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I havenât really watched hetalia and years and Iâm still in love with America. I would be on my deathbed and thinking about him.
As you lay in bed, all you can hear the sound of your neighbors fighting in their native tongue. Eyes wide open, you stare at the stain on your ceiling, which looks uncannily like Kennedy.
It seems like everyday is the same since he left. All you do is go to work at your dead end office job where you sort and file documents away, and then you come home to make a meal for one. Sometimes, youâre not sure if you miss him or not having meatloaf leftovers. Mainly, you just want to know that heâs okay.
A sharp knock rings on your front door, and you bolt up in bed. You blink a few times before putting on your glasses and looking at the time. Itâs 1 am, and you donât get visitors during the day.
Quickly, you pull on your robe and knot it tightly. Youâre still not sure whether youâre going to open the door or not. You pad quietly up to the front door, not peeking out of the peephole or calling to ask who it is. You just wait on the other side, dumbfounded.
A softer knock, and a lilting voice, âBella, I know youâre on the other side of the door. Please open up.â
Itâs all you can do to slowly open the front door. Loving is on the other side. Heâs in a loose fitting button down and jeans. Itâs just occurred to you that youâve never seen him in anything less than a suit.
You want to jump into his arms and hug him, but all you can do is stand like a deer in headlights, watching him to make sure itâs real. Both of you stand in the small, dark living room, taking each other in.
âWhere the fuck have you been?â It comes out as a snarl, but you mean to be much more tender. âI donât hear from you in days, and I go to your brother. He says youâre out on some fucking business? For 3 months?â
Lovinoâs mouth starts to scowl, but he puts on a plain face again. Heâs trying to be the calm one in the situation. âWeâve been over this, I canât tell you what I do. You canât get too close. But Iâm here, and Iâm safe. Isnât that enough for right now?â
You lean against the shut front door, letting the cool veneer trace your fingertips. âNo one will tell me anything. When do I finally get to know you? When do I get to stop guessing?â
âYou know me,â is all he has to offer.
âNo, I donât. I donât know where you go during the day, much less where youâve been for three months. I donât know why you have all the money you do when youâre a supposed cars salesman. I donât know why youâre on the phone at all hours, yelling at people in languages that arenât your own.â
You canât stand to look at him, so you look at the floor. You canât help but notice that you need to vacuum. Itâs probably been three months since you vacuumed. How serendipitous.
He puts his face in his hands and takes a deep breath. Itâs eerie to see him this calm, and you know he wants to raise his voice at you like youâre raising your voice at him. Itâs almost makes you angrier.
âIâve been in hiding.â It comes out small. Not meek, but scared. Heâs scared to tell you.
âWhat?â you ask, not sure you understand.
âIâm into some shady shit, Y/N. I messed with the wrong people, and they came after me. I had to go into hiding, and Iâm sorry I couldnât tell you more. It all happened so suddenly.â His light brown eyes are slanted, making him look angry. Thereâs a slight quiver to his chin. âI thought if I told you everything, theyâd come after you, too.â
Without a word, you take an open envelope from the table next to the door and walk over to him, pressing the paper into his chest. âIs this why Iâve been getting letters threatening me?â
Lovino reads the letter, which basically said someone was going to come after you at some point, and then he lets it fall to the ground. âWhen did you get this?â
âYesterday.â You can feel your anger fading. Now, all you feel is a mixture of relief and worry. Itâs an odd combination. âIâve been noticing someone following me home from work for about a week, though.â
He turns away from you and pushes the stack of books you had placed precariously on an end table into the floor in a rush of rage. He stands with his back to you, shoulders heaving, before he turns around again and runs a hand through his hair.
âWe can fix this and keep you safe, but youâre going to have to come with me. Pack a bag.â
The authoritative tone he takes with you doesnât sit well with you. âNo, youâre going to tell me everything thatâs going on first. Then, Iâll go with you.â
You turn on your heel and head towards your even tinier kitchen. He stands where you left him until you turn around and say, âCome on. I have an unopened bottle of wine we can split.â
Welcome back! What do you think the nations' favorite vacation spots are- other than their home, any group of countries is fine I just like scenery/activity prose
America
The mountains of his nation are very underappreciated, so that's where he likes to go. He'll be in a cozy cabin with nothing but a fire and the rations he needs for a week. Think somewhere on a lake in the Appalachian Mountains, where it's just him and no one else for miles. He'll hike trails and just generally take in what nature has to offer.
Canada
He likes to go somewhere where people know him. It's a little village tucked into the Canadian countryside that has rolling hills with snowcapped mountains in the distance. He'll spend his time down at the local tavern talking to people that seem to take an interest in him, which is something he is not used to.
Britain
Arthur likes the sea. It doesn't matter how freckled and sunburnt he gets, he likes to hear the waves lap against the shore and birds caw overhead. There's something about the smell that comforts him as well. He could spend hours underneath an umbrella in the brutal sun, reading a book. He'd never admit it, but he even like the left over sand that somehow gets in his bedsheets.
Update
I haven't written on this blog in 4 years. Since then, I have graduated college, worked at a state park for two years, went through at least 5 partners. Now, I'm 23. I'm about to get engaged. I adopted a dog! I'm going to law school in the fall.
All of this to say, I would love to start writing again. Please, if you have requests, please send them in! I'm open to suggestions and prompts!
XOXO - K
You hated him.
You hated how he raised his hand in class. You hated how he grinned smugly whenever he answered a question right. You even hated how he perched in his desk, as if he was ready to pounce on whoever dared him.
Itâs obvious that he has to be the smartest in the room, and it drives you up the wall because youâre supposed to be the smartest in the room.
âRight again, Mr. Kirkland,â your professor says from the front of the classroom, a response to an answer Arthur had said. You drown him out the best you can. From the front row, you can feel her eye roll. You like to think that you arenât his only hater. In your fantasy, the whole class bands together and tar and feather him.
Your hand shoots up, like you know what was just said. Youâre flying off the seat of your ass. The professor nods at you, giving you the go ahead.
âPersonally, I think Arthur fails to consider other mindsets. His view is very Eurocentric, excluding other cultures. We have to consider everyone when we make statements like that, which could be hard for someone who fails to hold empathy for anyone different from them.â
From across the room, you can feel Arthurâs eyes boring into you. You can feel blisters forming from the heat of his glare, and you try not to send a small smile his way.
The professor blinks twice before looking at Arthur. She opens her mouth before closing it and clapping her hands. âI think that does it for todayâs discussion. Iâm going to dismiss class a little early today. Have a nice weekend, guys.â
You take your time packing up your things. Every folder is laid carefully in your satchel, a leather thing that an ex brought you from Spain. You look up to make sure everyone is gone before walking up the stairs of the lecture hall and out the door.
The hallways are filled with activity as college students go on about their day. You keep your head held high as you walk through them, parting the crowd like the Red Sea.
You turn the corner, and suddenly the hallway is empty. Without thinking, you proceed down the hallway before someone grabs the side of your jacket and pulls you into an empty classroom. You smack at whoever has pulled you into the dark, hands meeting a soft button-down.
"Hey, be quiet," a British voice meets your ears as someone grasps your shoulders. Suddenly you're blind with rage.
Arthur Kirkland stands in front of you. His eyebrows are furrowed, and his cheeks are red. You push against his chest, but he holds firm. "Let go of me," you seethe.
He lets go, but his hands hover over you. You can sense the same warmth of hatred coming off of him. It's nice to know that the feeling is mutual, or at least you think.
You stare at each other for a moment. The eye contact is intense. Finally, Arthur breaks the silence. "Why are you always trying to embarrass me in that class?"
It takes all you have not to roll your eyes in his face. You cross your arms and lean on one leg. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He scoffs and crosses his arms right back. You can't help but notice how the cotton of his shirt morphs against his body and rides up his forearms, revealing dark hair. You have to turn your head away quickly. "Get your head out of your ass. You're always trying to outdo me in there. Everyone is, quite frankly, tired of it."
Your mouth falls open. You close it quickly, snapping it shut. "No, what everyone is tired of is you raising your hand and talking out of your ass. Guess what! Not everyone wants to hear your opinion! Even our professor is tired of you!"
You can hear your voice rising, becoming shriller with every word. You won't back down, and it's looking like he won't either.
"I have things to contribute unlike you. Your main goal is to embarrass me. You're obsessed with me or something."
With that, you turn on your heel and throw his hand up in his face. "I don't have to sit here and take this. Keep embarrassing yourself in class and making people hate you."
Before you know what's going on, Arthur grabs your wrist. You whip your head around to tell him to go away in less kind words, but then he pulls you in and presses a hard kiss against your lips.
The kiss lasts seconds, minutes, hours. You can't help but get lost in it. You were once rigid, and now you're melting into him. He holds you against him, and when the kiss ends, you both stay there completely still.
Hesitantly, you back away. He's let go of your wrist, and you're free to leave. You can't help but stare at your feet, thinking about everything that just happened. Finally, you gather enough courage to look into his eyes. "Well, see you in class."
With the graceful last words, you go back into the hallway and practically run back to your dorm. Now, you can't get Arthur Kirkland off your mind for a very different reason.
Is anyone even in the Hetalia fandom anymore? Or am I rejoining too late?
The plane soars in the cloudless sky. Alfred would consider it a beautiful day, but he was on a mission. He couldnât have a mission on a beautiful day. That immediately knocked it down to a mediocre day.
Just another day in the life of a pilot.
His radio cackles. KrautsâŚup aheadâŚmen down⌠The voice goes in and out. Krauts? They werenât supposed to be portrolling the skies that day.
Then Alfred saw the iron cross and swatiska. Damn. Of course. He goes to drop a few bombs, and now heâs in a dogfight! Maybe next his plane will just get shot out of the sky!
That was what he was thinking when he felt the explosion from one side of the plane.
Alfred woke up in a sweat. Was the crash a dream? He didnât bolt directly up. He lay in whatever bed he was in. Why was it so dark?
Was he even awake? He could hear men groaning and screaming. Some sobbed and prayed. It smelled like vomit, heat, and decaying flesh. He was definitely in the hospital ward.
Had his crash been a dream? Were his eyes open? Again, why was it so dark?
He reached up for his eyes. Alfred just wanted to make sure that his eyes were open. Pain shot through his entire body when he tried to life his arms. In defeat, he laid them back down at his side.
âOh. Youâre awake,â a rather chipper female voice said. Was she British? She had an accent. âNice to see you awake, Captain Jones.â
âWhere am I?â he said rather groggily. Alfred felt as if he had been ran over and spit at. âAm I in the hospital?â
He felt a hand rest on his forehead. âYep!â The nurse placed a cool, wet rag on his forehead. âYou were pretty banged up after a German plane shot you down.â Damn Krauts. âYouâve been in a coma for 5 days.â
5 days? Heâs been asleep for 5 days? âOh.â He blinked. His eyes were definitely open. âWhy canât I see? Do you have all the lights off? Is it night?â
He had so many questions. Why had he been in a coma? Why couldnât he see? Alfred had a right to know.
The nurse was silent. The space beside him was still. âHello?â he said again.
âCaptain, when your plane was shot down, you, Uh, you lost your eyesight. You lost all of it.â She sounded regretful. âSorry.â
Alfred fought through the pain and forced his hands up to his face. He felt around his eyes. There must be a bandage. Something.
His face felt normal.
A scream caught in his throat, and he covered his mouth. Tears caught in his eyes. âCaptain, are you okay?â
He turned his face towards the voice. Alfred slowly shook his head. How could he be okay?
Alfred uncovered his mouth, and sat there. He felt numb. He would never see again. He would never fly again. Heâd never see the stars or the clouds or pretty flowers and places. Heâd be forced to go home and face his family as a failure.
Thatâs when he started to shout. Tears ran down his face and onto his pillow. The nurse began to shake him, but there was no stopping him.
It felt as if his life had just ended.
He crawled in the window after standing out on the fire escape for who knows how long. Allen had debated long and hard over whether it had been the right time to come in.
City lights and the sound of cars below him followed him into the completely dark bedroom. He closed it again, quietly, for he still wasnât sure if he wanted to wake anyone up. Hs blocked out all views from the window.
Someone noticed. They turned over in their bed and faced the window. âAllen?â they asked groggily.
âAre there any other men that crawl into your room in the middle of the night? Should I be worried?â He took a step forward before realizing that his shoes made too much noise and took them off.
They giggled before yawning. âNo, I just wanted to make sure I wasnât getting robbed.â
He stepped closer and stood over their bed, waiting to see if a light in the hall came on. âDonât worry, Doll, youâre safe with me.â
âI know. I always am.â They pulled up the blankets, revealing an empty spot in the bed. âWanna join me? Iâm very warm and comfortable.â
It was like a question he didnât know he wanted asked. Allen sighed and got into bed with them. He cuddled against them and let them lay their head on his chest. âI just gotta keep a watch on my Dollface. Canât let anything bad happen to you.â
Their eyes were already closed again, drifting into sleep. âI know, Baby.â
In the middle of a moonless night, you knocked on the door of the groundskeeperâs cottage. There were no lights on inside, but you knew that he was up. He was always up when you needed him.
You knocked once more. âLovino,â you quietly yelled. âOpen up!â You didnât want to wake your father.
The door slightly opened, and Lovino stood in his work clothes. He looked sad, which was a change from his usual pissed off stare. You automatically fell into his arms, and he stumbled back. âWhat are you doing here?â
Tears formed in your eyes. Even his embrace couldnât make you feel better. Everything was just going wrong.
He softly closed the door and led you to his bed. It was a one room cottage. All there was room for was a bed, fireplace, and a table with one chair. Not exactly the highlife.
âWhatâs wrong?â He didnât sound too concerned. He just sounded sad. No matter. He could tell you why he was acting weird when you stopped crying. âYou know youâre not supposed to be here anymore.â
You grabbed a fistful of your night clothes and sobbed quietly. âWhere else am I supposed to go?â His cottage was your home.
He shrugged before sighing and sitting down next to you. Lovino carefully rubbed your shoulders. âI know.â
You leaned your head on his chest. His heart beat rapidly, and you couldnât help but smile. âMy suitor is coming tomorrow.â
âI know.â He broke away from you and stood. Lovino refused to look you in the eye.
âAre those the only words you know? Donât just tell me you know, help me think of a plan to run away! I canât marry them, Lovino.â You trailed after him with tears in your eyes.
He turned to the fireplace. âYou need to keep it down. If anyone find you down hereâŚâ Lovino didnât bother to finish since you both knew what would happen.
âWe can leave right now. I have some money stored in my wardrobe. We can buy a boat ticket. We could find an inn and try and find work there. Me and you!â He put his hands in his pockets and didnât answer.
âThatâs impossible.â He rolled back on his heels. He wanted to say something, but he just kept his mouth shut. That was unusual.
âI want to spend the rest of my life with you, Lovino. Not someone weird. You! Iâm in love with you.â
His shoulders slacked just a bit. âI love you, too.â He spoke softly and carefully.
âThen look at me.â You went to stand in front of him, forcing Lovino to look at you.
He was crying. Big, fat tears rolled down his face, and his mouth was set into a grimace. Lovino didnât even bother to wipe away the tears before speaking. âI love you so much.â
âThen letâs run away together!â You gripped his shirt in your fists. âLetâs run away and never look back!â
He placed his hands on your shoulders and gently pushed you away. âWe canât.â Lovino walked over to his bed and sat on it before putting his head between his knees. âWe canât.â
You walked over to him and got on your knees in front of him. Carefully, you took his hands in yours and held them close to your chest. âAnd why not?â
Lovino didnât answer. He just shook his head. You began to look around the room. A sack of his belongings waited by the door.
âYouâre leaving.â You look at him with wide eyes before throwing his hands down and standing up.
He nodded slowly and began to cry harder. You distanced yourself from him, and you finally backed into his small table.
âYouâre leaving me.â
Lovino slowly looked up. He wasnât necessarily looking at you, still. âYour father gave me enough fare to get home. The only condition was that I leave and never talk to you again.â
âYouâre a coward!â You were so close to shrieking. âYouâre a damn coward, Lovino! If you really loved me, you wouldnât do this!â
âNo, (y/n). Iâm doing his because I love you.â He took a deep breath, stood and walked over to his sack of clothes. Tears flowed freely down my face. âThey have money. Youâre going to live a life I could never provide you. Youâre going to be happy.â
He slipped on his coat and put his hat on. You were too stunned to follow him. All you were capable of doing was watching.
When he opened the door, the room became darker, and the crisp air shivered you to the bone. Lovino grabbed the sack and looked at you one last time. âI really do love you, you know.â
With that, he walked out the door and into the night. By the time you could think enough to run after him, he was gone in a carriage. All you could do was crumple to the ground and sob.
It was electric. The strung lights overhead made everyone seem otherworldly. The garden seemed to come alive in the light from the bulbs and moon. Flowers climbed the tresses, and the stars twinkled in everyoneâs eyes. Arthur couldnât believe his eyes. It was almost like he had never seen anything more beautiful.Â
Except he had, and they were standing right in front of him. As they swayed to the music, they closed their eyes and reached for his hands. He thought he was going to melt into the dirt at his feet.Â
The music was live, and everyone else at the wedding was also out on the dance floor, whether they watched from the sidelines or held their partner close. The newlywed couple was in the center of it all, heads pressed closely together.Â
Arthur pulled his partner closer to his chest and placed his chin on their head. He hummed along softly. His s/o then spoke up, âArthur?â Their voice was hardly a whisper.Â
His eyes were heavy lidded, for he did not know if he could ever be happier. âHm?âÂ
They were hesitant to speak. The words kept getting caught in their throat. But with the music and lights and romance, there was no time like the present. That was what they told themselves anyway.Â
âI think we should be the next to get married!â they blurted.Â
Arthur stopped swaying for a moment and pulled apart to look them in the eyes intently. His face was hard to read. It sent a shock of fear through his s/o. They were never sure of the right timing.Â
But, again, there is no time like the present.Â
âWhy, I think that is a marvelous idea. Letâs get right on that,â he replied before pulling them close again and continuing to sway.Â
I won't force you ofc but if you're comfortable doing it, you totally should bc AAAAAAAAAA!!!!! đđâ¤đđđ§ĄđâŁđđ
I will heavily consider it! It may take me awhile to get back into the characters and everything though...
Oh my g od I love your writing style sm!!!!!!! Thank you for. Writing!!!!!
omg thank you so much! Itâs been awhile since Iâve written and nice words like this make me want to get back into it!
Bro can you do. Beelarus,,,, Ask out woman she loves,,,, pls,,,,,
She always thought of herself as sly and suave, for there had never been a problem with enticing people to love her. Natalya was just out of practice, that was all. Nothing to do with nerves.Â
âHey! Natalya! Are you listening?â the woman who sat in front of her said while giving a small wave. They were waiting for her bus, and then Natalya would walk the rest of the way to her house. Believe it or not, she was actually out of her way, but she did not want the woman to leave her just yet.Â
âYes. I was just distracted.â Oh, how the smell of the other ladyâs perfume made her dizzy. The early night stars seemed to burn brighter. Natalya thought she was going to be sick. What did one do in situations like this? Run and hide? Or push the butterflies down into her stomach?Â
The woman looked up at the night sky. The sun had just set, and stars dotted the still-orange sky. âMan, the stars are beautiful tonight. Very romantic.âÂ
Natalya did not know if that was a sign or not. Were signs given in situations like that? That would be better than the guessing game she was currently playing.
âI bought two movies tickets,â Natalya blurted out. Her fists were balled up with her dress scrunched in them.Â
The woman cocked an eyebrow. âOkay?â
Natalya could not even make eye contact. âI was hoping if you would accompany me. Not just as friends.â She wasn't sure if she should wait for an answer first or not. âWe can grab dinner after, also not as friends.â
Her heart pounded so loud that she was afraid that the entire world could hear her. She was afraid that the entire world would hear her small confession of love. She meant it only for the woman standing in front of her.Â
The woman looked surprised at first before her face softened. âNatalya, I would love that.âÂ
As they stared at one another in a not-so-comfortable silence, the bus pulled up and opened its doors with a squeak. The woman alerted. âHereâs my ride! But, hey, text me the details!âÂ
The woman gave her a quick peck on the cheek before bouncing onto the bus. As she pulled away, Natalya touched her hand to her cheek, butterflies still floating around in her stomach.
Which countries (1&2p) would be ok with an s/o who is 17? (It's a legal age in most countries)
Man, imma be honest, that makes me uncomfortable. Sure, there are a few I can think of that wouldnât mind it, but it would also paint the characters in a bad light.
Iâm sorry!
Do you weite for italy? Or possibly greece?
Ya know, I havenât written on this blog in MONTHS. But to get asks in my inbox again really makes me want to. I do write for both of them! If you send something in, Iâll whip something up
How the allies handle getting broken up with
America:
He makes a resolution to work out more. Heâll work out and go out and flirt and laugh until he realizes he canât do that because heâs heartbroken. Cries for a few days.
Canada:
Throws himself into work, hobbies, and himself. Likes to just spend the time alone and think about himself. Does wonder if heâll be alone forever, though.
China:
Knows that life goes on. Sure, heâs sad, but he can come out of it on top, and he knows that. If he really liked them, he may be a bit bitter for a few days.
England:
Depends on the ex. If it was nothing more than a fling, no harm, no foul. Heâll accept it graciously. If it was serious, heâll probably drink himself into a stupor and drunk text his ex that he misses them.
France:
Like Yao, he knows that life goes on. Will be sad of course, but he will always seek out love. He will take the time to work on himself, and he knows that he will love again.
Russia:
Shuts himself out for a few days until heâs functional again. Wonât change clothes or shower during this time and he may or may not cry all the time. Hopes they can remain friends despite it all.
Please can I request 1p allies and axis first meeting their S/O and what they first notice about her. Thank you and have a great day :D
Hey bro I only do seven characters at a time. Feel free to pick one group and send this in again because I would like to write it :)