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Jessi - 29 y/o - he/they 18+ blog 😩 Prussia 😩 FrUK and SpaPort enthusiast

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My name is Jessi - I run a Gil blog called verschlimmbess3rn, but this is going to be my main Hetalia writing blog.

I'm 29 so PLEASE do not interact if you are under 18.

I'm British-American and live in the Midwest part of America.

My Prussia icon (above) was made on pic crew and has the appropriate artist tag in the lower left corner.

While I'm an avid Prussia lover, my favorite ships are FrUK and SpaPort.

Here's my Ao3:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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'Something About Us' on AO3

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Decided to try something new: Prussia/Old Fritz (except he is not old in this he's 19 and Gilbert is 21) - this occurs a year after the Katte affair (which if you don't know about you can read more about here)

Please mind the tags and enjoy!

Gilbert had never been graceful in his affairs. Well, he didn't have many affairs to begin with. But his affair with Friedrich had been one that had come out of the blue; something he'd never expected. He hadn't even known that he liked men before Friedrich. He hadn't known anything about love before him. And he wouldn't know anything like that ever again.

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Via on AO3

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

New FrUK fic!!!

I decided to do a podfic for this one, so if you want to listen to it you can find the audio file at the bottom of chapter 1 -- Chapter 2 is where the reading starts so head there if you'd rather just read it!

Francis filed in with the crowd of people who had gathered into the Tuileries Palace on May 21, 1871. A grand concert was being held there to aid the battlefield hospitals of the revolutionary new civil war known as the Paris Commune. Mere months prior, a French revolutionary government had taken ahold of Paris. A government for the people: one of inclusive and radical ideas. Francis had never seen such a thing take hold of France. His maman had told him of the revolution of 1848, when the Second Republic of France was established.

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It was the spring of 1871: Queen Victoria was in the palace, workers were on strike for better conditions, and the Royal Albert Hall was being built in London. Arthur lived a fairly normal life on the outskirts of the capital, working as a domestic servant for a lord's estate. It wasn't a luxurious life, but the Englishman was quite content waiting on the well-to-do and having generally more free time than the average coal miner or textile worker.

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Becoming João's on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/88647071

This is for @hetaberia-week's prompt of 'Day 4 - Mafia'!

Antonio squinted under the ominous florescent lights that flickered above him. He couldn't breathe properly, his breaths coming out in short, anxious huffs. Not much scared him, but this, this was terrifying. To have been caught whilst robbing the most notorious mob boss in Portugal, well, it wasn't exactly the best place to be.

Gilbert and Francis had managed to get away, but Antonio, he had been nabbed and brought directly to the boss himself. The man, João, was about his height, with long luscious brown hair that was tied in a low ponytail down his back. He wore something akin to a pirate outfit: a flowy white shirt with a V-neck that vaguely showed off his muscular chest, swooping brown pants that fit in just the right areas.

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"The Prince of Portugal" on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/88504216

This is for @hetaberia-week's prompt of 'Day 2 - Royalty'!

Prince João Barcelos was the most beautiful man Antonio had ever set his eyes on. A beam of light in the night sky, much like a full moon, illuminating the darkness with his good looks and fiery personality. He was everything Antonio desired in a partner: sharp and unforgiving, yet secretly caring and sweet underneath it all. Over time, Antonio had peeled back the layers of João to find what truly made him tick, and every coat he removed only made him fall further and deeper into this hole that he'd dug himself into.

It was tragic, then, that he was to be engaged to Princess Emilia Edelweiss of Austria. She too could be sharp and uncaring, but not in the way João was. His true lover could light a fire under him like no other, whereas he simply found Emilia irritating and grating, like nails on a chalkboard. He felt trapped; pinned between two boulders that only continued to grind against one another, painful and jarring against his skin and bones.