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Just let me help you

Walking past his brother’s office and taking notice of the way he looked, hunched over his desk and the dark circles under his eyes, Gilbert knew he had to do something.

Something turned out easier said than done, but after a bit of a struggle he had managed to drag Ludwig away from his desk. Now he only needed to get him out of this room, then up the stairs and finally into his bedroom so that he could go to bed.

All while his little brother was going on and on about that meeting he needed to be prepared for and the work he still had to do on his presentation.

“You need sleep, that’s what you need. I’ll do that presentation for you and it’ll be awesome, like me.”

“You can’t.” Ludwig resisted. “I’m the one that goes to the meetings, not you.” It was true, but he wasn’t able to fully hide grimace that came over his face as he grumbled his answer to that. “No need to remind me of that.”

Silence followed between them and during the silence it suddenly became much easier to maneuver his younger brother.

The silence bothered him. While Ludwig had never been a man or even a child of many words, this silence was clearly born from a sense of guilt and that hadn’t been his intention. He had never and would never blame the loss of his status as a nation on Ludwig.

So he broke the silence as they walked up the stairs. “West, I only meant that I’ll write your speech for you. I still know how to write an awesome speech. It will be waiting for you on your desk when you wake up. You’ll only need to read it through before your meeting.”

His little brother looked at him silently for a moment.

“Danke, Bruder.” Before he walked into his bedroom.

“You don’t forget how to do the work of a nation.” He murmured to himself as he went downstairs to work on that awesome speech he had spoken of. And awesome it would be.

Let me be your hero

Gil fell in love with Naga!iggy and will fight any one that wants to harm her. Even if he knows he'll lose.

@pruktober.

The scene she saw the moment she pushed the door open was one from a horror movie. The room had been torn apart and her lover was covered in blood, most of his clothes torn to shreds. Just as she began to run towards him, Gilbert held up his hands and she froze in her steps as he started screaming at her to stay away from him.

At that same moment Victoria wanted to question Gilbert about the blood and shred clothes yet instead of voicing her questions, she noticed the deformation to his hand. Or really the claw where his hand should be.

“Go away. Lock me up and go away!”He screamed at her. There was a desperation she had never heard from him before. “You have no idea what kind of monster I’ve become.” The sound of as he was yelling began to change and at that point she noticed how first his jaw and than his face began to change its shape, just like his hand, and his cried started to sound more like howls.

She realised what was happening to him and ran up to him as the howls became more agonised by the second. As she reached him and threw her arms around the cursed man, the blonde could feel the rough fur against the skin of her face and hands.

Softly chanting, the wolf in her arms ceased his attack. Instead of tearing her apart, the creature sank to his knees. More of the soft, archaic tones ensured the cursed man lost consciousness.

Moving to lie down beside her man, no matter his form, she waited for the night to pass while he stayed asleep by her spells.

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Morning came and Gilbert woke. His body sore and his eyes looking into deep green eyes he knew all too well.

Fear rushed through him as he forced himself upright. “Why are you here, Viv! Are you hurt?!”

The English woman gently, yet firmly pushed him back down. “You did not hurt me, but you do need more rest.”

He thought her calmness was strange. She had seen what he became during the full moon, yet here she was and she did seem unharmed. Safe from suffering his fate.

“I’m a monster.” The worse pilled from Gilbert’s lips.

Viv took his face between her hands. “You are no monster, my wolf.” And kissed him.

“How?”

The lady sighed.

“I have secrets of my own, my love, and those secrets kept both of us safe last night. I have spells and potions powerful enough to control you when you cannot control yourself. It will not undo the effects of the bite, but I will not allow anyone else to be cursed by it.”

Feeling the magic around them, he pulled her tightly against him. She wasn’t able to heal him, but in her presence he wasn’t going hurt other people with his curse.

“Ich liebe dich, zaubermaus.”

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Day 21 (+ day 8) from @pruktober

vampire x vampire prompt for @pruktober

Vamp!england waiting for her lover, newly turned, to rise from the grave an undead. And to forgive her, he was certainly going to be upset with her for some time.

Mixing @pruktober's prompts spell/potion (day 8), black and purple (day 13) & zombie (day 22) with @hetaween-hetaliaevent's prompt homemade zombie (day3).

Not a fan of the fem!england hairstyle, so here's a short version. Also, can't have an iggy without iggy!eyebrows.

Danse macabre (day 1) + Nation x Ghost (day 29) for @pruktober.

A flute instead of the violin and a ghost instead of a body coming out of the grave, but other than that it's just like Danse Macabre.

How each one of them deals with exam week.

"I laugh because there is nothing you can do about it!"

Prompt picnic

Another day filled with paperwork had gone by and the young woman was relived to finally be able to go outside and get some fresh air into her lungs. On her way out she had expected to find Ludwig hidden behind the stacks of documents that covered his desk these days.

So not catching sight of the blond man was a normal occurrence, but for her to be walking around the desk and finding the chair empty was not. Amelia usually needed to pull the other young nation away from the work that was given to him.

After a quick round of questioning the staff, she came to the conclusion Ludwig had left without informing anyone like he was supposed to. Which meant she needed to find him first, before any of the others found out and then things might get out of hand.

Unable to find the other nation, America headed home to her apartment and while driving she couldn’t imagine where he might have run of to.

While she was driving around  a corner the cars’ front lights illuminated a person. Male, blond, muscled and she guessed he was going to be tall when he stood up. She had found her missing German.

Amelia quickly parked the car and nearly jumped out of the vehicle.

“Germany!” she shouted “What are you thinking?!”

He turned around at the sound of her voice, but didn’t get up from the spot he was sitting.

“Well?”

“I needed some time alone with my thoughts.”

The young superpower sight softly. “Can’t you think about that at home?”

At that he looked like she was insane.

“I can’t go home.”

She felt for the other nation in some way, but he needed to be punished for all the things his people had done.

She simply shook her head and after some time she raised her gaze.

“You gave my home, my heart to the Soviet Union. We would have fought beside you to stop him, but you gave Gilbert to Ivan instead. Now it’s just the USA and the Sovjet Union, the last two superpowers.”

After a moment Ludwig simple added one sentence to his statement. “I miss my big brother.”

In some way she could relate to that.

Amelia sat down besides the defeated nation without saying anything.

Hetalia Social Experiment

I just want to see what’ll happen. So all Hetalia fans, just reblog this and tag your top three favorite characters.

Gilbert isn't just a great storyteller, but also a gifted writer. Yet he only writes in his journals and no one else reads those.

Chiara believes everyone likes her sister's art better since their grandfather took the time to teach her. Now she only paints in when she thinks no one is looking.

For @hwsrarepairweek2022

Gilbert sighed as he stared at Chiara from across the table. She had already been in this awful mood when he arrived at her house and while she opened the door for him with a quick, sharp ‘ciao’, she had not spoken a word since. The only reaction he’d gotten to anything he said or asked was a shrug or the woman simply looked away, but mostly she had ignored him.

Ignoring the awesome that was Gilbert Beilschmidt! He loved the woman, but he really couldn’t stand being ignored. Yet when he said he would take leave since his little brother could really use his help with all the work he had, the small Italian woman had attached herself to his arm and dragged him to the table.

Which brought them to this current state of being absolutely bored, and a little worried he had done something wrong, and looking angry.

The former knight sighed once again. “If you’re not going to talk to me I’m going home.”  Chiara looked at him again but remained silent. Gilbert stood up and continued. “I’m going home and if you hold on to me again I’ll just drag you along.”

She pouted. At least that was another reaction then the ones he had gotten from her today.

Walking past her, she finally spoke up. “There’s a hole in my jacket.”

The man turned around in confusion. “That’s it? The whole silence thing is about a hole in a piece of clothing?”

His girlfriend crossed her arms and refused to look him in the eye. “I really like it.”

“So fix it.”

“I can’t.”

“Have it fixed then.”

“I don’t want people to know I can’t.”

“Really?”

“Of course!”

“You can do that?”

He nodded and as he was handed both the coat and a needle and thread, he set to work.

“You were a knight, why would you know anything about sowing and repairing clothes? “

“Limited resources and clothes had to last. I never forgot the skill, turned out useful during plenty of wars.” After putting in the last stitches, he returned the coat to its owner.

The brunette still didn’t seem happy as she accepted the coat. “Well done.” In fact she looked close to tears.

“What is wrong now?” He didn’t understand what he did wrong.

“I can’t do this!” She looked close to tears as she admitted. “I can’t even get the thread through the eye of the needle. It’s one of those things Feliciana is great at and I’m useless at.”

Ah, so that was what is was all about.

The man wrapped his arms around his woman and hugged her tight.

“You’re the most beautiful and skilled woman I know.” His face turned red, he was still getting used to saying these things to a woman, but she needed this. He knew what it was like the be the second, overlooked representation of an whole country.

The hug was returned and the couple smiled at each other.

“Sure you’re going back already?”

“No. West can deal with the paperwork.”

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@prumano-week prompt needle & thread.

@prumano-week prompt sick day with a bit of the prompt pets.

Forgotten but not alone

He was walking besides his little brother. The one that had at some point managed to grow taller than him.

At some point their bosses cared for wanted Ludwig’s attention more than his and he had been pushed away from his brother’s side and he walked besides other people with a position within the government.

Then the other nations were more interested in Germany’s company than in Prussia’s. Which was good, in a way. He had fought wars so his baby brother would be able to grow strong and important. He had known what he was giving, he just didn’t fully realise what it would take from him.

After the war, no one wanted to know of him. His people, his brother’s people, hated him. The west was glad to forget about him, so much for his best friends. And Russia… Well, Gilbert thought the eastern nation wanted to hurt someone as much as he had been hurt.

He and Ludwig had hurt the other man badly.

For his massive union, Ivan was alone. Gilbert, on the wrong side of the wall, was mainly forgotten.

Alone and forgotten seemed nearly the same thing.

Maybe Russia and Prussia had something in common.

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Prussia had walked in the shadow of Gemany.

Gilbert had come to terms of being forgotten in favour of Ludwig.

It was okay, he was glad to be home at last and to see his little brother thrive.

He would forever recognize the look of someone who was forgotten. Someone who was alone.

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Everyone loved her little sister. Perfect little Feliciana.

Loved the woman so much they forgot the true heir of Rome. His oldest grandchild.

So of course they would forget about Chiara as easily.

As the people gathered around the representation of Italy, the older sister was left in the rain.

Chiara tried to take cover near a small, closed store and watched as the crowed moved away from her without noticing her absence while the rain continued to pour down on her.

Until it suddenly didn’t and she looked up. The brother of the potato eater her sister liked. The older potato eater. She was about to tell him to mind his own business when he spoke up.

“Want to follow that crowed or do something that is actually fun.”

“The fun is where that crowed is.” She answered sharply.

“Only if they remember you.” He looked at her. “I’m alone here and they seem to have forgotten about you.”

“Alone and forgotten are nearly the same thing.” She answered.

The right thing to say, since the man smirked and lead them in the opposite direction.

Chiara had never felt this happy to walk besides someone, the way she was happy to walk by this other forgotten nation’s side.

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Maybe there was something to the way her little sister talked about her potato eater.

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@prumano-week prompt forgotten.

No matter what happens or which houses they will get sorted into, they were meant to be together and everyone knows it.

Prompt: Free day/Harry Potter for @pruktober.

Prompt: werewolves for @pruktober.

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He should have stayed away, she had told him to stay away.

But he had cared about her and wanted to make sure she was well.

She should have told him what kind of monster she is, maybe then he would have listend to her and stayed far away.

Gilbert might have hated her for what she was, but he would have been spared her curse. Now, because she had attacked him, he was like her. Would suffer like she did.

So why was he comforting her?

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Prompt fairytales for @hetaween-event-2022, but I started the sketch for the prompt mermaid for @pruktober.

Gilbert stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he saw her. She was as beautiful as she always was, but that didn’t stop him from staring at her in horror. Or the infant in her arms. The way Daina was rocking the child in her arms to sleep while softly cooing at it looked right on her, but he was nowhere ready to deal with a baby.

He only just got ready to give this relationship a go and he was still very new to it, yet Gilbert had grown to trust Lithuania who knew how to survive in this household and had taught him how to after the war ended.

There hadn’t been a small child for him to take care of since Ludwig had been little. Which made him think about how much he missed his little brother, being separated from him by that damned wall. How quickly he had grown up, much faster than Gilbert himself, but the younger nations seemed to grow so fast these days.

Only now did she notice him. “Hello Gilbert.” Getting no greeting in response, the Lithuanian woman took a closer look at her partner. “What’s wrong?” she asked, seeing the fear on his face.

“Please tell me that isn’t yours.” As he pointed at the small, noisy bundle in her arms. Daina looked at him like he lost his mind. “It’s not mine, right?!” She simply signed as she shook her head.

“No, of course not. This is the little girl of one of the woman working in the kitchen.”

The Prussian supported himself against the wall before leaving the room.

“I’m getting a beer!” He yelled out in relief. Lithuania smiled softly and continued to rock the human child while she looked as her love fled from the room.

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Prompt: accidental baby acquisition for @lietpruweek.

Prompt Huddle together for warmth for @lietpruweek