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I'm having so much fun

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🐥 Just Bros Being Bros 🐥

[aurorawgrice]

APH - Hungary 

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🇵🇭HELLO AGAIN MY DEAR OC🇵🇭

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Sooooooooo, I believe some of y'all already know my views regarding the official design of Philippines in the new Hetalia season several months ago... I have to admit. I was sad and salty about it. I really thought that more female-personified countries would be added to the series, but I was wrong. Then again, Hetalia's audience mostly consists of teenage girls, and I don't blame them for that. Regardless of the official design of my country, I'm still proud of it. It just so happens that I also love the show for its comedy and little facts about history in general. So, some of y'all are now thinking what would happen to my design of Philippines before the official design was released... Well, since I still love my design of Philippines, I've now decided to just label it as an AU of the Nyotalia style of the official one. Easy as that. 😅👌

BTW, just want to share something: I still haven't watched the new season yet. I'm still waiting for the English Dub release XD.

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Sun is outta whack today, so the images are pretty dark.

{ Critique is welcome! }

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Doodle of Spain and Portugal~

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Defiance Against the Expected (To Stand Alone Chapter 6)

Did I just write an update? Yes I did. WARNING: CONTAINS DESCRIPTION OF TORTURE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 

The words didn’t register. He barely had a moment to process their weight or meaning before a sharp pain exploded from his back. His felt the skin slice and burn with agony as the whip tore open the skin. A loud scream filled the dark air, and Dimitrov buried his body into the splintered wood to try and escape the terrible ache.

A silence fell amongst the crowed. It hung over their heads like a knife, and to break it would be to defy God himself. The only sound that emanated was the sudden wailing of Dimitrov, who never before had ever experienced such tortures. The wound was opened and already bleeding, which only promised more pain to the Bulgarian, who was already fumbling with apologies and pleads before a second strike was thrown against his back.

The thing must have been barbed, Dimitrov would later think, as the second lashing buried right into the first one, slashing at already tender skin. Dimitrov screamed out again, his fists tight around the rope that bound him as he tried to escape, his body doing anything now to get away from the pain. His wants be damned, his needs be damned, he wanted far away from this torture.

“Please!” He begged the town. He looked at no one, yet his eyes met everyone’s as he scanned for weeping eyes across the faces he loved. But his head fell forward as another crack sounded, and his sobs became unintelligible.

Blood poured from his wound slow and thick. It soaked it the rags he had been given to wear, and soon the pale brown would be mistaken for a dark red. It was warm against his unharmed back. Surely, the whip would be sloshing his blood around by now, coating whatever may be in his range. Perhaps it was the priest, whose eyes went well with the color. Dimitrov was reminded of his nightmare for a moment, and he wondered if the monster had been Father Slavkov after all.

Another crack, another scream. No one spoke a word. A few onlookers had began to weep as well, though whether it was for Dimitrov, or for the gruesome sight was anyone’s guess, and it would not be revealed as all remained motionless at the torture of the one the once thought of as a hero. If Dimitrov were to scan the crowd for his fiance, she would not be found. Eliza hid away, unable to stand the sight. Despite her willingness to convince Dimitrov to accept this, she could not bear to see the man like this. She still loved him. But she loved her town equally as much.

As for Sadik, Dimitrov never would have found him. He was in his home, heavily drinking. The Bulgarian would never learn that the sound of his screams could be heard across the town, where Sadik found himself drunk and sobbing.

Another slash, another cry. Dimitrov thought that surely, this was close to being over, despite having only begun. His body was hot, sweat mixed with blood, stinging his open wounds. His body was already limp, unable to handle such torture. One more, words fell from his mouth. Most of them were sorry, some were stop. No one would listen though. Dimitrov knew, this is where he would die. Condemned and tortured, just as he should have died all those years ago. He had only avoided what was obviously meant to be his fate. He felt his knees give out, and he fell to the ground, causing the whip that had been coming down to strike against the wood right above his head, barely missing it.

“That will not count towards your total, Alexi.” Father Slavkov called out to him, but it went unnoticed and unanswered as Dimitrov’s chest rose and fell hard. His chest was burning with the near intensity of his back, and he was sure that he was then going to die of a heart attack before the pain could get to him. He thought it a kind mercy of fate.

His vision grew dark. He wondered if Eliza would pay for his burial, or if she would reject him for dying. She wouldn’t be a widow, at least. And Sadik technically wouldn’t be losing a son either. In fact, the more Dimitrov thought, the more he realized that perhaps, he wouldn’t be as missed as he might have thought. He obviously wasn’t as loved as he had thought, the love he had worked so hard to earn. Gone, all in a moment.

He could feel consciousness falling from him, both from pain and from his high fever, which was worse. He coughed and cried, limply hugging the pole. His eyes closed, and he could hear the world fading fast. He was ready to give up.

A crack filled the air, and was then met with horrifying gasps. Dimitrov did not understand.

No pain had fallen upon him.

His eyes opened weakly, but all he saw was the petrified faces of the town staring at something behind him, just before loud shrieking filled the air. Dimitrov tried to look over, but was unable to. What he did see was people scampering about. Screamed filled the air. Dimitrov tried to stand up, bit only managed to get up slightly before falling back forward, gasping at the effort. He could hear a commotion going on behind him. He didn’t know if he should fear this new development, but the rest from the beatings were enough to make him dizzy once more, though he fought to stay awake.

There was a violent cry from behind him, before a loud thud was heard Dimitrov weakly pulled against the ropes, trying to pull free. He looked up, hoping someone would stop and free him, but everyone simply ran in their panics, trying to find refuge.

However, one person did stand out to him. Flying past was Father Slavkov, his robes dragging behind him as he tried to run to safety, the church, where most people would try and hide. He whipped around to look back at the threat, before his eyes fell on Dimitrov. Father Slavkov’s eyes finally gave way to emotion, fear, before they mutated into something dark and sinister, that left Dimitrov cold despite his fever.

“This is what you want!” The priest cried, looking towards the being behind Dimitrov, his longer fingers pointing at him, condemning him to the beast. The fear remained in the Father’s eyes, but they were more clear than anything Dimitrov had witnessed over the course of these events. When he seemingly got what he wanted, Father Slavkov quickly spun around and hurried back towards the church. The middle of town had cleared out by now, Dimitrov only desperately trying to pull away. Despite the sudden quiet, he could feel he wasn’t alone. His whole body burned with pain and fear as footsteps walked towards him. Dimitrov gave up. He knew today would be the day he died. He laid his head against the wooden pole and cried. He deserved this, he reasoned. Perhaps he really had brought a curse upon this town.  

“Just get on with it this time.” Dimitrov yelled. The walking stopped, and  Dimitrov was afraid to look up. He hugged the pole tightly, before a calming sense washed over him, suddenly and unexpectedly.

Dimitrov knew he ought to fear this sudden change in feeling. He knew it probably meant something dangerous, and the urge to look up would mostly likely seal his fate. His eyes burned to see though. He lifted his head. Tears stilled stained his cheeks, and sweat made his hair stick to his face. As his green eyes opened, and looked at what stood above him, he was met with scarlet red eyes that glowed beneath a beautiful mask, with painted blue detail. He couldn’t see it, but he swore he saw a smile form on the being’s face.

“It’s okay.” It said. “You’ll be safe.” And as sleep overtook his body, Dimitrov was inclined to believe him.

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