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Day 5: Free Day

Siren Arthur and priest Gilbert.

Is this leftover Mermay art that I just now finished? Yes. Does it conveniently happen to be a rare pair? Also yes.

Edit: ...Actually, I forgot. This wasn't originally for Mermay. This was originally for PrUK Week back in February! Pffft–

[ask-gercan]

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I wonder what party these two are skipping just to talk about their favorite romance novel

[kitaychan]

Rare pair week 2021 Day 7

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Prompt: Sunrise and sunset

Pair: Itapan

Rating: T

Sole

Quiet, diligent, soft, Kiku was from the country of the rising sun, Feliciano thought there couldn't be a more accurate way of describing him, there was a sort of poetic justice to that title.

Feliciano couldn't pinpoint the exact moment he started loving him, the Japanese man was an expert in advancing, silently but surely. Just as the first rays of sunlight in the morning, the light, almost non-existent warmth from his presence was soothing, an assurance of life itself, of the way nature was able to plot without us noticing it's plans, of how everything was a process.

It was Kiku who made him cherish the matutine walks, where the coldness of the night lingered on the air, yet when he leaned closer to him, the warmth was there, not overwhelmingly but always constant.

Thanks to Kiku, he discovered the perks of waking up earlier. It provided access to a rare moment of silence, of peace, the city would be empty, asleep, they could watch the birds welcoming the sun with their singing. The new day was just beginning, there was so much to do, so much time to spend and as Kiku preferred, a calm, personal moment to share.

A cup of freshly brewed coffee, a light breakfast crafted with care, the soft, first kiss of the morning, though rutinary, those were now the key elements of Feliciano's day, without them he'd be doomed, stuck in a cycle of uncertainty.

He needed reassurance, stability, as he didn't provide it for himself. The sunset for Feliciano, was a sign that the sun would be there for him tomorrow, renewed, to brighten his day, his life.

For Kiku, the situation had to be different, Feliciano took pride in being Kiku's wild card, if the Japanese was his anchor in life, then Feliciano was his boat, the vehicle for him to experience the unknown.

The Italian relished in taking him out when the sun waved them goodbye with its reddish tones. The streets were crowded, the cars flooding on the highways, the people returning to their homes.

Energetic, chaotic, kind. Feliciano would never go unnoticed. His spontaneity was sometimes mistaken with naivety, Kiku knew it wasn't like that, experience drove Feliciano into enjoying life at its best, into sharing his feelings, his musings and his knowledge.

It was then, during sunset, that Feliciano reminded Kiku to take a break from planning, after all, even the sun dealt with unexpected clouds. The collective feeling of tiredness, the dimming light of a dying day, were the signs Kiku needed to notice, so he'd distance himself from work.

Straying from the pavement floor and stepping on a crunchy leaf, trying out a new recipe, petting a stranger's dog or simply holding hands as they lay side by side and drifted out to sleep, though unplanned, those acts were Kiku's fuel for the next morning.

The best part of seeing the sunrise was knowing that the sunset would come, a sign that no matter how long the day was, the tired sun would always find its way home.

[bearslikedilfs]

Fandom: Hetalia

Words: 1168

Pairings: Norway x Scotland (Scotnor)

Warnings: Mentions of death and injury

Summary: A sudden change of leadership forces a prince to run for his safety- and his childhood friend with him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31974280

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[thatsamericano]

My Missing Puzzle Piece

Pairings/Characters: America/Romano, with background FrUK and FACE Family and mentioned Cankraine. Human AU.

Ratings/Warnings: Teen, for cursing. No warnings.

Word Count: 1564

Summary: According to the words written on his arm, Alfred will initially be more of a nuisance than a hero to his soulmate, but he’s eager to meet them regardless.

A/N: Written for @aphrarepairweek2021​, Day 5 “soulmate.” Title taken from “Teenage Dream” by Katy Perry.

Alfred woke up on the morning of his sixteenth birthday more excited than he’d ever been. He was getting closer to adulthood, and like all teenagers on their sixteenth birthday, he would finally be able to read the first words his soulmate would ever say to him on his arm.

He ran into the bathroom, turned on the light and read what his soulmate had to say to him. Or to be more accurate, he tried to read it. At least it was in the same alphabet he was used to, unlike Mattie, who had woken up three days ago with a Cyrillic script on his arm. But it obviously wasn’t English.

Che cazzo di problema hai?! Mi hai fatto inciampare, stupido stronzo!

From what he could tell, his soulmate was having some kind of problem with a stupid person.  That wasn’t an ideal situation in which to meet the fated love of your life, but Alfred, optimistic as always, spun it in a positive direction. He smiled as he thought of rescuing his soulmate from whatever stupid person was bothering them, showing off how cool and heroic he was, and impressing them so much that they fainted right into his arms, just like Superman had met Lois Lane. It would be totally epic!

His hopes for a heroic, comic book worthy meeting were dashed a few days later. On the morning of his birthday, Alfred explained his soulmate tattoo to his curious family, and his Papa Francis was able to determine that he probably had Italian on his arm. The following week, their other dad, Arthur, brought Alfred and his brother to a language learning center in order to have their tattoos assessed by the specialists working there. After knowing the language written on their arms, they would begin receiving tutoring in their soulmate’s language.

The expert in Slavic languages was able to determine that Matthew had Ukrainian on his arm. His soulmate had lost their cat and was asking Matthew for help. Matthew’s new language tutor took him into another room for his first lesson, and then it was Alfred’s turn to be assessed. When the Italian instructor, a balding, middle-aged man who introduced himself as Mr. Moretti, read what was on Alfred’s arm, he started chuckling.

“What’s so bloody funny?”

Mr. Moretti addressed Alfred rather than his father. “Your soulmate is annoyed with you. And they weren’t exactly polite about it.” He explained what the tattoo said. The “stupid person” (asshole, really) they were having a problem with was Alfred, who had apparently made them fall over, and his soulmate was wondering what the fuck was wrong with them.

“Oh.” Alfred frowned down at the desk he was sitting at. “When I saw that they had a problem, I was kind of hoping I could be their hero. Does this mean my soulmate’s gonna hate me forever?”

Mr. Moretti smiled sympathetically at him. “That’s generally not how it works. But helping you learn as much Italian as you can before you meet your soulmate will probably go a long way to smoothing things over.”

After that, Alfred said goodbye to his dad, who promised to pick him up later, and started his first lesson in Italian. He learned how to say “I’m sorry,” and how to tell his soulmate what his name was.

Nearly two years later, Alfred had graduated high school without meeting his soulmate or bumping into any other Italians. Matthew hadn’t met any Ukrainians looking for their missing cat either, so instead of a more traditional graduation present, Alfred and Matthew asked to go on a trip to the places where they would be more likely to meet their soulmates. First, they would visit Italy for a couple weeks, and then they would go to Ukraine so Mattie could get a chance to meet his soulmate.

After flying into Naples, Alfred was eager to immediately go out and explore the city on the off chance that he might meet his soulmate. The rest of his family, however, was exhausted by the long flight and insisted on checking into the hotel so they could catch up on their sleep and adjust to the time difference. Alfred went along grudgingly.

The next morning, after a quick breakfast at the hotel, Alfred, his dads, and his brother all left to go sightseeing. They’d visited the ruins of Pompeii and had been wandering around the Piazza del Plebiscito for a while when his Papa brought up the idea of stopping to get lunch.

“I think we should give it another half hour. Statistically, I’m more likely to run into my soulmate out here than in a restaurant.”

Matthew laughed. “You’re actually objecting to the idea of eating? That’s not like you, Al.”

Alfred pouted at his brother’s teasing. “I just want to meet my soulmate,” he muttered.

“Perhaps if you could tell us your type, it would narrow down the search a little, mon chou,” his papa suggested.

Alfred thought it over. “I don’t think I have a type. I hope they’re around my age so we can be together for the rest of our lives, but other than that, I’ll like my soulmate for whoever they are.” Matthew was fairly sure his soulmate would be a girl, but he was open to other possibilities. Alfred had no gender preferences, so it could theoretically be anyone.

His dad sighed. “So the plan is to walk around this city aimlessly until some Italian calls you an arsehole.”

Alfred glanced behind him to speak to his dad. “Pretty much.”

“And if they’re not here?”

“Then we’ll wander around aimlessly somewhere else in Italy. And then, if that doesn’t work, we’ll go to another town, until I meet whoever it is I’m supposed to—”

Alfred was interrupted in the middle of talking to his dad by a body colliding into his. He heard a startled oof, then whirled around to see a brunet man falling to the ground. He managed to avoid faceplanting on the pavement by throwing out his hands at the last minute, then quickly scrambled to his feet.

Alfred knew Italian pretty well for an American kid who had a French and English parent. He knew that in this situation he should say mi dispiace or ask him ha bisogno di aiuto, but Alfred couldn’t get his mouth to work. His heart was beating too fast, his stomach was filled with butterflies, and he’d scoffed at the idea of love at first sight so many times before, but he couldn’t explain his reaction any other way.

The stranger he’d knocked over because he hadn’t been paying attention to where he was going was beautiful.

Of course, he started yelling at him, with that phrase Alfred had first learned nearly two years ago and that was now making his arm tingle with recognition. The stranger was glaring at him, but Alfred was too mesmerized by his gorgeous hazel eyes to feel intimidated. He was gesturing furiously, but Alfred was awestruck by how cute it was.

He was grinning by the time the stranger had finished ranting at him, and he said the only thing he could think of. “God, you’re perfect.”

Alfred’s soulmate’s eyes widened, and he grabbed onto his right arm in disbelief. Alfred laughed and went over to hug him. But he was too exhilarated from hugging his soulmate to stay still. Alfred picked him up and spun him around. His soulmate hissed at Alfred to put him down, but he ended up clinging to Alfred’s neck in a way that suggested he didn’t really want to let go.

By the time he set him back down on his feet, his soulmate was blushing and smiling a little in spite of himself. Alfred beamed. “You’re the cutest person I’ve ever seen!” He turned towards his amused family. “Isn’t he the cutest person you’ve ever seen?”

Matthew chuckled. “Alfred, you might want to find out his name before you start telling us about him.”

“Oh right.” Alfred cleared his throat. “Mi chiamo Alfred. Lei… come si chiama?”

His soulmate snickered at him. Maybe it should’ve bothered him that he was being made fun of, but Alfred was too focused on how adorable he was and how much he wanted to kiss him. “Your accent sounds ridiculous,” he explained. “And my name is Savino.”

“Well, Savino, I’ve got the rest of my life to get better at it. Especially if I have you to help me.”

Savino’s lips twitched up into a grin. “I’m willing to give it a shot.”

Alfred introduced his soulmate to his brother and dads then mentioned that he and his family had been thinking about getting lunch before Alfred ran into him. He asked Savino if he would like to join them for lunch.

“I know a place not too far from here. I’ll take you there.”

Savino linked his hand with Alfred’s and started to lead them forward confidently across the piazza. Alfred snuck glances at his soulmate’s face and squeezed his hand, marveling at how right it felt to hold Savino’s hand, and how right it felt to be with him, even if he was only beginning to get to know him. The piece of his life he hadn’t even known he’d been missing was guiding him through a foreign city, and now Alfred felt complete.

[arternestkirkland]

Can we just keep going with APH Rare Pair Week? Can we make it APH Rare Pair Month? I am loving all of this new PrUK.

[panfrycek]

day 2: music of course I drew chopol ( polska muzyka jest najlepsza)

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Day 3: Culture

England used his woodworking skills to make matryoshka dolls. Each one hidden inside represents different layers of Russia.