Info: A one-shot written by me, part of my fic-series 'Siblings and Quibblings', which is essentially where I upload my unrelated one-shot fics focused on the Nordic family.
Name: Children of Land - The Call to Wander.
MC: Norway, and kind of Sweden. Pretty much 89% Norway though.
Summary: The tug in Norway's heart calls him to wander, and with some luck he might also find something, or someone, on the other end.
Arthur Kirkland wasn't the best cook out there. While he excelled in baking making delicious desserts and such, whenever he'd try to actually cook it'd end in a complete disaster. It didn't help that his friend/enemy Francis would make fun of him or criticize him for it. So to try and fix this problem Arthur had decided to do something that he never thought he'd ever do.
He was going to go to a cooking class.
He'd made sure to schedule the classes where he wouldn't be found out by people like Francis or Alfred. Matthew he didn't mind too much if he found out about the classes given that he actually tried to encourage Arthur with stuff like this. His first class was rather awkward. Arthur made his way towards the classroom, nervously looking around to make sure that he wasn't seen by someone he knew. Once the coast was clear he stepped inside the classroom. Several others were inside the room all getting their things ready to start cooking. Arthur looked for an empty place and quickly found one in the back of the classroom. Setting his things down he sat there quietly obversing the rest of the room. The rest of the adults who had joined the class talked amongst themselves before the door burst open.
"Mi dispiace everyone! I was running a bit late! Ah anyways welcome to cooking with Vargas! I'm your teacher Feliciano Vargas, but you can call me Feli! Now let's get started, first we'll start with a simple dish! Pasta~!"
A man with tan skin and auburn hair with a strange curl spoke to the class. A bright smile was on his face and seemed to radiate nothing but cheerfulness. His voice was smooth and a bit higher in pitch with a thick Italian accent. Arthur noticed several of the women in the classroom begin to fawn over their new teacher while the Englishman tried not to roll his eyes. Feliciano began to speak to the classroom again, explaining how to get things started to make the pasta. Arthur followed along, making sure to boil the water at the right temperature.
'Seems rather easy so far.'
Arthur thought feeling a bit proud of himself for doing good so far. Feliciano made his way around the classroom, helping out those who didn't quite understand what he'd been trying to say (a lot of them unsurprisingly women much to Arthur's annoyance). Arthur was watching the water boil when an accented voice startled him.
"Ve, that's a bit too high in temperature! Try lowering it a bit, or else it'll go everywhere."
Feliciano said obversing Arthur's work. The Englishman blinked at him and couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed.
"Ah right of course, my mistake."
He said turning the water down some. Feliciano gave him a beaming smile, looking suddenly extremely attractive. Arthur swallowed and looked away not wanting to be caught staring.
"It's all good, we all make mistakes especially when we're learning something new! That's why I'm here to help you out!"
Feliciano said flashing another smile towards him and made his way towards another student. Arthur felt his face flush now that he'd seen his teacher up close. Now that he'd seen it was very clear that Feliciano was at least a few years younger than him, and he was taller than him too. He was a rather good looking young man even if he had his eyes closed for some strange reason. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts Arthur continued to follow Feli's teaching, trying to not mess it up. Before he knew it he was done with the dish and it was sitting on the plate. The noodles looked a bit soggy and slightly burnt and the pasta sauce was a bit watery but other than that, his dish turned out surprisingly okay. Feli smiled at his class pride radiating off of him.
"Molto bene everyone! You all did a fantastic job today! Next week we'll try another easy dish and work up from there! See you next week!"
Feli chirped happily excusing the classroom. The room full of adults began to clear out, a few of the women who were there attempting to flirt with the Italian who seemed oblivious to their obvious interest. Arthur was one of the last people out of the room, gathering his things and making sure he had everything. He was about to leave when Feliciano stopped him.
"Ah Arturo if you could hold on for a moment I'd like to talk to you."
Feli said making Arthur swear mentally.
"Of course Mr. Vargas. Is something the matter?"
Arthur asked though he had a feeling of what he wanted to talk to him about. Feliciano gave him a reassuring smile and gestured him closer.
"Please call me Feli. As for what I wanted to talk to you about, I had noticed that you were struggling at times during the lesson. I'm guessing that this is your first time in a cooking class si?"
The Italian asked curious. Arthur felt himself grow flustered.
"Ah well.....bloody hell is it really that obvious?"
Arthur asked sounding somewhat frustrated. Feli didn't seem deterred by his tone instead nodding to confirm it.
"Si it kinda is. But it's alright! I have a solution!"
Feli chirped. Arthur gave him a confused yet cautious.
"A solution....?"
He asked hesitant. Feli nodded.
"Si! I'll give you private lessons and teach you all there is to know about cooking!"
Feliciano said sounding pleased. Arthur's eyes went wide with shock and he quickly tried to turn him down.
"Oh no Mr. Vargas you don't have to do that! I'm a grown man I can learn with the rest of the class-"
Arthur began to deny the offer but Feliciano cut him off.
"The only thing I ask in return is that you join me for dinner~"
Feliciano said his tone shifting to something smoother. Arthur stopped dead in his tracks, his green eyes wide as he processed what Feliciano was asking him.
"L-like a date.....?"
Arthur asked his voice cracking slightly. Feli let out a small laugh and nodded.
"Si. Like a date, but only if you want to. Either way I'll still give you the lessons."
The Italian said now sounding slightly nervous. The Englishman stared at him thinking about it, his pale cheeks slowly going more and more red.
"I wouldn't mind per say....you really know how to be persuasive you cheeky brat."
Arthur said flustered by all of this. Feliciano opened his eyes, bright amber hues staring into warm green ones. Arthur felt his breath be taken away by the sudden attractiveness that he was seeing. Dear lord he was too good looking.
"Great! I know a great restaurant that serves excellent food, let me get my things and I'll take you! Oh and by the way, it's Feli not Mr. Vargas, if I'm taking you to dinner then I'd love to hear you say my actual name."
Feliciano said with a charming smile. Arthur swallowed and nodded.
"Very well then Feli......I'm looking forward to it."
Arthur said offering his own small smile. Maybe cooking class wasn't so bad after all.
*No thoughts, head empty. Only them. I'm an absolute slut for these kinds of AUs and what better pairing to go with it other than EngIta? Also Feli being smooth as all hell is something that waters my crops shsgsgdgdh. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!!!!*
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Most of the mill girls at the Lowell mill had accepted the fact that their lives would be difficult. Tatjana Laurinaitis was no exception, until one day in the September of 1836. After that, nothing could ever be the same.
cheepter feeve >:3 today, tatjana will make a decision
this fic now has both a playlist and some art, done by @witchysheep! (who btw you should check out bc she’s got some neat stuff!) if you’d like to read from the start, you can do that here!
would you ever write a fic with pappa sweden and maybe newborn ladonia or sealand?
I've written a few before, and I would love to do it again when I find the time. Now Tumblr doesn't love links, but if you're looking for my Hetalia fanfictions I'd recommend to search up my username 95Jezzica on Fanfiction (.) net
I have plenty of fanfictions and one-shots, but the ones which fit your wants best (based on your question) would likely be...
... the fic "Snippets of Love" , where you'll find the one shot/stand-alone chapter "He's Kidding", which focus on Sweden as he first gets to show off (a newborn) Ladonia to the other nations.
(There's technically SuFin in the chapter, fair warning? But in that chapter it's very background stuff, and the focus is on Sweden getting to show off Ladonia to the rest of the nations). [Genre: Sweetness/light humor].
... the one-shot fic Buying Family , which is about when Sweden buys *cough* adopts Sealand and Norway is way too tired to deal with Sweden's nonsense. xD . [Genre: Humor].
... the fic Siblings and Quibblings, where you will find the one shot/stand-alone chapter Parenting is Warranting. In this one-shot Sweden finds out the danger of children being silent and thinking. xD . [Genre: Humor].
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Sweden is only mentioned in my fic Power of Languages , but if you're up for some sibling sweetness between Sealand and Ladonia then I can also nudge you towards that one. :)
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"Jezz, why aren't you on ao3???"
Eh... Okay, so I technically already have an account? I just find the site confusing and haven't made the actual move over (yet?). Will get to that one day, I'm sure. Probably. Maybe. One day. x')
It wasn't often that Feliciano or better known as Italy, stepped out of his comfort zone. The chipper Italian was known for sticking with those he personally knew and running away whenever he faced someone who scared him. Yet today for some strange reason, Feliciano Vargas was doing something he'd never done before. He was stepping out of his comfort zone and trying to reach out to one of the very people who terrified him the most.
Today he was going to try and talk to none other than Arthur Kirkland, or better known as Great Britain or England.
Where this sudden need to talk to the grouchy Englishman came from was surprisingly when he'd noticed him at one of the world meetings. It was taking place in Berlin, the room was filled with different countries all arguing or somewhat shouting over one another. Complete chaos rained over the whole meeting, while Feli's friend Ludwig tried to get the room back in order. Feli was somewhat zoning out again, doodling on one of his numerous spare sheets of paper when he caught sight of messy blonde hair across the room. Gazing up Feli took notice of Arthur who surprisingly wasn't yelling or swearing at Francis or Alfred. No instead for once the Englishman was quietly obversing the chaos around him, not really bothering to intervene with it. Feli couldn't help but notice how strangely not scary his fellow nation was that day. For once Arthur wasn't glaring his deathly glare at anyone, instead his expression was filled with a bit more ease, his bright green eyes somewhat softer than normal. His expression which was usually tense and guarded was now somewhat relaxed. Even his eyebrows which were usually furrowed were relaxed, and shockingly enough they didn't look as bad as they usually did.
Feliciano couldn't help but stare, a feeling of disbelief flooding through him as he caught sight of this rare side of Arthur. He took note of everything, from the way his posture seemed at ease and how his expression was a bit more open then it always was. It was bizarre to see yet Feli thought that the look actually looked better on him. Unfortunately this unguarded look didn't last long because the Englishman quickly looked over at him and his expression instantly shut itself down, going back to the terrifying expression that Feli knew. The Italian flinched at the glare he received and looked away, no longer giving him attention. Shortly after that moment Ludwig had finally gotten the meeting back on track and the nations began their meeting. Arthur turned his razor sharp glare back towards Ludwig and the other nations, giving them his full attention instead of glaring holes into the Italian's head.
Feliciano went back to doodling again however his heart wasn't as into it, instead his mind was more focused on the rare image of Arthur that he'd managed to get a glimpse at. It played through his head like a record player, consuming his thoughts. He got so lost in his musings that he nearly jumped when he heard Kiku talk to him.
"What? I'm sorry could you repeat that Japan?"
Feliciano asked his voice somewhat spacey. Kiku gave his friend a small look, not at all bothered by his friend's spacing out and repeated what he had said.
"I said that the meeting is over. We need to get going Italy."
Kiku said softly. Feli gave a jerking nod and began to gather his things quickly. Without much thought his eyes gazed back towards where Arthur had been sitting and with a hint of disappointment found that he'd already left. Not thinking too much about it Feliciano followed Kiku out of the meeting room, chatting mindlessly about everything and anything. It was only later when he'd went back to his hotel room and began to look through his papers that he noticed the doodles he'd done had ended up being of Arthur and once again his interest was peeked.
'Why was Arthur so guarded? Why can't he look like that all the time? Has he ever had a moment where he completely relaxed?'
Questions kept popping up but he didn't have any answers to. And those questions kept piling up the more Feli began to actually notice Arthur. Whenever there was a new meeting the Italian found himself always watching the Englishman, noticing little things about him. He leaned that Arthur when he was bored during the meetings would kept a small thing of needle work on him and work on it under the table or behind his briefcase. Or how whenever he had a good cup of tea he'd let out a small smile as he'd sip on it. Or how whenever Arthur was in the sunlight his hair was a golden color, or how his eyes when not guarded were a nice warm green color, or how if he looked closely enough he noticed that Arthur had light freckles all over his cheeks. With each little thing Feliciano noticed the more he found himself no longer fearing the ex-empire, but instead wanting to talk to him. Which led him to the current moment where he was going to try and step out of his bubble and finally communicate with Arthur.
The meeting had just ended, having taken place in D.C. this time. Feli had quickly packed up his things and made his way out of the meeting room, catching sight of Arthur and Alfred. The Englishman was quietly listening to whatever the American was saying, despite looking disinterested in it. Feliciano took a deep breath and made his way towards the duo, trying to display confidence.
"I'm telling ya dude, the robots could totally work!"
Alfred exclaimed trying to persuade his senior nation with his idea. Arthur gave Alfred a small unamused look.
"If you don't plan accordingly then I highly doubt they will. You really need to plan more ahead America, lest you want to be taken more seriously."
Arthur replied his criticism breaking through his tone. Alfred frowned at him and was gonna say something when Feli finally spoke up.
"Ciao~! America! England!"
Feliciano chirped startling the duo. Alfred turned towards him and gave him a bright smile while Arthur seemed to stiffen already guarded.
"Italy hey! What's happening?"
Alfred said matching his enthusiasm. Feli gave a bright smile back.
"It's nothing! I was just wondering if I could maybe talk to England a bit....."
Feliciano said trailing off when he noticed how they stared at him. Alfred looked shocked while Arthur just stared uneasy and nervous.
"If you insist on it, then we'll talk. America my apologies but it seems as if there's a matter that must be attended to."
Arthur said giving Alfred a small look. The American quickly waved him off shooting him a bright smile.
"Hey it's cool dude! We can chat later! See ya later England! Bye Italy!"
Alfred said already walking down the hallway with a wave towards them. The two watched him go before Arthur finally turned his attention to Feliciano.
"So what is this about Italy?"
Arthur asked his voice sharp and professional. Feli bit back his slight anxiety at the tone and gave Arthur a small smile.
"Well I had wanted to ask you if you'd like to join me for dinner!"
Feli said with a beam. Arthur gave him a look, green eyes searching and cautious.
"Why? Shouldn't you ask Germany or Japan?"
The Englishman asked confused.
"Well Germany is busy with some things and Japan had already made plans with Greece, so I thought maybe we could go instead!"
The Italian said somewhat awkwardly. Again Arthur gave him a small stare, his expression unreadable. Feli couldn't help but start to grow anxious from the lack of response before Arthur finally spoke up.
"Well it wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me to turn down an invitation......"
Arthur said his voice somewhat hesitant yet guarded. Feliciano perked up at that and gave him a beaming smile.
"Great! I've heard of this really great place from Romano that serves some really good food! We can go there!"
Feli chirped happily and without thinking about it he grabbed Arthur's hand and began to drag him down the hallway. Arthur sputtered startled by the sudden contact but willingly allowed Feli to lead him.
"Bloody hell-! I'm coming Italy no need to drag me you prat-!"
Arthur snapped. To his shock Feli just laughed and gave him a small smile.
"Ve~ Sorry England I just really want to show you this place! I'll try not to drag you too much!"
Feli said showing not a hint of fear. Arthur just stared at him baffled by the Italian's sudden attitude change towards him before shaking his head slightly, flickering his face to the side. Feliciano snuck a small look at his companion and noticed how his face was slightly red, obviously not used to random contact like this. The Italian felt his chest warm at the sight of the Englishman looking so flustered by all of this.
'He looks really pretty with blushing cheeks. I wonder what else this man is hiding underneath all of his guarded exterior?'
Feliciano couldn't help but think as he dragged Arthur outside and into the streets of Washington. Feli knew that he'd need to work hard at this possible friendship with Arthur, but he somehow knew deep down that it'd be worth it. Seeing Arthur and discovering these sides to him was thrilling, like a unfinished painting just waiting to be blended together to make a beautiful masterpiece. He just had to be patient and Feliciano Vargas had plenty of practice in that area.
As long as he could get to know Arthur and see the real him hidden beneath, then he'd be willing to wait for centuries.
*What's this? Is this EngIta???? Yes, yes it is. This is my first fic involving a Hetalia pairing so it was really fun to write!! Also I apologize in advance if they're OOC, I'm still getting hang of the Hetalia characters since it's been so long since I've really brushed up on them. Tbh I wrote this trying to think about how their relationship/friendship could start and I went with Feliciano taking the first step, given that he's much more friendlier than Arthur and would most likely be the one to try and reach out first. I'm planning on writing a lot more for these two idiots and I hope that y'all stick around for the ride!!! Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!!!*
I would love to see you write something about a platonic relationship you really like, whether it’s writing or hcs!
omg im so sorry this took me so long! i have been. busy. but anyway. here you have banter between my two favorite idiots, Alfred Jones and Lorenzo Vargas :P
Their road trip was years in the making, and something the pair looked forward to, though neither could remember why they’d decided to take it. If Alfred remembered correctly, the plan for a road trip to the City was first made during their freshman year during gym class. Lorenzo really hated gym, so they passed the time by talking about the future. Alfred also hated gym, because everything was a watered down version of the actual sport. And dodgeballs were a weird texture.
Yet here they were, packing up Lorenzo’s car, a white Fiat that he theoretically shared with his little brother. Alfred wasn't even sure Feliciano had a copy of the keys. But that didn’t matter, because Feli wasn’t invited. It was a bros-only, post graduation celebratory trip to New York, four years in the making. In the weeks leading up to graduation, Alfred spent every lunch period outlining his plan for their getaway. Lorenzo thought it was kind of stupid, as a self proclaimed go-with-the-flow sort of guy. Just a go with the flow sort of guy who plans his outfits a week in advance, Alfred thought to himself as he lifted his suitcase into the trunk.
“That’s everything,” He said to himself, then ran around the other side of the car to check if he was right. Blankets, cooler, airplane neck rest pillow thing, first aid kit…Okay, yeah, he had everything! “You ready, Lorenzo?”
“Mhm,” Lorenzo said from the front seat. He slouched, unbuckled, with his phone in hand. “Looking up the directions now.”
“Sick, dude,” Alfred said, and climbed into his seat. “We stopping by a gas station at all?”
“Mm-mm.” Lorenzo shook his head, “Filled her up last night.” He set his phone in the cupholder, and buckled his seatbelt. Alfred followed suit, strapping in. “Okay, let’s fuckin go.”
“You ready to see discount Italy?” Alfred asked. It was Lorenzo’s first time visiting New York. It was also Alfred’s, sort of. He’d been there for six hours one time at the airport, catching a plane to Vancouver. And the airport was technically in the city, so. Yeah, he’d been to New York!
“Yeah, yeah,” Lorenzo said, putting the car in drive. He leaned forward, peering over the steering wheel. He wasn't particularly short, he just liked to drive like that. “Honestly, if you’ve seen one you’ve seen ‘em all. It doesn’t compare, ya know?”
“Mm,” Alfred said, “I get that, but also you can’t not compare all the other discount Italies.”
“Oh, yeah, you can definitely compare those, and they all suck. No flavor, zero out of ten.” Lorenzo said.
“I don't know man, New York hits different. It definitely tastes like something.”
“Maybe you could lick the ground and find out,” Lorenzo mumbled.
“Mmm, only if you pay me,” Alfred stretched, straightening his legs as far as they would go. Maybe he should migrate to the back seat, where he could extend further.
“Pshh,” Lorenzo said, “No way, you’d ask for too much.”
“Okay, well, how much would you give me to lick the ground? And what ground am I licking?”
“Uh,” Lorenzo said, narrowing his eyes at the road. He was perched in an almost bird-like position, nose scrunched as he turned towards the highway. “Somewhere in Manhattan, and I’d give you twenty dollars.” Alfred felt his mouth dropping open, and a protest was already building in his throat when Lorenzo spoke up again. “Okay, I’d give you twenty and also pay for a drink- Anything you want!- To rinse your mouth out after.” Alfred closed his mouth, contemplating.
“Anything?”
“Yes, anything,” Lorenzo said, “Unless you want, like, one of those stupid fifty dollar Starbucks drinks.”
“But you said-”
“I am deciding the terms of this- this ground licking!” Lorenzo quipped, though he kept his eyes squinting at the road before him.
“But it’s my tongue that’s in danger,” Alfred said, “Would you really deny me a $50 Starbucks drink? For my tongue rehab?”
“Tongue rehab,” Lorenzo said, shaking his head, though there was humor in his voice.
“I mean, you suggested it, I was just- I was just putting a name to it,” Alfred said, “But yeah, it’s tongue rehab. What if there was pigeon shit on the ground?!”
“Oh, there absolutely has been,” Lorenzo said, “But anyway. I’ll give you twenty dollars and a reasonably priced drink of your choice for your efforts.”
“Awesome,” Alfred said, then sighed. “God, don't you ever just want to be a carrier pigeon?”
“No,” Lorenzo said.
“Imagine it,” Alfred said, dreamily. He threw his hands up, as if that illustrated his point. “Flying around as you pleased, but you have a mission-!”
“Ah yes, I always fantasize about being an airborne mailman.”
“But its so much more than that!” Alfred insisted. Carrier pigeons were such an instrumental piece of New York’s culture…
“Okay,” Lorenzo said, almost laughing. He pressed down on the gas pedal, despite the yellow light ahead of them.
“Bro, watch out for that yellow light,” Alfred said, gesturing.
“I am,” Lorenzo said, speeding up further, “Don't worry, dude, I know how to drive.”
“Okay, that might work on the girls at school, but- JESUS CHRIST-” Alfred’s hand flew up and grasped the little handle in the roof of the car. The light had turned red, but Lorenzo only pressed harder on the gas, despite another car almost ramming into his side.
“Bro, what the fuck!” Alfred gasped, clutching his chest, “The traffic lights are there for a reason-!”
“That’s just a suggestion,” Lorenzo said, “Calm down, you big baby.” Alfred swallowed, but didn't let go of the handle in the car’s roof. His heart was in his throat, but he could fix that- Alfred turned slightly, reaching into the back seat, and grabbed a Monster from the cooler.
“No the fuck it’s not,” Alfred said, “The lights are there for a reason, dude!”
“Okay,” Lorenzo joked, “Guess its a good thing we have seatbelts.” Alfred felt like he was supposed to argue with that, but seeing as it was sound and true, he couldn't.
“Shut up,” He muttered, and opened his monster.
“Fine, fine, I’ll obey your little traffic laws,” Lorenzo said. Alfred only shook his head. On the inside, he was giggling with excitement.
