For @pruktober's 2nd Day Of Prukcember. Theme Christmas With The Prompt Poinsettias. (+ A Touch Of The

For @pruktober's 2nd day of Prukcember. Theme Christmas with the prompt Poinsettias. (+ a touch of the theme winter with prompt snowflake if you don't blink.)

This had been happening for a while now, that they would end up in each other’s company during these occasions. It started out as a shared dislike for the parties that followed official meetings and both preferred to find a quiet corner to wait out those social events.

Erik and Lavinia, well Vinnie, ended up in the same quiet corner at one of those parties that as usual got out of hand. He liked the way Vinnie commented on the behavior of the other nations and while the Scandinavian country didn’t say much and simply listened to Hong Kong, he loved her dry sense of humour.

It had been the best party Erik had been at in a long time just because of Vinnie’s company, so of course he sought her out during the next party he knew they would both be attending. So they talked, Vinnie more than Erik as she kept him entertained with her dry jokes, and slowly Erik started to show his own dark humour that made Vinnie laugh.

Her laughter souned beautiful to his ears and at that moment Erik realised that he had thought she was beautiful ever since that one party they hid away together while she had been the one to make him laugh.

The sound of her voice, the shape of her face and the colour of her hair combined with her humour, her intelligence and her kindness made that he loved her.

He was in love with Lavinia before he even knew it. So perhaps he should have known he would tell her that night as she joined him in a quiet corner and began her soft comments on the other people at the party.

Normally he loved her comments, but tonight he didn’t hear her words only the sound of her voice and only saw her beauty. When she looked at him and stayed silent because Iceland spoke even less then she was used to, he told her that she looked amazing.

While a blush took over Hong kong’s face, his was worse as he whispered “Did I say that out loud?”

So she took his face in her hands and kissed the boy.

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Day 2 prompt: "Did I say that out loud?" for @hongiceweek.

Day 8 prompt horror movies for @hetaween-event.

Amelia and Madeline acting like the creepy twins from the shining.

Poor Arthur has to take them trick or treating.

Day 2 prompt comfort for @hetalia-rarepairweek 2023

TW: Animal Death / Death

Senior pets have a hard time getting adopted. The likelihood of adoption is only 25% compared to 60% for a younger dog. Unfortunately, this is often due to prejudice. I want to raise awareness with this comic (and also get back to my roots, which I haven't really managed to do yet). But I want to start uploading more regularly again. Thank you for your patience so far.

She had noticed him sitting there in the garden of the office complex with his back against the tree, seemingly just enjoying the warmth of the sun while she had been on her way to the next meeting she had to attend.

Anneliese hadn’t stopped walking but she had immediately noticed something hadn’t been right. There had been something of about him. She knew because she knew Antonio.

So when he was still sitting in the exact same spot after he meeting ended so made a beeline for him before she even knew what she was doing. When she made it over to where her old love was sitting he didn’t seem to notice her presence, it was only when she stood in front of him and the sun cast her shadow over him that he opened his eyes.

He smiled at her, but she had already seen the hurt in his gaze and she sat down beside him. “What is wrong now?” The woman asked and he only told her he did not want to burden her with the things he had done.

“We’ve all done things to regret.” As answer he only hang his head. For a while the Anneliese didn’t know what to do or how to help him, so she simply placed her hand over his.

The Spanish man looked up at this action. “You don’t know half of the details.” Was spoken softly.

“Tell me all the worst things you have ever done.” She encouraged him.

“You’ll hate me if I do.”

“No, I have loved you too much to ever hate you Antonio.”

He began telling the stories he had needed to share with someone.

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Day 1 prompt "Tell me every terrible thing you've ever done and let me love you anyway." for @spaus-week.