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Prussia is so dead he makes Micheal Jackson look like he's alive.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! eve
Thank you!!! :3
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Killing Loneliness - HIM
Oh, I'm killing loneliness with you. I'm killing loneliness that turned my heart into a tomb
goOD LUCK W/ EXAMS FRIEND ;o;
AH, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 😙😙
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who wears the ugly christmas sweatersAmerica, he makes England wear one too.who picks out the holiday movies and who makes the hot cocoa England! Only thing he’s good at is warm drinks.who starts the snowball fight AMERICAwho drags the other under the mistletoe America uwuwho decorates the house Both do!who hangs up the ornaments on the tree Both do!who cooks christmas dinner America, although England wants towho invites the other to sing a christmas duet Americaif they have any holiday traditions Baking a gingerbread house every yearwho would start a food fight during baking Americawho would get drunk off of eggnog lol england
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December 8th, 2014 - Insecurity
ARTIST: april-cherie-sprinkles
AUTHOR: Sage
8th of December, 2014 - Insecurity
“Iggy? Open up!”
Alfred knocked on the Englishman’s hotel door, his face carrying an expression of concern. It was Arthur’s turn to hold the meeting in his country, and their flight had arrived late. But despite the jet lag that was seriously taking its toll on him, he had something he needed to discuss with his boyfriend.
The door slowly opened, but only just enough so, as it hide the other’s face from Alfred. “A...America…? What is it, don’t you know how bloody late it is?”
“What’s wrong with your voice, dude? You sound weird…” He asked, trying to see through the small crack of the door.
Arthur cleared his throat, though it did nothing to conceal the hoarseness in voice. “Nothing, nothing’s wrong. I think I may have caught something, but that’s all, don’t worry.”
He went to close the door, but Alfred grabbed the outside doorknob to keep it in place.
“Wait, there’s something I need to talk to you about.”
The other hesitated, before opening the door wide enough for the other to see him completely. “Come in.”
Alfred wasn’t going to lie; The Brit looked like absolute shit. His eyes were red from crying, tears stained his face, and he wasn’t meeting the American’s gaze, choosing to stare at the floor.
He walked forward, resting a hand on Arthur’s shoulder as he lead him over to the bed. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “You’ve been acting weird all day, even on the plane ride over. Please, tell me.”
The two sat down on the bed, and Arthur sighed as he looked up into Alfred’s caring eyes. Just the expression he was giving him forced a few more tears to spill from his eyes, and he ducked his head back down to hide them from the blond.
“I...I-I’m scared,” he muttered, barely loud enough for Alfred to hear.
“What’re you scared of?” Alfred asked, wanting to know what it was that could be paining his Arthur.
“I’m scared...o-of you l-leaving me.”
It was silent for a moment, but it was broken by a small chuckle from Alfred. He pulled Arthur against his chest and ran a hand through his hair.
“Why the hell would I leave you, Iggy?” he asked softly, his voice laced with comfort.
“Because, I’m too emotionally closed off, and I’m an asshole...and…” Arthur paused to take a few shuddery breaths, before mumbling into his shirt, “I-I’m not good enough....for you…”
The sharp pain that ran through Alfred’s heart was almost like a shock; he almost couldn’t believe that these words were coming from his lover!
He pulled away from the other, before gently kissing his cheek. “Of course you are. And there’s so much that’s to love about you, too…” Alfred continued to speak, kissing different spots of Arthur’s face in between words.
“You’re not emotionally closed off at all, dude. And you are kind of an asshole, but you’re a cute asshole, at least. You’re adorable, and you listen to really good bands, and you have these stupid freckles that I absolutely love…and your cooking might be questionable, but…”
This earned a small laugh from the Brit, and he returned the sweet smile Alfred gave him, the tears having since stopped.
“And I know you care about me,” Alfred said, pressing a soft kiss against Arthur’s lips. “I love you, Iggy. Don’t you ever think I don’t.”
The English nation wrapped his arms around Alfred, and pulled the other down towards the bed. He pulled back the blanket and covered them both with it as he snuggled into the American’s chest.
“I love you too, Alfred.”