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The wait is finally over! We proudly present the Hetalia World Stars Fan Anthology!!

The anthology can be viewed in this google drive. There is a high quality and low quality pdf.

I also just want to thank everyone on the mod team for their hard work helping me with this project, and an even bigger thank you to @raven6229 for putting the entire thing together!

Lastly, thank you to all of the amazing people who contributed to this MONSTER of a love letter to Hetalia. 364 pages of content is no small feat, you guys are great.

hasta la pasta - frukmerunning

Cuddles

(Because I'm feeling self indulgent and touch-starved, take this for my day 1 piece :3) @spaus-week

He had been sitting there for hours, writing, rewriting, dotting the staff paper over and over to achieve something. But what? There was no point to it, he would only ever look at this piece and see a failure. This composition would never be perfect as it was. Maybe it was time to reconsider the sounds of the modern day, maybe even return to that era of structure and style that didn't fit much more than the art he wanted to create. Maybe he needed to give it up for now, laying down and accepting defeat, but what good would that be?

Then, bursting through the door, his beloved spaniard came to provide him with something to eat. Roderich had set Antonio on a fetch quest a while ago, feeling pangs of hunger in his fragile stomach. So, dutiful as he was to most everything else, Antonio took no less than an hour to return.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to take so long!" The spaniard sighed, exhausted. "I felt stupid walking into those buildings and looking around and buying nothing. Nobody had what you wanted!"

"Felt?" Roderich scoffed.

"Aw, don't be like that." Antonio approached from behind, and Roderich let him. Good, this was a game, he thought. "I've been around the entire city looking for your very specific desserts, and all for what reward?" His hands snaked around the Austrian's body, holding him softly and swaying to the beats of his own heart. "The least I deserve is a kiss, no?"

"Hm, true..." Roderich took his own hands from the staff paper, inevitably relaxing into the sways of his own beloved. "But first, how about you take me away from here. I'm getting tired, and I'd like to rest."

"Rest how?" That could have meant anything from going out to eat to forsaking all dignity to sleeping.

"You decide. I'm so tired, I can't think straight." And those words were what damned Roderich to the act of being loved.

"Alright, I see." Antonio lifted the pianist, smiling in that stupid way he always did. He carried the man like a bride or a princess, letting him acquaint himself with the lack of control slowly. Most have known Roderich was prone to overthinking, but Antonio also knew that revoking the right to do anything would help him stop thinking so much. "No preference between the couch and the bed?"

"The bed sounds nice." Roderich muttered. He found himself incapable of struggling. Why would he, though?

"Bed it is." Antonio pressed a kiss to his lover's forehead, then carried both himself and the other to their shared bed. The pastry was even taken along, even in spite of the 'no food in bed' policy they instated. Comfort was inevitably prioritized over the efforts, and as it turned out, lying down and accepting that he had been defeated was far from pointless.

Crown and Cover

(Figured I'd use a couple prompts for this one. Enjoy me challenging myself not to use dialogue (unspoken words) and also writing a neat little story.) @spaus-week

Antonio was the most famously brilliant knight in this land. He could see the weakness in any style of fighting and deal with them accordingly. He wielded so many weapons in his lifetime, choosing currently to hold his favorite axe. Antonio was as fearsome as the way his king maneuvered his way through the bureaucratic process.

What a beautiful process it was to witness, all because he got to witness his king.

Antonio was devout to the crown. His life's work had been all for the one who ruled this handsome land. His love had been poured out for the sake of this great ruler many times. So now, standing aside for the umpteenth time, there was not a lot to say. He had already said it all.

He watched his lovely king, his Rodrigo, bargaining with the nobles of a place he didn't bother to memorize. He watched carefully, examining each flourish that the royal hands made. He watched his king play viciously through his game of chess, making moves so genius that the other party didn't realize they were being systematically punished for every action. Antonio craved the ability to speak to his king, but the guard was not to speak in dealings such as these, nor was he to speak of it at all.

King Roderich had told him specifically to stay quiet. He wanted to test his beloved knight's devotion. So far, it proved true.

Antonio could have said something about the way those nobles felt so confident in their position. Roderich could have led them on himself, made them believe that he was truly planning something else. But, both had learned new ways of thinking from the other. The crown glinted in the light, and his cover stood over him in a show of dominance.

By the time the nobles realized they had been ensnared, the king was staring impatiently into their souls, as his knight eyed the jugular. With a simple glare, both motioned for the immediate resolution of this issue. The nobles would comply, gritting their teeth and signing their right to operate under no supervision away. Finally, when they left, the King and his favorite guard could relax.

Antonio fell into Roderich's waiting hand, the king having now turned to face his beloved soldier. The words went unspoken, the time went slowly, and the crown was slowly draped over by his cover's body. Roderich pushed up a little on the heavy armor, but it was no use. Antonio lifted himself anyways, listening to every word that was never said, just like he always would.

I made something :3