Okay ughhh I love them but I don’t have many thoughts we’ll see what number I get to.
Czechia typically wakes up first, liking to be by herself for a bit with her coffee and cigarette before Slovakia joins her for breakfast and her second cup
Slovakia says ‘I love you’ more often but Czechia no matter what always replies ‘I love you too’
Czechia is gremlin and climbs on counters and books and everything that isn’t a ladder to reach things, Slovakia is so scared for her
Continuing on Czechia is gremlin, she’s a sore loser AND what I like to call a sore winner. Aka a nightmare to compete with. She still somehow drags Slovakia into playing games and competing with her though. Baby why do you do this to yourself?
They fell in love either before/during their marriage, but didn’t confess til after their divorce
She’s not very good with people, but she loves being with him, even sometimes when she doesn’t want to be with people. He is the exception
He can easily pick her up but doesn’t do it a lot cause she has to be in the right mood or she’ll pull his hair and kick him lmao
Slovakia loves couples costumes, Czechia tolerates them
Too tired to think anymore lol, so got 8/10, which means I passed yay! Hope you like them 🤗
favorite thing about them
The on-point accuracy. Probably one of Hima's best characters
Least favourite thing about them
Inability to cook. Excuse me but banoffee pie is delicious.
Favorite line
"Santo Rita Mita Maeda Ringo Jonah Tito Marlon Jack La Toya Janet Micheal Dumbledora the Explora. From the depths of Hell, I SUMMON THEE!"
brOTP
Asakiku
OTP
FrUK. Yes, I'm basic that way.
nOTP
Anything with the micronations or UK bros.
random headcanon
England can cook, he's just bullied by the others.
unpopular opinion
He is so fucking overrated. Istg he's not that special
1. What’s your favorite character(s) to write for?
This isn’t particularly surprising, but I love writing for nyo England!
7. What story/headcanons do you feel the proudest of?
For stories, The Great Frost Fair of 1683 (which I’ll link later when I’m at my laptop) is the one I’m proudest of, as well as my historical drabbles. I’m afraid my mind’s gone blank in terms of headcanons but one that pops to mind is my headcanon that nyo Wales and nyo England have necklaces like these:
Before he was Spring he represented the time of growth and Autumn represented the time of harvest, this changed when Summer and Winter were born from their mixed blood during one of their fights.
If you're still doing the fluff prompts may I suggest 5. “You’re unbelievable cute when you’re tired.” for GerEng 🥺 👉👈
Author's Note: Of course you can, Kat! Here you go. <3 I hope I did your otp justice and you like this little story I wrote for them! [From this prompt list.]
You're unbelievably cute when you're tired
It was raining.
The pitter-patter of the droplets shook England back to reality. He lowered the book he had been reading and looked at the bedside table.
The alarm clock read 11:15 pm.
And Germany wasn’t home yet.
England’s brow furrowed. Sure, Germany had told him he was working late tonight but this was pushing it. Even for him.
England had half a mind to call his cell phone, command him to jump in his car and come home already, when he saw the haze of headlights ghosting over the walls and heard the front door being unlocked mere moments later.
After some shuffling noises downstairs, the floorboards of the stairs creaked as Germany made his way upstairs.
“Oh,” he said barely audible, surprised to see England was still up. “You’re awake?”
It was a rhetorical question but England couldn’t help himself. “Obviously,” he replied drily, crossing his arms over his chest, his brow still furrowed.
Germany’s eyes dropped towards his toes. “I’m sorry,” he seemed hesitant to cross the threshold of the bedroom, standing awkwardly in the doorway. “I didn’t mean to worry you. Work just took a lot longer than I had anticipated.”
“Apparently,” England said, a hint of sarcasm still present in his voice. He unfurled his arms to pick up the book that now lay forgotten in his lap. “What on earth takes that long to finish, though?” He closed the book and put it on the nightstand together with his reading glasses. “You left at 8 o’clock this morning for crying out loud.”
Germany sighed warily. “Just some European Union related legislation and, well─” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Let’s just say it’s not easy trying to come up with something that will make 27 different nations happy.”
“Well,” England lifted his brow in sympathy, knowing all too well how arduous some things could get, even if he wasn’t a part of the EU himself anymore. “I guess not.”
Germany pulled a face and tried to lean against the doorframe but because of his obvious fatigue, he misjudged the distance and almost toppled over.
England tried to conceal his snort by coughing into his hand. Germany’s face was beet red.
“Come to bed,” England smirked. “You look about ready to keel over.”
Germany cleared his throat and walked rigidly into the room. It almost looked like he was moving in slow-motion as he undressed and fell onto the bed when he got to his underwear. He still managed to take off his socks before slipping under the covers, not even bothering putting on his pyjamas.
England wiggled down the mattress until he was laying parallel to the man beside him and shuffled closer so he could wrap an arm across Germany’s broad chest. His hand found its way to Germany’s hair and the loving ministrations of his fingers made the slicked back hairstyle come easily undone.
England propped himself up on one elbow and stared fondly at the flush of Germany’s cheeks, the now loose strands of blonde hair and the peaceful expression on his face.
“You know,” he whispered closely to the shell of Germany’s ear. “You’re unbelievably cute when you’re tired.”
The only reply he got was a soft snore.
England shook his head in disbelief. He had hoped to still receive some cuddles before falling asleep, but that was clearly not to be tonight. He sighed in defeat but couldn’t help being completely enamoured by the sight of the sleeping man beside him.
He pulled the blankets closer around them and kissed Germany on the cheek, softly.
