#hetaliapolyshipweek2022

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Day 4: Farm Life

Ship: Arthur Kirkland x Elizabeth I (reincarnated) x Alfred F. Jones

Cowritten with: @phantom-wolf

Summary: Elizabeth owns a ranch and her beloveds work alongside her to keep it running smoothly. Arthur brings his skills as a veterinarian to help Duchess, Elizabeth's treasured mare give birth. With help from the head ranch hand and her other love Alfred they do their best to help Duchess deliver her foal. Then they are left with a conundrum: a horse with no name...

Note: Due to various circumstances, this piece could not be posted in time for the event. But we still wanted to share it as soon as we could on here, and we hope that you enjoy it as late as it is! Hopefully it shows up in the tags for the event even if it can’t be rebloged to the event’s page. 

[the-engdyssey]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

@hetalia-polyship-week

Day 4: Supernatural

Ship: Arthur Kirkland x Elizabeth i (reincarnated) x Alfred F. Jones

Co written with: @phantom-wolf

Summary: Alfred has been enjoying the other half of his nature with his two loves in their domain. But when Alfred breaks his leg as a bull, Arthur and Elizabeth are forced to encourage him to do the one thing they fear most of all. The one thing they made him promise to never do after they had witnessed the slaughter of their kind. Interact with the human world.

[the-engdyssey]

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@hetalia-polyship-week

Day 2: Historical 

Title: Tooter the Sweeter

Ship: Arthur Kirkland x Elizabeth I x Alfred F. Jones

Co-Written with: @phantom-wolf

Summary: Arthur both wanted to leave and wanted to stay, but not for the same reasons as his fellow soldiers. He wanted to leave because he wanted to get back to the battlefield. His country needed him, his fellow soldiers and friends needed him, and he took pride in serving his country as horrifying as it was. He took no pleasure in the muck and filth of the trenches. He found no valor in the bloodshed required to gain a few inches of enemy territory. It was hell. He didn't want to go back, but his sense of duty–of pride–screamed at him that he had to. He had something like a guardian angel, after all. Terrible shame for him to waste that.

He wanted to leave, but it was overridden by his desire to stay. He wanted to stay, because he feared that if he left, he would never see her again.