#aph michelle

[will-the-spook]

Collab with @agnessieart

I drew Yao and she drew Michelle and then we coloured each other’s drawings, it was definitely challenging, but also very fun.

[denesesavage]

Finally finished my Seychelles art!!

[heta-hyjinks]

Seychelles likes to give all her siblings a whole host of nicknames. She calls Sealand 'Sailor' the most because he loves the recognition. And they all call her 'Seashell' in return.

(Hong Kong sometimes gets called 'Pearl' for a joke.)

[vaughen-rambles-on]

The Love of a Mother

Hetalia Oneshot, Angst

France, America, England, Canada, Spain, Monaco, Seychelles. Mentions of: Greece, Belgium, Neyherlands, Ancient Greece, Rome, Gaul, Native America/Iroqois, J'eanne D'arc

TW: Family, TW: Loss & Greif, TW: Parent Loss,

Francis speaks fondly of both of his parents, Rome & Gaul. "They were both wonderful warriors, and passionate Artists." He'd hold Michelle, Matthew, or Marianne all but hostage for ages, "Mama always saw him as more a rival, than a threat. Frustrated with him, but always hoping for the best." He'd tell Arthur, Alfred, Antonio, anybody who would listen that, "Papa was ruthless at times, but back then you had to be. A ladies man, but a good man."

"You get your charm from him," Antonio would tell him, with a sigh, "From Papa. You take after him."

"Though I've earned my spirit from Mama." Francis would add, "She was always a passionate soul, and a skilled warrior. Never gave up, on anything or anyone."

Antonio always smiled back, "I wish I could have met her, she reminds me of my Mama."

"Who you take after."

"If you say so."

"You would have loved her."

"So Rome softened you up??" Alfred would laugh, "Damn, then I wish I could have met your mom then." Francis would shrug, "She was a wonderful role model, even if her maternal instinct was more, unconventional. She never quite understood my differences from her, but she always embraced them."

"My mom too." Alfred would say, making a momentary eye contact, revealing just too much emotion.

Francis would side eye him, "And where would we be without our mothers...?" While taking a drink.

"Sounds like you were her favourite." Marianne would say over a hand of cards.

"She didn't pick favourites though," Francis would tell her as he sorted his hand. Knowing Greece had always favoured her son over Monaco, "She loved Emma and Jan just as much, even if they were quieter."

"Well I'm glad she loved you." she say, a vacant look in her eyes.

"She would have loved you too, darling." Francis would reply in earnest, reaching out a hand on his sisters shoulder.

"I wish I remembered more of my mother..." Arthur would scoff between cups of tea, "Here you've got stories for years, and all I know is that she was surprised to have a blond son. It's a crime that my brothers arent any help."

Francis would shrug, "Well you do remind me of my Mama sometimes. On your better days, you have her strength, and on your worse, her stubborness."

"...Really?" Arthur would always look sheepishly flattered.

And Francis would reply playfully, "Though, my mothers eyebrows were nicer."

"Would she like me?" Michelle would ask, bashfully, "Not that I'd care!"

"You'd remind her of herself, I'm sure. But with my fashion sense." Francis would swing his daughters hand while they walked down the coast.

"That wasn't an answer."  She'd huff.

He'd scoop her into his arms, "Yes, She'd adore your energy, my darling. Your heart and your smile."

Matthew would listen well to Francis' stories.

"And so the next day, she got me a dress, even if she refused to wear them herself."

"Sounds like she fell for your classic puppy dog eyes." He'd smile.

Francis would chuckle, "Ah, but of course she's the one who taught them to me. She let herself fall for them."

"You do take after her a lot."

"I do indeed."

Wherever Francis was upset, or scared, the thought of his Mama would console him.

"She's watching me from heaven." He'd tell himself. He'd imagine his own arms were hers, keeping him safe when he needed her most.

He'd pray to Jeanne, "I hope you could meet her. You always had the same fighting spirit, and you were both there for me when I needed you most... Tell her I love her."

It was always quite strange how she seemed to be within every one of his friends and his family. He'd tell you he, "sought out traits she had, in others." He'd say, "It was natural."

But he'd never quite know if he accumulated friends with her traits, or if she had been an accumulation of his favoured traits.

He had been clever enough to fool even himself sometimes. He would never want to suspect his image of her was a fabricated memory, because those memories always eased his pain.

[gifs-and-hetalia-blog]

[jungledupneighborhood]

Poland and Seychelles happily chatting about something.

random person: Hey Princess. random person again: Nice butt.

Poland: . . . * suddenly swirling back and with an ultimate b*tch face* That’s MR. Princess to you, a*shole.

Happens all the time.

[denesesavage]

Seychelles WIP :D

[heta-hyjinks]

All of the British-colony family will immediately be ready to throw down if someone even looks at Seychelles and Wy the wrong way