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Hey there fans!
I’m sorry for the llong hiatus that I took this year, I hope that you guys can understand... A lot has happened to me this past year including joining a new fandom group called “Hetalia” and becoming a Tik Tok Cosplayer! If you guys are interested in following my sister page thehetaliaotaku then here’s the link to it -
https://thehetaliaotaku.tumblr.com/
Face family reacting to their s/o walking around the house wearing nothing but a bow tied around their middle and telling them it's because they are 'their Christmas present'
((This got buried, sorry babe))
France/Francis Bonnefoy- He’s going to pretty much fuck you in the get up, a few times. No need to dishevel such beautiful wrapping just to get to his present…
America/Alfred F. Jones- Will rip it off you right then and there, you better be ready to fuck on the floor because he won’t be able to make it to the couch, maybe not even the wall.
Canada/Matthew Williams- He’ll be very, very, very red because…well. C’mon.
England/Arthur Kirkland- REDRED RED. WILL EVENTUALLY TAKE YOU OVER A KITCHEN COUNTER BUT STILL, RED.
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Who said this “Those who call themselves ugly don’t realize that someone out there thinks that they are the most beautiful person in their eyes”
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I really have nothing witty to contribute because his face. Just look at it.
I finally finished this. /lies down
I’d exchange my long life for a short one if it meant that I could go my own way and live how I wanted to. Nations don’t have that choice, but for humans it’s a whole other story.
Ludwig: Couldn’t you go to a barber? If it’s money you need, I can just give you some.
Lutz: This ain’t about the money! Just do as I say and get in the RV!
Ludwig: Wh—!! This place is a pig sty! If we’re going to do anything here, we’ll have to clean up! Is that knackwurst on the couch!? How many empty cans of beer are you going to leave on the floor?!
[CRASH! CRUNCH! RATTLE!]
Ludwig: …Are these your boxers? IT’S MOIST!
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That’s right, dummkopf. You better get used to what you’re seeing because–
Guten Tag Lutz! :3 I was wondering if you could show us your old military uniform. Please?
They didn’t hold any kind of sentimentality really.
An old picture of me from my pilot days.
(( My submission for ask-lady-austria’s Finish It Event! ))
Hi Lutz! I was just wondering if you hang out with 2P Italy or 2P Japan still? If so, what do you guys do for fun?
We watch movies sometimes.
Out of all the 2P's who has the best butt? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
From what Iv’e seen everyone has some quality junk in the trunk. B̶u̶t̶ ̶I̶ ̶m̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶a̶d̶m̶i̶t̶ ̶L̶u̶t̶z̶ ̶h̶a̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶f̶i̶n̶e̶s̶t̶ ̶a̶s̶s̶ ̶I̶'̶v̶e̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶n̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶a̶ ̶w̶h̶i̶l̶e̶.̶.̶.̶
can you write something about france, lavender, and rain?
Dot a dot dot.
The hardwood was chilly beneath you.
Dot a dot dot.
The greyed sunlight tried desperately to caress you, seeking an opening through each crevice, gently pressing against your arched back.
Dot a dot dot.
The windows were misted, your forehead resting against the glass as weary eyes traced patterns in the soil beyond, squinted as you glanced up into the horizon swirling in smoke and abalone.
Dot a dot dot.
The rain is good, you ventured. The rain brings life to the gardens, gives life and hope to all the creatures sharing the same sky.
Dot a dot dot.
But after one of the wettest years on record, with no end to this warmth in sight, you were growing mildly restless.
Dot a dot dot.
You missed the snow.
Dot a dot dot.
You missed winter.
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You missed the flashes of red as cardinals darted from hibernating apple trees to resting lilac brush, missed the frantic darting of russet as the foxes would playfully snicker around the hedgerow.
Dot a dot dot.
The rain had been ceaseless this year, and while part of you was eased by the soft shades it painted the world in, it was growing tedious again.
Dot a dot dot.
Just one day of snow.
Dot a dot dot.
Was that too much to ask?
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Voices carried to you from downstairs, weaving joy and warm thoughts into the quiet of the library. Much like the fading sunlight, they tried to find their way into your spirit, raise you from your self-inflicted despondence. But they fell short, left with nothing to escort save the dust bunnies lazily swirling in evanescent sunbeams.
Dot a dot dot.
Footsteps soon followed, one voice carrying above the others as he sought you out, each breath, each call, each plea growing frantic, dread and concern carrying to you from the gilded halls.
Dot a dot dot.
You left your eyes to drift shut, resting your head against the window pane.
Dot a dot dot.
You were so tired.
Dot a dot dot.
“Chere?”
Dot a dot dot.
His voice alone was enough to warm you, enough to stir you slightly away from your doldrums and bring your focus back to the present. The soft intonation lingered like a lullaby in your ear, gentle as a kiss and sweeter than cranberries.
Dot a dot dot.
You hummed a response, summoning all possible effort to raise your eyelids, tracing your focus across his worried features.
Dot a dot dot.
“Chere-”
Dot a dot dot.
The soft plea again, the purest form of devotion. His fingers hovered across your cheeks, found sanctuary behind your ear, thumb wiping softly beneath your eye.
Dot a dot dot.
“Why are you crying?”
Dot a dot dot.
The moisture wasn’t entirely from the frigid condensation then, was it?
Dot a dot dot.
“Cher-”
“I’ve missed you.”
Dot a dot dot.
All of the words and hopes and dreams and unshakeable anguishes of the past hour disappated away into that one coherent truth, the numbness of your core lingering only in your extremities, banished by his grounding warmth, his patient devotion and love.
Dot a dot dot.
There was a tentative smile, the gentle sweep of cornflower irises calling forth a flicker of yearning, of anticipation. He did not make you wait, the placid press of lips to your forehead summoning a smile, an assured jolt of life flickering through your veins.
Dot a dot dot.
“I am home now, my love. I am entirely at your command.”
Dot a dot dot.
You felt the spark of mischievousness, a smirk darting across your lips. “Careful, dear. A person could easily abuse that kind of power.”
Dot a dot dot.
An upturn of his lips on your skin, and he slowly trailed kisses down to your neck, each breath and pause another wave of warmth, of life, of precious vitality weaving itself through your very soul.
Dot a dot dot.
“How lucky I am then that I have you-”
Dot a dot dot.
“After all-”
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“You are too merciful-”
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“Too kind-”
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“The epitome of compassion-”
Dot a dot dot.
“I could trust you with the very stars and know you would do nothing save make them shine brighter in the joy of having known you.”
Dot a dot dot.
The finality of his proclamation was set with a small press of lips to your temple, soft sighs settling into steady breaths to the gentle harmony of the endless rain.
Dot a dot dot.
“Francis?”
Dot a dot dot.
“Yes, my love?”
Dot a dot dot.
It was a creeping, lingering, selfish desire. It was a craving and a temptation that should be ignored in light of the guests downstairs. But the cold was still desperately seeking solace in your bones, and you had yet not the strength to banish it.
Dot a dot dot.
“A bubble bath?”
Dot a dot dot.
The soft puff of air near your ear indicated a quiet scoff, one never meant to offend. “All the power in the world, and you ask me for a bath?”
Dot a dot dot.
“Please?”
Dot a dot dot.
“I’ve ruled empires, my love. And you-”
Dot a dot dot.
You pushed away from him, enough to meet his playful gaze, take in the fondness of his expression. It was nothing more than banter, a lingering jestery that was rooted into his very being. But his eyes were sincerity, the amiable blue depths of summer.
Dot a dot dot.
“Would you prefer lavender or roses?”
Dot a dot dot.
“Ro-”
Dot a dot dot.
You paused, eyes flickering outside once more. The thorny remnants of your rose bushes still climbed the white arbour, still clung to the iron fencing around the small garden. The roses had never left. But the lavender-
Dot a dot dot.
“Lavender.” Your attention drifted back to his eyes, determination strong and decision set. “It reminds me of the night we met.”
Dot a dot dot.
Another secretive smile flit across his lips. Carefully, he raised your hands, pressing yet another kiss to your fingers. “Thy will be done.”
Dot a dot dot droo.
Descriptors for rain sounds stolen from Weather by Eve Merriam. Been raining at my house and overall the dreariness has been settling far too much into my own bones. Hope you enjoyed the repetitive use of onomatopoeias.
How You Met - France
【 France】
7:00 pm. He should be here by now..? You frequently glare down at your watch in curiosity as your heart thuds in your chest. Your date is supposed to be coming tonight, as the tow of you planned this out for many weeks. You weren’t dating yet and he seemed like the sort of guy who confidently forgot about everything. He forgot about your first date as well, but you thought you could give him another chance.
He was supposed to be here by 6:30, but here you were waiting an extra thirty minutes. You had a kind waiter who went by the name of Francis who kept coming back every five minutes or so to ask if everything was alright. He seems incredibly worried as your happiness is slowly draining from your features. By 7:12, your face is bright red and you are on the near verge of tears.
Francis, noticing this, immediately frowns and rushes over. “Mademoiselle, is everything alright?” He asks with a visible frown as he glances down to you. You just sniffle and wipe your tears with your finger, giving a small nod. “I’m fine, sir. I’m sorry, I won’t be ordering tonight.” You slide him a tip and slowly get up, grabbing your things while attempting to rush out as quickly as possible. You felt so incredibly ridiculous for crying in a public place such as this.
Francis stares at the tip for a brief moment and decides to leave it, immediately hurrying to follow after you. “Mademoiselle, s'il vous plaît! Wait!” He pleads as he grabs your attention once the two of you were outside alone, his eyes softening with worry.
You break into tears as they stream down your cheeks. You clench your fists, your eyes narrowed. “What do you want?” You hiss out as your heart was too broken at the moment to care. Francis hesitates at your tone, but he keeps his patience.
“I know it is none of my business, but what was wrong? I just want to ‘elp you, mon amie.” He softly asks as your eyes widen. You were just so incredibly rude to this man who actually cared for what made you upset! You calm down as you take a shaky breath.
You slowly glance off to the side with a hurt expression. “M-my date. He… he and I were planning this date out for a month. I… he didn’t show up at all..!” Your waterworks begin again as your cheeks grow red from the crying. Francis gasps out and slowly wraps his arms around you, hoping to comfort you with his hug.
He lets out a shaky breath, continuing to hug you. “Nobody deserves such a beautiful girl like you if they cannot even show up to dates. I… I am so sorry zat happened to you. Maybe I can make it up to you?” Francis suddenly offers, causing you to tilt your head.
“Make it up..? Sir, you didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t expect you to-,” however, before you can actually finish through your words, the Frenchman cuts you off.
He smiles softly, separating from the hug. “Mon shift is over in seven minutes. I can reserve a table just for you and moi. I will be out ‘ere waiting for you at 7:20. You can come or not.” Francis blurts out, though he realizes he hadn’t even known your name yet. You feel a warm blush spread across your cheeks at his generosity, making you nearly forget about all of your previous problems. You laugh out quietly, giving a small nod of your head.
“That sounds… lovely! I’ll be there. My name is Y/N, by the way.” You introduce as Francis nods his head.
“Je m'appelle, Francis Bonnefoy.” He begins as he gently lifts up your hand, placing a soft kiss upon it. “Enchanté, Y/N.”
[Translations] Mademoiselle - Unmarried woman S'il vous plaît - Please Mon amie - Friend (feminine) Mon - My Moi - Me Je m'appelle - My Name/ My name is Enchanté - Nice to meet you/ Pleasure meeting you!
~Admin France
“I am Always Here for you, Mon Amour.”
France x Reader. Sluggishly thrown onto the side of the couch, you bury your face into the pillow, not feeling as best as you could truly be. Today was not a good day and you felt at your wits end. You didn’t want to cry, but you felt the urge to do so slowly creeping up. Your lip quivers as you bite it, your hands beginning to shake from the overwhelming emotions. Finally, you let it slip. A single tear rolls down your cheek as you choke on a sob, your emotions pouring out your heart. Footsteps are heard behind you, though they stop momentarily. You don’t necessarily care as your face is buried into your pillow, your chest going up and down as your cry out. Suddenly, the footsteps continue and you feel a pair of arms sliding their way gently around you. A soft kiss is placed on the back of your head. Your eyes widen as you gasp out, your cries quieting down. You try to maintain yourself, but you can’t. You feel gentle fingers running through your hair, combing them out. Slowly you begin to sit up, only to be shown two pairs of watery eyes that showed concern. It was Francis. He said nothing to you, but flashed only a small smile. You sob out and crash into his chest, hugging him tightly. Your cries echo through the room, until Francis continues to gently rub your back and kiss your head. Finally, you begin to calm down, beginning to pull away. Francis gently lifts his hands up, cupping your cheeks with his soft hands. His loving gaze meets your own as he whispers, “I am always here for you, mon amour.”
