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Late night kiss(ThaiViet,minor fluff warning)
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Vietnam was doing her papers.It was late at night and she wasn't going to sleep until she finnish every last bits of papers.She is also somewhat of a workaholic,but she knows her limits and go to sleep and take care of herself.
It was another night of doing papers.She is doing it so she could do something good for herself and her citizens.A knock on the door was heard and she was already irritated.
"Was it Philippines? No,he should be asleep at 1AM now.Toto? No...why would a short elephant can knock like a human?.....AUGHHHH i think i have to stand up and open it myself then!"
She goes to the door and opened the door.Before she was about to scream,Thailand was in the doorway with a coffe in his hands and something else in his other hand."Thailand! Umm,what are you doing here late at night? Y'know you could tell me something in the morning!" She said,worrying about his condition more than herself
"And you should be going to sleep too.It's not good for your own" he replies,handing her the coffe."here,have this in the morning.I would be mad if you'd drink this tonight"
She looked at her Thai friend,then taking his coffe.She felt really akward while looking into the coffe.She take another look at him and noticed he had something behind his back.
"hey,what's that?" She asked out of curiosity.Thailand jumped because of it,a heavy blush hit the Thai's face,they stayed silent for a few second until he sheepishly answerd his cruah question "well,um...i was supposed to put this down with your coffe but uh,you can open it-"
His heart felt regretting this,but this was the opputunity to get close to her.She opened it and this is what it said:
'Your pretty face in the light,your hair flowing in the wind,you starring into the sunset.Oh,how lovely it is to see you like that'
She blushed deep at the poem he wrote.Thailand blushed alot from Vietnam reading his poem."OK! So,i like you for the longest time! Isn't that a good t-" his words cut of from Vietnam kissing him.Her arms wrapped around his neck,Thailand put both of his hands on her waist
*Time skip to the next morning*
Vietnam woke up in her room.She felt like heaven last night,She starred at the Thai's face and admired it.Thailand woke up to see Vietnam starring at him.Oh yeah,that was magic last night
it’s going to be alright(2p! Japan x depressed! Reader)
i recommend to all of you who are sensitive to self harm should ignore this
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You were alone in your home.You shared a home with your Japanese husband,however,he isn't always home.He only came home on the weekends,and at those moments,you know your just going to be alright
Suddenly,one day,you had enough.Your friends being fake,everyone blaming things on you,and of course,your family making you feel like a burden.You can't handle it anymore.The pain.The suffering.No,it need's to stop right here,right now
It was a Friday,that means Kuro will be home tomorrow.But you don't want to see your beloved husband see you dead on a puddle of blood,no,it’s just too horrible to imagine that.But you can’t take the pain anymore,you just have to do it today
but before you do that,you are gonna write a message to him first.Just to let you know you are going to leave this world.You texted him a message,then you proseed to do something horrible to yourself,you cut your wrist.You started to regret it,but it’s worth getting out of this pain
just as you were going to cut your other wrist,a hard knock on the door was heard.”(y/n) LET ME IN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING,DEAR?” he said.You started to tear up just by his shouting,turns out he cares about you alot...you stopped cutting yourself and unlocked the door
“Kuro..” you said,still tearing up.He hugged you real tight,he didn’t want to let you go,he was so worried about you.”(y/n)-chan....why? Why did you do that? Is it something i did? prease tell me!” he said,trying to comfort you
you tell the story,he understands why you are doing this.
“it’s ok..everything will be fine”
[- I'm right up this one's alley lmao. Wait that's bad]
- Trouvaille, Chapter 4
"If it pays the bills, then it's a job!"
- Trouvaille, Chapter 1
"Are we flirting right now?"
- Secure World, Chapter 4
The ensuing fight was... well, it was funny.
- The Silly Squad, Chapter 10
teehee
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OH YEA LEMME JUST
I made one of these cool things 🙏🙏 please take a look at it :) your response would be appreciated
HOW DO YOU COME UP WITH YOUR GODLY IDEAS. also what other hetalia ships do you like besides those in your fics
hello anon, thank you for the compliment, but i assure you that god has no hands in my ideas.
they're the product of the need to see something in the world, and when i write it it's usually good so! ye. though i can say i keep a masterlist of my thoughts (it appeases the inner doitsu. /ij)
as for my hetalia ships, i need to make my full chart, but back in the days of when i first joined i was huge on geritapan and fruk, but lately i've been big on spaus! hoping to write something for the latter pairing soon
"Aren't you supposed to debate me on that? You love being right."
"Well, I happen to agree with you."
- The Silly Squad: Devious Retribution, Chapter 12
Number 4 for the fanfiction asks?? 🙏🙏 if you want to ofc
hiiiii :wubby:
"4: How do you choose which fics to write?"
well it's really a matter of what makes my brain buzz the most on a certain day, but most of the time, i set a schedule to write a certain amount of words in a fic.
there's less structure to it than i'd like, but it makes me happy to write
SORRY THIS WAS LATE I DIDNT REALIZE I NEVER HIT POST
IM BORED AND I WANNA WRITE SOMETHING please gimme requests.
Hey it's me. I'm sure you already know what I'm going to ask.
GerEng...and for the prompt...I'm currently studying for midterms and burning out so something about studying/working and getting burnt out?
Hello omg 😳 Gladly!
Have a lil... softness. :)
"A Brief Recess"
Feat. The silly little guys i guess B)
It was a boring day. A day so normal that an immortal nation-personification-representative would never remember it under normal circumstances. Though, the assembly was a thing to remember.
That's what Arthur believed anyways. It was so incredibly boring that he began to watch his fellow "delegates" during this day's boring summit, watching their bored faces scrunch in disapproval. Though, when his eyes fell on a certain man, he felt the boredom replace itself with a new feeling. One he tried not to acknowledge.
Ludwig, normally the most alert of anyone, looked entirely disheveled. His eyes were halfway closed throughout the current speaker's remarks, and his pen was clicked lazily throughout the whole thing. Even his hair, normally slicked back, was messy and a bit unkempt. That little ballpoint pen might have been the only reason he was still awake. One had to wonder how he had come to this point, but the answer was obvious: the man was working himself to death.
This was unacceptable. Not because he wasn't being professional, but because the exhaustion was further progressed than it should ever be. It was unacceptable because it made Arthur worried. Too worried.
Ludwig even looked ill. He looked like he could collapse at any moment. The sight was so pitiful that Arthur had to pity him, indulging his caring heart.
He raised his placard, labeled "England," and coughed to get the speaker's attention.
"Motion to hold a brief recess, fifteen minutes."
"Herr Kirkland," The speaker, Roderich, began. "We're an hour out from the end of today's gathering. Can't it wait?"
"What of it? It's not like anyone's listening to you, you've been going on about your finances in so many directions that I can't think straight."
"... Does anyone second this?" The Austrian asked, annoyed.
A few placards were raised, further annoying him.
"Any opposed?" He hissed.
Ludwig was the only one to oppose, at which Arthur shot him a glare. Not of anger, but of disbelief.
"Seeing a majority of seconds, the motion is granted." Roderich scoffed as he announced it as the host of this day's events. "Take your fifteen minutes already." He seemed a bit salty.
At that, Arthur stood and went to Ludwig's side, sitting right next to him.
"What do you want, you wanted time to rest. Go take it..." The German was unusually quiet as he scolded the Englishman. He sounded almost like he was whining, as opposed to a usual demanding tone.
"That wasn't for me." Arthur started, equally quiet for his sake. "It was for you."
"What-?" A brow raised was all Ludwig could muster.
"I'm serious! Why are you so disheveled? You look like you've just crawled out of the fires of the underworld." He had a penchant for exaggerating, but this time, it was true.
"I might as well have, I've been working all week." He rolled his eyes, staring back at Arthur.
The moment they finally made eye contact, Ludwig felt himself melting. Not because he was upset, but because Arthur was. It was as if there was an underlying care in his scolding glare.
"Have you even eaten?" Arthur asked, prompted by the way Ludwig sunk into the table.
"You of all people should know we can survive without-"
"Immortality be damned, you need food! And what about water? Or a bath?"
"Um.." It was at that point that Ludwig finally crumpled a bit, falling more into the desk. "..no."
"Bloody hell- I'll have to do something about that, won't I?"
Ludwig tensed.
"Calm down, I'll take you somewhere for dinner. Tonight. Actually, right after the meeting ends."
"Are you... are you sure?" In spite of everything, Ludwig blushed a bit. This was an odd way to be asked out. Especially considering the situation.
"Positive. For now, though, I'm going to get you a water. Stay here and rest your eyes, alright?"
"Mhm..." He didn't hesitate to lay his head down on the desk. In fact, he could barely resist sleep. And so, as the world darkened around him, he let himself imagine being held in the arms of someone he'd been admiring for far too long. Someone with emerald green eyes he could lose himself entirely in.
He opted to blame his heart for making his head hurt, rather than the lack of hydration.
Arthur left hastily, running to the nearest vending machine he saw and putting in a bill. Once he had obtained the water, he returned to the conference room, only to see that Ludwig had fallen asleep before he could come back.
Poor dear.
Setting the bottle down by the placard, he took his place at the table once again. In spite of the recess' end, he couldn't keep his eyes off of Ludwig, as if hoping to will the man into rest. Gradually, he noticed himself getting a little too hot for the room, his face burning.
"What is wrong with me..?" He asked himself, accidentally out loud.
All eyes were on Arthur Kirkland in that moment. The subject of the room's curiosity went red in the face.
"Bugger off, would you?"
Except, they didn't. Not even when the meeting ended, and Arthur went quietly to Ludwig's side to wake him gently.
A few words were audible to anyone who listened:
"Come on, love. It's time to go."
"But-"
"No buts." Arthur lifted the taller man out of his seat on his shoulder with considerable effort. "Christ, you're heavy-"
"Oh, I can stand-" Ludwig held his own weight, despite wobbling a bit.
"No, it's fine. Feel free to lean on me, actually." Arthur held his hand as they walked outside, taking a moment every now and then to check on the taller.
Ludwig looked a little less exhausted, which was good. He slowly got into a rhythm with his steps, signifying a return to the waking world. Of course, when he almost walked out into traffic, Arthur had to grab him.
Neither minded, though. Bar the scary experience.
"You alright there?"
"Less tired now..." His dull eyes betrayed him, proving his answer to be a lie. "Can we just go back to the hotel? It's on the way."
"Of course, but I'm still buying you food."
"You don't have to, I can-"
"Shush." Arthur continued to lead him until the reached the building of their chosen hotel. It wasn't a difficult journey, after all.
Soon enough, Ludwig was on the couch in his room. He breathed deeply, trying to relax.
"There we go... Is there anything in particular you want?" Arthur put a blanket over him.
"Bread... That's all I could want right now..."
"I understand. I'll be back soon, alright?" Without thinking, Arthur put his hand underneath Ludwig's chin, effectively holding his gaze up.
Both men blushed, silently staring at each other for a solid minute.
"...what did you say again?"
"Just- Go to sleep. I won't be gone long." Arthur tore himself away, headed for the door with a huff.
Ludwig put his own hand where Arthur's was now missing, smiling to himself. "Don't, uh... don't forget the key."
"What do you take me for? As a gentleman, it's my duty to remember such things. And as an ill man, it's your duty to rest."
"I'm not ill-"
"You fit the bill, now lie down already."
With a sad face, Ludwig followed the order, watching the Englishman leave.
Arthur left, still red in the face and struggling to make his heart stop racing. He thought back on his decision to force the assembly to have a recess, reminding himself of one thing: it was just a kind gesture.
Right?
It may not have been something Ludwig would have asked for, but it was something he needed.
Arthur didn't want to admit that he cared, but after his actions today, he may be forced to. It wasn't like he was trying to care, it just happened. "Curses..." was all he could say in response to his heart's foolish insistence upon making him blush for that self-destructive fool.
He didn't realize that he'd been distracted, thinking about Ludwig, until he was back at the doors of the hotel with some groceries in hand. Once the door was unlocked, he was brought back to reality, because reality was far more necessary to think about than his own heart.
Ludwig woke at the sound of the hotel door opening, blinking a bit. "Oh, it's you... Where am I?" He looked confused, but not scared.
Arthur chuckled. "You're in a hotel, and I'm back with bread."
"Oh, good... I'm hungry."
"Good, because that's the whole reason I went out." He smirked and set the bag on the counter. "How does sourdough sound?"
"Good... Don't try to toast it, though." Ludwig tried to stand.
"Don't you dare try to stand, you're supposed to be resting."
"Mm... Wait, but-"
"No sir. Don't you dare." He gave Ludwig a look.
The man was back on the couch in mere seconds.
"Good. Now don't you worry about a thing." Arthur walked back to the room, a few slices of bread on the plate, along with some butter. He sat down next to Ludwig, unintentionally curling up next to him.
"Is there a reason you're...?" The German put an arm around him nonetheless.
"No... But if it gets you to rest, I don't mind it." There were more reasons than that, but excuses were a comfort he tried to enjoy.
"Well, it's okay... I like it..." Ludwig started to drift off again, holding Arthur to his chest.
"I like it too." Arthur muttered. He let himself be held, relaxing as well.
Through the night, the pair cuddled each other. They slept peacefully, not even disturbed by each other's warmth. The soft rise and fall of each chest lulled them both into true rest.
The day had been boring, sure, but the night was gentle enough to remember.
does grabby hands
Write a short story where England is angry at America, because England stepped on one of Sealand’s legos, that America bought for Sealand, and then finland is angry at Denmark, because he also stepped on a lego, and Denmark bought Sealand some legos.
I'm sorry, I'm not currently accepting prompts and I don't know when I'll start that up again.
But maybe I'll put this on the backburner because it's a funny idea. Unless someone else would like to take this on. I know I have a lot of mutuals a bit more experienced with humourous fics compared to me.
Scary creatures, five year old children.
- Riposte, Chapter 6
this reminded me to work on my SCP Foundation/Hetalia fanfic bye-
this fandom needs more gore especially in fics tbh
me w/ my (gestures to the ao3 stuff)
friendly reminder to the people who support me in this silly au: i love you so much
Part of the Keep me series (which I rename Humans, because I'm oh so original).
Summary:
Romano's life was perfect until a madman decided to screw everything up. Or, the one where Lovino and Feliciano finally find each other.
I made something :3