#veneziano x reader

[apple---cider---vinegar]

Feliciano and Pasta

You've decided to get home early and surprise Feli.

You leave work early and buy a bouquet of Feli's favourite flowers, blissfully unaware of the soon to come rain.

Getting home in the rain was a hassle and by the time you reach your door, you're completely soaked.

Feli opens the door with a sunshine-y smile.

"Ciao, bella!"

You hold up the flowers and he immediately starts fussing with them and over you.

After you get changed, you join Feli in the kitchen. He was making pasta with your droopy flowers decorating the table. It makes you happy and when he kisses you in greeting, you smile into the kiss.

Things always seemed better when Feliciano was around with a bright smile.

[yawujin]

hii!! :33

axis (+romano n prussia) x someone that can’t pick up social cues + sarcasm?? 🫶🏻

here you go ;p

request | axis x a reader that isn't good with social cues

type | ship dynamic , short read , light hearted , cute , gender neutral pronouns

italy veneziano/feliciano vargas ♡

they expect him to carry most of the conversation, since he's usually asking questions to get to know aaaall about them

he'll insert a few things about himself here and there so they can get to know him too <3

italy doesn't usually do sarcasm. jokes on the other hand...

if you don't understand them, that's quite alright! he'll be a little sad but this sunshine can keep the convo going!

japan/kiku honda ♡

he's kinda the same way...

especially when speaking to his friends from the west, he doesn't understand the need for all that smalltalk

little by little, japan gets to know them. they can get a feel as to what he's like personality-wise by the things he shows them (ie: recommending shows, food, products, etc)

similar to italy, japan doesn't do sarcasm (he is more likely to do it, though) he speaks in a direct way, which he is beginning to suspect they like!

germany/ludwig beilschimdt ♡

in a way, he can see a bit of his own personality in their's.

he is drawn to them, hoping that he can find some understanding of his own self in them, too.

maybe if he interacts with them more, he'll be able to

and of course, he'd be happy to make a friend he can sympathize with in the meantime <3

italy romano/lovino vargas ♡

at first, when he notices they don't understand his sarcasm he's like

"wtf is wrong with you, eh? 😡😡😡"

it takes a little push from veneziano for him to act a little kinder towards them and their inability to pick up on his sarcasm

he uses his blunt personality to his advantage and tries again, this time acting more personable

he's relieved that this is not a case of someone pretending that they don't understand his jokes

(man laughs at his own jokes ALL THE TIME, ofc he would be offended if someone didn't at least fake laugh)

prussia/gilbert beilschimdt ♡

"hey, what is the problem? you don't think i am funny? or should i tell the joke again?"

prussia realizes not everyone understands his outlandish humor

he takes no offense to it

he's also the type to carry a conversation

prussia is quite the charmer (most of the time without realizing it), too, so it's no surprise that he slowly, but surely is able to get them to talk more

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

could you write the axis with a very affectionate, sweet, touchy-feely S/O, please? they always want to hold them and be held! I love your writing so much and I just wanted to see how you'd write this ❤❤❤❤

Hello, Lovely~ I hope that these are kind of what you were looking for!

Germany:

Ludvig, thanks to a certain Venetian who doesn't seem to understand boundaries, has more or less accepted his fate to be the giant "teddy bear" of the group, and has come to cherish the affection he receives. He's a bit softer about it though, almost tentative. He's not that awkward- if you want to weave your arm through his or cling to him while shopping or share a quick kiss in the park, he will gladly reciprocate! He's just a smidge timid about it all, and does his utmost to be gentle, take his time, appreciate the sparkle in your eyes as he does. Truth be told, you were taken by surprise when he was the one to first offer his hand to hold, sitting quietly in his car while driving you home from the second date. His gestures are small and soft, as grandiose ones always make him too flustered to function.

Japan:

Kiku would take the longest at adapting to touch. It's not that he's opposed, it's just that he's never really been around that many affectionate people, not for such a long period of time anyway. You realize very early on that you need to take things slowly with him, starting with small gestures- entwining your pinkies while walking through the city, resting your head on his shoulder while on the train- that still offer him plenty of space, but extend the invitation for him to pursue more once he's ready. Gradually, and bashfully, he grows bolder and bolder, though his social anxiety keeps him from ever fully relaxing when out in public. At home however? He absolutely loves being in the same space as you now, and while he hasn't quite worked up the nerve to be the one initiating contact, he never turns you away.

Prussia:

Gilbert is kind of a mixed bag when it comes to affection. When it comes to his loved ones, his closest friends, and especially his partner, he is very touchy in general; he loves giving hugs, unknowingly will pat people on the back or the head, is the kind of person who (does/has/is likely do until he physically can't anymore) picks someone up mid-hug to spin them, but he tries to keep these displays private when he can, same as any endearments he may have for you. It's more ingrained in him than he would like; somewhere in the past few centuries he felt he had to upkeep some stern, serious image for the sake of the State. In a way though, you're finding you prefer it that way. The small glimpses of affection he'll slip your way when out in public- a petname here, his hand resting gently against your back as he walks with you on the crowded sidewalk, the very rare, occasional soft kiss to your hand- only become more precious, knowing he was so overcome with love in the moment that he forgot all about that alleged reputation to upkeep.

Romano:

Lovino was fairly suspicious the first time you first snuggled into him, wedging yourself into his space as if you had always belonged there. When he finally realized that you had no malicious intent, no greater scheme in mind, it wasn't much longer until after that when he started to let himself relax fully around you. While he may act like he doesn't like receiving affection, he's actually just as cuddly as his brothers, and delights in having you there with him, wanting to share the same space, grounding himself in your physical touch. When out-and-about, he'll constantly seek out your hand, have you sit in the chair next to him so he can rest his arm around your shoulders, will often unexpectedly start pushing you towards something ridiculous he spotted in the market, even interrupting your conversations with the salesperson at a shop with a quick, playful: "Sorry, but I need ‘em now~" You would complain, but seeing him this relaxed positively melts any rebuttals you would have. That, and he would call you out on your hypocrisy in a second flat.

Veneziano:

Feliciano is in Heaven. He was very timid when he had first started courting you; he never likes to push anyone into a situation they may be uncomfortable with. But within a few weeks, you had clearly established exactly how comfortable you were with him, and just how affectionate you wanted him to be. It's a very rare day when the two of you aren't connected to one another in some way- usually it's more kind of hanging off one another- but one of his absolute favourite displays is probably when you wrap your arms around him from behind, engulfing him in your warmth. He often takes the initiative to pick you up in a piggyback, thrilled at how much you actually enjoy it (And it’s also nice to be able to show off how strong he actually is once-in-a-while~). It's also a bit of a dream-come-true for him to have found you; Felice is a very affectionate and sensitive person, so having a partner who shares that with him is a blessing in and of itself.

Thanks for the ask, Lovely~! I hope you enjoyed!

[guns-in-the-desert]

AXIS AS THE CONTACTS I’D HAVE THEM IN MY PHONE AS

Germany-🏋🏼‍♀️Hotter With Glasses🏋🏼‍♀️

Japan- 🌸 Short King🌸

Italy- ✨Confused✨

Romano-🍅B A S T A R D🍅

Prussia- 🐥THE WURST🐥

Just another filler post

Up next: Allies as contacts

[hetalianwhore]

I love your blog girl! ♥️✨ I found your headcanons adorable! Could I request how the Axis act when they have a crush??

Thank you! :)

How the axis act when they have a crush

Italy

He’s definitely still a flirt.

But more of a bumbling idiot who tries to flirt.

He’ll just tell you how pretty you are and ramble on about why he likes you.

Literally spend all his free time talking about you.

Ludwig is gonna be fed up of hearing about how pretty you are.

Japan

He’s still pretty calm around you.

However, he does get embarrassed if you compliment him.

He always makes sure that his compliments are respectful and don’t make you uncomfortable.

If he ever asks you out he’ll be a nervous, blushing wreck the entire time.

He probably won’t tell anyone about his crush until you’re dating.

Germany

He’s so awkward around you.

He tries to be romantic but he just gets flustered and rambles about something business related.

He doesn’t have to tell anyone about his crush, they all figure it out.

Eventually, Gilbert asks you out for him.

For you and Gilbert, it’s hilarious. For Ludwig, not so much.

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•Scotland has an unhealthy love for the band CHVURCHES

•Denmark can easily chug down a 159 liter barrel of pickled herring and move on with his day

•Wales has had to explain to America that he is not actually a whale

•Finland can scream-sing (I’ve always appreciated people who can do this)

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Father!Allies X Parent! Reader

PS: I will be giving the kids their names, which will be ones that are common in that country or I thought they sounded nice.

PPS: I know this request was for headcanons but it was easier for me to write short paragraphs.

America:

Child’s name: Milo 

“Ow!” Your husband shrieked, causing you to whip your head around. 

You expected someone to be seriously injured, but no, the sight in front of you was simple. Milo, your son, had hit his father on the knee with a toy mallet a bit too hard. 

“You have healthy reflexes!” The little boy giggled, his baby blue eyes gleaming, “Time for you memicine!” 

Milo carefully dumped a small amount  of green mystery liquid into a spoon. After finishing his work, the child shoved the utensil into his father’s mouth. 

“O-Oh wow Milo.” Alfred gagged, “What is that stuff?”

“Sour slime candy!” He beamed, “And now the hero’s all better! But since this is America your medical bill is $34,000.”

Your husband’s confidence suddenly took him over again, jumping up and setting Milo onto his shoulders.

“The hero will save the day!” Alfred clamored, running around the living room with your laughing little son.

Canada

Child’s name: Addison 

You were sitting on the couch, intently watching your husband and daughter bonding with one another.

“So patient, what hurts today?” Addison voiced with a fake serious tone.

“My knee, can you fix it Doctor Addy?” Mathew asked his daughter, glancing at his knee.

Your little girl grinned, “I can fix anything!” 

“Now,” She continued, “What you will need is an aspirin.”

Quickly, the little girl broke character and ran up to whisper into your ear, “Don’t worry (mommy/daddy/parent idfk what you want your kid to call you) it’s not really aspirin.”

“Okay honey, I know” You chuckled, patting Addison on the head. She smiled again, and ran back over to her father. 

Pulling a peppermint out of her pocket, she began to unravel the plastic covering the pinwheel patterned candy.  She placed the candy into Mathew’s hand and watched him chew and swallow it. 

“Oh wow I feel much better, thank you doctor!” Your husband applauded, shaking Addison’s itty bitty hand.

“You’re welcome!”

China

Children’s names (they’re twins): Jing and Feng

“Aiyah! Don’t torture your old man!” Yao shrieked, followed by the sound of your two children giggling. Worried about your husband’s well being, you speed walked into the kid’s bedroom. 

On the floor, you saw Jing, your daughter and Feng, your son pinning their dad to the ground.

“Are you kids being nice to your father?” You inquired softly, being replied with giggly nods from the small children.

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[basement-writings]

~Platonic Yandere!Axis x Country!Reader~

✨How could I decline when you asked so nicely✨

~~~

~Germany~

-When you go to Ludwig asking for help becoming stronger, he tries his best to help you (even though he's a bit awkward in doing so at times.)

-He started inviting you to work out with Japan and Italy, though he gives you slightly harder workouts then them.

-He always says that it's necessary to help you become stronger (though you swear that the extra minute he added when y'all were doing planks wasn't needed).

-He fears that if he isn't harsh with Your workouts that you won't be able to defend yourself against other nations or if someone was to attack you, and you could feel and that scares him to no end.

-Though he makes up for the workouts by helping you with your everyday life.

-Whether it be moving some of your furniture around in your office, taking care of your pets for you while your away on business meetings (totally doesn't give your pets two treats when you said to give one), organizing papers or just helping you get out of your office when youve spent the last week in it, sending a text to see if you were ok when you miss a meeting, and genuinely cares about your well being (asking you if you've eaten enough or had a good nights rest).

-He honestly just wants the best for you.

~~~

~North Italy~

-work? What's that? By Venezianos standards you've been work too much!

-Veneziano is the guy to physically DrAg you out of your office to accompany him in, just whatever has gotten his attention!

-And how can you say no when he gives you the absolute Cutest puppy dog eyes you've ever seen.

-One day y'all would be painting each other in the park, or going to a wine tasting festival, or just driving ("speed limits, who she?) in his car with the hood down and probably speeding just because their was a sale that ended in 10 minutes and y'all just HaD to go to!

-It's like all your worries go away when your with him, why would you ever leave his side!

-Hes always been the flirty type and that just goes to the max when he's with you. Always complementing you on your outfit, noticing the little details about yourself, like the new pair of shoes you wore that day, if you painted your nails, and even if you changed/started wearing perfumes.

-Why would you ever hang out with anyone else! He's so fun to hang out with that you can’t imagine being away from him!

~~~

~Japan~

-You'd never have guessed you've would have become such good friends with the quiet country of Japan.

-You two first met when you accidentally walked into him with a bunch of papers causing them to fly everywhere. Your embarrassment only increased ten folds when he started to help you even though you told him it was fine.

-After that you started to notice him more and more in world meetings, guess you didn't really pay attention to the people around you or you just needed new eyes.

-You didn't really know how to start a conversation with him since he seemed so closed off from everyone.

-But when you were sitting outside an ice cream pallor in one of your major cities, you happen to notice Kiku taking a picture of your national flowers that were displayed! You almost scared him so much when you came up behind him that he almost dropped his camera on the ground!

-You decided to give him a proper tour of the city since who could do it better then the country themselves!

-You ended up breaking the ice between the two of you and Kiku started to warm up durring the tour.

-Talking about hobby's and about why he chose to visit your country, it was just a fun evening for the two of you with him promising to give you a tour of one of his cities in the future!

-The two of you became closer then ever with him putting cute Polaroid pictures on your seat at meetings.

-After time passed you started to see your friends less and less with your time being taken up with Kiku wanting to take you to see some more landmarks at his home.

-When was the last time you hanged out with one of your friends again?

~~~

~Romano~

-You couldn't tell if he hated you or liked you? It was hard for you to even tell at this point.

-Whenever you tried to talk to him he alway brushed you off or ignored you completely.

-You didn't remember saying anything mean to him when you tried talking to him, and it didn't matter if you tried to be extra nice when you talked to him either. He always got mad at you for some little reason that didn't make any sense to you.

-And then he would just turn around and get angry and call you an idiot for caring large boxes around, and so he had to take his precious time to carry them for you. But then he flipped out when it was Frances boxes that you were helping him out with, now he was yelling and calling you both idiots.

-It was confusing to say the least.

-His bipolar attitude was starting to tire you out to the point were you couldn't even deal with him anymore.

-Then it seemed like he was genuenly hurt when you actively started ignoring him in meetings, like he hasn't done that to you.

-You just can't understand him and you're Sure he doesn't understand you either.

~~~

~Prussia~

-Now meet the master of running off and probably doing something illegal.

-Your first met the trouble maker when you asked him were his brother was, he asked you why and you said you wanted to start working out with the axis. He then loudly exclaimed that he would be a better trainer for you then his brother could be!

-So you started to work out with him instead and god if you though Germanys workouts were harsh. you have N O idea.

-When your done with your daily hour training with him you practically can't feel any of your muscles! He'll force you to train with him on weekends too, and he means it when he says your showing up to train.

-If your not hospitalized, ill or aliens have landed on earth, then theres training to be done!

-Don't even get me started on when he caught you eating a piece of cake and screamed "That's thirty more push-ups at tomorrow's practice C/N!!"

-Sundays and Thrusdays are the only says that you get off and you mostly spend your training time sleeping or doing paper work.

-You can't even recall the horror you showed when he said that you should train with him for two hours a day and if you needed to do work you could workout AND do work at the same time (Just imagining having to go a 3 minute plank while having to sign off official papers left you with nightmares, and that's excluding Prussia screaming in your ear)!

-But you do have to give him credit that the hell he puts you through shows in how your muscles have become more difined, much to your surprise.

-He does make up for the Harsh treatment he does to you by showing you with praise and taking you out to eat afterwards.

-Though it seems like the more time you spend or talk with your friends, he always just adds a little more in your workouts (much to your horror) .

-You still don't know why he doesn't like your friends that much and wants you to spend more time with him at practice.

~~~✨

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

Hello! I hope you are having a good day/night. May I ask for axis and allies plus spain, romano and prussia speaking to their s/o in their native language? Thank you very much! -Humble Anon💕

A very good morning/afternoon/evening to you as well, lovely!

When I began brainstorming these, I kept approaching this ask with the thought in mind that the S/O's first language is not the same as that of the Nation's, and aren't quite completely fluent as of yet. It made it a little bit easier for me to write, and offered me just a little more leeway to daydream. ^_^;

America:

Alfred really only does so when he's super tired, stumbling into the kitchen with bedhead to grab his first five cups of coffee, half-flopping on you as he greets you with a kiss to the cheek- ruined by his yawn- accent stronger than normal as he rumbles out a good morning, asks how you slept. He rambles lightly about his weird-ass dreams, making you smile just from his annunciations. At some point, he remembers to start translating, swapping over to the dialect you're most familiar with mid-sentence.

Canada:

Oddly enough, Matthew plays Language Tag more frequently than Al, but more often than not, it's usually an unrefined Franglish that has always irritated Francis and Arthur. (He enjoys this fact, just a little.) Around you, however, it really only flares up in moments where he's just so overwhelmed and in awe, taken aback by how much he's in love with you. Most of his petnames for you are in English, but those moments where you're both spending a lazy evening in bed, he'll happily shower you with all kinds of cheesey compliments in French, teasingly poking your nose every time you try to get him to translate.

China:

Yao has a habit of slipping back to Chinese on a whim, honestly oblivious to the fact most of the time. You've noticed it gets significantly worse whenever he's stressed, and you've learnt some very colourful nicknames for the Others over the years because of it. Despite his seemingly incessant need to pace while venting, you always manage to coax him into your arms, steadily working your fingers across his back, easy out the knots that had been plaguing him. Meetings always brought him stress, but after a good rant and a few moments of your grounding touch, he's sighing away all remaining agitation, slowly bringing himself back to you and apologising for the slip.

England:

One of Arthur's greater strengths comes in linguistics. While he would much rather prefer a courtship with an English speaker, he's not going to deny himself happiness just because of a silly little language barrier. He generally tries to keep everything on common ground, but his nicknames for you, and some of his more scandalising compliments, are murmurred in English. He always keeps it quiet, an intimacy reserved only for you. There's many a "dearest" and "darling" when first waking up in the morning, a languid greeting for the coming day. (Also, he swears mostly in English, so be careful if you decide to borrow any of his vocabulary.)

France:

Francis never hesitates to prattle in French; it's second nature to him. Sometimes, he'll hop between both yours and his preferred dialects several times in a single sentence. You know it's just part of who he is, and while it can be annoying some days, it is helping you improve your own fluency. There are also moments when he makes you weak, his expression uncharacteristically sincere, hands carefully clasping your own. He hums out a soft phrase, one you still haven't fully translated, leaning closer to caress your jaw, thumb brushing against your cheek, any number of praises passing his lips.

Germany:

Ludvig, since Day One, has tried his best to make sure you're comfortable around him, and part of that is him keeping firmly to the language you are most familiar with. When coming across words he may not be entirely familiar with, or saying a more complicated phrase, his accent may sometimes come out a bit thicker than would be normal. The only time he really slips into German is when he's on the phone with folks from his government. You don't mean to eavesdrop on the latter, but you do enjoy how much deeper his voice tends to get when he's being "professional." Secretly though, you have to admit his voice when he sleeptalks is your favourite of them all. 

Japan:

Kiku constantly, and often unnecessarily, goes out of his way to make sure that you're comfortable, and despite your arguing against it, one of his ways of trying to do so is to only stick the language you both share. Frankly, you love hearing him speak Japanese, even though you really only hear it when he's at the store, and sometimes to the servers during date night. You love how gentle his voice is, his accent adding almost a sweetness to his words. Lately, you've been debating how to tell him that you'd like to hear it more, but for now you savour the little pieces you've collected over the past few months.

Prussia:

You learnt some time ago that Gilbert quietly speaking in German actually helped you fall asleep significantly easier. For that reason, he primarily only does so while either headed to bed, or whenever you're spending an afternoon together in the library. He'll sometimes read to you, but mostly he tends to ramble. You only understand a handful of the things he's saying and assume that he's regaling you with tales of days long past. In reality, he's running through his checklist for car parts he wants to fix, complaining about something stupid Roderich did back in 1648, and most often- when you're on the cusp of sleep, breathing deep and relaxed, his hand resting on your back- he's listing off every single thing he's come to love about you, not as afraid of his vulnerability when you're hardly conscious enough to hear it.

Romano:

Lovino spent too long relearning Italian to ever abandon it, even for your sake. He casually weaves it into regular conversation, the endearments, greetings, exclamations, and nicknames fluidly blending into the ordinary. He figured out quite a while ago that you actually enjoyed his "slip ups," so he's especially generous on date nights, about half of the words he's saying falling around you in his unique dialect. He once told you that you should be grateful, that he was blessing you with "the most beautiful language in the world." And begrudgingly, lost in his smile and the way the candlelight makes his eyes spark, you have to agree.

Russia:

Over time, one of your favourite pastimes with Ivan has becoming hunkering down on a settee by the fireplace, where he'll work on his knitting. The best part of these moments, especially on particularly frigid mornings where you've no obligations, is that Ivan will start to sing to himself, always pieces in Russian. Sometimes they're lullabies he's picked up from the royal families over the years, sometimes they're peasant rhymes he's known since childhood, and on some rare occasions, he'll sing something from an opera he fell in love with back in 1872. He'll often pepper in a few casual words here and there, always with a lightness to it, but you're absolutely addicted to how full his voice sounds when he sings.

Spain:

Antonio is actually the worst of the bunch. He can and will ramble in Spanish, a lot, so much so that some of it has permanently rooted itself into your own vocabulary, some of your replies slipping out without pause these days. He tends to catch onto his slip-ups quickly at least, quickly sliding back into your shared venacular with a quick apology. Still, you'll often hear him singing in Spanish, greeting the plants in Spanish, talking to the cats in Spanish. He's particullarly bad at losing himself whenever he's invested in a football match, or if you happen to catch him irritated about politics. Tonio has taught you quite a few colourful curses over the years, smattered with some day-to-day phrases you've both come to recite by default.

Veneziano:

Feliciano is surprisingly good at sticking to the language you feel most comfortable with, though he's notorious at mucking up the number of syllables in certain words. You have a strong suspicion he does this intentionally, this elongation solely designed to annoy you, especially as he always seems slightly bemused each time he does it. Regardless of how annoying he can be in your language, you do love eavesdropping on his conversations with his brothers, chattering away in Italian, his words and hands moving far too quickly for you to even hope to follow along. There's something so soothing in listening to him speak, even if he is producing 500 words per minute.

Thanks for the ask, Anon! I hope you enjoyed~

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

🌹!

Thank you for the rose, Lovely! I hope you like your sentence~

Even as he felt that oh-too-familiar ache in his chest when you danced ahead of him, your laughter echoing across the empty piazza, he couldn't help but think of the future, knowing this whole charade was going to end with a downfall; he was starting to fear it would be his own.

A very dear friend requested a Veneziano readerfic with a very specific premise, and I cannot wait to dive more into this AU. If it comes out as planned, it will be deliciously dark and seductively sweet.

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

wait my i request north italy bf headcannons? (If not requested before) thank you!!💞

Hello, lovely~ I’ve not actually had any boyfriend headcanons requested for Feliciano before, so here are a few I’ve put together:

Veneziano:

He doesn’t really consider what you have as “dating;” Feli intends to court you. Dates are casual, happen only once or twice with no serious commitments in mind. But if you genuinely want to make this relationship a long term thing? He’s treating it as a courtship, simple as that.

He loves to surprise you with homemade treats, slipping dolcini into your fridge when you’re not looking, bringing extra biscotti along for long car rides. Most of the time he plays innocent… Most of the time.

He took his time leading up to the first kiss, waiting for the ideal moment, asking with little more than a whisper.

He can be a bit disorganized when it comes to his living quarters, and it’s not completely uncommon for one of you (usually him) to trip over his wayward shoes or the blankets he only half tossed back on the bed in the mornings.

Ironically, his kitchen and his small library are immaculate. He absolutely washes the dishes while also cooking or baking, limiting the amount of clean-up he has to deal with later.

He prefers going on cultural dates, especially when it’s in a place he’s never been before. Most of the time though, he likes to wander old galleries, find small concerts, and visit the little pop-up market stalls in the piazze. If you’re feeling a bit more laid-back, he’s also always down for a lazy day in, sharing the couch and watching whatever catches your interest.

He’s very tactile, and lives for holding your hand, sharing the same side of a table, wrapping his arm around you; really Felice looks for any excuse to be touching you, really half oblivious to it at times.

He has a whole sketchbook filled with drawings of you- mostly detailing of your hands or hair, many attempts on getting the ridges of your lips just right. He keeps that one hidden away from you; he won’t let you see it until he’s captured even an nth of your perfection.

He absolutely loves going shopping with you, whether it’s for clothes or electronics or toilet bowl cleaner. He sees it as a chance to spend more time with you, and also get a better idea of your tastes and interests.

It also gives him a chance to watch you window shop, and plot out some more gifts to grab you later on.

He has days where he’s slightly more subdued, and you’ll usually find him in his study, staring listlessly out across the Adriatic. You’ve learnt that the best way to get him to come back to you is to hug him from behind, give him a gentle tether back to the present.

He really doesn’t like talking about the past with you. Fonder memories with Kiku, Ludvig, and even Francis sometimes will come up in conversation, but he never talks much about the darker parts. He’d rather you know him as the person he is as opposed to the person he was.

You’ve never seen him get jealous, and that is intentional. He’s still nervous about letting you see just how dependent he’s become on your being in his life, still hasn’t quite mustered up the courage to tell just how deeply he’s fallen for you.

It was vital to him that he met your family and closest friends early on in the relationship, and vice versa. Family is a priority, and making sure that your loved ones knew his intentions from the get-go was almost essential. On the other end of the spectrum, Lovino and Marcello are so interwoven with his daily life now that not introducing you right away would have earned him all kinds of hell.

It’s not enough for him to simply bake you goodies here and there; he made sure to learn which ones are your favorites so he can make you a personalized recipe box. Hopefully sometime soon, he can present it to you as part of your wedding present.

He will get random bursts of playful energy, and will follow through on childish whims like jumping in puddles or finding an empty playground and playing on the equipment. At this point, you’ve learnt to either just go along with his antics, or stand in the background suffering secondhand embarrassment.

He’s actually an early riser, always trying to wake up with the sun. He likes the quiet of the morning, and he’ll always have fresh espresso waiting for you to doctor up when you finally join him in the conservatory.

Thanks for the ask, Anon!

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

Soulmate au idea? What if it was thought that countries couldn't get soulmates. But, one day, they do? Maybe its shown by both them and their soulmate sharing a 'tattoo' that randomly appears on their body, but in the countries case it's their flag? Axis plus romano and spain reaction to this?

[Hello, lovely! I apologize for the delay in this response. I’ve been doing a lot of research for this one; I took the liberty of using the symbols from the first “flag” each of their respective “nations” would have used; there shall be photos. Feel free to message me for any more information about the banners chosen. Thank you for this ask; I had a lot of fun working on this one. I hope you enjoy!]

Germany:

Ludwig first tried to approach the appearance of his soulmark logically.

There was no possible way that he had willingly sought out a tattoo, and there was no evidence of any nation ever having a soulmate.

But the proof was right there, the golden oak branch a bold imprint on his skin.

He dreaded telling anyone at first, worried that if he would allow his curiosity to distract him, it would pull him away from his work, keep him away from his responsibilities.

But as time went by, he started to do some digging, researching the lore behind former soulmates, finding more information into platonic and familial soulmates, learning everything he possibly could about the relationships people formed with one another.

Finally, he found himself turning to the Internet, joining several platforms who specialized in matching soulmates with one another, hoping against hope that maybe, just maybe, he would find you.

It would be nice to have someone to talk to, someone who he could confide in, someone who could perhaps understand him without having to say a word.The night he finally had an email claiming that you had been found had been one of the most nerve-wracking of his life, the first words he wrote to you deleted over-and-over again until, finally, he was able to send you a simple Hi.A huge step, but one that had proven over-and-over again to have been absolutely worth it.

Japan:

It took Kiku an embarrassingly long time to realize that there was a golden chrysanthemum etched into his shoulder. 

It wasn't until he had made a visit to his favourite bathhouse- only to be hurriedly chased back out- that he was even aware of its presence.

He spent several hours studying the new addition to his shoulder, desperately hoping that it was a prank from one of his siblings, praying that it was only temporary.

Eventually, he came to accept the truth, resigning himself to the knowledge that he now had his person out there, somewhere; he could only hope he could meet you soon.

Under normal circumstances, he would normally be really patient. But after nearly three years of waiting, he finally reached his limit, seeking out any spells from Arthur, Lukas, Vlad, and even Ivan in hopes that they could help him find you; his curiosity was killing him.

He was fascinated by the potential. 

Would you be wary about being bonded to an immortal? Did you recognize the mark that connected you? Did you melt at the knowledge that you had a soulmate out there, or were you one of the types who was repulsed by the very concept?

As he prepped the final pieces for his upcoming spellwork, he let his mind wander at the possibilities.

He knew, no matter what, that he would adore you.

He could only hope that you would like him, too.

Prussia:

To say Gilbert was shocked would be an understatement. 

Put more accurately, when he noticed a bold black eagle during his morning shower, he felt as if all the wind had been knocked out of him.

A soulmate?

No fucking way.

He wondered if the possibility came from his status; he had been dissolved for so long that maybe he had finally become human enough for these things.

Concern for his brother prompted him to keep it covered up; he had long ago accepted his eventual fate, but he couldn't risk hurting Luddy just yet.

He spent hours researching the mark, tracing over each line, daydreaming about the person who shared the same design.

You had to be something special to be stuck with him. Were you his complement and much-needed partner-in-crime? Would you be his foil?

He constantly thought about you- when walking the dogs, when writing, when wandering the wine aisle of the closest shop. Were you a dog person? Were you a writer? A bookworm? An artist? An athlete? Did you even like alcohol?

He wondered about all the intimate things- the colour of your toothbrush, the shape of your eyes, whether you were lactose-intolerant.

He had yet to even meet you, hadn't even a clue of who you were, where you were, but he was already dreaming of waking up each morning next to you.

All he could do was continue pondering the very thought of you, all-the-while plotting out the most foolproof approach to finding you.

Romano:

Lovino was immediate abject denial.

No way. 

Not possible.

Fuck that.

After how many centuries, the appearance of the golden fleur-de-lis on his hip was practically an insult, adding yet another layer of unnecessary drama to his already overly stressful life.

He had a hard enough time getting people to spend any time with him on a good day; the universe implying that there was someone out there who actually would want to stay-The gods may as well have spit in his face.

He knows his brothers would go on about how romantic it all was, would do everything in their power to find you, to set up the most elaborate date seen this millennium.

He decided to ignore his mark, opting instead to keep focusing on his work.

If, and that was a big if, there was actually someone out there who would love him irrevocably, then you would understand that his duties came first. He was tired of the world taking advantage of him; at least with his job, he could ensure that wouldn't happen ever again.

If you really cared about him, you would accept him for all his paranoia.

But there was no way anyone could care for him. 

Not like that.

When he first bumped into you, your notebooks and papers covering the entire table before you, eyes narrowed in concentration, groaning over an email, he had felt a flicker in his chest, an immediate camaraderie.

He had no idea at the time that the two of you had been fated to meet, that the overwhelming urge to treat you to a coffee or a gelato was destiny.

It would be slow-going, and there would be many bumps on the road ahead, but you two would learn to love each other, years before either of you thought about the twin fleurs-de-lis embellishing your hips.

Spain:

Antonio was, simply put, ecstatic. 

He had helped quite a few of his citizens find their soulmates over the centuries, and he never grew tired of helping them overcome whatever obstacles may try to prevent their relationships. Knowing that there was now someone out there for him, wearing his mark, sharing the same beautiful earth and the same moon-

He couldn't have been happier.

He didn't need to know you yet; he knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that he would love you the moment he saw you, that you were going to be one of the greatest people- if not the greatest person- to ever share a portion of his long life.

He carried on with his life, fully aware that destiny was never something that one rushes; you would meet one another when the time was right.

He couldn't have been more correct in that end.

You and Toni had been friends for several months before the subject of soulmates had even come up, your mark hidden away beneath layers of clothing due to its unfortunate location. 

He was curious; you never really spoke of a desire to meet your intended, content in the life you already had. 

Deciding to address his inquiry, you did your best to describe the golden castle on your thigh, lingering on the shaping of the blue windows that nearly seemed to float above the tattoo.

As you kept going, you were oblivious to the delight of your companion, oblivious to his relief, oblivious to his gratitude.

He had been hoping it was you.

Veneziano:

At first, Feliciano would be wary. 

Finding an unexpected golden blemish taking shape on his skin- a sign of a soulmate!- would give him such unwelcome anxiety. 

What if you were expecting more than him? What if you were someone who could never accept him? What if you were- 

So many worries, so many concerns, and each and every one of them revolved around his own faults, around his own fears that he would never be able to give you what you deserve. 

He was immortal, and if you chose to stay with him-

There was a very real chance that you could still leave him, that you may one day choose to leave him.

He dreaded that hypothetical, the day perhaps even decades away when you would-

When you would-

He dreaded most things. 

There was also the very likely possibility that you would never even meet. 

With nearly 8 billion people scattered across the globe, many of whom never leaving their own regions-

He could only hope that you would be curious enough, affluent enough, dedicated enough-

But even with the distinctive image of his first banner as your clue, there was a huge possibility that you would never figure out exactly what it meant, where-

Upon meeting you for the first time, shimmering golden lion proudly on display as you snapped photos of the setting sun, all of his concerns drifted away with the tide. 

You were absolutely at peace with your surroundings, the salty air ruffling your jacket as you continued wandering the canals.

It was clear that you had conducted enough research to pinpoint his general location, seeking out the oldest corners, exploring the most overlooked crevices; while he could have followed you all day, it was only fair and noble that he made the effort of approaching you, of getting to know you.

And one day, he would summon his courage and offer you everything.

But first-

With that first resolute step, he was already growing into a better man. 

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

could i get axis, allies, spain, romano, prussia, canada & hong kong finding out their best friend is ace? this might be a weird request but my dad didnt take it well when i came out earlier tonught and its ok if you dont want to write this one

Updated because I forgot Toni! D:

America:

Alfred lets out a single, surprised "Dude." He then gives you the biggest, brightest smile you have ever seen, warming you from the inside out. "That is so cool!" He has questions, of course, most of them revolving around "How did you find out?" and "Wait, are you telling me you don't think Chris Evans is hot?" Overall, he is a big ball of positivity, though he's much more serious when asking if you wanted to meet up with the local PFLAG sometime. He often attends meetings anyway; there's usually free food, and he's heard some really awesome presentations. Overall though, he is your biggest, most enthusiastic ally, in this and every adventure you two have ahead.

Canada:

Matthew doesn't really have time to process your words, whispered in a sudden rush just as the opening credits for the film were starting, but then he catches on. He quickly shoves aside his surprise at not realizing before; he wants to take the remote from you, barricaded as it is within the depths of your blanket fort, but you have a firm grip on it, gaze riveted to the television. He takes a moment to study your tense frame, notices how nervous you were to tell him. With a soft sigh of fond exasperation, he slides closer to you, lightly elbowing you in the side. When he knows he's caught your attention, he offers a wide smile, a silent affirmation that has you dropping your head into his chest in relief, a soft: "Thanks, Mattie," escaping in a contented hum.

China:

Yao is- in a word- confused. In some ways, he is very much the old man he pretends not to be, and his lack of knowledge about queer history is an indicator of that. At first, he would ask if you meant to become a monk; is this some form of abstinence? When did you decide this? Were you vegan, too? It would take patience to explain it to him in full, and there will be some slip-ups. But he absolutely adores you; with a little time, a lot of patience, and maybe a few conveniently misplaced books, he'll understand. And even in that time before- He's always going to be there for you.

England:

Arthur is surprised. Sometimes your jokes are dirtier than his, and Lord knows you have an eye for attractive people. But thinking back, he's never seen you hold more than a passing fancy in anyone, and every date you were on never lasted longer than a few hours. He can tell you're nervous about having told him, anxiously turning away from him to put all your energy into glaring at the canal water. Gently, he steps closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, the acceptance in his gestures. He doesn't bother with words; your sigh of relief is confirmation enough that he doesn't need any anyway.

France:

Francis is flattered that you're confiding in him, and he offers immediate, enthusiastic support. He's touched that you trusted him enough to tell him. He's had several partners in the past who have also fallen on the spectrum, and it made him perhaps one of the more understanding nations. He would ask you if there was anything he could do to support you further, and thanks you for telling him. No matter what, he will always love you for who you are, and treasures your friendship just as much as before. 

Germany:

Ludvig was startled when you flopped onto the couch beside him, top of your head just missing his thigh, your admission groaned in a series of hypothetical questions that were all too pointed to be anything but truthful. Gently closing his book to set it aside, he placed his hand on your back, lightly brushing it back-and-forth in what he hoped to be a comforting gesture. He wasn't really surprised; seeing your interactions with others all hinted at it. But, he could tell it was bothering you and makes certain to reassure you, a firm, unwavering presence always by your side.

Hong Kong:

Leon has suspected for a while now. It wasn't necessarily clear from your words or your mannerisms, but there was just something about your vibe that gave him hints. When you brought up the courage to confide in him, confirming his suspicions, he feels an overwhelming sense of humility. He thanks you for confiding in him, fully aware of how hard coming out can be. While he may not personally understand it, he easily accepts it as just another part of who you are. And in his opinion? You're always gonna be a badass, and he has a dozen more pranks he wants to play with you.

Japan:

Kiku is a bit relieved, truth be told. He tries not to show how happy he is to have one of his closest friends also fall on the spectrum, instead focusing that energy into a smile of gratitude, thanking you for telling him. He has never really felt the need to come out himself, having long ago just accepted it as part of who he is. He can't really repress his contentment as you turn back to your otome game, your eyes furrowed in concentration. He makes a note to subtly recommend some ace-positive manga to you, knowing that even a little representation can be a constant reassurance.

Prussia:

Gilbert is honestly confused at first; what on earth is that? He's familiar enough with the meanings for LGBT, but he hasn't heard the term "asexual" before. He's quick to reassure you that he's not trying to be a dick; he's genuinely confused. As you start to explain, he feels his confusion morph into surprise and a bit of relief. He didn't realize there was actually a word for how he felt, let alone a whole community. He gives you a smile, declares that you're still awesome enough to be graced with the honour of his presence before he resumes his game, mentally making a note to do more research on his own.

Romano:

Lovino is... To be honest, he's torn. He's long ago familiarized him with a bunch of orientations- between Felice and Cello he really didn't have much choice in the matter- but oddly enough asexuality hadn't been one of them. The concept is kind of hard to wrap his head around. You aren't interested in sex? Are you serious? He doesn't get it, not really. But, he knows how hard it can be to be open with others, and he appreciates how much you trust him enough to confide in him. He takes your hand across the table- nearly spilling your drinks in the process- and assures you that he's always got your back, no matter what.

Russia:

Ivan is wholeheartedly supportive, taking you mildly by surprise. You had expected him to be a little leery of the concept, perhaps even opposed to it. He won't lie; he's kind of hurt at the assumption and is quick to reassure you that nothing comes in the way of how much he loves you. You're his friend- his closest confidant- and all he cares about is knowing that you're happy and safe, that helping you embrace who you are to feel comfortable in your own skin is his top priority. If there is any sort of fallback to fear, it's his threat to expect an increase of illegal memes, all of them based on ace puns and pride.

Spain:

Antonio is very nonchalant about the whole situation. He takes it in stride as easily as if you were to say it was going to partially cloudy tomorrow, never ceasing the swinging of your hands as you continue wandering the Gothic Quarter. He is very casual with his questions: How long have you known? Have you told anyone else? Upon confirmation to these and the dozen or so other questions he has for you, he simply gives your hand a small squeeze, twirling you as soon as there's enough space in the alley. He wants to make sure you feel comfortable around him, and it's his small way of assuring you that you can always tell him anything.

Veneziano:

Feliciano starts to panic, just a little. Had he overstepped your boundaries? Had he ever made you uncomfortable? You're quick to reassure him, his worrying ironically making the conversation a lot easier. He has dozens of questions for you- all of them revolving more about the specifics. Are you still interested in romance? Are you under the general ace umbrella, or were you possible demi or grey? Did you want him to cancel the blind date he set up for you? If anything, Feli is immediately invested, only wanting to make sure that you always felt loved and safe with him, and promising that you can always tell him anything.

Anon,

I'm sorry it didn't go well with your dad. I know from firsthand experience how hard it can be to come out to someone, and unfortunately, I also know how much it hurts not finding the love and acceptance you had been hoping for.

Please know that you are always accepted for who you are here. My inbox is always open if you ever want to talk, and my ask is always open in case you would prefer to remain anonymous.

Please take care, Lovely. Don't lose hope. <3

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

Could you do the previous ask (learning the country’s language) but this time with China, North Italy, and South Italy?

Absolutely, Anon!

China: Yao was beyond excited when you informed him that you were so sure you wanted to learn Chinese. He knows it can be a daunting task, so rather than try to rush you into anything, he would start slipping some basic words into each conversation. At first, it was just one of two words per conversation- greetings, the time, how much something cost, directions. But gradually, as you grew more confident in your pronunciations and were able to respond without overthinking, he gradually added more words to that list. Soon enough, you would be exchanging full phrases, peppering them into casual conversations until they've grown into full sentences. His plan, one he had used for Kiku, Leon, and so many of his other children, was to continue building up your skills without too much effort. Learning the characters however was another journey entirely; he makes sure to teach you enough to navigate the highway, the grocery store, and public transit. Slowly but surely however, he eases you into fluency, such a gradual shift that you almost forget your native tongue when on the phone with your family back home. He is beyond ecstatic at your progress, and never hesitates to tell you how proud he is of you.

Romano: Lovino has come to rely on you for your openness with him, and trusts your judgement. Rather than the excitement you had been hoping for or the surprise you had been expecting, he instead offered you a fully casual: "Oh yeah? Which dialect?" After a heated discussion about the dozens of different minority languages- many of which he was adamant should be legally recognized due to their ongoing usage- it was settled that you would learn generic "Italian." He thanked whatever deity was listening that you had been living with him for some time now; you were already well on your way to knowing many of the foundations. Whenever out and about, he would make sure to let grocers, servers, and and any others that you were trying to learn, each of them offering encouragement as you grew from fumbling through your orders to confidently conversing about the weather and family drama with the postal worker. Whenever you're not paying attention, he can't fully repress his pride at seeing you come so far. There was a time long ago when he had been in similar shoes, so fluent in Spanish that he had near forgotten his roots. It was the community that had helped him reclaim his identity, and seeing the strengthening bonds between you and the neighbors- He knows that their support is what makes all the difference.

Veneziano: Feliciano actually was surprised at first, believing he hadn't heard you correctly. You were so busy, constantly traveling from Point A to B with rarely the chance to stop in and visit with him. He had no idea how you intended to fit language lessons into your schedule, not when you scarcely had time to even visit with him these days. But you were determined, and he knew he could never deny you. He quickly turned each Facechat into a tutorial, and each letter he sent was fully embellished with extra care and consideration. He knew it would take time for you to translate each, yet he gleefully looked forward to each reply. Gradually, your grammar began to improve, and slowly your video chats and phone calls were brimming with your progress, any errors gently corrected as you went along. He often let you ramble, absolutely in love with how you rolled your r's, refusing to tell you to deepen the enunciation. Upon your next visit to his place, he fully intends to take you on a trip to one of the more isolated villages, knowing that the best chance for you to truly spread your wings is to finally, truly, fully immerse yourself in the surroundings. He knows you'll be amazing; you're practically fluent already. But more than anything, he's most looking forward to having you by his side once again.

Original ask here~

Thanks for the request, Lovely!

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

poppy for feli pls?

Poppy: Oblivion or Imagination

Curious fingers curled on bare skin, teasing the juncture of your shoulder and neck.

He felt a small smile blossom at your annoyance, taking just a minute's pause from your work to scowl at him, eyes narrowed in agitation, before you once more turned back to your laptop, eyes carefully reading through the most recent messages from your coworkers.

He sighed to himself, listless, bored.

He loved having you home, really he did, but half the time your focus was elsewhere, thoughts constantly flickering back to the outside world, claimed by others who, in his opinion, didn't deserve even a second of your time.

But you were resolute; you claimed you couldn't completely rely on him, said it wasn't fair to either of you.

Annoyed at seeing your attention divert once more to your email- how many could you have possibly gotten in less than an hour!- he dropped his head to your shoulder, huffing in irritation.

He felt your small laugh, could perfectly imagine the small smile gracing your lips. Your frantic typing paused, your head turning to brush your lips against his forehead, your hand brushing through his hair. "Mi dispiache, cioccolatino. I promise it won't be much longer."

Your whispered words did little to quell his frustrations, a small pout making its presence known against the skin exposed by your tank top, another smiling kiss brushing against his forehead in apology.

His work was caught up for the day, and the waiting was- Irksome. In the last few hours, he had tried distracting himself with any means- watching bad soap operas, watering the poppies in the windowbox, a nap- He had even tried painting, staring at the blank canvas for seemingly an infinity with no inspiration.

Well- Not quite. He had a subject in mind, his imagination running wild. But his muse-

You were still stationed on the bed, a pile of paperwork beside you, laptop resting on the pile of blankets in front of you, hair still a mess from last night. You were distracting; he wouldn't be nearly as twitchy if you would spare him just a little more attention.

Lifting his head, just enough to meet your gaze, close enough that his lips nearly grazed the corner of your own, he offered a small frown. "You said that over two hours ago." His free arm wrapping around your waist, he drew you just a little closer, turning to brush his lips against your ear. "I'm bored, ami."

"Felice-" There was a warning to your tone, feeble and breathless as it was.

"Mm?" He feigned innocence, even as his thumb traced featherlight circles on the small portion of exposed skin between your shirt and trousers. Brushing another kiss beneath your ear, he couldn't restrain his smile at your shiver. "Something wrong?"

There was an exhalation of air- a shaking huff of exasperation, before your hand was in his hair, fingers tugging the strands in agitation. "Smetti-"

He trailed his lips down your neck, sensing your crumbling resistance. "Stop what, exactly?" There was a hitch in your breath as he paused, hovering over your pulse point. "You'll have to be a little more specific, vita mia."

There was a moment's pause, a small hesitation where he held back, letting you choose the next step. His thumb stopped its repetitive dance, your fingers lingering in his hair. There was only silence, the steady exchange of breaths, the wind against the house, the soft music still streaming from your laptop.

For only a moment though.

He soon heard the familiar sound of your laptop closing, his eyes opening as you shifted to face him, your eyes sparkling in fond vexation.

"Sei il Diavolo."

He couldn't repress his grin, humming as he traced his thumb once more, now against your spine. "Ma- Tu m'ami."

Whatever fury remained in your scathing look was tempered by the gentle brush of your knuckles against his cheek, the fond whisper scarcely slipping past your lips. "Heavens only know why."

He hummed, turning to press a kiss to your wrist, lingering on the soft skin.

"Feliciano."

Curious, he glanced up at you, smile growing once more at your bemusement. A mischievousness hovered around you, a playful energy that never failed to draw him even further under your spell.

At his acknowledgement, you feigned nonchalance, that spark only growing brighter. "Now that you have my attention, what is it you plan to do with me?"

Oh, he had a few ideas.

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

Good morning/afternoon/night wherever you are! What would dating Prussia include?

Hello, Lovely~ This is a topic I wish I was an expert in, but alas a gal can only daydream. Hope you enjoy!

He's very much an early riser, always up before the sun. Depending on your own sleep schedule, he'll make breakfast, feed the pets, and, come winter, sometimes have the whole sidewalk shoveled before you're awake.

Despite his inability to sleep past 5 am, is is next to impossible for him to get to sleep any earlier than midnight.

Speaking of which, there may be nights when you'll have to coax him to bed. He gets caught up easily in books, paperwork, and writing, and sometimes he will forego sleep altogether by accident.

He's very meticulous when it comes to cleaning, and very mindful that everything is in its proper place.

You can't, for the life of you, figure out how his shirts always come out so soft when he uses the exact same cleaning products as you, not that you're complaining. It does annoy you though, and the fact he knows it annoys you somehow makes the whole thing even worse.

He'll sometimes intentionally drive like a maniac just to annoy you.

His feet are usually cold to the touch, much to your chagrin. Your annoyance, naturally, stems from his overly irritating habit to shove them against your back when you're laying in bed. "You're so warm, Schaz~" "I will find a way to murder you. Brutally."

Honestly one of his favourite pastimes is annoying you. He absolutely thrives off of that one specific expression you make every time he does.

Even if you've been together for ages, he can still be ridiculously timid when it comes to showing affection in public. In private, he has no reservations whatsoever.

He tries his hardest to plan dates that you'll enjoy, even if it's something that he's never really tried himself before.

Personally, he'd rather quieter dates, allowing more time for just the two of you. His preference is more in some of maybe your more frequent haunts, museums, or exploring a new park.

It's very important to him that your main circles can sort of mesh together, and he made sure that within the first month or so of being "official" to at least sort of introduce himself to your closest friends and family, and make sure you were introduced to... essentially everyone. (Felice, bless his heart, can't always tell what's supposed to stay a secret.)

He was, surprisingly, more nervous about introducing you to his group than he was meeting yours.

He was a bit self-conscious really, caught somewhere between this weird dread and jealousy that somehow Tonio or Francy would steal you away from him versus the abject horror upon reaching the realization that Køhler and Kirkland would take absolute delight in regaling you with stories of all the embarrassing shit he's ever done.

Oddly enough, he was only excited when it had come to introducing you to Friedy and Ludbug, though that excitement was mildly diminished when Ludvig, in all seriousness, offered you his sympathies, only for a rare grin to break out on the youngest Beilschmidt's face when you played along with the teasing.

When it came to meeting your family, he unintentionally reverted back to his more courtly mannerisms, only relaxing when you squeezed his hand and whispered some joke in his ear that had him bark in laughter, much to his embarrassment and your delighted cackling.

He would never admit it, but he has a journal dedicated especially to the things you did that made him smile. It's filling up quickly.

It was a bit of a gradual fall into your relationship, but still a relatively fast one. It only took about a week or so for you two to want more than the half-whispered debates about movies while sitting on a bench waiting for your respective busses, both of you gradually realizing that you were enjoying the bond forming between you.

Frankly, he would have been completely fine with just friendship, back then.

Now, he couldn't imagine how he could cope with anything less than this- both of you on the floor beneath a haphazardly made blanket fort, some anime he can't pronounce paused on your tablet as you doze off on his lap, mumbling something about peaches and zebras.

That'll be going in the journal, too.

Thank you so much for the ask, Lovely~

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hi (: could you do a blind!england x protective!reader during the events of hetaoni? preferably a one shot (:

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I only vaguely recall plot specifics of said game, Anon, so I offer advanced warning that I took quite a bit of creative license with this one. Also a note that this ficlet is set in one of the many unexplored timelines as I'm certain our favorite sarcastic spellcaster outtaxed himself repeatedly.

The mansion was full of ghosts. The atmosphere was over-saturated with them, heavy with their presence, nearly overwhelming you from the moment you had first set foot into this thrice-damned place. You had no way of knowing at the time that the ghosts you felt- the phantoms lingering in each dark corner, the specters cloistered away behind every locked door- were your own.

Not until-

No.

You weren't thinking about that right now.

Yet again, you forced your mind away from the blood, so much blood-! and back to guiding Arthur through the corridor, wincing silently at the awkwardness of his shuffling, trying not to panic too much at how prevalent his limp had become.

The hand not resting on your arm clung to Feli's diary, and you tried not to think too much about the crimson stain visible on the binding, refusing to think about the room that-

A heavy thud from somewhere deeper in the house halted all train of thought.

Arthur stiffened beside you, his left ear pointing towards the source of the sound, eyebrows furrowed in worry, eyes wide in fear.

Both of you held your breath.

Waiting.

Listening.

Praying.

Another thud, now accompanied by an odd shuffling, sounds you knew couldn't belong to any of your friends.

Cursing under your breath, you unsheathed Gil's sword, opting to keep it on hand in case the Thing reached you before you found a room in which you could barricade yourselves.

Arthur's hand brushed against your forearm, a silent plea you obliged without question. Resuming your search, you guided him ahead, begging whatever deity or benevolent spirit that may be listening for just-

You sagged with relief upon finding an open door, leading to a small, empty room- likely a closet at some point in time. Arthur angled his head towards you- the question never needing to be spoken as you offered your confirmation.

"We should be safe in here for a bit."

He arched a brow towards you, even as he let you guide him through the doorway, helped him sit on the floor, soon joining him after ensuring the lock was secure, little protection as it was.

He was hauntingly quiet, had been subdued since the last-

You knew he blamed himself for Fran, knew that-

Dim light trickled in from outside, the windows layered with years of dust. You didn't bother trying to open it, nor did you waste your energy in attempts to break it. The Mansion was sealed tight, and nothing Mystic nor Mundane was getting out.

You tried to avoid looking at him too much, especially his eyes. It hurt too much; every time you glanced at him it was in half-hope that you would see that beautiful, familiar green once more. But you were near inconsolable; the vibrant green that always reminded you of the moors in his homeland had dulled, nothing now save the lifeless, brackish grey of the marshes remaining.

And what was worse-

What was so much worse-

It was your fault.

You closed your eyes for a moment, let the small warmth of intangible sunlight settle around you, let yourself pretend that you were both at home, sharing a spot in the parlor, simply enjoying one another's company after a long day with the family.

Perhaps some part of him was yearning for the same, as he never truly had relinquished his hold on you. It was more a gentle connection between his fingers and your wrist now, but he hadn't-

You released a shaky breath, hanging your head and opening your eyes once more to your bleak surroundings.

The thudding had disappeared, though the hope that the Thing itself had left was one immediately quashed. They had a capability for seemingly materializing out of thin air, taking you all repeatedly by surprise.

Arthur was resting his head against the wall, eyes focused somewhere near the ceiling. You instinctively went to look yourself, mentally berating yourself when you remembered-

You turned away, overwhelmed by the rancid bouquet of guilt, helplessness, and antipathy. And beneath it all, the fine thread weaving it all together, was your grief, your aching over the loss of-

Everyone, now, actually.

Everyone else was dead.

You had been holding out hope, held it out for so long, but when Kiku-

Then Ivan-

Felice told you everything, frantically, desperately, shoved the journal into your hands, begged you to try again, for your forgiveness, for-

Arthur's head falling to rest upon your shoulder snapped you back to attention, the movement reestablishing your awareness, grounding you in the present. His fingers were woven with your own now, the intimacy of it all so damned familiar and gentle that you could only stare stupidly.

"You should go."

Silence reigned for several moments following his proclamation, the words dancing aimlessly in the air until they finally registered.

Appalled, aghast, you angled your head towards him, aggravation coating your reply. "Once you're rested enough to come with me."

From your angle, you couldn't make out the shape of his scowl, nor could you quite determine the level of irritation surely marring his features, but it was clearly painted into his words. "How many times are we going to have this bloody argument? I can't-"

"I don't care," you growled out, refusing to hear him finish his statement. It was, after all, a point of contention he had been trying to claim victory of for near the whole day now. Sighing in partial defeat, you allowed your tone to soften. "I can't lose you too, Arthur. Pl-"

You turned, dropping your face into his hair, the conflicting scents of his mousse, blood, dust, and lingering Magicke all assaulting you for the effort. Your words fell out as a pleading whisper, eyes closing for the small prayer. "Please don't ask that of me."

"Darling, please-"

"Stop," you interrupted, sharp and desperate, every possible emotion bound to that single syllable.

Arthur, shockingly obliging, said nothing further, silence reclaiming you both.

You knew his logic was sound: without his vision, he couldn't read the spell correctly, wouldn't be able to reset the clock. And while Felice had assured you that the spell would heal all injuries, would reset everything-

Arthur's vision was taken by Magicke; there was no guarantee he would ever see it again.

If you had just-

If you had only-

"It's not your fault."

Arthur once again cut off your thoughts before they could spiral too far downwards, stealing your attention with those four words alone. You opened your mouth in hopes of offering a protest, but found you couldn't formulate one coherent enough to articulate. Instead, you sighed in resignation, relaxing incrementally against him. 

"You're incorrigible."

He huffed out the foundations of a laugh at that, humming quietly in agreement. "Would you have me any other way, luv?"

The exchange was so hauntingly familiar, so mundane, so perfectly ordinary that for one small moment-

Arthur seemed to sense the shift in your mood, his pinky brushing against your own, soon twining the two together.

Together.

You were leaving here, together, no matter how much a stink he may raise insisting otherwise. It was no matter how much of a self-sacrificial ass Kirkland could be; your determination was even more formidable an opponent.

He was an idiot if he honestly thought you would abandon him, if he truly thought you could leave him.

Your lives were interwoven together, bound through years of friendship and affections and sharing hopes and dreams and eventually even the most intimate of secrets. It was true you had been close to the Others, and losing each of them had been beyond devastating. But to lose Arthur-

You once again forced that train of thought away, refusing to even consider the possibility.

You had already lost so much. You couldn't lose him, too.

There was a hitch in his breath, a silent snore you would recognize anywhere. You felt the flicker of a smile, that familiar warmth that always seemed to strike whenever he fully relaxed around you. Gently lifting his hand to press a kiss to his knuckles, you turned once more to the door, free hand adjusting around Gi- your sword.

You'd let him sleep, for at least a few minutes.

Then you were both leaving this hellhole.

Whether he liked it or not.