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@ofanglio
i FINALLY found the login for this blog again 😭
i'm not sure if tumblr is somewhere i want arthur and alice to live right now. with that in mind, i still adore writing them, and miss the connections i've built on these accounts!
if any mutuals want to stay in touch or maybe even write more, i can be found on discord as naijinks! please tell me your url/who you are if you add me! 💙
i FINALLY found the login for this blog again 😭
i'm not sure if tumblr is somewhere i want arthur and alice to live right now. with that in mind, i still adore writing them, and miss the connections i've built on these accounts!
if any mutuals want to stay in touch or maybe even write more, i can be found on discord as naijinks! please tell me your url/who you are if you add me! 💙
“Trusting is hard. Knowing who to trust, even harder.”
— Maria V. Snyder, Poison Study
I think the best part of the UK Bros reveal is that they canonically live together, imagine the absolute chaos that is generated in that household
Artie
Before 2021 ends tell me something you always wanted to tell me.
Alternatively, have the sending muse tell the receiving muse something they’ve always wanted to tell them.
Remember to specify muse for multi-muse blogs!
"I want a boyfriend," no you want to pin a boy to a wall with a dagger to his throat, don't settle for less.
@lilli-of-the-mountain sent: Mistletoe, intentional (because Lilli would not have it any other way)
mistletoe. / accepting.
arthur barely bothers to feign ignorance as lilli leads him away from his seat on her couch, making only the quietest of grumblings of her stealing him from comfort for her unknown schemes. but then again, there isn’t much she could do to displease him. spending the winter holiday in her home has returned a fraction of the spirit of ‘magic’ so important to this holiday, & arthur is more than willing to succumb to any of her wishes to express his gratitude.
as they near the threshold to her rooms, his gaze slips to the ceiling, eyeing the green leaves & little white bubbles trapped among them. a smile pulls at his lips, amusement & fondness budding in his chest. of course.
“ ah, i should have known you would be so interested in the spirit of tradition, ” he murmurs, hands slipping from hers to find their way around lilli’s waist. “ though you should know by now that you hardly need a dangling plant to get me to kiss you. ”
there was an attempt on ibispaint
festive
send me ‘ mistletoe ’ for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with your muse. specify whether it’s accidental or on purpose.
from x. / @sorte-de-vida
as though the motions are familiar to him, arthur makes quick work of dabbing the remnants of cream away from joão‘s lip with his napkin, folding the barely soiled cloth & tossing it in the nearest rubbish bin. in time, perhaps the whipped cream would’ve been licked away, but during it’s short-lived time it had simply been too ... distracting.
“ if there’s something i’m certain no one would ever pay attention to, it’s me, ensuring how well groomed you are, ” he answers with a scoff, eye rolling. to prove his point, the englishman raises his hand again to adjust the other’s collar, pressing his fingers flat against the material once he’s satisfied with his work. settling back into his previous station across the table, arthur raises his own warm mug to his lips.
it’s easy to find a soft contentment in their present moment. simply at ease in one another’s company, watching the autumn leaves gather outside & dance in the passing breeze. arthur is distracted when he speaks again, resting his chin on the back of his hand. “ besides, there’s worse rumours, aren’t there ? ”
@whiskyscots sent: ❛ you were outside for one minute, how can you be dying of hypothermia?! ❜
winter themed. / accepting.
“ i never said i was DYING. ”
it isn’t as though he’s aiming to be terribly dramatic, regardless of what alasdair may think of him. simply commenting on the cold is hardly out of place, considering the harsh winds pushing & tangling his hair. ( though, perhaps, saying “ it’s fucking freezing ” could be misinterpreted as exaggerating to the extent alasdair appears to assume. ) his lips curve into a scowl, both in mockery of the frigid weather & the scotsman - &, to some extent, himself. the thin corduroy coat draping over his shoulders is appropriate for the season, but not for taking into account all the features that can make a winter’s evening so unbearable.
“ my apologies for complaining, ” arthur continues, tone sharp as the drippings of ice dangling precariously from the rooftops, “ but i was under the impression this would be a quick venture. if you’d been honest about how much of my time i’d be wasting, i would’ve dressed more appropriately. ”
he tries to be discreet as they step inside, shaking loose flakes of snow from his hair in a swift, undignified motion. unbuttoning his coat, the englishman folds the slightly dampened fabric over the bend of his arm, another quiet breath of annoyance escaping his chest. “ i’m afraid not all of us are privileged enough run as warmly as you do. ”
@vonprasserei sent: ❛ come here, let me warm you up. ❜
winter themed. / accepting.
“ and you expect me to believe you’re warm ? ” he scoffs, wrapping his arms more tightly around his body. not that the possibility of seeking warmth alongside julia is unappealing, but that would mean admitting to the chills traveling through his body, or the slight shiver to his frame. & he’s far too proud for that.
still, under the bundle of blankets she’s surrounded herself with, julia looks more enticing than arthur would care to admit.
he glares in her direction for a few beats more before sighing dramatically, unfolding his arms & moving to fall into place beside the prussian. “ at least share the blankets, ” arthur mumbles, taking the corner of one blanket from her hands & wrapping it around his own shoulders. “ i make no promises about sitting comfortably. ”
Uh... England mood board?
Here you go! I hope you like it! (✿◠‿◠)
If anyone wants a Hetalia moodboard, send me an ask with the character (Canon, Nyo, 2P, ect.) and a theme if you want one!
@amantebravo sent: ❛ behold! the perfect snowball. ❜
winter themed. / accepting.
oh.
oh no.
while arthur would rarely describe himself as reckless, he recognizes a potentially dangerous situation when confronted with one. he looks to the snowball in antonio’s grasp, proudly held high & level with his gaze. then down to his own, pitifully empty hands. any sudden movements could incite the inevitable battle stretching out before him.
“ yes, i’m sure it’s an incredibly impressive snowball, ” he mutters distractedly, cautiously stepping to the side, gradually inching closer to the nearest tree under the guise of observing the snow still falling around them. he’ll only have one chance to get this right.
