#ameripansecretsanta2018

[fr0g-pr1nce]

My ameripan secret santa for @shookie--cookie  Ameripan with a Royal Au

Very sorry that Alfred looks a bit like he just murderd someone!

[cottonroads]

Here is my gift to @maeday-art for the ameripan secret Santa exchange ;o she asked for the prompts ugly sweaters and baking Christmas treats so uhh ye

[lonelymarblesodas]

Secret santa gift!

This is for @menoma Hope you enjoy!

I chose the university au, and I mixed in some nyotalia (hope you don't mind qwq)!

The scene is basically America saying "I love you!" To Japan while they leave the lecture room.

I know I'm not the best artist, but hope you like it anyway!

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App used: ibispaint

[peachzin]

Hi everyone!! The ameripan discord is doing an Ameripan Secret Santa Event this year!!!

Here’s the timeline for the event:

November 21-30th: Applications can be filled out via Google Forms here. Any application sent after the 30th will not be counted.

December 1-3rd: Secret Santas will receive their partners via discord or tumblr messenger!

December 24th-January 1st: Post your gift to tumblr (as well as instagram, twitter - anywhere you’d like!) with the hashtag #ameripansecretsanta2018 and tag your partner in your post!

If you need to leave the event for whatever reason, shoot me a message! 

If you sign up to be a Backup Santa, you will receive your second partner if someone drops out of the event through discord or tumblr messenger.

If you have any other questions, don’t hesitate to message me! More news and updates will be posted to this blog under the hashtag #ameripansecretsanta2018. 

Thanks for reading and I can’t wait to see all the cool holiday ameripan junk!!!! 

[mf-ladle]

here’s the art i made for @a-whole-lasagna for the ameripan secret santa 2018. one of the things they requested was a mythology AU. I made Alfred as Apollo, the Greek/Roman sun god, and Kiku as Tsukuyomi, the Shinto moon god. 

[italiancherrybombs]

Ameripan Secret Santa

“I’m gonna love you for all of our days”

Recipient: @jessaverant

Characters: [America, Japan]

Notes: For the ameripan Secret Santa! Just some silly, drunk fluff from these two dorks! Hope you guys enjoy!

Was night the perfect time to have a picnic?

America, after drinking a couple cans of beer, seemed to think so.

“Y’know, it’ll be like camping,” America explained as he packed various goodies into a wicker basket as Japan looked on. They were both sober enough to walk, apparently, but tipsy enough to think this was the best idea since the Gamecube. “We’ll eat under the moon, then we’ll watch the stars, and then we’ll fall asleep on the picnic blanket. It’s gonna be epic.”

Japan couldn’t help but smile. A healthy flush had settled on his cheeks. “And how long have you been planning this?”

America grinned back. “A long frickin’ time! Seriously, Keeks, it’s gonna be the best picnic you’ve ever had! Now where’s that...” He grabbed a large bag of chips and stuffed it halfway into the basket. “Aha! Now we have everything!”

They were still giggling as they entered America’s backyard, Japan hugging the picnic blanket like his life depended on it while America nearly tripped with the picnic basket. It took a few tries to unfold the blanket, but eventually they were laying on the ground, a half-unfolded blanket underneath them and the bright expanse of stars above.

It was a good thing that they were in one of America’s more rural homes. The shining stars glittered above them for as far as the eye can see, nearly outshining the moon. They wouldn’t be the same if they were in the city. Japan reached a finger up to trace what felt like familiar lines of the constellations. (He was doing them completely wrong, but America was none the wiser.)

“It’s pretty,” Japan breathed, arm falling back to his side.

“Just like you,” America replied without missing a beat. Japan let out a snort (that he definitely wouldn’t have done when sober, even in a private setting) and rolled over to America’s side.

“I’m not pretty.”

America rolled over to his side so that he and Japan were face-to-face. “Sure you are. You’re very pretty, like—” He flung his arm out, reaching out for the sky. “Like the bajillion stars up there.”

Humming, Japan sidled up to America so that they were practically flushed together. “You really think so?” He whispered.

“’Course I do! Prettier than the stars, prettier than the moon...” America sat up so that he could reach the stars better. Japan leaned on his elbows as America continued pointing. “Even the— Even the satellites up there. Even those.”

Japan let out another snort. “Satellites aren’t pretty.”

America looked down at Japan, astounded. “Of course they’re pretty! They’re... They’re blinky, and they’re... um...”

Japan sat up with a wobble, having to hold onto America to properly sit up, and kissed him on the cheek. “Okay. I’m prettier than a satellite,” he said, a wide smile on his face.

He yelped when America picked him up and placed him on his lap. They nuzzled foreheads, then America went in for the kiss. They were rocking back and forth, so immersed in the kissing that they didn’t realize that America was leaning too far to the left—

“Oh, shit!” One moment they were rocking, the next moment they were on their sides, slightly dizzy. Japan inhaled sharply when he fell on something, and they heard a loud crunch. Confused, he sat up a little—

They had completely forgotten about the picnic basket!

“Those chips are pointy,” Japan muttered as America inspected the basket for any damage. It didn’t look broken. Worse case scenario, the chips were slightly mushed. With a shrug, America pushed the basket away from the blanket.

“We don’t need a picnic basket.” They sat back up on the blanket, but Japan didn’t get on America again. When America pointed up to the sky, Japan followed his gaze. “We have those stars. And, uhh, each other?” That sounded about right. He glanced at Japan with a weak smile. “Y’know?”

Japan nodded slowly. He leaned onto America’s shoulder, sighing through his nose. “We do have each other,” he agreed, exhaling a chuckle. “Forever and ever.”

He looked up at America when the nation hugged him tightly with one arm. “Yeah,” America breathed. He then looked serious, motioning for Japan to sit up properly. “Keeks, I’m gonna love you every day. For all of our days. Until the day we die. But we’re not gonna die, ‘cause we’re immortal and stuff, and—”

“I know.” Japan clasped America’s hands and squeezed them, smiling wide. “I love you too.”

America gave a goofy grin himself, then flopped backward on the picnic blanket. “C’mon, we should watch the stars some more.”

With a laugh, Japan joined him, laying side-by-side.

They stayed up all night, staring up at the stars and having a grand old time with each other.