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IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE TRANSPARENT. *throws these dumb lil shits at u*

Mochitalia of AmeIta.

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America raiding the snack table. Italy easily lured with the promise of tomato. 🍅

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【APヘタリアMMD】読める空気を探し隊で귀요미송

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Title: Goodnight. Pairing: Alfred F. Jones/America x Feliciano Vargas/North Italy Rating: PG.  Notes: This is short, and credit goes to imagineyourotp Prompt:  Imagine person A of your OTP retiring early because they’re completely and utterly exhausted after an all-nighter. They sleep for a considerable length of time. Person B comes home, hours later, to find Person A asleep. Not wanting to wake person A, they instead slip under the covers and cuddle close to person A. Person A, having anticipated this, embraces them closely and together they fall asleep as though they’d been sleeping together the whole time.

With a relieved sigh, Alfred saved the finally finished work, turned off the computer and leaned back in his chair. Pressing the bridge of his nose to start massaging a small headache away, he looked at the clock on the wall and was confused if it was three in the afternoon or three in the morning, and if he had been working all night or for a full twenty-four hour day. Either way, he was exhausted and ready for some sleep. Alfred was about to go and find Feliciano to tell him they could do something together after he had a nap, but after stepping into the hallway he remembered that the Italian had gone out to get...something. What it was, he couldn’t quite think of, his brain and body both ready to hit the bed and get comfortable under the covers for a bit. Positive he’d hear Feliciano come in later, he’d go ahead and nap now and spend time with the brunet later that evening. Soon after he was in his room, curled up and sound asleep within a few seconds.

A couple of hours later Feliciano had let himself back in, ready to apologize for running later than he said he would be but thought better of it. There was still a chance Alfred was working and Feliciano wanted him to finish and rest. The American had been at it for a full day, wanting to get it done and have it out of the way, and a majority of it had an unfortunate deadline of needing to be turned in the next day. After putting away the things he’d been out getting to make a special dinner he promised Alfred earlier, he went upstairs and immediately noticed the door to the room where the blond was when he left was closed and the light off while the light in Alfred’s room was on and the door ajar. Peeking in, he smiled, turned off the light and shut the door, and headed back downstairs. Alfred could rest today and they could spend their time together tomorrow.

Feliciano still had four days before he had to head back to his home, and that was enough time to spend some kind of time together, so, for now, he spent some hours taking care of a few things around the house, watching the television and reading a book he brought with him from home. In what felt like no time at all, he was tired himself and ready to head to bed. Slipping the bookmark in-between the pages, he set it aside for the night and headed upstairs to get ready for sleep.

Alfred was still tired but not nearly as much as he had been earlier and had heard Feliciano’s footsteps as he came in the room, still being as quiet as he could. Once the Italian was under the covers, he was a little surprised when Alfred put his arms around him and Feliciano was more than happy to move closer and snuggle up to the American. “I did not wake you, did I?” He asked, hoping not. He had done his best to keep silent.

“No,” Alfred answered, his voice heavy with sleep. “Just checking the time.”

“It is close to eleven by now. You should get some more rest,” Feliciano told him, pressing a kiss to Alfred’s cheek.

Moving his head long enough to give Feliciano a short but returned goodnight kiss on the lips, he got comfortable and the two of them wore similar happy, but tired smiles. “Don’t have to tell me twice,” Alfred mumbled was back to sleep quickly. Placing a final kiss to his forehead, Feliciano held him close, whispered a good night in his native tongue and was asleep right after.

[vanillahetaliafanfiction-blog]

Title: Cruel World. Character: Alfred F. Jones. Rating: PG. Note: this is a human au, Feliciano is dead, and no pairings are mentioned. Warnings: Character death(already dead by way of murder) and angst.

Alfred knew he should not have been back here so soon, but everything still felt so painful and unreal. The news from earlier had yet to stop running through his mind and left him a mix of emotions with anger standing out above the rest. The longer he stared at the gravestone the harder he found it to breathe and fresh warm tears slid down his face while he repeatedly clenched and unclenched his hands at his sides. The others, he knew, were planning on coming together tomorrow afternoon, or the day after that if it rained. Alfred felt like he needed his visit alone and swallowed the hard lump in his throat, trying to get some semblance of closure while he knew deep-down there was none. Not right now. Not after the news they heard earlier.

Unsure if it took a minute or an hour, he didn’t know and didn’t care, but he finally found himself able to speak and with a shaky voice he began to repeat information they had all heard that morning. “I know what I’m about to tell ya isn’t good or fair, but that guy that did this got off free this morning.” A technicality, the reporters said, and that was about as much as he could stand to hear. There was something wrong with the whole thing and reeked of being a fixed trial, and the chance that the ones involved were corrupt came to mind often. Either way, it left him in pain and angry.

Right now the man that put one of best friends in the ground in front of him was walking free, probably celebrating and happy, and it wasn’t fair! It had barely been a week but Feliciano’s absence was already noticeable and no one said anything but they could all feel it. Feliciano was one of those guys that whose absence was easily felt. While he wasn’t loud in general, the brunette had been one of those kinds of people that filled the silence with either his chatter or actions. He was the kind of guy that went to church without fail every Sunday, helped in their events and activities and rarely brought it up when they were all hanging out together. And while he had his annoying moments, Feliciano had become one of his best friends and the longer he stared at the gravestone and the dirt, the more it became a reality he did not want and it hurt.

And what of his family? Alfred knew Feliciano had, at least, an older and younger brother(he saw them at the funeral and was only able to talk long enough to offer condolences) and could only imagine how they would feel hearing that news. They would likely be as outraged, if not more so, than he was right now. “I heard they’re gonna go after the guy on another murder charge. They said something about new evidence that might hold up better...” than yours did, he finished the sentence in thought, unable to say it out loud. It not being fair slapped him across the face again since they had what they needed to get the guy, but all because of one little technicality he got off free and the blonde had small suspicion he’d get off of that charge one way or another too.

At some point the tears stopped and his gaze hardened, and an idea presented itself. One he would be keeping a secret, but he had felt angered and determined enough to go through with it. “The others are coming by to see you again tomorrow if it’s not raining, and don’t worry,” he spoke while placing the flowers he brought on the grave. “That guy is goin’ down.” One way or another, he thought while starting the walk out of the cemetery, not looking back.

[vanillahetaliafanfiction-blog]

Pairing: Alfred F. Jones x Feliciano Vargas Rating: G. Note: This is for the 101 kisses livejournal challenge community. I take no credit for the prompt. It’s also really short. Warnings: Human AU and character death.

Prompt: #15. Photograph

Once he reaches his destination the familiar ache swells in him and a few tears threaten to fall down his face. A little over two years now it had been. Even so, it did not feel right to him to still be the one standing there and his husband the one buried in the ground below. Not even having the brunette around felt off to him. He blinks the tears away and smiles at the grave. The flowers he placed from before were still there and the plot(along with the others) was well kempt. It was a small thing, but it did give him some peace of mind to know his husband was resting somewhere nice.

His days of sitting at the grave are long since past, he had to stand these days. His joints were not what they used to be, and with a smile and light in his eyes that never left him, he started to talk to Feliciano as if he were there and could answer him back.

Alfred told him news of their grown children, and that their daughter finally had a little girl of her own and that they knew he would love her to no end as well. There was never any doubt about that. Alfred spoke of other news about their still living friends and how they were doing, things in his own life and a few other things he knew Feliciano would have liked to hear.

Sooner than Alfred would have liked, the sun was showing signs of setting for the day and he knew he had to go before the evening cold came in. “I’m sorry, Feli. It’ll be a while before I can come back. But I promise I’ll see you again soon.” Turning away, a pained expression shown on his face. Leaving was always the hardest, and this would be his last visit.

He was never able to return after that last trip, personal health declining too much to allow it. One night that winter, he was laying in their bed, keeping only to his side as usual and a strange, but welcome, warmth washed over him. Opening his eyes, the sight he saw was not one he was expecting, and while it should have scared him, he wasn’t frightened by it. No one could be scared of that kind smile that often adorned the Italian’s face when he was alive.

“I have been waiting for you, Al.” Feliciano told him while holding out a hand, tears brimming his eyes. “It is time for you to come with me.” One thing Feliciano was grateful for was that his request to be the one to come get Alfred was approved, and not have some stranger do it. Like one that had taken him. They were kind, but he had been waiting so long now to see Alfred this close once more.

Alfred couldn’t quite figure it out at first. Feliciano seemed rather different and it only occurred to him after he took the brunette’s hand. He looked as young as he did in their wedding photograph on the mantle in the living room.

Feliciano pulled him a few feet away from the bed, taking his other hand in his own and kept that smile on his face. He had missed Alfred, and their family, so much it had hurt him while up in Heaven. For the moment, he moved closer and pressed his lips to Alfred’s as they disappeared from the room, leaving behind Alfred’s body, resting with a smile on his old face.

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