#engbela

[vkcenjoyer]

he'll ghost her in a week

hmu for my thoughts on engbela

[coralcatsea]

Brief Thoughts on Some Ships:

USUK: They're best friends who are obsessed with each other and always looking for excuses to hang out. They tend to info dump all over the other. They're stubborn, kind of petty, very protective, and have a hard time admitting how much they desire the other's company, praise, and attention, but they're working on it because they care deeply about the other. They're in love, your honour.

PrUK: One of the best slept on England ships. Two wild guys that go out to loud punk rock concerts and have drinks together, then quietly recharge at home (e.g. writing in their journals, reading fairy tales, and sewing). Fun personality combination? Check. History together? Check. Canon interactions? Check. Though they really could still use MORE canon moments, given how much potential they have. Pirate x priest with these two is always excellent.

EngBela: The sexy Addams Family-esque couple who live in an elegant gothic mansion and pass time indulging in their hobbies, such as fortune telling, talking to ghosts, singing, and listening to rock music.

FrUK: Used to be an OTP, now I mainly like them as close platonic frenemies. Romantically, it's better in theory than in practice – that is to say, it has potential, but I'm not a fan of most depictions. Also, nyo FrUK is superior.

AmeBela: The dorky hero and goth girl. They confused and exhausted each other at first, but eventually developed an understanding and started getting along pretty well. He can fix her. She can make him worse. Alfred tries to encourage Natalya to form her own identity away from Ivan. Natalya encourages Alfred's suppressed yandere tendencies. She pegs him.

Romerica: They bond over sharing their cultures with each other. Alfred loves Lovino's food. Living in America provided all sorts of new ingredients for Lovino to experiment with in cooking, and he got to be good at something without Feli taking the attention away from him. Lovino is actually a fan of some of Alfred's home cooking as well. They both enjoy singing and dancing, and are fans of Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, and Bobby Darin.

EngGer: They're both responsible and serious...until Arthur's wild side comes out and he starts teasing and playing games with Ludwig's head. Ludwig is socially awkward and a strict rule-follower, which Arthur can relate to, but he's better at being social and having fun than Ludwig, so he can help him loosen up – although in the bedroom, Arthur is more than happy with letting Ludwig be a strict rule follower. Ludwig is very obedient. Arthur trained him nicely.

AmeLiet: They're really domestic and get along well most of the time. They're comfortable enough that they can confide pretty easily in each other. Alfred is pretty protective of Tolys, particularly when it comes to Ivan. He doesn't like the way Ivan treated him and is quick to jump to his defence whenever possible. Additionally, Alfred is 'in love with the way Tolys undresses'. That's not questionable at all.

Part 2

[belhelgalar]

Day 6: Magical and Fantasy | Ghost

one more time

Shouldn't scare little boys. Otherwise, a big girl will come

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@hetalia-rarepairweek

[hwsevents]

Ships are welcome and encouraged for Mythtalia March.

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What is Mythtalia March?

Rules/Guidelines

[fizzycherrycola]

EngBelg and/or SpaBelg for your ship grading?

A/B for both of them!! ✨

Belgium is a wonderful, bubbly, fun and intelligent woman. A massively underrated character! The headquarters of the EU is in Brussels and that's no accident; she's been through two World Wars and came out the other side more resilient. She adapted! Other traits: she can drink everyone else in Europe under the table, she has a loving + HEALTHY relationship with her family (even if they had rough patches in the past), and she brightens up every pairing that she's a part of. And by the way, HAVE YOU SEEN her baking skills?? NGL, when I was younger, I often dreamed about dating a lady like her... So for me, automatically any pairing with Belgium gets at least a C or higher!

From a dynamic standpoint: I've written both of these pairings in fanfics, and while they turned out super different, some key takeaways were that SpaBelg leans more open, silly, and cute (for me). Whereas EngBelg feels more reserved, but no less deeply loving. These are just the vibes I got when I wrote them.

There's also a historical basis for these ships, and I adore my history classes.

For SpaBelg, I've read other fic authors who took this pair very seriously and explored the history of the Spanish Netherlands. My knowledge is woefully lacking in this area, so I won't embarrass myself by yammering about things I haven't researched.

HOWEVER. I personally HC England and Belgium's relationship beginning in the 1860's, after "The Luxembourg Crisis". This was a diplomatic dispute over the political status of Luxembourg that almost led to war, but was peacefully resolved by the Treaty of London. The UK was happy to host the talks as they feared that the absorption of Luxembourg by another power would weaken its strategic ally on the continent: Belgium. So these two were already on amicable terms by that point! It's also VERY appealing when a potential romantic partner shows they will defend your family. And from a practical sense, this just showed them both that, hey, it's in our best interests to stick together! Alliance... consummated!

Anyways I wish these pairings were more popular. Thank you for letting me rave about them. 💜

[backtothe60sfuture]

November: "Be Careful What You Wish For"/ De-aging

Title: They Just Can't Get Together!

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Belarus/England

For the @yearoftheotpevent

Also on Ao3. August's Story. September's Story. October's Story.

Life Changes 

Natalya Arlovskaya was struck with the realization that the school year at Hetalia International Boarding School was ending soon when Arthur, Lukas and Vladimir were talking about college admissions. Ivan had mentioned that too but she wasn’t paying too much attention because Irunya had left just a year earlier. 

She had been alright with being left alone when it was just Ivan because before she had prepared herself for being alone. It was what she was used to, and Ivan would always come back to her because they were related. But her new friends and boyfriend were leaving too, across the pond. 

She had to do something to stop this from happening, they couldn’t leave when she had just started to consider them friends. For the next couple of weeks she looked through spell books in the library to find a de-aging spell. She’d gone during lunch, effectively avoiding possible scrutiny from Arthur, Lukas or Vladimir. When she didn’t find one, she turned to the only other source she knew that could make that  sort of thing happen.

Natalya stepped into their Black magic/ demon summoning club meeting on Monday, holding a few candles.

"We're going to summon a demon." 

Vladimir had sparkles in his eyes. Lukas pulled out their tarp that they used to draw runes in the middle of the chemistry classroom floor. Natalya handed Arthur a marker to draw the rune and its symbols.

Arthur got to work drawing the runic symbols as Natalya spread out the candles. Lukas lit the candles and then they all sat in a circle.

Suddenly Natalya took out one of her knives and sliced her palm open. She squeezed drops of blood onto specific symbols in the circle as Arthur gaped at the action. They'd never done that before.

And then Natalya read the incantation, they were instructed to hold hands and close their eyes. There was a slight rumbling through the floor as the candles went out. Some fell over, and then before them was smoke, and the smell of burning coal before it cleared up to reveal what appeared to be a demon that looked an awful lot like Arthur. 

Although, with blood red hair, crimson eyes, black horns, bat wings and a devil's tail. 

Vladimir wrapped his arms around Natalya, "That was amazing!" He was hugging her a bit too tight.

"Wait a bloody minute! Why do you look like me?"

The demon grinned, teeth sharp as a knife, "I appear in a form that is comfortable for the summoner."

Arthur's gaze met Natalya's briefly, she felt her ears burn. She didn’t know that was going to happen.

"So, what do you boys want? You said this club summons demons, there you go." Natalya gestured to said demon. At least she could pretend she’d done this for them.

Arthur blinked, and met Lukas's gaze, and Vladimir's

"If you'll excuse us for a moment." Arthur said, gesturing for the other two boys to follow him out into the hallway.

As they left the room her gaze shifted to the demon, eyes predatory for her soul.

“We’ve got to make this quick before they make a decision. I want my closest friends, brother and boyfriend to be aged down to look as old as I am.”

“I can do that, you know my price.” The demon grinned.

“Yeah, yeah you can eat my soul.”

And then a pen and a paper contract that she had to sign appeared. She signed her name and the demon rolled up the contract before stuffing it into a pants pocket.

On her hand that she’d cut for the ritual seared a branding in a language she couldn’t understand. It burned briefly before it faded.

“Pleasure doing business with you darling.” To which the demon snapped his fingers, and then he disappeared into a puff of smoke as though she’d never summoned him in the first place.

Natalya walked out into the hallway where Arthur, Lukas, and Vladimir were gathered. They looked back at her, Arthur and Vladimir were noticeably shorter, around her height actually. Lukas was not, but he was thinner.

“Hi! I’m Vladimir! Do you want to be a part of our club?” Vladimir held out his hand for her to shake.

“You’re joking with me, right?”

“Our club is exclusive. If you actually want to be in it, you have to go through a series of tests.” Arthur said, pushing Vladimir’s hand down.

“No you don’t! Arthur, we're not going to have new members if you keep saying that.”

Lukas met her gaze briefly before looking away. 

“I’m already in the club, it’s me Natalya. I hope you’re not mad that I made you look 16 again.”

“You must have confused us for some other people in a club at your old school because I’m pretty sure I’ve never met you before.” Arthur said.

Natalya stalked up to him, gripping his collar, “You need to stop pretending right now.”

“Have you had a secret girlfriend all this time Arthur?” Vladimir chuckled.

“Are you completely mad? I don’t even know you! Why would I play games? I’m not an idiot like Antonio.” She looked into his eyes, seeing not a hint of wavering, he was telling the truth.

Natalya let him go and grabbed his arm, only to see no soulmate marking on his wrist at all. 

“Let go! Let go!” Arthur tried to pull away from her. Lukas pulled her away from him as she gripped Arthur even tighter; she felt like she was going to cry. 

“I think you should calm down.” Lukas said as Vladimir looked at her with remorse. 

Natalya felt her heartbeat quicken in her chest. She pushed her way past Lukas. She ran down the hallway and out the door of the school. 

Maybe it’s a gradual thing. They’re probably getting their memories of me back right now. 

Natalya leaned against the entrance to the school, trying to calm her heart rate, and will away the watery buildup in her eyes.

It’s fine. It’s fine. That demon didn’t trick you.

Once she got herself straight, she walked back to the girls' dorms and subsequently her dorm room.  She was bumped into by Alfred before she got there.

“Nat! I’m so glad I found you!”

Natalya raised her eyebrow.

“Ivan’s been acting weird! He keeps saying he doesn’t know who I am and that he doesn’t want to be near me at all.”

“He finally came to his senses.” She murmured, so low he probably didn't catch what she said.

“It’s weird because we were watching a movie at his dorm and right in the middle of kissing me, he started freaking out. He threatened to hit me with an old rusty pipe. I thought maybe you would know, being his sister and all.”

“Fuck, that fucking demon tricked me.”

“A demon? What are you messing around with those for?”

“I thought you didn't believe in magic.”

“I don't believe in magic but demons are real! They're always trying to get you to do bad stuff even if you can't see them.”

“I made a good wish, that demon fucked me over.”

“They typically do that.” Alfred clicked his teeth, “What’d you wish for, someone bad to die?”

Natalya crossed her arms, she didn't like Alfred but he was the only one who would be able to understand what she was going through. Ivan and Arthur were leaving him too.

“You know the year is ending right, dumbass?”

“Yeah, I can't wait for next year when we're supposed to be preparing to test for college. If I keep playing baseball I might get a scholarship.”

Natalya let out a frustrated sigh, “And your b–b-…Ivan will be away at college. You won't see him! Do you even fucking care?” 

Alfred's expression changed to something gentle as he gave her a nod. “You want them to stay a little longer, I gotcha. But you know that you can't do that right?”

She'd done it technically, it came out wrong but they were all 16 not officially college aged. 

“I asked you a question first.” She tapped her foot in irritation. 

“Of course I care. I'm going to miss Artie and Ivan and all my other friends who are leaving for college before us. But I can't force them to stay. That's kind of selfish. But physical distance shouldn't break up true friendships or relationships.” Alfred grinned at her.

“It's not fair they're leaving me alone again.”

“If you made friends before, you can make more!” Alfred had sparkles in his eyes, positivity breeching through his tone as he swung his fist around.

“It's easy for you to say that. You make friends easily!”

“I'm also your friend so you've got a head start.” Alfred gave her a wink.

Natalya rolled her eyes, but was secretly grateful that he was here. She stalked off to her dorm room, as Alfred said she still hadn't told her Ivan’s problem.

Erzsébet had confused her for Irunya, and asked where she was when she’d gotten back to her room. The girl didn't look any different, except she was wearing braces, and didn't know who she was either.

Natalya ignored her and put her pillow over her face, before she screamed. Her voice was muffled.

~~~~~~

Natalya had contacted that demon again to undo her wish, although it still got to keep her soul, which kind of sucked but what else could she do.

She now sat on a blanket waiting for the sunrise. She hugged her knees. And although what Alfred said was true…she didn't want her friends to forget about her. It had been a huge slap in the face when they did just after the spell was activated.

She heard the sound of crunching grass being smashed underneath shoes as someone approached.

There was a shift and she looked over to see Arthur had sat down next to her. 

She draped herself across his lap and sighed. He was wearing his gardening outfit complete with a sun hat and gloves.

“What's the matter?” He asked while threading his fingers through her hair, having taken off the gloves.

“You're going to leave and forget about me.”

“Ah…Alfred said you told him something like that too. You're quite unforgettable so don't worry about that.”

“You're just saying that.”

“I'm not. I'll visit as often as I can and until then we'll talk on the phone. We're soulmates, remember?” 

“Are we still soulmates if a demon’s going to eat mine when I die?”

“W-what? You summoned a demon and gave it your soul?”

“You were 16 for like a whole day, but didn't remember me, so I had to turn you and everyone else back to normal.”

“I don't know whether to be flattered or upset.” He grabbed her arm, she had taken the soulmate potion too later on and an “A” was permanently marked on her wrist. He pressed a kiss to the mark.

But when she met his eyes again she couldn't reciprocate his apparent happiness.

He pursed his lips, interlacing their fingers, and bringing them under his chin. Eyebrows furrowed briefly.

“Come to the garden with me, just this once.” He said.

She sat up and reluctantly followed him there when the sun had risen into the sky.

They now stood inside the green house, where little seedlings were starting to sprout.

“I think having something to do will get your mind off of this. I know you don't like clubs but mostly everyone in this club is leaving at the end of the school year.” He dug into his pocket and produced a small bundle of seeds. “I was going to plant this, but I think it would be better if you did.”

“I don't think it would.”

“It's one of my favorite flowers, primrose. Flowers like it if you talk to them so if you start to miss me a lot and we can't get in touch, talk to them.“ Arthur gripped her hand and placed the seeds within it. “Plus I can't guarantee someone else will take care of your potatoes.” 

“If it's the only way to take care of my potatoes, I'll join this stupid club.”

Arthur placed his hat onto her head before going over to prepare a plot in the greenhouse for her to drop in the seeds. 

When he'd dug out a nice hole, she sprinkled the seeds in. Then he handed her a watering can. He crouched down to smooth over the soil and she accidentally poured some onto his head.

She couldn't help but snicker as he shook his head to get rid of the water in his hair. He gave her a glare as he stood up and she actually poured water on the soil.

She understood what he was getting at, and had an idea of her own, something she could give him. She untied the bow from her hair and presented it to him.

“Now you'll always have a piece of me.”

Arthur wordlessly took the bow before pulling her into a tight hug. “Thank you.” He said, words muffled into her hair.

She hugged him back even tighter if possible, listening to the sound of his heartbeat as she rested her head on his chest.

He was warm, comforting and compassionate like a flower. Maybe if she held onto this feeling, remembered it for when it was gone, she could hold out until she saw him again.

[mitsuhashimarie]

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[heta-fraulein]

Pairing: England/Belarus - Engbela

The teacup is placed on the table lightly, the caption contrasting with the stone cold expression of it’s owner. There’s a slight raise of her eyebrows at the newcomer, albeit from his position it wouldn’t have been visible.

There was no need to guess as Arthur had observed her for far long for needing to think when it comes to her, even if her eyes forever seemed to be enclosed in a mystery of her own, he had long since drawn her curtains up.

She takes a sharp breath, hands folded neatly on her lap, shoulders squared and a narrowing of her eyes. Heartbeat accelerated, a hint of curiosity can’t help but linger in her mind,

“Could you not breath down my neck every second of the day, Arthur?”

He had always admired the way his name rolled off her tongue, in a rough and chopped up manner as she only bothered to question him when he was being a menace to society and her existence.

“I am not”, he simply states so. Which was the truth really, if anything Natalya had been the one dragging the both of them from place to place and country to country for the past few days, and he had kindly obeyed.

A sigh of irritation and finally she shoots a glare towards him, beside her, a loving companion who was also a cat gives a glare of her own. “I mean literally, stop breathing down my neck, it’s annoying and frankly, creepy”,

Arthur gives a thoughtful expression for a moment, smoothing out his neat suit and tilting his head. He gives a desperate sigh which she rolled her eyes at,

“But I just can’t help myself when your blood calls out to me”, he says calmly.

“My blood’s rotten and so is your core”, gritting her teeth, there’s a flurry and a glint of metal as Arthur narrowly avoids the dagger aimed for his chest,

As he was a mad lad and a man with great reflexes, he catches her wrist in a tight grip and gives a tight grin, a furrow of his eyebrow and his sharp fangs visible more clearly now.

Natalya’s hand burns and a purple glow envelopes the dagger, it’s mesmerizing and pretty to watch, similar to her eyes which Arthur could stare at all day.

“Must we do this again?”, Arthur’s voice is a whisper as he leans towards her face. “The neighbors will hear us”,

The lady rolls her eyes at the statement and raises her brow, “and you didn’t worry about the before?, shouldn’t you have learned to behave centuries ago?”,

His grin is unwavering as he clicks his tongue, dangerously wide eyed, “the past centuries haven’t changed much”,

She wrinkled her nose, the purple glow slipping off her hair as raindrops, although it quickly turns into small waves of flame. It won’t hurt them or him, only if she would have wanted too.

“They would still burn a witch on the stake”, the grin is replaced with a sly smile and she huffs, the dagger moved away from his chest. She must have been reminded of her sister, although she was a faerie and not a witch, two different things. And no she wasn’t dead.

“And I would still, pierce this iron dagger through your chest watching as your flesh melts and hum along to your screams”,

“Well, that isn’t edgy at all”, it’s now his turn to roll his eyes, taking a seat across from her as they proceed to grasp their cups refilled by a magical kettle floating over the table.

“And your fangs are sooo cool and original?”,

“They could tear apart a bitch, I tell you”.

Natalya gives a light grin at the comment and braces herself for whatever the reason was for him to arrive here during her tea time.

“Oh, if we must move again, must we take that cat with us?”,

The cat pauses from the process of licking its tummy, it’s green eyes glowing dangerously under the sunlight.

A frown graces her lips, “Yes, muffins shall come with us wherever we may go”, he groans at the response and swears the cat gives him a mocking expression.

“Muffins?, that old lady”, the cat almost seems offended,”is immortal, can float and has claws that could disfigure a person for life”.

Natalya sips her tea without any worry, there’s a knock at the door and the both of them stare at each other for a while.

“Seems like Jones have found us”, he states amusingly and Natalya snorts.

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.

.

“Great, they have ran away again”,

There’s a disdain in Matthews tone, the room they were standing in is now bare with no trace of someone else living there.

The neighbors were creeped out to say the least and no threatening could get anything out of them.

Alfred narrows his eyes at the window, wide open and the curtains flailing around. He clenched his gun tightly, gritting his teeth as a hand is placed on his shoulder.

“There, there it will be fine”,

Footsteps echoes in the room and Alistair takes out a cigar, lightning it up. A careless, dangerous grin forms on his lips, eyes shimmering green, but obviously the two human mortals do not notice so. Who knew he could manipulate a horde of hunters? This was far too easy.

“We will get them just in time”, he can feel the anger brimming off Alfred and can’t help but feed off the negative energy. Matthew’s sweet disdain and a hint of anxiety has always been soothing.

He watches the smoke from his cigar move gracefully and listens to Matthew talk with Lars about dragon-sightings near the area, which has never been heard for centuries by the woodland ‘aka mythical’ creatures.

Arthur’s memories flashes through his mind, and as always the desire for revenge the boy has had for the one thing that took his humanity away.

He sighs. Even without the hunters, he would still find a way to stop Arthur before he does something regrettable for the creatures that shouldn’t be revealed about to anyone.

‘I will show him’,

‘After all, I raised the damn brat’.