So, I probably won't do an official PrUKtober this year given the dwindling participation (plus I want to try some new events over on my @hwsevents blog), however-!
If you guys make any Halloween/fall themed PrUK pieces, I'd be glad to still reblog them!
Feel free to use any of the previous prompts or even new ones!
I forgot to post this for @hetaween-event 2025. An old work with Hetaween 2022 day 2 prompt "Monsters aren't real!" combined with @pruktober 2022 day 10 prompt Naga.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Title: Oceandeep
Rating: M, Major Character Death
Summary:
'"You're going to be the death of me, aren't you?"
A toothy grin broke out on the mershark's face. "Pray that I make it quick."'
For over a decade, Captain Kirkland and the fine men on his ship 'Diana's Dirge' terrorize the seas, with a stark-white fin and rose quartz eyes in tow. For seven of those years, they live on stolen time.
The Reaper always collects her due.
Originally for day one of PrUKtober, Pirate x Mermaid!
For those who are curious about the ship or simply wondering why it exists, here's my explanation:
Their personalities go well together, they share history, and they canonically interact.
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Personality/Shared Interests:
They have a lot in common and could likely be good friends. Both fought for survival since they were young and eventually became strong empires. They're also arrogant and ambitious hard workers who enjoy beer, sewing, reading, gardening, and causing mischief.
They share a frenemy in France and don't easily connect with other people. Prussia supposedly has many friends, but when reminded of this he falls silent. Both are in denial of their loneliness.
Prussia comes across as loud and sociable, yet likes frequently wandering off by himself to reflect on his surroundings and write in his journals.
Meanwhile, England appears to prefer working alone and contemplating to himself, but still appreciates a good conversation.
They both seem to be good with inventions and machinery. Both are implied to have a punk phase and are fond of animals.
The Brothers Grimm originated in Eastern Germany. Prussia chose to read these fairy tales to HRE as a child. We know England is interested in fantasy creatures and literature.
Prussia was shown to play the flute in a strip while England sang about playing the bass guitar in Hatefutte Parade and was drawn with one in a sketch by Himaruya. Oh, and let's not forget Prussia plays a guitar, too. Broom guitar!
Post about how they complement and clash with each other.
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History:
They've supported each other quite a few times, though they've been at odds as well.
-Possible first interactions (1191-1409)
-War of the Spanish Succession (1701-1714)
-War of the Austrian Succession (1740-1748)
-The Seven Years War (1756-1763)
Anglo-Prussian Alliance
-The American Revolution (1775-1783)
-Prussian Invasion of Holland (1787)
-Triple Alliance (1788)
-The Napoleonic Wars (1803-1815)
-World War I (1914-1918)
-World War II (1939-1945)
-Abolition of Prussia (1947)
-There are other events (royal marriages, etc.) but I'm not listing everything.
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Canon Interactions
Part 1
Part 2
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If you also ship them, feel free to share more info in the comments.
So, I probably won't do an official PrUKtober this year given the dwindling participation (plus I want to try some new events over on my @hwsevents blog), however-!
If you guys make any Halloween/fall themed PrUK pieces, I'd be glad to still reblog them!
Feel free to use any of the previous prompts or even new ones!
Hello! I know it's very far past PrUKtober, but I'm finishing one of the wips I had planned to post and was wondering if you wanted me to tag you in it when I post it, since it was for the event?
Haha, sure! Go right ahead, I don't mind. More PrUK content is always nice. đ
Yearly update for the list of active hetalia blogs in 2024. Why am I doing it now well because I don't feel like doing it in January.
Are you an active Hetalia Blog in 2023
Let me know and tell me what you do and I can add you. If you have more than one blog I'll add them both.
Categories
Hetalia Blog Directory 2023
đ fanfiction
đ Headcanons/quotes
đď¸Art
đşď¸Historical
đReblog
đMemes/edits
âCharacter Asks
đCosplay
đľHetalia myu
Tell me what category you are and I'll add you! I was also thinking of trying to figure out how to make it so if you are looking for specific blogs in particular. Perhaps creating a page where I could put blog descriptions under a filed tag so if you wanted more information it could be there or I could make this available on dreamwidth or something.
Note I won't be making the list automatically until I have at least 3 dozen blogs at the least
A Hetalia event for myths: Greek, Egyptian, Roman, Japanese, Norse, whatever you like!
Want to depict Hetalia characters as gods, goddesses, monsters, or other mythological figures? Then this event is for you!
You can put them in the roles of specific characters (e.g. Hades, Anubis, Ameterasu, Medusa, Odysseus) or you can depict them as a mythological creature in general (e.g. centaur, kitsune, rusalka). Ships are welcome, too.
Please let me know in the comments or tags if this idea appeals to you!
And please reblog so I can reach more people who might be interested.
If anyone wants to submit PrUKcember stuff past the dates, feel free! I can't guarantee I'll check every single day, though, so don't be surprised if I don't reblog something the exact day it was posted.
I think it mightâve been better if prukcember lasted longer. I donât mean more prompts but maybe have the submission time last from the 1st to the 31st, or just some time nearer new years. Though that might be a pain for you to keep track of. Idk I think Iâm explaining it poorly, but thank you for hosting the event. Wish I couldâve wrote something for it but I got busy
The submission time is technically still open as I made a post saying I don't mind late submissions!
I made the event itself very brief because even when I did longer PrUK events, there weren't many submissions and so I had trouble remembering to check every day. Of course, once I forgot for a while, that's when somebody would post. đ I'd eventually remember to come on here a few days later and then people would be wondering why I didn't reblog their submissions.
So it feels like less pressure and commitment for something experimental like this if I just make it quick and easy. And if people want to make something for it but the three days have already passed, I don't mind! Go for it. I may not reblog it the exact same day, but I'll probably do so within a handful of days, at least.
Attempted something for PrUKcember/@pruktober. Better late than never?
Summary: Gilbertâs cold after a trip to the shops.
Words: 1,143
A03
Cold mornings had never really been a problem for him before. Gilbert was an early riser, always had been, yet he was still in bed. He had been awake for a while, lightly playing with the mop of blonde hair next to him instead of starting the day. While he was comfortable, he really should get up.
The arm around his waist tightened, preventing him from leaving.
"Art," Gilbert chuckled, only getting an incomprehensible noise in response, "I need to get up."
Arthur mumbled something he didn't quite catch, but his tone expressed his disagreement. Instead, he shifted, further wrapping himself around Gilbert. His head moved out from under the covers to press a tired kiss to his neck, "No, you don't."
"Someone has to," He pointed out, omitting the fact that he'd already stayed longer than he should have. One of them had to go shopping today; a task Gilbert had given himself. Arthur wasn't going to be so cuddly once he realised they were out of milk for his tea.
With a sigh, Gilbert resumed stroking Arthur's hair, allowing himself a few more minutes before he had to brave the cold.
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Their shopping list was unusually long. The poor weather had them both procrastinating going out until they were forced to. Even if they had milk, there was nothing else. A couple of unappetising cereal bars lay at the back of a cupboard and there were a couple of tins but nothing particularly nice.
One look outside revealed that the snow had not stopped. If anything, it had gotten worse. Everything was covered in white and he could barely see the end of the garden through the falling snow. Maybe the cereal bars are better than he thoughtâŚ
No, he had to go. If it got any worse, they'd be snowed in and then they'd be in real trouble. Besides, if he let Arthur do the shopping he'd forget half the list. As much as he loved the man, he was incapable of buying everything in one trip. Despite being the reason they kept a list.
Before he left, he impulsively turned on the heating. A rarity for him, but he knew Arthur would appreciate it. As he grabbed his keys, he idly wondered if Arthur would make hot chocolate later. Hopefully. He's awesome at making drinks and his hot chocolate was delicious. Maybe he should try to bribe him with some snacksâŚ
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By the time he got back home, he was cold and wet. His fingers stung as he held the shopping bags. The heat hit him as he opened the door and he had to thank his past self for turning it on before he left. What a good decision.
He carelessly kicked off his shoes, left his wet socks on the floor and quickly shed his jacket. He could deal with them once the blood returned to his fingers. As he walked towards the kitchen he could see that Arthur had left his blanket cocoon.
"Guess whose awesome?" Gilbert announced, setting the shopping bags on the kitchen table.
"Hmm, I wonderâŚ" Arthur leant against the countertop, as Gilbert lost his train of thought. Arthur hadn't been awake for long; he stood there arms crossed, barefooted, hair pointing in all directions, in a worn pair of pyjama's bottoms and one of Gilbert's old t-shirts. He would never get tired of seeing Arthur like this. Of being allowed to see him like this. It always brought a stupid smile to his face.
His thoughts were interrupted by Arthur clearing his throat, looking amused.
"I bought those biscuits you like," Gilbert said, remembering where he left off. Pleased to see Arthur's teasing smile replaced by a more genuine one as he moved towards him.
"You're the best," Arthur teased.
"I know."
"You're freezing!"
"Yep." Arthur cupped his cheeks, frowning at how cold they were.
"Fucking hell, did you even wear a hat?" Arthur's hand covered his frozen ears, answering his own question. "A scarf?" His hands moved to his chilled neck, "Glov-" Gilbert kissed him. effectively derailing the oncoming lecture.
He felt Arthur relax and hummed in approval as he moved his warm hands to hold his
cold face. They took a few steps until Arthur's back hit the counter. Gilbert slid his hands down past Arthur's ass, to grab his thighs and hoist him up onto the counter. Arthur's legs wrapped around him, keeping him close as things got more heated. Sure was a good way to get hot.
"Fuck." Arthur yelped, quickly moving to stop Gilbert's freezing hands from getting further up his shirt. "I'm buying you gloves."
"Where's the love?" Gilbert cackled, brushing his thumbs across Arthur's skin, "Share your heat."
"Absolutely not." Arthur wedged a foot in between them and straightened his leg to push Gilbert away. "Go get out of those wet clothes."
"I know one way I could get out of them." Gilbert wiggled his eyebrows, before making a grab for the other man.
"Keep those ice cubes away from me." Arthur jumped off the counter, laughing, narrowly evading Gilbert's hands.
"Boo," Gilbert pouted, feigning defeat before lunging at Arthur and spinning him around.
"Wait, wait, wait," Arthur held Gilbert's wrists, breathless from the play fighting and laughing so much. "I'll make hot chocolate."
"You drive a hard bargain." Gilbert paused for a few seconds, to add suspense, before accepting, "Deal."
"Good," Arthur laughed, releasing his wrists to plant a quick kiss on his mouth, "Now go get changed before you catch a cold."
"I'm too awesome to get sick."
"Don't test it."
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Thanks for reading!
Lmao hear me out, Iâm a headcanon girlie please. Fanfics are not my forte, I havenât written a fic in years. (Kinda wanna write more though, we'll see.) Hopefully it's alright, I wrote this in a few hours and probably need to edit it but ah that's for future me.
âSoâŚ?âHe started asking when the glare the blonde shot him made him go quiet. âI donât know how this happened.â She said while she went back to glaring the little gingerbread men to death. Further to death that is.
Thing is neither of them knew how to bake those cookies. Viv refushed to acknowledge she had no idea what she was doing and when she just tried to wing it, Gilbert had awesomely gone along with that. He had read up on some recipes in secret, no need to tell that to anyone though, but these recipes must have been wrong.
Which meant that after making their way through the smoke to rescue the little cookie people from the  ovenâs mighty flames, they had really only saved them from the confines of the oven. They also managed to save Vivâs kitchen from burning down.
Still, as they stood side by side looking down on their attempt at baking they has to admit the little piles of charcoal were far beyond salvation.
The blonde woman sighed and put her head on his shoulder in defeat. âIâm going to make a call.â The man said and before she could make another comment, Gilbert added âHe wonât ask any questions.â
Ludwig shook simply shook his head when he heard his ringtone go off. He had been expecting this call and had been acting accordingly. He answered the call and only said. âThey are ready.â
On the kitchen counter was a batch of gingerbread men cooling off.
For @pruktober's 2nd day of Prukcember. Theme Christmas with the prompt Poinsettias. (+ a touch of the theme winter with prompt snowflake if you don't blink.)
If anyone wants to submit PrUKcember stuff past the dates, feel free! I can't guarantee I'll check every single day, though, so don't be surprised if I don't reblog something the exact day it was posted.