quickly became a loud slam as the door was forced to close again. (Y/N) now frozen still from the man she was trying to escape.

“Vhat made jou think I was asking?”

Luther is quick to forgive. A simple bow to his demands will quell his anger in ways that could be used against him. IF, he wasn’t already suspicious of all behaviors leading up to your foolish declaration. The missing objects, full cardboard boxes hidden in the closet, and failed attempts at distancing yourself from him.

Your announcement is what causes the iron fist to finally drop.

Similar to the ‘fighting and married’ bit, he begins with house arrest while retrieving all the items you’ve sneaked out. Any found attempts of planning to escape will lead Lutz to become more controlling and to harsher punishments.

What makes it worse, is that even on the darkest nights, locked in the rusted, gilded cage and draped in heavy, silver chains, Luther will remain outside the door. Murmuring promises of a better life and love, if only you agree to stay and obey. Forever.

Prussia: It had been two weeks since Wilheim let (Y/N) go. Two weeks of hoping she would return, of hoping she would realize how deeply their souls were intertwined. Fourteen days he had been pained by a wounded heart, that felt like each weak beat may be its last without his Maus.

He could bear it no longer when he watched as she set off with another man. The bright laughter and innocent blushes told him all he needed to know. With the flutter of his cloak, Wilheim set out to reclaim what he had lost.

Wilheim’s long, blood-stained life has taught him a lot. One such lesson is the use of free will. He hopes by letting you go for a time that you will come back, but as the time goes on without even a text from you, Wilheim begins to crack.

His cracks start small by stalking and recording. But as he hears how happy you are to be away and the proud compliments from friends about escaping the abuse, they become large fissures within his psyche

The last straw is your attempt to move on. That was the night he drags you back once the date is done. Questioning you on why you would betray him, did the time you spent together mean nothing?

With eyes like a burning ocean, Wil will force you into a small cell. Its tight walls only allow you to stand or sit. As the days wear on, you’ll find yourself taking comfort in Wilheim by your own volition.

He is the only one to open the door. So, doesn’t he deserve your love?

Austria: Jon cocked his head in a similar fashion to his little bat. Observing her intently as (Y/N) shuffled. She, at first, might have thought it was cute until a demonic laugh erupted from his pale throat. Heavy heaves for breath causing his chest to sink in showing his ribs in the tight, red shirt before expanding outward like an organic balloon, that no one could properly fill.

“That’z a funny yoke meine Queen.” Jon wiped a tear from his red eyes. “But, vhile jou here, did jou pick a place for dinner?”

(Y/N) shook her head quickly and muttered a no. “I-I’m breaking up with you, don’t you understand that?”

A loud sigh came from Jon as he stood from the leather couch. His heeled boots clicked against the wooden floor as closed the distance on the cowering woman.

“Of course I do, but” he looked at his shiny, black polished nails. “if jou really vant to, zhen go for it. Juzt don’t be zurprized vhen zomeone dizappearz.”

Jon lives in an odd mix of delusion and reality. He will take the smallest acts of obedience and view it as you submitting to and loving him. Every moment of rebellion shows him how far he still has to go until you are ready to be his Queen of the Night.

Since, you’ve decided to walk out the front door, consider the threat now a prophecy. He will start with the disappearance of a close friend. At first, you may dismiss it, until a body is found and the red words ‘come home’ are painted on the alley wall.

During your mourning, you try to tell the police of the possible lead. That Jon may be the cause of it all. Yet, it all falls on deaf ears as they explain that man doesn’t exist.

You, wanting justice, decide to confront him and run to his home, expecting a fight. Instead, you find an open door that reveals a dark house. Stepping inside, you feel a cold chill and gasp as the door shuts behind you, locking you in. Before you continue your forced path forward, you notice the shadows move like dancing snakes.

A quick glance and scratching at the light switch reveal no working lights. You scream when you feel the first shadow latch onto your ankle. Attempting to pull you through the floor. Shaking and pulling doesn’t help as more attach, eventually pulling you into an inky blackness. Ensuring that Jon’s pale skin is the brightest thing you see in your world of eternal night.

Spain: Armando’s eyes slowly lifted from the stacks of paper in front of him. His quill rested limply against his rough fingers as he took (Y/N)’s form in wholly.

 He noted her straight lip tremble at its edges, the subtle scrapping of her nails over the nylon bag straps as his silence continued. She shuffled an inch back whenever he twitched or breathed too loud, before shakily regaining the lost ground. Though, she remained tense, ready to bolt at a moment’s notice.

His question shattered the silence like a hammer to a mirror.

“You want to leave me?”

“Y-yes, I do.” She nodded as her heels dug against the wooden floor.

“Well,” Armando stood before walking to a large glass and oak display case. His hand gripped the wooden handle as he opened it, reached in, and pulled out a large, silver axe. “I think that we should let a simple game decide our fate.”

This man isn’t going to let you go. End of story.

But! That doesn’t mean it will be a simple no with slices to disable your legs. No, Armando doesn’t work that way. He’ll have fun by forcing you to play a game, his favorite to be specific.  Axe throwing.

If you are one to see the dark side of his world from the beginning, then you’ll know that your chances are low, even if you have thrown axes before. He won’t play fair, offering damaged axes and using a target that is just a little too far out of reach.

Most likely, you were kept in the dark. Not fully knowing the amount of blood that stained his hands. Your axes are sharp, but the target itself is dry, hardwood. Your muscles were never meant to throw with the power to dent such a mass, and it didn’t. You could only watch in fear as Armando hit consistently a bull’s eye each time from a different angle.

Depending on how badly you lose will determine what comes next. If Armando absolutely destroyed you, then he’ll keep his punishment simple. A quick snip to one of your Achilles tendons and being locked in a room with minimal contact for a couple of weeks with only him to rely on will help subdue your fire without snuffing it.

If you presented a challenge to him, then it would be worse. A debilitating injury to hinder your chances of escape mixed with a strict schedule of labor on the farm and obedience training. This mix will drown any thoughts of rebellion, leaving behind a fearful shell of yourself that is easier to control.

Italy: The silence of (Y/N)’s statement reverberated off the walls as Luciano set his wine glass on the dining room table. His leather-gloved hands came together to intertwine as a chinrest while he leaned back into the wooden chair—a large grin on his face as he sized up his darling fiancée.

“What made you think that was your call? When you agreed to be mine,” He stood, slamming his hands down as he leaned forward on the table, the taunting smile turned to a vicious snarl in a mere blink. “It meant until the day the world stopped turning when Italia would be wiped off the map and forgotten about by the fragile minds of mortal men. NOT because you got cold feet! NOT W-“

“I NEVER AGREED TO THE BLOODSHED!” She sobbed; the dam of emotions finally bursting. “You are nothing more than a monster that feeds off the mutilated flesh of your victims. Always looking for an excuse to kill again!”

(Y/N)’s declaration shocked Luciano like he had been bitten by a hidden viper. His eyes were wide as his focus never left the woman he loved.

She backed up a few steps. Hesitance caused her frame to tremble, before she turned her back to him. “I’m leaving, goodbye.”

It was only a few steps before the sound of maniacal laughter accompanied the sound of whistling metal. 

(Y/N) gasped, before collapsing. As the laughter came closer, she saw three knives embedded within her flesh. All lay within her lower half, making the mere thought of running from the mad Mafioso impossible.

“Oh, Tesoro.” Her head snapped up to view the smiling Italian. “You’ll be staying with me forever.”

After your shouting match and injury, Luciano will decide it's time to retrain. After all, you’ve shown him that your loyalty was false. Nothing more than a piece of tin that needed to be forged into something stronger. Something steadfast.

He will take the time to rebuild you. Each step toward what he wants means healing, rebellion just creates additional injury. Eventually, you’ll either break into a creaked and numbed doll, or you’ll be the perfect wife, trustworthy enough to join Luciano in the flames.

Romano: (Y/N)’s stomach flipped as Fabrizio stepped closer, his questions ignored as she turned her back. She was ready to run, pushing her legs to their limit as she forced her stride to be at its max.

It wasn’t enough.

A small dart with a fuzzy tip, no thicker than the graphite of a #2 pencil and no longer than a standard ballpoint pen, had sailed into her thigh.

The mosquito-like sensation caused her to pause. Gingerly, (Y/N) tapped the object, before pulling it free. As she stared at it the world began to blur and sway. One dart became two, then four and more. Her attempts for balance failed as a numbing sensation crawled from the hit point.

Falling due to weakened legs, (Y/N) gasped as the marble floors caught her. She heard Fabrizio speaking, his voice muffled as blackness started to flood from her periphery. As the drug took its hold, the last thing she felt was the warmth of her devil’s hands.  

To Fabrizio, it was a sin to end the relationship. He has done so much for you; creating fabulous outfits, spoiling you with various luxuries, and most important of all gifting you something precious, his love. When you ended it, allowing him no time to rebuttal, he threw away his dramatic flair. A quick shot of a special sedative, and you’re down and out.

As you’re fainting, Fabrizio will give his monologue. He rants about how he won’t allow one of the purest things to grace him to just walk away. No, it was time you learned your place.

When you finally awake, the world feels off. Firstly, you’re upright with legs bound to steel bars. Secondly, it’s a new, strange room. Your stand is surrounded by glass-encased mannequins, all dressed in outfits from many different eras. Some outfits go back further than the Dark Ages.

A subtle tightening sensation on the chest would distract you. Taking away from the strangeness of the room. Looking down you would see a white, velvet corset with silver steel rivets. Your breath quickened as the constriction continued, while your arms felt paralyzed. Black spots would reappear in your vision as a hushed chuckle brushed against your ears.

“Mia Bambola, it’s-a time you learn to listen.”

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Okay, but Mary and Kate interrogating Friedrich whilst Edwina sighs longingly would be hilarious.

Lol, this is perfect! I have so many ideas for this prompt so I'm, quite literally, restricting myself from making this so long 😭. I hope the interrogation aspect was to your liking, as well as everything else. It does have a spicy moment but it's very brief.

In retrospect, Edwina should have been better prepared for this moment. She honestly should have. When she and Friedrich had first met, almost instantly finding some form of comfort within one another and arranging to see one another more and more, the latter hadn't exactly made it known that he was royalty let alone a prince or the nephew of the queen at that. Rather, he had concealed his identity ("simply call me Friedrich in public, and whatever your heart desires in private").

Edwina would never admit this, but she did squeal very childishly into her pillows that night after.

When the truth had been revealed albeit abruptly when Friedrich, now wearing the identity of the crown prince of Prussia, had immediately locked his gaze on to her and sought to spend most of the ball of the season hosted by Lady Danbury, who Edwina swore had, whilst watching the pair dance the night away, whispered something into Queen Charlotte's ears and had left them both wearing Cheshire cat smiles in response. Not that either would admit it.

And though Edwina had been discouraged by the reveal (she was so tired of things be kept from her, as that ended so well the last time), Friedrich, to her shock, practically fell to his knees before her when they were able to sneak away and expressed his sincerities over hurting her. "That was the last thing that I ever wanted to do," he swore, holding her hand to his chest. "Forgive me, liebling, but I wanted to stay in the moment where I was just a simple man who met a woman who claimed his heart from the start. Without the weighted of my royal status hanging over us."

The pair had been swept up in a form of passion that night, where Edwina had experienced things that had left her desiring the prince more and more (and him the same). But there was something else too. Something that she could distinctly remember dreaming over when she was a little girl, her parents and sister telling stories of how it would one day happen to her, something that she had feared wouldn't following her failed season. She was in love, and it was a beautiful thing.

But back to the situation at hand. Following their shared night together, Friedrich had promptly made his presence known at the Danbury residents with a series of flowers and gifts---for herself, her sister, her mother, and Lady Danbury. When he had confessed that he had wished to court Edwina, publicly that is but no needed to know that outside of them, Edwina couldn't help the butterflies in her stomach as they burst when his gaze fell on her.

To her surprise, however, her sister and mother shared little of the same sentiment. The bare had briefly shared a glance and it wasn't before long that Edwina knew that they would take more winning over to be impressed. Relaying some of her shared time with the prince prior hadn't helped as much either, as Mary had nearly sent Friedrich from the Danbury residents with threats of meeting at dawn had Edwina not interfered and provided a more informed explanation. And while Mary had been reassured, she very sternly (caring little for the fact that she was speaking to a prince) commented that any meetings between the pair would be chaperoned accordingly and no longer will secret meetings take place.

Edwina sighed in acceptance to the former as, with a swift shared look with Friedrich, it had been silently agreed that their secret meetings would still transpire. She could only hope that they would be successful as her mother's keen eyes would follow them everywhere, that Edwina was sure of.

Kate, while feeling some form of peace that her sister would be well taken care of, held no knowledge of who Friedrich was as a person outside of being a prince and set off to fill in as many blanks as she could. And while Friedrich had answered every one of her, many, questions with relatively diplomatic expertise, Kate still remained hardly convinced. When Friedrich had mentioned that he enjoyed horse riding and hunting, Kate gave him little time before announcing that they should set off tomorrow morning and put that notion to the test as what better way to get to know more about the man who wishes to court her sister.

When they returned, Friedrich discussed little of what he and her sister had talked about before leaving a kiss on her head and disappearing into the night, with a drawn out sigh Edwina had decided to seek Kate out.

"It's just that I don't him, Bon. It was rather of a shock to discover a man standing in Lady Danbury's home with the intent to court you. But then I find out that he is a prince as well, adding on to the fact that you too have known each other for longer-"

Edwina quickly cut in before her sister could overwhelm herself. "I know he hid his identity from me, and I will not lie and say that it did not hurt. But I understand now, Kate, as had I'd known than what the two of us have now would have been weighed down during its developing stages. This is a better alternative."

"I just wish to know more about him is all, prince or not I have to make sure that he can provide for you." Kate placed a hand on Edwina's cheek. "In more than just luxuries but for your heart as well. I know that things had been...tense for a period of time, and we have healed from it, but you will always be my sister and I cannot help but worry."

Edwina simply smiled. "And I love you for it, even more for giving me the chance to take care of this myself. While Friedrich is more than capable of caring for me with his status, I have long since come to find out that he'll care for my heart as well."

It was still evident that the prince still had work to be done in regard to winning over her family, but much to both of their surprise a series of acts would assist them in that process. First had been during a viewing at the opera where Friedrich had sat alongside Edwina with the rest of the Bridgertons, chatting ideally with her in-laws and whispering to her in French when he was sure that no one would catch. During a break in the show, Edwina had moved with Francesca and Eloise to the powder room in hopes of freshing up when she felt the sense of dread that had become all to familiar following her failed season.

Lord Charles and other men of high society muttered jeers and hardly concealed stabbing comments her way, watching her with amusement that could only be found in men who held nothing better to do than humiliate women. Edwina held her head high, doing her best to tune out their comments even as Eloise had sought to give them a peace of her mind. Edwina, however, wished to take no part.

That did not mean that Friedrich thought the same.

The matter was relatively a blur, if Edwina was being honest, as she watched from afar as Friedrich had appeared behind the group of men with a faux cheery deposition with his eyes sharp enough to cut. A bitting smile on his face did not change, but the once arrogant posture of Lord Charles and the men around him dropped and became one of embarrassment and, if Edwina looked close enough, possibly even fear?

When Friedrich left the pair and returned to Edwina's side, he gave off little input on what had just transpired. "We simply talked about how it wasn't appropriate for gentlemen talk about ladies in such a manner, and that they should refrain from doing so. Especially toward you."

Edwina knew that that wasn't the whole story but quickly halted her series of questions when she noticed her mother and sister looking over at the pair, this time with mirroring pride and approval in their eyes. It didn't take long for Edwina to find a mischievous Eloise by their side, who Edwina was sure had informed them of everything that had happened.

"Liebling?" Friedrich questioned when he did not receive a response.

Edwina sighed, reaching to loop their arms together as they moved back to their seats and prepared for the show to start again. "I think you just gained my sister's and mother's approval."

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wip wednesday

tagged by my enchanting @lavellenchanted 💖

Given I have just posted chapter seven of But All Will Be Well - which, I have to say is pretty good but I'm biased - here's a sneak from chapter eight that I'm still editing.

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“I was thinking that we should spend the New Year there and return to Berlin at the end of January,” Friedrich suggested, his eyes lighting up, “Oh, you shall adore it! The theatre shows, the festivities.” The festive season in Vienna was always so beautiful. He had no doubt that Edwina would enjoy it there, especially as she would not be with her mother and sister.

“I like that idea.” Edwina agreed, “We shall make the plans. I cannot wait to see snow.”

Friedrich chuckled, “You will complain of the cold.”

“I will not!” Edwina protested, “I shall enjoy it, in my new coats. They were delivered today.” She had two coats in England, both suited for autumn and travelling but Prussia was and would be far colder than she would know. Charlotte and Eliza had recommended woollen stockings, gowns with longer sleeves. She had two new capes - one purple, the other cream, lined with wool. She even had a new purple coat with brown fur on the lining, at the end of the sleeves and a matching hat.

She frowned, “I should remember to give Wilhelm the notes to balance out the accounts. You have some new coats as well.”

“I do?” Friedrich asked.

"Your valet gave me your measurements. You had a hole in your black coat as well. The one with the velvet lining?” Edwina had noticed it, walking past the laundering room on her way from the kitchen.

"Yes, that is one my favourite coats."

Edwina tried not to laugh, seeing the slight alarm on his face, "Do not fret. I mended the hole for you." She assured and he softened, looking at her strangely. She stared back, bemused, "Are you upset?"

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hetalia thought: the older they get, the more "fuck it we ball" the nations get

let me give examples.

-italy bros are at the least gonna hit 2000 soon. Both are bumbling idiots who are more here to have a good time then anything. I'm convinced they're stronger then they make themselves to be (they caught England with a hole. Yes he dropepd in there but how did they get him into the cell? Venezianobbeat up Turkey once, too, and i think that was when turkey was stronger....and if you think about it, veneziano pretending to be an idiot means he can get away with everything. Literally. Even if he sneaks into a meeting room, him yelling about pasta is enogh to make the others go "ah hes at it again"

-China lmand the maid dress cosplay. Enough said.

-the Nordics, who are all over a thousnad and most are prob older. Denmark doesn't give a shit anymore, Norway goes along with everything becauae why not it's entertainment, Sweden is a memelord. Finland is probably a bit younger so he's a little more grounded, and so is Iceland- they follow the rest but i think they haave a bit more sense of not letting time just go by completely. -America and Canada are young and you can see it- they try to fit in with the rest but over or underdo it and are surprised at things like weekends passing by in a blink of an eye. Germany too, the three of them are babies and just don't quite get the joke sometimes, not for lack of trying.

-England is also up there and i mean. England and his brothers made up English TCG pokemon whatever

-france has long since accepted the idea of being a free spirit. He exists and contemplates and does his thing, knowing time will pass and he might as well try to do the little he can.

-we all know russia was hit one too many times by General Winter. Ukraine surprisingly seems to have her head, but Belarus definitely let the age get to her....just a little. I have a bet she's spent so long chasing Russia she doesn't really know how to stop.

-Poland also doesn't give a shit he just wants his ponies. Man's embraced modern life and decided to just take things as it goes. Lithuania would be dead from stressing at him if he wasn't immortal.

-japan is also pretty old but he is an outlier as far as im concerned becauae this man is a boomer whose besties are a bunch of gen Zs and he might as well be one of them. i think he's done better at the aging thing at least.

-not gonna touch on spain and olive oil. -or Austria's entertainment source being infuriating to his hosts and then marrying everyone.

-or Prussia who's kinda just gone awesome

-or Switzerland who saw the world as said fuck all lf you (cue the red cross) yall need therapy (adopts a sister) why am i the sane one here (puts up security cameras)

-and then ofc there's Greece, who long ago philosophiciEd tok hard and now knows the only things that matter in life are sleep, cats, and occassionally hanging iut with your best frenemy.

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I’m going crazy trying to find one of the first fanfics I ever read. It was a Hetalia fic (lmao) but it got deleted. I actually got a link to a copy from someone on here a while ago, but I deleted the conversation and can’t remember the name of it now. I was wondering if anyone remembers the fic?

Here’s what I remember:

the world finds out about the nations, and everyone is worried thinking “What if their relationships with each other affect us? Like, if they argue, it could cause wars, etc.” So the world leaders agree to isolate them. I think they held a meeting where they subdued the nations or something. But They missed one person…PRUSSIA! He starts sneaking around and helping the others escape from their prisons, and that’s about all I can remember

If anyone knows what fic this is, please help me out! 🙏