#aph:prussia

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The Lonely Union ~

Prussia - Ask-CosplayPreussen

Japan - AllenNightray

Photo by - I love Cosplay 

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Photographer: Arte Mictlan Nyo! Prussia: Myself Ask-CosplayPreussen

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Vagabond-Kiwi as Prussia

I took these photos at Glasgow MCM 2014 where we both wore our takes on the cardverse Hetalia designs for Prussia and Austria and i have only just got around to editing them. I think they are some of the best I have done and hopefully soon i can get more models in rather than just Vagabond ^^;;

[arschbiene]

I saw your beautiful stress doodles, and I stress one shot-ed. *clears throat* Little Teutonic Knights woke with a frightened cry, thrashing in the covers as his bedroom door slammed open. Without a word, Germania went to the aid of his frightened son and gathered the white haired boy close. Gilbert sobbed in a totally unawsome way, clinging to his Vati's shirt tightly. "What did you dream about, Gil?" Germania asked. "I dreamt you weren't real!" Gil sobbed. "Say you're real, Papa." TBC

"Say it." Gilbert's tears continued to fall. "Please." Germania didn't answer, nearly pressed a kiss to his son's red face. He knew he couldn't lie to his son. His mighty reign was ending. He simply couldn't lie to his boy when he knew that one day soon, he would fade away forever. END

OH NOOOOOOOOOOO, YOU ARE A TERRIBLE, BEAUTIFUL PERSOONN!!!!! 

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mmh hmm~ ( ͡ ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡ ͡°)

precious bby Madoka = pyon

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Guess who's back? ( ͡ ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡ ͡°)

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PrussiaXRussia: "I met a boy today"

Gilbert had always been stared at. Even as a baby the nurses couldn't stop staring at the albino baby with eyes as red as blood. So when he entered the coffee shop the people around him didn't make him anxious or scared like they had done so long ago. He walked up to the counter where a hansom man stated at him unashamed. Gilbert was thankful the man didn't hide his staring he thought that if people were going to stare at him they shouldn't look guilty about it. "Hello," the man said in a thick russian accent, "Can I help you?" "I would like a coffee, black please, and a muffin," the albino responded. He looked at the Russian's name tag and saw that his name was Ivan. Gilbert thought that it fit the man quite well. "Of course, and the name for the order?" "Gilbert." "You're coffee with be at the end of the counter sir." Gilbert walked to the end of the counter reluctant to let his eyes drift away from the man. Ivan was very good looking. Gilbert made note of the muscles that rippled under his shirt and smiled to himself when the Ivan's ass came into view. He frowned when he reminded himself that no one would want to date someone like him. Ivan handed Gilbert his order, smiled widely and went back to the register to serve another customer. Gilbert left the shop and sighed. He wished that he had gotten Ivan's number. After he had finished his muffin he saw some small writing in the corner. It read: Ivan Braginski 555-741