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Hi hi!
Thought I should do an intro, feels like it's overdue. Will edit when necessary
Name: Cael/Vanya/Ivan, or Caelvan/Caelivan when combined Use interchangeably, preferred in bold. Names are phonetic! Age: 20+ Pronouns: Xe/Xem/Xer | He/She
Not sure what else to add, so here's My Carrd and My AO3.
Geld.
@lequentindusoir's France (・∀・)
The Baby
Let's do an encore for us on that day
Vacation
Heeelp, they're so cute??
A not-so-quick something.
American milk got me going strong each day facing this cruel world.
Alfred, as The Hero, thinks he can fix everything up. With enough time and patience, everything can be better.
He has restored many things, his own people and land, others’ people and land. He also created many great things. We don’t talk about the destruction he has also made too.
He’s the hero, and he can definitely fix those who are said to be broken beyond repair too. That’s what he thought when other nations warned him of the man from the Far East, said he had a creepy aura and an equally creepy face. Yet he falls in love with those gem-like violet eyes and that innocent childlike smile.
How can he not when said man also helps him when he’s in trouble, when others want him to be ruined and he is standing alone and Ivan always comes to his side when he’s tending his people’s wound and with a foreign accent he gives hope to Alfred. How can he not when said man, though much older than him, seems like a hopeful child who always looks at the brighter future?
Even when his own ex-caretaker disapproves, he does not regret kissing that dainty hand after he places a promise ring on Ivan’s finger. He does not regret when he sees that face, still has baby fat, looks away to hide the rising blush. Alfred does not regret.
Even when the whole world pits them against each other, Alfred is loyal to his love, because there is no other man like Ivan.
And none indeed.
Those gem-like violet eyes and innocent smile hide a brain that does not know its own power. Ivan says alarming things as if the weather is nice outside, and Alfred sometimes can never predict how Ivan will react to his words. Not that he will lash out, no, an angry Ivan is something Alfred can handle. But an upset Ivan who will shut himself up, speak no words and avoid Alfred at all cost? His Ivan is a walking landmine; take the wrong step and you’ll suffer the consequences.
Alfred is unpredictable, but he doesn’t like it when others are unpredictable too.
What Alfred does regret is that night, on their bed, seeing that face in absolute distraught, and Ivan throwing the ring to the floor before walking out of his home.
What he regrets, is helping another nation fix their country back on its feet. He regrets smiling at them and regrets seeing their smile. He regrets staring at their eyes and never immediately breaks eye contact. He regrets loving another when he already has his own love at home. He regrets giving them advice that they take to heart, encouraging them to lead their people to a better future.
Alfred regrets seeing those violet eyes so dark and lifeless and Ivan doesn’t want to look at his own sky blue eyes, as he holds his new love and the new couple stride to their own seat.
Alfred has fixed many things, but sometimes he imagines scenarios when he just stops being The Hero.
Perhaps this one, he can't fix.
No one can.
“Kau bercanda dengan alasan bodoh itu?!”
“Are you kidding me with that stupid reason?!”
This can apply for any nations you want, but I'm choosing dearest 'murica because he's my husband so he gets special privileges.
Some if not most nations visit orphanages whenever they can. Humans are their children, and these kids are the future of their country. And Alfred? He loves them dearly.
Alfred is that fun dad or uncle who will take them out to an amusement park and will spend time remembering each of their names, ages, likes and dislikes, and so on. Some of the kids probably call him "dad/uncle" too.
When it's night time and they have to sleep, Alfred will read a story. Perhaps not, they prefer to hear his own rambles. Tall tales and folklores he remembers from England other nations and his own people. Historical stories but he tells it from a 3rd POV, about a young boy with a caterpillar-for-eyebrows wizard, the revolution war (those kids better be patriotic cawww 🦅🇺🇸), traveling around the world, the space race and moon landing because damn he loves talking about it and the kids love it too.
He'll teach the kids foreign languages too, depending on their ancestry and/or interest. He won't let them forget their roots. (But USA is still the best, yayyy!! says Alfred)
Some of the younger kids know he's the personification of the USA, but perhaps as they get older, they will think that Alfred is just joking.
As sweet as it is, he's still a nation, they're still a human. One day they'll die, but he'll keep on living. So he tries not to get too attached to them, and fails miserably.
"50 stars, kiddos! Remember that! Don't you miss drawing a single star out of that flag!"
Sun-kissed skin and the sky for eyes What once a mere child now a strength unstoppable Has the world in his hands and yet wanted more The space conquered he and still yet insatiable
Empires fell down to their knees and kings fear him Such imposing aura but kids come running to him Strong hands able to crush civilization Gentle hands soothing little ones to sleep
All this power he would give it all away Come running here with such glee never seen before Says he already has the world in his arms But how so when all he holds is me?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Also on Ao3
Sun-kissed skin and the sky for eyes What once a mere child now a strength unstoppable Has the world in his hands and yet wanted more The space conquered he and still yet insatiable
Empires fell down to their knees and kings fear him Such imposing aura but kids come running to him Strong hands able to crush civilization Gentle hands soothing little ones to sleep
All this power he would give it all away Come running here with such glee never seen before Says he already has the world in his arms But how so when all he holds is me?
Mom, I'm scared...
Original art by @snowflake-snowdrop.
I did it quickly, so it looks sloppy... the proportions are very bad, but that's okay.
By the way, about February 14... almost no one celebrates it here, only if children... I think Ivan would be one of those people who really love this holiday, even if in Russia it is not perceived as official. It was fashionable a couple of years ago, but now the fashion is gone, haha.
Waa (*/ω＼*) Fluffy hair & he actually looks sheepish, something I struggled with haha. I love it!
